Spanking Story: The Spanking Club

The woman stopped at the plain front door and reached up with a gloved hand to press the buzzer below the intercom. Stepping into the shelter of the alcove out of the biting winter wind, she leant forward twisting her head slightly so she could hear any response better. When there was no reply, she pressed the buzzer again listening to it echo dully somewhere in the flat above. Another pause, then...

"Hello ?" It was a woman's voice, bright and enquiring.

The visitor stepped closer still, stooping so her mouth was close to the speaker.

"Er, hi. I've er.. an appointment for two o'clock." she replied, glancing over her shoulder in case some passer by might hear. She was shivering slightly with a mixture of nervous anticipation mixed with no little amount of trepidation. Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding in her chest. "I...I was told this was the address."

"Ah, yes. Is that Mrs Dickinson ?" asked the voice again. "April Dickinson ?"

April licked her lips which were slightly chaffed due to the cold. "Y..yes that's right."

"Hi there, its Faith. Remember me ? I was the one who chatted with you when you contacted us last week. Do you remember the password I gave you ?"

April nodded despite herself. "Uhuh, I think so...do you want me to tell you it here, right now?"

There was a warm laugh, slightly metallic sounding. "Please do, it's simply a precaution Mrs Dickinson. We have to be sure who we allow in. Pays to be on the safe side you'll find. Go ahead....tell me your password."

Mrs April Dickinson, a tidy, comfortable lady of forty, widowed with two son's long since flown the nest, of hesitant manner and of "volumptious" build paused for a moment suddenly aware of actions and consequences therein. By saying the "word" she was stepping out of her current life with all its security and predictability into a life which was anything but predictable or secure. She didn't have to. She could just turn and walk away and forget she'd ever seen that message whilst surfing around on the Internet. But she didn't move. In fact, she doubted she could move anywhere at all !!

"Mrs Dickinson ?"

April bent closer still, her lips were literally touching metal.

"Spanking...." she whispered.

Spanking Story: Secret Society of Spankers

Introduction:

Gallowgate House was as imposing as it's name suggested. An austere two floored building born out of the press-gang era during the latter 1800's, it sat hidden away from the shine and sheen of present day 21st century living. Inside its walls, it's history was that of the secret underground where people dwelled in it's Victorian shadows which gave life to mysterious meetings and gatherings concerning deeds best left unspoken. Even to enter it today was to step back in time into a whole new world. A world of mystery and enlightenment.

A world of secret societies.

*

part 1:

Don took his eye off the road and looked at me. "I forgot to tell you something."

It was a steaming evening with a low slung sultry sun and I'd wound the windscreen down half way letting the cool breeze waft over me. "Forgot what?" I replied as the car crested a rise and dipped down into a gully heading towards our destination. Not that I had any inkling where we were going in the first place for this particular destination was an intended mystery to me.

My companion smiled knowingly. "You have to do an initiation."

"A what?"

"Initiation. Before you can be accepted, you have to take the initiation. It's the rule and rules are rules." He glanced at me again and I could see he was much amused at my bemused look. Initiation huh? He didn't say anything more but just sat their driving with a smile on his face. Sunlight suddenly broke through the canopy of poplars that lined this side of the road blinding me with its glare. Pulling down the visor, I stared out of the window seeing the outskirts of a town in the distance. "Initiation?" I thought to myself. Probably something dumb like stripping down to my shorts, being smeared with treacle and having to recite some obscure gobbledygook whilst standing on one leg. No problem - I can do that. Though why I'm doing this in the first place God alone knows. I must be out of my tiny mind.

It's all his fault. Don. My work buddy. "Do you really want to know how I got that promotion Bill?" he'd asked me out of the blue one day. I suggested that he had either been the right person for the job or he was banging Miss Dooley, our boss, big time. "Hah!!" he'd laughed, slapping me on the back. "I wish." We were stood at the bar and he was buying me the pint he owed me. The first of several come to think of it. "In fact, I'm doing something so much better than that." he continued as he pointed out somewhere for us to park our backsides. Sitting in a quiet alcove in your typical village pub I'd frowned at him. He laughed all the harder and just tapped the side of his nose with a finger. "Secret. Let's just say it's not what you know but who you know."

