Spanked School Girl Stories

Spanked School Girl Stories

I am in a music shop one day, looking
through CDS, when my attention is distracted by a very attractive young woman
in her mid twenties, slim, with full breasts and an achingly cute bottom only
just covered by a wispy cotton summer skirt. There is something vaguely
familiar about her. She becomes aware of me watching her and glances up at me,
smiles and says “Hello Mr Bailey!”

“That’s me, sir. Still staring at my
breasts I see,” she says with a laugh.

We go and get a coffee and chat about old
times – specifically my English classes when she was sixteen years old. I
remind her of all the notes I used to catch her writing, most of them saying
things like “Mr Bailey keeps staring at my bum!” Then she declares: “Do you
remember that time you kept me behind for messing about and you said I was
lucky you weren’t allowed to do what you wanted to do.”

I recall that afternoon like it was
yesterday: me sitting perched on the side of my desk, arms folded, Ellie
shuffling in front of me with a surly look on her face.

“Tell me sir,” she now asks, sipping her
coffee, “what was it you wanted to do to me?”

I laugh. “That’s a dangerous question.”

“I like danger. Tell me.” She looks at me
with flashing eyes, as if challenging me.

“Actions speak louder than words,” I
reply. “Finish your coffee.”

We drain our cups, then I take her firmly
by the elbow and lead her out of the coffeehouse. My apartment is only a five
minute walk away. “Why are we going to your apartment?” she asks. I don’t reply.
I slip my hand down her back and around her waist, my hand nestling just above
her left buttock, pressing gently to propel her along. I can feel a quiver to
her warm flesh under the thin fabric of her dress.

“I better warn you, I’m not going to let
you fuck me,” she says.

I give you a sharp little slap on her
bottom.

“You haven’t changed, have you Ellie?” My
voice is strong and steady, rebuking. Under my cool exterior I feel a rush of
elation at the thought of what I am about to do. I sense she has a inkling of
what lies in store, although I’m confident that she has no idea of the severity
of what awaits her.

We walk up to my first floor apartment in
silence. I send her through to the living room as I unset the alarm. When I
join her she is admiring the furniture and fittings of my chic city flat.

She seems surprised by the sternness of my voice, and shuffles from one foot to
the other, clearly fearful. “I think I ought to leave,” she stammers.

“I’ll decide when you leave, young lady.”
I push her and she falls backwards onto my sofa. I stand over her and lean
forward, almost nose to nose and say in a tone of controlled anger: “You, Miss Gibson, we were the rudest, most
ill-mannered girl it was ever my misfortune to teach. You were disobedient, you
never concentrated, you spread nasty rumours –about me in particular. You spent
all my lessons at the back of the class giggling and distracting others. You
behaved like you were untouchable, above the law. Didn’t you?”

“Now, all these years on, you’re still
just as cheeky and mischievous. When was the last time someone put you over
their knee and spanked you?”

She hesitates, then replies, “When I was
18, sir.”

“Eighteen!” I feign incredulity. “Are you
married?”

“And does he never pull down your pants
and give your cheeky little bottom the walloping it deserves?”

“Well then,” I say, sitting down beside
her, “it’s a good I’m here to put that right.”

I yank her sharply across my lap,
positioning her so that her cute bottom is raised over my knees and immediately
start spanking her with sharp rapid
slaps – SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. She’s surprised by the
suddenness and vehemence of the spanking, crying out “Ow! “Oh!” “Sir” “Don’t”
as the spanks keep coming.

Her light skirt is little more than a
chiffon of material folding around her bum. After a couple of dozen sound
smacks I pause, take the hem of your skirt and flip it up around her waist,
exposing her delectable bottom spilling out of an alluring pair of little white
lace knickers. Her bum cheeks are already glowing nicely.

She anticipates my next move and reaches
a hand behind her, trying to protect her vulnerable rear. “Please sir, no!” she
cries.

I grab her wrist and twist her arm away,
trapping it in the small of her back.

“Don’t waste your breath pleading,” I
inform her. “I have waited ten years to do this. Nothing can save you from your
fate, my girl.”

