Two Girls Caught Fighting, One Caned
As she walked down the hall, Miss Croft heard a ruckus coming from the girl's toilet room. Two girls rolling around on the floor trying to strike one another caught her immediate attention as she opened the door. Kim and Megan, two head strong tanagers who had been butting heads all term, were finely having it out. Miss Croft reached into her pocket and pulled out a whistle. The loud screech reverberating on the walls startled the two girls. Their frailing stopped as they looked up at their teacher bearing down on them. Kim and Megan pulled away from each other and stood. Each looking very disheveled as they glanced nervously at their teacher. Miss Croft told them: 1) fighting is against the rules of conduct, 2) Clean your selves up, 3) MARCH down to my classroom. Megan started to say something, but Miss cut her off with: 4) not a word from either of you till we get there. Megan and Kim straitened their uniforms and combed their hair while Miss Croft surveyed their minor abrasions. With the teenagers in front of her, Miss Croft shepherded them down the hall to her class.
Miss Croft closed the door to her class and told the girls she didn't want to hear who started it, why they fought, or any excuses for their behavior. Megan and Kim both looked deflated as their teacher announced that fighting was a serious offense and both of them could be sent to the headmaster's study for caning. However, since the two of you like to hit each other, I'll allow it - under my terms. The two girls were astonished, but their hopes evaporated when Miss Croft explained her intent: Both girls were to remove their skirt and panties, One was to bend over so the other could paddle her six times, then the girls change places and One paddles the other six times and so on. The first girl that doesn't want to go on will visit the headmaster next Monday - today is Thursday. The girl that sticks with it, will be finished with her punishment. OR, the two of you can go to see the headmaster right now. The two girls looked at each other, each convinced herself that the other would give in first. In unison, they both removed their skirts and panties. Miss Croft pulled a coin from her purse and told Kim to call it in the air. Kim called tails, but the coin landed heads up. Miss Croft asked Megan if she wished to give or receive first? Megan looked directly at Kim, smiled sadistically and replied "GIVE" Kim's face saddened, but her teacher reminded her that she'd be paddling Megan next.
Kim reluctantly bent over, Megan grabbed the paddle from its hook in the wall, stood behind Kim, stepped back, grasp the paddle with both hands and brought the implement all the way to her shoulder like a baseball player. Miss Craft said: "hold it right their young lady". Megan sighed, she hoped to finish Kim on the first six swats. But Miss Croft showed her how she was required to do it. She aligned the paddle with the lower third of Kim’s ass, pulled back aligning it with her hips. With a one-armed swing as hard as she could, the paddle painfully struck Kim’s bare ass. Kim exhaled a yelp, but held position. This repeated itself five more times. Megan was obviously unhappy about taking her turn, but felt she had little choice. Kim was stronger than she looked and elicited louder yelps from Megan then she voiced. Dark red splotches were starting to form on Megan’s bottom as her eyes teared up during her turn. However, Kim’s second turn was excruciating. Tears ran down her cheeks as sores filled her petite little bottom – she barely got through it. Megan took her second set just like she took the first, this both impressed and worried Kim. However, Megan's ass now looked much worse with six more swats damaging her flesh. Kim was shaking as she bent over for the third set. The first stroke caused her to cry out in pain. The second one immediately followed and Kim stood up reached back to grab her ass. Miss Craft told her to get back into position. Kim was crying a study stream of tears as 14 swats were all she thought she could take. Miss Croft asked her if she wished to stop now and get caned on Monday. Kim was suddenly reminded of the stakes of this competition. With all the determination she could muster, she bent back down. The next 4 swats on her sore ass were even more pain-full as she cried out in agony. Remarkably, Kim held position through the last swat. Megan was amassed that Kim could suffer through that last set. But now it's her turn. Unfortunately for Megan, Kim's arm was still strong and after three painful swats, Megan lost her well power and collapsed on the floor. Miss Croft asked her if she understands what this means? Megan shook her head up and down signaling defeat.
Megan was surprised that Kim didn't gloat. In-fact, Kim sympathetically told her that it could have been her just as easily. The two girls dealt with sore bottoms that night and setting through class the entire next day. Oddly, there was a sort of new kinship between them. Megan's bottom healed quickly, but her appointment with the headmaster laid heavily on her mind spoiling her weekend. Sunday night was sleepless and she sleep walked through breakfast the next morning. She was almost relieved to walk into his study - she wanted to get this over with. She sat down for the obligatory lecture about fighting in school before he told her to rise and remove all of her clothing. Megan nodded and reluctantly started unbutton her blazer. The headmaster's secretary entered the room just as she was removing her underwear. Restraints were placed on her wrists and ankles. Megan's youthful B-cups dangled down briefly as she bent over the desk. The headmaster admired her slender body before he pulled short sections of rope from a side table. Soon each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards the D-rings located on the sides of the desk. This position spread open her legs to expose both her ass and pussy. Megan found this position both embarrassing and humiliating. The headmaster remarked that Miss Croft told him about the competition with her classmate before noting that faint marks that remained on her bottom from the paddling. Then he reached for the light strap and brought it down hard on her left ass cheek. Megan shuttered and let out a mummer in response. Her right cheek was assaulted next, with the same force, producing the same response. Alternating sides, he kept her murmuring for 26 swats before he paused. He placed that strap down and picked up a heavier one.