"You have been screwing the boss." I muttered, feeling as if he was leading me around like a blind man on a leash.

He supped his pint for a bit then put the glass down and licked the froth from below his beak like nose. "I'm not. Scouts honour. It's true what I said though. It's not what but who you know. If you have the right connections you can do anything."

I snorted. "Don't tell me you're a bloody freemason." I was genuinely suprised for Don didn't seem the type to be a member of the funny handshake brigade. Or sheepshaggers incorporated as an old pal once told me. He wasn't far wrong in my humble opinion.

Don had the good grace to look affronted by my suggestion. "Oh Christ no. Don't be stupid Bill, this is me remember? No, I'm in with a different er crowd. As different as chalk and cheese." He picked up his glass again and raised it to his lips. He paused and looked at me over the rim. "Interested?"

Intrigued more than interested, I shrugged before nodding. Guess there would be no harm in just finding out what he was up to. "Sure. Why not?" Besides, it might be my lucky day. They might be a bunch of depraved swingers or something. It was about time I put my frustrated libido to good use. If it didn't get a dammed good workout soon it may as well shrivel up and drop off for all the good it's doing me.

Little did I realise that I wasn't exactly that far wide of the mark.

 

Spanking Story: Rainshowers

The sun had disappeared behind forbidding clouds and a moment later the rain burst from the grey skies soaking the young woman as she made her way from her rural home towards the nearest, and only, bus shelter on the outskirts of the small hamlet where she lived.

"Oh damn!" she cursed as she tried to use her bag as a makeshift umbrella as she started to run towards the shelter which was still a ways off in the distance. "Bloomin' rain!" she squealed as she grasped her lapels under her chin and ran faster - well, as fast as her high heels would allow.

*

The bus shelter itself was cut haphazardly into the side of a secluded road and was surrounded by thorn bushes, spiky hedgerows, fauna and weeds. To use it you had to look hard to find it. Soaked to the skin, Lindsey Bell - an outgoing nineteen year old light brunette - skipped nimbly around a puddle and scampered into the dry confines of the rusting bus stop out of the rain to find there was someone already there taking shelter too. Surprised, for it was rare to see anyone using the shelter at all, she stood in the doorway for a moment whilst dripping rainwater and looking dishevelled as she unconsciously reached up and tried to fix her shoulder length hair that hung limply around her pear shaped face. She must look a sorry sight and no mistake. "Oh." she said. "Hello."

The man looked at up her. "It never rains but it pours." he smiled, moving aside so she could sit on one of the metal seats he had vacated that were bolted solidly into the cracked concrete floor. "Last all day I reckon." he observed in a deep voice that bore a hint of a Northumbria accent.

Lindsey made a face and shook herself like a dog. But it was no use, she was totally soaked through and her clothes would take an age to dry out. What was worse it had to happen today of all days. Just typical. Today was the day of her big job interview in the city and she was dressed to impress in a cream jacket and skirt with white blouse. Nitwit! She should have at least had the foresight to have carried her umbrella. So much for it being "a sunny day with the odd light shower." Too late for that now she thought ruefully.

She glanced at the man who had returned to reading his newspaper. He was a great bear of a man. Possibly in his middle fifties she mused noticing his angular features and metal grey hair, which was nicely cut and trimmed giving him the impression of being someone who knew what he was about. He was wearing a dark windsheeter coat, blue shirt and jeans and had a big black hold-all at his feet. She also noticed he had labourer's hands. Big, gnarled and rough. She swallowed and stepped cautiously forward. "I guess so." she replied as she began to sit down then stopped due to the damp tightness of her skirt restricting her movement. She grimaced and sighed. "I'm so wet through I can't even sit down."

She looked out of the shelter as the rain continued to fall incessantly creating great big puddles along the roadside verges. Where was the bus? She looked at her watch. It wasn't due for another 10 minutes at the earliest. She turned to find the man looking up at her curiously. "I think I'm a bit early. Nerves I guess."