With one mighty tug I rip her panties
down, snapping the elastic. I feast my eyes on her wondrous bare backside,
already very rosy. After all those years of putting up with her bare-faced
cheek, at last, those bared faced cheeks are at my mercy.

I raise my hand high in the air and
repeat my words from the coffee house. “Actions speak louder than words.” Then,
tightening my grip so that she cannot wriggle free, I start to tan her bottom –
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! – with all the forceful
vigour I can muster. Her cries ring out but I keep on spanking – SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! – bringing my hand down
on her reddening rear with a ferocity that surprises even me. I continue until
her yells and screams have turned into exhausted little gasps of pain. By now
her poor little bottom is redder than beetroot.

Finally I stop. She lies limp and sobbing
cover my knees. “Have you learnt your lesson young lady?” I ask.

I pretend not to hear and give her one
more ginormous SPANK!!!!!!!!!!!

I roll her off my knees and she tumbles
to the floor. She winces as her livid little bottom grazes the prickly Persian
rug on the floor.

She gingerly gets to her feet, rubbing her bum, clearly in great discomfort.
She twists round, trying to look at her blazing buttocks. “What am I going to
tell my boyfriend when he sees my arse like this?” she asks.

“Tell him the truth, Ellie – tell him
that finally someone has been man enough to give you the spanking you so richly
deserve.”

“I’m not saying that!” she says with a
dry laughs. “He wouldn’t understand.”

I place my hands on her shoulders. “The
important thing is that we understand. I expect to see you here at six o’clock
every Friday. You will tell me what you’ve been up to during the week, and if
you’ve been a naughty girl I shall spank your bare bottom just like I did
today. Agreed?”

She hangs her head. “Yes sir. Thank you
sir.”

She picks up her tattered knickers.
I reach out my hand and say “I’ll take
those.

“I can’t walk down the road with no
knickers,” she protests, “people will see my smacked bottom!”

She hands me her panties,. “This is so
embarrassing,” she says as she tugs down the hem of her skirt as she leaves.
But there’s a little smile on her lips as she leaves.

I stand at my window and watch her
striding down the street, a gentle breeze wafting around the hem of her flimsy
skirt. Ever the drama queen, and always eager to shock, she makes little effort
to keep her bright red bottom under wraps. I wonder if she’ll be so cheeky when
I introduce her to the hairbrush, the slipper, the belt and, it wouldn’t
surprise me, the cane. There is a lot of misbehaviour to be addressed.
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I am based in Manchester, UK. I like to think I am a sane rational man, with a lifelong fascination about putting naughty girls over my knee.

A lazy girlfriend asks her boyfriend to cane her after failing to take out their trash
A girlfriend clears her conscience bent over her boyfriend's desk before a girls' night out
A disobedient girlfriend bends over her boyfriends knee for the first time

Part 6 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A girl accepts her boyfriend's belting for deliberate disobedience
A lazy girl finishes a job application bent over her boyfriend's knee

m/f gym shoe over the knee spanking

A young wife repeats her vows under her husband's cane

m/f cane over a table white panties

A girl is caned on her first date for poor etiquette during dinner

Part 1 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

Late on duty, a superyacht stewardess is bent over the chart table for the wooden ruler
A young wife gets a bedtime spanking for bad manners
When her spanking doesn't hurt enough, a dutiful girl asks for the cane
After reading a hidden book, a marketing executive gets hooked on spanking
Discovering a cane in a hotel, a horny girlfriend takes it home to her boyfriend
Itching for it, a willing girlfriend solicits a tough caning from her boyfriend
A girlfriend is grateful when her boyfriend imposes monthly punishment
A brave girlfriend faces strict cane strokes after lying