Megan's ass painfully endured the heavy strap. She whimpered loudly and pulled on the restraints with every lash. Tears were forming in her eyes as her ass transitioned to dark red. After 20 lashes, the headmaster paused and reached for the cane. A moment of anticipation and endorphins was cut short when the cane landed in the junction between her legs and her ass. Megan let out a loud yelp. A moment later, another one landed just above the first one. As Megan pulled on the restraints, he continued marching welts up her bottom. He paused after ten strokes, and let her relish the endorphin rush before continuing with the next ten punishing strokes. Tears were running down her cheeks when he paused for again, which allowed her endorphins to temperately relieve her from some of the overwhelming pain she was experiencing. She started to truly struggle with the restraints in the middle of the third set. Her entire existence now consisted of the cane cutting into her flesh - it was excruciating. The swish of the cane followed by the crack from it meeting Megan's ass and her crying out in pain filled the room. Her little ass was completely covered with 30 welts. This was the hardest caning, she had ever received, as her wets swelled, her ass became a mass of pain.
Megan was crying a study stream of tears at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the desk relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her ass was covered with deep welts and a few of them were weeping blood. The headmaster's secretary immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Megan was unbound, but when they removed the restraints, red bands remained imprinted into her wrists and ankles. The Secretary wiped her tears, cleaned her face and took a wet wipe to her inner legs. The Headmaster embraced her. Megan, desperate for human contact, rapped her arms around him.
Megan dressed and the secretary escorted her out of the study. Closing the door behind them, they found a very nervous girl setting on the stool waiting for her punishment. The secretary told Megan that she'd write an excuse for the next period to give her time to go back to her dorm room to brush her hair and reply her make-up. Megan thanked her when she was handed the slip. However, as soon as she entered her room, Megan removed her panties, laid down on the bed and put her right hand to work on her wet pussy. Her index finger moved feverishly on her clit. With the added stimulation from her very sore ass, Megan had one orgasm after another that forcefully shook her young body. Her spasms lasted a wonderful prolong time. When they finely subsided, Megan stood and quickly tended to herself so she wouldn't be late for her next class.
Miss Croft closed the door to her class and told the girls she didn't want to hear who started it, why they fought, or any excuses for their behavior. Megan and Kim both looked deflated as their teacher announced that fighting was a serious offense and both of them could be sent to the headmaster's study for caning. However, since the two of you like to hit each other, I'll allow it - under my terms. The two girls were astonished, but their hopes evaporated when Miss Croft explained her intent: Both girls were to remove their skirt and panties, One was to bend over so the other could paddle her six times, then the girls change places and One paddles the other six times and so on. The first girl that doesn't want to go on will visit the headmaster next Monday - today is Thursday. The girl that sticks with it, will be finished with her punishment. OR, the two of you can go to see the headmaster right now. The two girls looked at each other, each convinced herself that the other would give in first. In unison, they both removed their skirts and panties. Miss Croft pulled a coin from her purse and told Kim to call it in the air. Kim called tails, but the coin landed heads up. Miss Croft asked Megan if she wished to give or receive first? Megan looked directly at Kim, smiled sadistically and replied "GIVE" Kim's face saddened, but her teacher reminded her that she'd be paddling Megan next.
Kim reluctantly bent over, Megan grabbed the paddle from its hook in the wall, stood behind Kim, stepped back, grasp the paddle with both hands and brought the implement all the way to her shoulder like a baseball player. Miss Craft said: "hold it right their young lady". Megan sighed, she hoped to finish Kim on the first six swats. But Miss Croft showed her how she was required to do it. She aligned the paddle with the lower third of Kim’s ass, pulled back aligning it with her hips. With a one-armed swing as hard as she could, the paddle painfully struck Kim’s bare ass. Kim exhaled a yelp, but held position. This repeated itself five more times. Megan was obviously unhappy about taking her turn, but felt she had little choice. Kim was stronger than she looked and elicited louder yelps from Megan then she voiced. Dark red splotches were starting to form on Megan’s bottom as her eyes teared up during her turn. However, Kim’s second turn was excruciating. Tears ran down her cheeks as sores filled her petite little bottom – she barely got through it. Megan took her second set just like she took the first, this both impressed and worried Kim. However, Megan's ass now looked much worse with six more swats damaging her flesh. Kim was shaking as she bent over for the third set. The first stroke caused her to cry out in pain. The second one immediately followed and Kim stood up reached back to grab her ass. Miss Craft told her to get back into position. Kim was crying a study stream of tears as 14 swats were all she thought she could take. Miss Croft asked her if she wished to stop now and get caned on Monday. Kim was suddenly reminded of the stakes of this competition. With all the determination she could muster, she bent back down. The next 4 swats on her sore ass were even more pain-full as she cried out in agony. Remarkably, Kim held position through the last swat. Megan was amassed that Kim could suffer through that last set. But now it's her turn. Unfortunately for Megan, Kim's arm was still strong and after three painful swats, Megan lost her well power and collapsed on the floor. Miss Croft asked her if she understands what this means? Megan shook her head up and down signaling defeat.
