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Miss Mulcahy came into view. "March in, girls. You have two minutes to get changed. You know my rules. Strip down, and then put on your macs and gymshoes. Last one ready will stay an extra quarter of an hour." Have a look at the engravings below the newspaper cutting, of finishing schools at the time she ran hers, who knows, one of them may be her school. Karen got out and some involuntary action told her to stand to attention. Anything good right now, might stop the severity of what was to come. What are you in for?" asked Sandy of her neighbour, a dark-haired girl called Janet from the same class. Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty.
Sandy's eyes sparkled as she accepted with alacrity. She and Miss Mulcahy enjoyed each other's company.Jane's was now buttoned up again, and Miss Mulcahy's detention continued in the accustomed way: for the chosen few, a very special ordeal; and a sustained, exhausting, painful régime of physical exercise for the rest. At seven they were allowed to march off to the changing room and shower, with the usual admonition that they should sponge down their macs and bring them for inspection the following day. Alison was reminded that she of course should bring her gymshoes as well, since she would be staying for her repeat session.
Clare smiled. "A silly professional mistake. He was kind and corrected my error. I cooked him dinner as thanks. My stir-fry is legendary, it seems." At its height Mrs Walter ran a respectable business advertising her services openly and contracting via the church magazine for a supply of birch rods from a reputable supplier. Let these pictures set the scene of the school. Lots of mahogany, lots of polish, everything ‘just so’.When we entered the room, there was a large double bed for my parents, and a......I couldn't believe it! A white CRIB, covered with pink bunnies and of course, pink nursery printed sheets. Standing, she rubbed her burning bare butt to ease its fiery sting. "God, I'm sorry. I've never been more sorry in all my life," she groaned. Pressing her sex against his obvious erection, she hugged him and said, "Thank you for paddling me. I deserved tough love." The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger? Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. Yes, sir,” she said. She stood and felt her face burning with shame as she removed the lower half of her clothing. Mr Larson indicated for her to lie over his knees, and she complied.
The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!”
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His hand felt incredible as he rubbed her stinging skin. She raised her bottom into his hand to encourage him to do it more.
Can you see her?” There, in the bay window is sat the lady in question. A tall woman, sat straight, dipping her pen in the inkwell, let’s look to see what she is writing. To some extent the others realised the true state of things but Miss Mulcahy was a well established senior figure in the school and there was a sense in which her activities fell well within the school tradition of tight discipline maintained by physical sanctions. It was commonplace for a girl to be sent on a run round the grounds for a misdemeanour, as it is at many schools. A session in the gym was not so very different, even if the girls did wear their macs. She'd warned him her period was approaching. It wasn't an excuse. Life and business continued. She appreciated his decision. She deserved this beating. Needed it. Her constant delivery of pain ceased.Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." Seven sinful stories explore the deepest, darkest and dirtiest desires of six women seeking sexual pleasure and, with something to gratify every appetite, are guaranteed to set your pulse racing. Now perhaps the rest of us can get on with our exercises," said Miss Mulcahy. "Alison, you may watch, but keep still and hold your arms right up. That's right."
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