Part 7 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A superyacht stewardess is held to account for uniform imperfections
Bad driving manners lands an obedient girl over the hood of her car for a week of caning
A girl is belted on a first date for brattish behavior
A young wife is strapped for her snappish attitude before dinner with her parents
A fashion buyer is punished on her first date for arriving late
A personal assistant comes during her strict office caning
A personal assistant visits her strict disciplinarian and tells her boyfriend
A well-dressed girlfriend visits her disciplinarian after her behavior crosses the line

f/f spanking discipline cane panties

Years after her schoolgirl crime, a principled human rights lawyer get the caning she deserves
A lawyer visits her disciplinarian after masturbating about her girlfriends' punishments
A smart girl is caned over her boyfriend's desk for lying

m/f cane over the desk lace lingerie

A once obedient girl is caned by her best friend's boyfriend for speeding
Two best friends share an unexpected sleepover and their paddled and caned bottoms
Giving unqualified advice about paddling earns a girl four sound swats on her jeans

Part 2 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A spanked superyacht stewardess confesses further misbehavior
A college girl gets caned and strapped for lying to her parents and her future boss

f/f spanking discipline cane lawyer

An obedient girlfriend bends over the kitchen table for her first ever caning
A girlfriend hosts a successful business dinner after her irritated boyfriend straps her

m/f spanking discipline paddle strap

Three best friends masturbate after sharing their worst punishments
Changing her jeans, a girl exposes her caned bottom to a curious friend
Her date's stern tone makes a discipline-hungry girl horny

Part 4 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

On a private beach, an embarrassed superyacht stewardess reveals her caned bottom to a guest
Blaming her obvious mistake on her boyfriend, a girlfriend must negotiate a hard spanking
A personal trainer is ordered to wear white panties by her new boyfriend
Questioning her strapping, a girlfriend feels the punishment belt on her wet, bare bottom

Part 3 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

A superyacht stewardess is caned in formal uniform for gross misconduct

Part 5 of Amy, Christina and Bianca

Desperate for discipline a uniformed superyacht stewardess wears non-regulation panties
A willful girl receives a sound hand strapping from her older sister
Overstepping, an experienced personal assistant feels the power of her riding crop
Disrespect leads a personal assistant to request six extra strokes of the cane
Backseat driving forces an over-confident girl to touch her toes for the cane
A girl-next-door is caned for dangerous driving and a wanton lie
A gutsy girlfriend asks for the cane before a work party to prove her obedience
Each regretting meaningless sex, two Swiss finishing school girls whip each other
Two disobedient customer service girls take the gym shoe to keep their jobs
Indiscretion leads two career girls to bed over the same dining table for the cane
An insensitive girl gets caned for bad manners after dinner with friends
A generous girl asks her boyfriend to cane her friend
During a hotel breakfast, a disciplined girl shares her embarrassment with a surprise new friend
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A Day In The Life of an American Girl Paddled at School
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Hi,

I hope you don't mind me sharing another story. Unlike the stories I
have posted so far, this story is mostly true (the school paddling
definitely happened) with a little of my own fantasy sprinkled in.
It's told by, or as I hoped it would be told, by the young lady and
classmate who received the paddling.

It's a long wordy story, so I'm going to break it up into four parts.
Also, the ending gets a little pornographic, so I will clean that up
and condense it some.

Anyway, here is the first part of A Day In the Life of an American
Girl Paddled at School.

I hope you enjoy.

Thanks,
Will

My name is Lisa Haynes and I’m an 18-year old senior at Montini High
School, a small school located in Central Illinois. It’s 1984 and at
my school they still use corporal punishment to discipline the
students. Most paddling’s are administered by the teacher in the
hallway outside of class and for more serious infractions you’re taken
to Mr. Scroggins’s, the principal, office where he swats your butt.
Both boys and girls are paddled. I would probably say more boys than
girls though. All teachers have different size paddles that they keep
in their desk drawer. Most of the paddles are usually made by the
boys in shop class, but some teachers have made their own or brought
them from another school. The paddles are made of some form of wood
and have a rectangular shaped with a rounded edge. They range from 12
inches to 18 inches long, 4 to 6 inches wide, and ¼ to ¾ inch thick.
Some have electrical tape wrapped around the blade and even some have
holes drilled into the blade. Swats with the perforated paddles seem
to sting the most. The boys and girls P.E. teachers use paddleball
paddles. This type of paddle has a long handle and a big round blade
with holes in it and boy does it sting, especially when wearing tight
knit shorts. Though they’re not allowed to make you take off any
clothing, they do make the girls raise their skirts, which I think is
totally unfair in my opinion. Also, I’ve heard that some boys last
year got swats from the football coach in their jocks. I would have
love to seen that :-) There are some pretty cute buns on some of
those boys. Still I can only imagine how painful that would have
been, especially from Coach Workman. He’s the last person I’d want
paddling my ass. He’s a very big man. I don’t know if I, or any
girl, could take his swats. He’s so strong and quite handsome, too,
but that’s a story for another day. :-)

