Over the Desk: Volume 1: schoolgirl spanking tales

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Trembling with fear, I walked into the office. I saw a cane, about three feet long, lying on the teacher's desk.

I gasped…”Do you think me stupid, we all just heard it fall, do you want me to make you read some to the class?” Fiona Gets the Tawse: Fiona is constantly late for school, and lines and detention seem to have no effect on her. Stronger measures are clearly called for, and the headmistress is just the one to apply them.Anya admired the gutsy girl. She understood her. "Be brave. Take your thrashing with grace. I hope it hurts like hell."

Carly's jeans tightened, baking heat into her swollen butt. "I deserve it," she said. Her legs and bum burning through her jeans, she buttoned them tight. As for how far we had to bend over we had no choice really. We had to bend over the desk with your hands holding the edge in front of you with your feet as close as possible to the front or, over a chair with hands on the chairs seat. All the canings I recieved were always effective but as I’ve said many times never brutal and to be honest were my skirt was at the time was probably the last thing on my mind. You do?” she looked up at him fearfully. “Oh God, no,” she prayed, “please don’t let him issue a summons.”Sarah sat outside the office nervously, more nervous than she’d ever been in her life. She’d been stupid ever to consider borrowing the money in the first place; what had been wrong with her old job? It hadn’t been that poorly paid, and she’d been paid every week without fail, that was one of the benefits of working for a large company. At first the idea of working for herself had sounded so attractive: just the thought of being her own boss, not having some stuffed shirt or silly little fart telling her what to do had been enough to lure her into it. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. Being your own boss did mean more freedom; it also meant more responsibility. No coming in late or you’d lose customers, and if you took a day off, you didn’t get paid at all. Walking past the convenient food store, she entered the soulless sandstone building. Ignoring the pool table near reception and elevator to the spectacular roof garden, she headed to her private space. Tomorrow morning she could walk naked from her shower, her blatant cane marked bare bottom on pleasant private display. Hot Pants: When five girls disobey the rules and wear hot pants to school, they are sent to see Mrs Powell, the senior mistress. Made to bend over a chair in her office, they are each subjected to a painful caning leaving them with hot bottoms and thighs as well as hot pants.

Miss Watson watched as the girl, wincing as she did so, gently lowered herself onto the hardness of the chair, tenderly sitting forward to relieve the weight pressing down on her bottom. On my actual birthday, Mum didn’t need to wake me – I was up early and excited. When I walked into the kitchen, still in my pyjamas, she greeted the birthday boy with a big hug and a soppy kiss. She showed me to my cards and gifts on the table. You don't," Anya agreed. "However, I can fix your problem if you'll listen. Please, join me for one cup of coffee."

Sarah groaned, she nearly stood up but thought better of it. Haughtry was an ugly, wiry, little man; he was about fifty but looked older, probably on account of his sternness. Sarah had never seen him smile. In spite of that, the first time she’d met him, he’d been quite friendly. She doubted very much he would be now.

He flipped open the file on the desk in front of him, studied it with a look of intense disapproval and, without looking up, said: “Twelve thousand and forty-two pounds and twenty-eight pence.” This time I heard Mrs Seaton move and tried to tense myself. To no avail. The cane smashed down again, and the awful pain in my rear went to a new level. Cotton underpants were no protection at all against that vicious cane.Carly shivered. She'd imagined her warm welcome accompanied by an extreme thrashing. Proud of her flawless apology, Miss Roberts would still condemn her to a severe sentence. Her memorable initial visit had hurt far worse than she'd expected. However, her stunning relief and soaring self-respect had beaten her every dream. But it was not to be. Towards the end of assembly the senior mistress announced that she would be punishing a fourth year girl for smoking. She read the name out: "Lindsey Rushworth, form 4B, wait for me outside my office." Carly, please trust me. Growing up, my friends got caned." She maintained her momentum. "You've intended to visit Miss Roberts for years, haven't you?"