The man's eyebrows raised slightly. "Nerves?"

She nodded. "I have a job interview in a couple of hours. In the city. The weatherman said sunshine and the odd shower and now look at me. I look like a drowned rat and there is no way I'll be able to dry off before then. I knew I should have hired a taxi." She tried to sit again but as soon as she started to thrust out her rear she squelched and jumped back up muttering darkly under her breath as she bent forward slightly trying to squeeze out some of the water from her knee length skirt. It was sodden and clung to her cream stockinged legs no matter what she tried to do. Forgetting where she was, she reached around herself and with her free hand slapped her skirted bottom twice - the resultant crack echoing wetly around the confines of the metal shelter and causing a spray of rainwater to explode from each impact. "Ouch." she winced despite herself. It was then she remembered….

She turned to find the man staring at her - her bottom actually - with a bemused big grin on his face. She blushed scarlet and started to stutter an apology. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just wish I wasn't so wet." she explained, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. What must he think of her? "I hope I haven't offended you or…"

The man raised his hand stopping her rambling. "Of course not my dear. I've seen worse I think." he laughed. "Besides, you should be complimented on finding such a novel solution to your problem of how to get dry."

Lindsey blinked. Explained like that it didn't sound so bad. He bum still tingled where she had slapped each cheek. Solution? She nibbled her lower lip considering what he had said. Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? She felt her heart flutter. Spanking herself dry? He was looking out at the rain so she secretively reached around behind herself again. Surprised, she noticed that the material of her tight skirt seemed a wee bit drier in patches where she had slapped herself. Maybe if she did it a few more times her skirt would no longer be wet.

She was still clutching her bottom when he turned and looked at her again. He had a knowing look in his eyes. She turned even redder and gave him a weak smile in return. "Ah." she wondered licking her upper lip. "I hope you don't think me forward Sir but if the solution you're thinking about is the one I think you're thinking about - " she took a deep breath. " - I think perhaps you're the one who can help me with it more than I can myself. Does that make sense?" She stuck out her hand whilst leaving the other rubbing her bottom. "If you're willing I think formal introductions are called for don't you?" The bus wasn't due to arrive for another 10 minutes or so. Just enough time she calculated to do the deed. "Hi, I'm Lindsey." she said by way of introduction.

The man looked at her for a moment then shook her proffered hand. "Well, I think that is a splendid solution to your problem Miss Lindsey and it will be my absolute privilege and honour to lend you a good firm hand so to speak. You can call me Farmer Jack."

Pitter patter whispered the raindrops.

 

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 5

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Inserting his key into the lock, Mr Lister opened his front door just as the first pitter patter of raindrops fell from the grey leaden skies. Glancing up to the heavens he sighed for it looked like another storm was on the way.

Slipping off his black Macintosh, he threw it on the ornate coat stand in the hall and went into his kitchen to make a cup of tea to warm his bones after another hard day at work. Whistling along with his kettle, he stood looking out of his kitchen window as the thunder clouds rolled in listening to the tap-tap-tap against the glass.

Oh well, another lonely night in watching the television.

*

"Bugger, bugger, bugger !!" muttered the young woman as she hurried along the street pulling the lapel of her bright red coat tighter round her neck as she held her handbag comically over her head trying to keep dry from the falling rain. One thing she was not and that was dressed for the bloody weather. Sighing, she realised it was no use for she was soaked to the skin and twice as miserable with it. "If that silly bugger hadn't wanted me to suck his thing I'd of been home now!!" she muttered to herself as she finally reached her garden gate. Opening it, she slammed it shut angrily behind her and tottered up to her front door in her high heels rummaging in her bag looking for her keys.

Uh oh.

"Ohhh noooo bugger, bugger, bugger!!"

*

"Ahhh smashing." sighed Mr Lister contentedly as he sat back in his chair with his mug of hot tea steaming nicely in his grasp. "Nothing beats a hot cuppa after a hard day at work." Picking a biscuit from his plate, he carefully dipped it in making sure it was thoroughly dunked before nibbling on the soggy end. "Ummmph.....heaven."