I have been paddled four times in my high school career, including
once this year. Yes, believe it or not, seniors get paddled too.
Before I tell you about my first paddling as a senior, let me tell you
a little about myself. I am 5’4 and 120 pounds. I have soft baby
blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, feathered to the back and
parted in the middle. I’m a 32B and have a tanned, athletically toned
body. I’m a cheerleader and I play guard on the basketball team. I’m
an average student making mostly B’s and C’s. I’ve had several
boyfriends and have developed quite a reputation around the school for
being a bad girl. Let’s just say I really like to have fun.  I love
to dance, listen to music and have a good time with my friends. At
home my parents still use corporal punishment at home to discipline my
16-year old sister Lori and me. Mom usually makes us lay over her
knees and spanks us with her hand or a hairbrush. Dad makes lay over
our beds and whips us with a doubled over thick western belt. I don’t
know which is worse, but I can tell you either way, you’re good and
sore afterwards. We have to pull our jeans down or lift our skirts and
most spankings are given over our panties, tights or hose, but
sometimes if you really did something bad (like call the teacher a
bitch and get paddled at school, hint, hint), you get your bare ass
beat. All spankings are administered in private in our bedrooms, but
we live in an old farm house and the walls are pretty thin, so if
someone is getting spanked, you can pretty much hear it all over the
house. Also, Lori’s room is next to mine, so we can definitely hear
the other being spanked. I would say that Lori has probably been
spanked the most. She’s definitely received more paddling’s at school
than I have. Also, it seems to me that her spankings at home are
worse than mine, but she’s far more the party girl than I am, which
may be the reason. :-)

Now about my first paddling of the year, which I can tell you won’t be
my last. It was Friday during Ms. Preston’s 3rd period English III
class and she was droning on about Shakespeare. I wasn’t really
paying attention because for one, I could care less, it was so boring,
and two, she had already pissed me off. Earlier, I was chewing gum
and she yelled at me and told me to throw it away. Ms. Preston can be
a real bitch at times and this morning it seemed like she was picking
on me. Then later while she was teaching I whispered to my friend
Cindy to ask her if she had an extra pencil. Ms. Preston thought I
was talking and she said. “Miss Haynes, do you have something to
say?” I started to explain to her that I was just trying to borrow a
pencil and she rudely cut me off and told me to keep my mouth shut. I
was really mad now because she had embarrassed me in front of the
entire class twice. In the heat of the moment (not as hot as it was
going to be), I wrote in the corner my notebook “What a bitch” and I
tore it out as quietly as I could and folded it up. I waited until
she had her back to me and then I slipped to Cindy, but as soon as she
grabbed it, Ms. Preston turned around and saw her take it out of my
hand. She abruptly stopped teaching and glared at Cindy and then at
me. “Miss Doty, what do you have in your hand?” She asked sternly.
“Oh shit!” I thought. I froze momentarily in panicked disbelief. I
felt a rush of fear tingle through my body. Cindy looked at the paper
in her hand and then back at Ms. Preston. I was hoping the Cindy
wouldn’t get in trouble; after all it was my fault. “Bring it to me,
young lady.” Ms. Preston commanded. Cindy got up and walked to the
front of the class and handed her the note. As she opened it, I put
my hands over my eyes. I was gonna get it for sure. I had never been
paddled by Ms. Preston, but several of my friends, boys and girls had
been paddled by her and the girls always came back to class and you
could see they had been crying. Even some of the boys came back with
red faces and eyes.

Ms. Preston exploded! She glared at me and motioned toward the door.
“Out in the hall now, Miss Haynes!” She yelled and then quickly
walked around behind her desk leaned over, p
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