Memories of Westminster Lodge: and other schoolgirl spanking tales

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Janet lifted the hem of her school dress to above her waist, and, holding the hem there, she eased her fingers inside the elastic of her school regulation knickers and pushed them down towards the floor, stepping out of them, scooping them up, and, just as she noticed where Becky’s knickers were, she placed them on the same nearby chair. Mrs Summers saw that Janet was holding her bottom and decided to have some fun, bearing in mind this was clearly one of the adult students. She then presumed that as Mrs Summers had certainly spanked her very hard she was likely to do the same when giving her the cane. As Janet walked along the corridor again towards the car park, she saw the toilets coming up and walked through the door, and into a cubicle, once again yanking her knickers down and raising the hem of her dress as she sat down on the lid of the toilet. However, she was in no position to argue, at least she could but again she would kick herself for doing anything other than leaving Mrs Summers in total control of the punishment.

Maybe even crying helped her, she wondered, because then all she had to do was focus on keeping hold of the far end of the table. She now realised that Mrs Summers was leading her on, but then wondered how many other adults would have had that discussion had they known this was where it would end. At least, she was continuing to cling onto the end of the table leaving her bottom perched ready to be caned again. Mrs Summers looked at Janet and said, pointing at the form that was still on her desk, “I just need you to sign this form and, once again, thank you.Moments later, Janet felt Mrs Summers' palm rubbing her bottom in circles, and she even found that exciting, although suspected that was mainly because she had never been spanked before. I only do it after everyone else has left the school for the day, but I do know that most of them go to the toilets on the way back to the car park and lock themselves in a cubicle but still let out very loud erotic gasps. She managed that, at least, but knew she was thinking more and more how she wished that was her bent across the caning table with four gorgeous welts painted across her bottom.

What Janet liked about attending the class here was that all the students were expected to wear the same school uniform as the day pupils, so Janet was wearing her short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with white ankle socks. That thought repeated itself when the third stroke landed, and Janet was getting even more turned on as she watched the third thick raised welt appear.There have been others who, like you, have wondered what it was like to be punished this way, and you might be interested to know that some come back for more. However, Janet was telling herself that she wanted it to happen so she could, at long last, understand what being both spanked and caned felt like. Janet watched as Becky pushed herself up, and stood up, and when she turned round saw that tears were dribbling down her face and she was sobbing.

How could one stroke hurt so much, she wondered, and immediately supposed she was right in thinking that Mrs Summers would make each of the strokes she gave her harder than the ones she had given Becky.Right then, Becky was bent across what was clearly a caning table, clasping the far end, with her school dress tucked well up above her waist, her knickers were on a chair close by, and her bottom was bare and in position ready to be caned. She loved the fact it made her feel like she was sixteen again and being at the school brought back her need to be obedient to the authoritative teachers. She was soon running her fingers along her already very wet pussy lips, and, just as Mrs Summers had said, let out huge erotic gasps. Having thought that, she knew that she masturbated so often picturing herself being caned, so maybe she would still be excited afterwards, she hoped.