On his television Wendy the weathergirl was sticking a black cloud with raindrops right on top of where he lived smiling sweetly as she chirped. "Can expect heavy rain for the rest of the evening, so if you're going out be sure to take your brolly with you." Admiring the girls rather splendid bottom when she turned to her weather map Mr Lister glanced out of his window watching as the storm grumbled its arrival by raining harder.

"Well Wendy sweetheart, looks like its just you and me and a cup of tea again."

*

Rosemary Butler was having a seriously bad end to her day. It had all started nice enough when she got a phone call from Dolly asking if she was free that afternoon to visit a client at his home who had asked for a "Big busted twenty something blonde". Such a description fitted the twenty-four year old Miss Butler to a tee - especially in the big and busty department. Thinking that the extra money would come in handy she had jumped at the chance. So, that afternoon at twenty past three she found herself outside a huge block of flats staring upwards, hoping that number thirty-two wasn't on the top floor.

Shit. It was.

An hour later she again found herself in the exact same spot. Except this time with a well slippered bright red bum that throbbed something horrid and the lingering taste of slightly bitter male spend on her tongue. Still, at least she could put her "ill gotten gains" towards something nice and give herself a little treat when she went shopping at the weekend.

It was as she made her way home that things got decidedly worse and wetter until she found herself standing before her front door soaked to the skin and locked out. Wet through, she ran round the back and peered in through the sitting-room window as her make-up ran down her face. Her gaze finally settled on her mantelpiece and with a groan she banged her forehead against the glass.

"Shit, shit shhhhhhhit." There they were. Her bloody keys.

*

Thump - thump, rat-a-tat TAT.

"Huh, what?" mumbled Mr Lister as he sat dosing in his comfy chair. There was another knock. Somebody was knocking loudly on his front door and threatening to pull his knocker off its hinges by the sound of it. Slipping on his shoes, he went to his window and peeked through his net curtains. Blimey, there on his doorstep was what appeared to be a young lady in a bright red coat and high heels who was doing a decent impression of being a drowned rat!!

Wondering what was up he went and answered the door.

*

"Here you go my dear, wash your face and dry yourself with this." smiled Mr Lister handing the young woman a damp flannel and big blue fluffy towel. "Now get yourself in front of the fire and warmed up or else you'll catch a chill." he ordered as his unexpected visitor stood in her short black dress sipping a cup of hot tea thanking him profusely for his kindness.

"I'm so sorry to be such a nuisance Mr ummm, Mr er...." she shivered, suddenly realising that although she lived but three doors away she didn't know his name.

"Lister, its Mr Lister." he said. "But most people just call me Jack."

"Oh, right ok J..Jack." she smiled thankfully. "Well, erm, you see I've gone and locked myself out and I went round the back and I see I've left my bedroom window open. So I figured best find someone with a ladder and well, I remember seeing you out last week cleaning your upstairs windows and and well..." she finished, licking her upper lip hoping she hadn't presumed too much.

"Ah." nodded Jack understanding her predicament. "Say no more. Tell you what, get yourself warmed up and once the rain has stopped I'll go fetch my ladder and see what I can do." Smiling gratefully, she started to dry her hair, rubbing vigorously with the towel. Unable to see his face, Jack found his gaze glancing down to her rather splendidly voluptuous figure that was doing interesting things in her tight top.

Swallowing hard, he tried to concentrate on something else. "Oh, erm...I er...don't er.." he began as she bent forward and shook out her long blonde hair before snapping back up straight and rubbing it again.

Peeking out from the towel, she stuck out her hand. "Butler, Rosemary Butler but most all call me Rose."

Taking her hand, he shook it before they both laughed.

"Nice to meet you Rose."

Out of the window the rain clouds were drifting away.

 

Spanking Story: Vital Statistics

Larry Smith felt like a spare dick at an orgy. No surprise really since he was standing, stranded, looking bewildered in the lingerie department of one of the more renowned and salubrious women's fashion store's in town. His discomfort was also compounded by the fact that he seemed to be the only man in the place.

