Spanking Schoolgirls 1

In the exam hall, a crib note falls from a sleeve, and a headmistress reaches for her plimsoll. In a dormitory corridor, cigarette smoke drifts through the dark, and a housemistress follows it to its source. In a classroom, a teacher listens from a stock cupboard while a popular girl describes another student’s poverty and decides that the cruelty has gone far enough. On a gym wall at midnight, spray paint hisses from a can, a security light snaps on and a girl’s art becomes her offence.

Each story follows the same arc and no two stories are the same. A girl transgresses. Authority responds. The implement is chosen, the position is taken, the skirt is lifted, and the spanking begins. Some girls are defiant and hold their composure until the last stroke breaks through. Some are ashamed from the first moment and cry before the first smack lands. Some are caned, some are slippered, some are strapped, some are paddled, some are spanked with a hand, and some are brushed with wood. Some bend over desks, some go across knees, and some bend over chairs. Some are spanked over skirts, some over knickers, and some on the bare.

The settings are specific. A headmistress’s study with oak panelling. A staff room with a clanking radiator. A sitting room with a fire and a Persian rug. A bedroom with fairy lights and snow falling outside. A hotel suite with white flowers that have no scent.

The spankings are long and detailed and real. The heat builds stroke by stroke, layer upon layer, pink turning to rose, turning to red. The flesh swells and the skin tightens and the colour rises and the tears come. Some girls cry silently. Some cry out. Some kick and stamp and buck. Some go limp and weep. Every spanking ends in tears.

And then the girl goes home. Because the school is only the first half of each story. The letter is written and the envelope is sealed, and the girl carries it home to a parent or a guardian or a sister, and the second spanking follows the first. A hairbrush on a bare bottom over a mother’s lap. A belt on a bare bottom over a father’s desk. A strap in a hotel room from a mother who flew from Singapore. A hairbrush from a sister who is twenty-six and in charge. The implement is different, and the hand is different, but the arc is the same, the heat building and the colour rising, and the tears falling and something honest coming through.

These stories are for readers who love the genre. Who love the build and the moment when the skirt is lifted and the knickers are stretched tight. Who love the rhythm of the implement and the sound of it and the way the colour rises. Who love the tears and the crying and the breaking and the release. Who love the emotion underneath the sting, the shame and the relief tangled together.

This book contains explicit M/F and F/F erotic spanking, hand spanking, slippering, caning, strapping, paddling, hairbrushing, belting, bare bottom spanking, corner time, school discipline, parental discipline, and graphic content between consenting adults.