Megan was surprised that Kim didn't gloat. In-fact, Kim sympathetically told her that it could have been her just as easily. The two girls dealt with sore bottoms that night and setting through class the entire next day. Oddly, there was a sort of new kinship between them. Megan's bottom healed quickly, but her appointment with the headmaster laid heavily on her mind spoiling her weekend. Sunday night was sleepless and she sleep walked through breakfast the next morning. She was almost relieved to walk into his study - she wanted to get this over with. She sat down for the obligatory lecture about fighting in school before he told her to rise and remove all of her clothing. Megan nodded and reluctantly started unbutton her blazer. The headmaster's secretary entered the room just as she was removing her underwear. Restraints were placed on her wrists and ankles. Megan's youthful B-cups dangled down briefly as she bent over the desk. The headmaster admired her slender body before he pulled short sections of rope from a side table. Soon each of her limbs were pulled tightly towards the D-rings located on the sides of the desk. This position spread open her legs to expose both her ass and pussy. Megan found this position both embarrassing and humiliating. The headmaster remarked that Miss Croft told him about the competition with her classmate before noting that faint marks that remained on her bottom from the paddling. Then he reached for the light strap and brought it down hard on her left ass cheek. Megan shuttered and let out a mummer in response. Her right cheek was assaulted next, with the same force, producing the same response. Alternating sides, he kept her murmuring for 26 swats before he paused. He placed that strap down and picked up a heavier one.
Megan's ass painfully endured the heavy strap. She whimpered loudly and pulled on the restraints with every lash. Tears were forming in her eyes as her ass transitioned to dark red. After 20 lashes, the headmaster paused and reached for the cane. A moment of anticipation and endorphins was cut short when the cane landed in the junction between her legs and her ass. Megan let out a loud yelp. A moment later, another one landed just above the first one. As Megan pulled on the restraints, he continued marching welts up her bottom. He paused after ten strokes, and let her relish the endorphin rush before continuing with the next ten punishing strokes. Tears were running down her cheeks when he paused for again, which allowed her endorphins to temperately relieve her from some of the overwhelming pain she was experiencing. She started to truly struggle with the restraints in the middle of the third set. Her entire existence now consisted of the cane cutting into her flesh - it was excruciating. The swish of the cane followed by the crack from it meeting Megan's ass and her crying out in pain filled the room. Her little ass was completely covered with 30 welts. This was the hardest caning, she had ever received, as her wets swelled, her ass became a mass of pain.
Megan was crying a study stream of tears at the conclusion of her punishment. She was left restrained, bent over the desk relishing the little relief her endorphins could manage for a several minutes. Her ass was covered with deep welts and a few of them were weeping blood. The headmaster's secretary immediately tended to her broken skin with a blotter and a styptic pencil. When her breathing stabilized and her crying dissipated, Megan was unbound, but when they removed the restraints, red bands remained imprinted into her wrists and ankles. The Secretary wiped her tears, cleaned her face and took a wet wipe to her inner legs. The Headmaster embraced her. Megan, desperate for human contact, rapped her arms around him.
Megan dressed and the secretary escorted her out of the study. Closing the door behind them, they found a very nervous girl setting on the stool waiting for her punishment. The secretary told Megan that she'd write an excuse for the next period to give her time to go back to her dorm room to brush her hair and reply her make-up. Megan thanked her when she was handed the slip. However, as soon as she entered her room, Megan removed her panties, laid down on the bed and put her right hand to work on her wet pussy. Her index finger moved feverishly on her clit. With the added stimulation from her very sore ass, Megan had one orgasm after another that forcefully shook her young body. Her spasms lasted a wonderful prolong time. When they finely subsided, Megan stood and quickly tended to herself so she wouldn't be late for her next class.
il y a 11 mois
Xxx.
As always, I am amazed at how realistic and exciting you describe erotic spanking with schoolgirls. The idea of two girls having to spank each other's bare ass under the teacher's supervision as punishment for their mutual misbehavior until one of the girls gives up in pain is terrific. And it's certainly not unreasonable that the two girls develop feelings for each other afterwards. I could imagine that this could even lead to a lesbian relationship, which, if discovered by the teacher, could in turn lead to corporal punishment, for example on the pussies.