He should of known better. He should of refused point blank when his girlfriend had replied to his question. "Larry, honey, do you really know what I fancy for my birthday ?" she'd told him with a wicked smile. Larry had felt his toe's curl when she whispered what she wanted him to get her in his ear. Like the nitwit he was, he had simply nodded an "Oh uhhhhhhh, sure. I can get you one of those.....things. No problem."

Big mistake. A bloody great big dammed woppa of a mistake he thought as he tried to avoid catching the eye of any women who happened to be glancing in his general direction out of knowing curiosity.

Trying to look as if he knew what the fuck he was doing, he blindly picked up the nearest thing he could find. Which, unfortunately in this case, just happened to be a leopard skin two-piece that was too far on the lacivious and skimpy side to be decent. Turning beetroot, he stood there holding it at arm's length as if the leopard was still attached and eyeing it with a kind of fascinated horror. What was worse, on the other side of the rack, a gorgeous brunette had suddenly popped up and was smiling at him with a look that made him wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Larry smiled back weakly and held up the hanger for her to see. "Er....for the girlfriend. " he blurted out, trying, but failing, to sound confident. The gorgeous brunette merely smiled wider and said "Ahhhh....nice choice."

Larry did the only sensible thing he could think of. He turned, holding the bra and knicker's automatically to his chest to find himself modelling said garment in a 7ft long mirror.

Behind him he heard the gorgeous brunette burst out laughing. He not only felt completely ridiculous he sure as hell looked like it as well. "Oh shit." he muttered as he glanced around hoping no one else had seen his comedy routine. Where was the exit when you needed it?

But he had been noticed. Several ladies were watching him from various corners of the store and each had that knowing look on their faces. Larry just put on his best "warning - useless man alert" face and hurridley put those "female thing's" back. This wasn't working out as he'd planned. In - spot something quick - then out again asap was the idea.

He was about to make a run for it when someone behind him said. "Hello, you look lost. Can I help you ?"

Larry turned and looked slightly down from his 6ft 4" height to find himself staring at a middle-aged greyblue haired lady who was dressed smartly in a dark pinstriped jacket and skirt with black stockings and sensible shoe's. He glanced at the plastic name tag which was pinned to her impressively voluptious bust. She was the manageress.

Larry self-conciously scratched his ear. "Er...I er...." He gave her a helpless shrug and his shoulders drooped in resigned defeat. "I'm sort of.." He frowned thinking of the correct word. "Lost."

The lady laughed. "Don't worry about it. You'd be surprised how many men we get in here especially round Christmas time who say exactly the same. Are you buying for someone ?" she began. "Or are you..." Her voice drifted off and it took Larry a second to understand what she was inferring. He blinked. What ? How could she think he was buying for himself ? Christ, did she think he was someone who liked wearing ladies underwear ? For a moment he imagined himself in a pink matching bra, panties and stockings with his body hair bursting out everywhere.

Come to think of it he might actually look pretty good.

He shook his head and held up his hands in front of him. "No no nooooooooo."he blustered feeling flustered. He dropped his voice to make him sound deeply butch and masculine for emphasis. "Not for me, what I mean is, I'm not.....I mean I don't - you know." He waggled his head from side to side. "I'm a man's man." He paused. THAT sure didn't sound right. "Actually, I'm here buying something for my girlfriend....for her birthday."

The lady smiled. "Ah, I thought so too. I was only teasing. Here let me show you what we've got."

Larry, still aware that he was the centre of attraction, breathed a sigh of relief and followed the lady, head down and unconsciously staring at her thrusting marching bottom as he went.

 

Spanking Story: Dealing with Daddy's Girl

It had been one hot day in the middle of June '52 as I recall when the remarkable Miss Marple had entered a particularly favourite restaurant I frequented and thus stepped into my life changing it forever...

*

The dog days of June had thankfully passed into a breezy July of hot-house temperatures, much beverages drank and minimal clothing need worn. Which judging by the vision sitting opposite me at our table this very second was fine and dandy by me.

Being an item, we had arranged to meet for lunch which we always did on tuesdays for she liked to spend some of the weekly allowance her daddy gave her shopping in the city and afterwards she'd meet me from work at our favourite table at the Boulevard en Suite to muse of the day we had each lived through.

She had entered gracefully with that whimsical air of beauty knowing, gliding amongst the diners and drawing many an admiring glance dressed as she was in a sleeveless white top and knee-length plain cream skirt with a hem-line of lace. A brief kiss on the cheek and we settled down to our meal. The food and wine was exquiste as we relaxed and I listened to her talking about her day, the things she'd bought and general idle curiosities that crossed her mind for she was not one to let a silence last for long in attentive company.

Resting her chin on an up-turned palm her eyes drift idly around the room, a sure sign that her mind was beginning to wander as the wine took affect. I smiled indulgantly able at lesiure to sit and admire her obvious pristine charms and wonder what they'd be like free of clothes and cares. For despite the obvious temptation, a gentleman would never force such an issue whatever the given opportunity. "Had a good day ?" I asked, making small talk to bring her back to me.

She blinked and smiled a perfect smile. "Oh my yes, don't I always. If daddy wants to give me money who am I not to indulge myself and see that it is spent forthwith !!"

I took another sip of wine. "You spent all of it?" I enquired, slightly perturbed.

My lovely companion smiled, rather cheekily I thought with a touch of devilment glinting in her eyes. "Uhuh.." she whispered bending forward across the table. "All gone."

I was hard pushed to keep even the mearest hint of a smile off my face as she proceeded to show me her newly bought wares. Much as I'd thought. Clothes and knick knacks that would most probably be worn or used once and then discarded. "All of it? I don't think daddy will be pleased. Wasn't that sum supposed to last you for a week ?" I enquired. Though she was the apple of her fathers eye I'd come to discover he was a man of strict morals and unbringing who ruled his house with a rod of iron and not one to accept loose morals.

"Oh, well, yes I suppose so. Besides, what he and ma'ma don't know won't hurt them or to the point, heaven forbid, me will it ?" she sniffed, blushing slightly and lifting her chin up haughtily. "I mean, you certainly won't inform him will you? " she stated flatly looking me in the eye. "After all we are an item."

Why, the trumpted up little madam !! Whilst somewhat grudgingly admiring her barefaced cheek I was shocked at her attitude. Especially her presumed opinion of my moral fibre or lack of. "Oh, and what makes you think I won't inform him ?" I enquired.

She smiled knowingly, smugly. "Well, I know you won't. Least not if you want to stay in my good books and find favour."

I was so shocked I could only stare at her as she reached into an ivory bowl and popped a grape into her mouth chewing smugly as if she knew she was right. "You think so hmmm ? Supposing I did. What would happen ?" I asked, regaining my composure as I dabbed my lips with a white napkin. At my question, she stopped chewing and her face turned slightly pale.

"Oh, well, daddy would do what all daddies would do wouldn't he? He'd blow his top and definitely take me in hand."

"In hand ?"

She licked her lips as if remembering something upleasant "It may have escaped your notice Sir but my daddy is a very strict daddy. He certainly doesn't brook argument from any of his daughters, especially his eldest one. "No excuses, no scenes and no blubbing !!" he always says. He just cuts to the chase and takes the rod to our er..." she glanced quickly around, lent further forward and whispered. "Bottoms."

Bottoms ? Her bottom ?!! The thought of her pater taking a slice of swishy bamboo to her as yet unseen on my part (for shame Sir) derriere was one to linger over and cherish on a lonely night. I can well imagine the scene as he laid on a bakers dozen of whippy stingers, more than enough to chastise a willfull and naughty young lady such as the remarkable Miss Marple.

Across from me I could see her licking the whipped cream off her desert spoon as if all was well in her little world. So she thinks I wouldn't tell hmmmm?

 

Spanking Story: After School Detention

The corridors of St Mary's Girls School are quiet and silent now after the final bell has rung at the end of another day.

Everyone, teachers, pupils, office staff and cleaners have long since departed and gone home...all that is except two.

For them there is the small matter of detention and a punishment to be dealt with.

*

Angela frowns as she approaches Mr Edwards office.

She knocks on his door softly but there is no answer.

"Maybe he's forgotten." she wonders, her spirits lifting for being sent to see Mr Edwards after school was a daunting thing indeed. Should she go ?

Angela bit her lip and looked around then ever so slowly she turned the door handle and peeked inside. What she saw made her heart sink for there in the middle of his office had been deliberately placed a desk and atop that desk was the thing all the naughty girls in school feared the most....his black handled cane !!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strong sturdy hand grasped her shoulder. "I've been waiting for you my girl." whispers a deep manly voice in her right ear. "And you know how I HATE to be kept waiting for bad girls like you. Get inside....NOW !!"

Jumping with fright, Angela quickly entered his office and turned about to try and explain.."Mr Edwards..Sir, I..I can...it wasn't my fault. I was only pretending to smoke. they made me do it honestly !!" she whimpered, feeling her tears starting to well.

But he would have none of it. "Be quiet !!" he roared. "I'm not interested in your excuses girl. You've been sent to me to be dealt with and dealt with you shall be. Now stand before that desk and get your hands on your head or else I'll have to spank you as well." he ordered sharply, giving her firm rump a stinging slap to hurry her up.

"Ohhhh OUCH !!!" squealed Angela doing as she was told.

Mr Edwards stood behind Angela inspecting her then ordered sharply. "Lift your skirt girl and tuck it into your knickers so I can see what sort of bottom you've got and what I have to deal with here. I've always suspected you have a rather big one."

Not wanting to get into even more trouble Angela did as she was told, fumbling with her skirt until she thought it was secure enough to replace her hands on top of her head again. In one way she was dreading it, but in another she wished he'd get a bloody move on and get it over with !!

Mr Edwards picked up his punishment stick and approached his charge. "Bend over the desk so I can get a better look. Aha, yes. Interesting. I was right, you do have a sturdy behind Ms Johnstone. I think a good round dozen should be enough to teach you the error of your ways. Don't you agree girl ?"

"Y..yes Sir. Mr Edwards. If you say so Sir." sniffed Angela.

Angela waited wondering what Mr Edwards was up to behind her. In the corner of her eye she could see the shadow of his cane moving across the wooden floor....

Then suddenly she felt his hand pull her skirt back down over her knickers before he stood once again at her side. "I need to make sure I have enough room for to swing my cane, so stand still while I gauge the distance. Stand still now or else !!"

Angela gulped and bobbed her head in alarm. She couldn't move if she wanted to anyway !! She was so scared she let out a little squeal of fear as she felt the tap tap of the cane end over her short skirt as she heard him, mutter to himself "Hmmm...splendid. There's enough room to get a good swing." Now that he had obviously satisfied himself she trembled as he tucked her skirt back up again and told her "Right my girl, lets begin your thrashing shall we ?"

Angela wished she'd never listened to her school chums in the first place and hoped she'd never see another cigarette again in her life !!

Mr Edwards paced back and forward once or twice staring at her quivering bottom. She certainly was a well built girl and had all the right amount of padding in all the right departments. Such a bum deserved to be thrashed soundly he mused.

"Let us begin shall we ?" he said as he raised his wicked cane and brought it down across Angela's fleshy bottom with a resounding "SWISH - CRACK !!"

As the rattan sank into her bumflesh Angela jerked against the desk and howled "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE OW !!!!!"

Mr Edwards, satisfied of a stroke well done and delivered good and hard, warned her as he saw her about to rise. "STAY DOWN GIRL !!!"

Whimpering Angela gathered her courage and did as she was told.

His cane fell a second time.

"NOOOOOOOH PLEEEEEEEASE IT HURTS MR EDWARDS!!" she screamed as she felt the stroke rebound and curl away like a hissing cobra. Oh how her poor bum stung !!!

Mr Edwards, now able to judge how hard he could thrash her, continued on.

Therwick - Swoosh - CRACK!!!

Angela flopped across the wooden desk and began to moan and wail. Suddenly there was a pause. Had he finished ? No. She turned her head when she felt his fingers slip under the elastic of her panties and ease them over her painfully swollen buttocks and down her legs. She was bare. He had finally stripped her for the remainder of her punishment.....