Quills 🏳️⚧️ 👩
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The following is Part 2 of a spanked schoolgirl fantasy, for the avoidance of doubt, the fantasy schoolgirl in question is over the age of 18.
All bruises are real marks from an actual caning, because I like to go full-method and suffer for my art, in order to produce top quality content for you lucky gents!
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Carly In Trouble - Part 2
(Continuation of the picture story from a few posts back)
She raised herself gingerly from the desk. Surely the punishment must now be over? But the Headmaster had other ideas. "Remove your skirt" he instructed. The prefect complied. "Now, kneel on that stool, bend over, and present your bottom to me" he snapped. "You've marked-up nicely Carly!" the prone young girl sniffed something incomprehensible in acknowledgment.
"I see that slutty thong of yours did not provide much in the way of protection for your bottom, did it girl?"
"No Sir" she gasped, still trying to hold back sobs from the thrashing she had just endured.
He placed the cane on her back as she arched over the desk. He stood back to admire his handiwork. Not bad!
"Do you know what kind of girl wears a thong Carly?"
"No Sir".
"Sluts, Carly. Only sluts wear thongs. Are you a slut Carly?"
"No Sir".
"And yet you came to school in a thong".
"Yes Sir".
"So are you calling me a liar?"
"No Sir".
"So let me ask you again, are you a slut Carly?"
The girl knew there was no way out of this and started to sob gently. "Yes Sir".
"Good girl" he smiled slyly to himself, knowing he'd boxed her into a corner "Now, remind me again, what are you?"
"I'm a slut sir".
"Yes. Yes you are. And the best way to train a slut out of her natural instincts is through shame... so take your panties off"
The poor girl wriggled out of the dainty thong, easing it past her poor reddened cheeks.
"Stand up, and pass that slutty little thong to me, I'm confiscating it" he announced, matter-of-factly. "And whilst I'm at it, I'll keep the skirt too. You can come and collect it at the end of the day". He saw her shoulders slump, as the impending humiliation she was about to endure started to sink in.
"Now, kneel on that stool and present me your bottom one more time so I can make sure that you are suitably thrashed, after which you can stay working here at that desk until the end of the period. Then, at the bell, you can return to your regular classes exactly as you are, so everyone can see how we deal with students who come to our respectable institution dressed like sluts"
"It's going to be a very embarrassing day for you young lady. But maybe that will teach you the importance of dressing like a demure young lady, and not a common slut. And if I catch you wearing one of these again, you'll be spending the rest of the semester dressed like this, and with a thrashing of this severity every day too. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir".
"Good, now I hope you've learned your lesson".
THE END
All bruises are real marks from an actual caning, because I like to go full-method and suffer for my art, in order to produce top quality content for you lucky gents!
😘Carly In Trouble - Part 2
(Continuation of the picture story from a few posts back)
She raised herself gingerly from the desk. Surely the punishment must now be over? But the Headmaster had other ideas. "Remove your skirt" he instructed. The prefect complied. "Now, kneel on that stool, bend over, and present your bottom to me" he snapped. "You've marked-up nicely Carly!" the prone young girl sniffed something incomprehensible in acknowledgment.
"I see that slutty thong of yours did not provide much in the way of protection for your bottom, did it girl?"
"No Sir" she gasped, still trying to hold back sobs from the thrashing she had just endured.
He placed the cane on her back as she arched over the desk. He stood back to admire his handiwork. Not bad!
"Do you know what kind of girl wears a thong Carly?"
"No Sir".
"Sluts, Carly. Only sluts wear thongs. Are you a slut Carly?"
"No Sir".
"And yet you came to school in a thong".
"Yes Sir".
"So are you calling me a liar?"
"No Sir".
"So let me ask you again, are you a slut Carly?"
The girl knew there was no way out of this and started to sob gently. "Yes Sir".
"Good girl" he smiled slyly to himself, knowing he'd boxed her into a corner "Now, remind me again, what are you?"
"I'm a slut sir".
"Yes. Yes you are. And the best way to train a slut out of her natural instincts is through shame... so take your panties off"
The poor girl wriggled out of the dainty thong, easing it past her poor reddened cheeks.
"Stand up, and pass that slutty little thong to me, I'm confiscating it" he announced, matter-of-factly. "And whilst I'm at it, I'll keep the skirt too. You can come and collect it at the end of the day". He saw her shoulders slump, as the impending humiliation she was about to endure started to sink in.
"Now, kneel on that stool and present me your bottom one more time so I can make sure that you are suitably thrashed, after which you can stay working here at that desk until the end of the period. Then, at the bell, you can return to your regular classes exactly as you are, so everyone can see how we deal with students who come to our respectable institution dressed like sluts"
"It's going to be a very embarrassing day for you young lady. But maybe that will teach you the importance of dressing like a demure young lady, and not a common slut. And if I catch you wearing one of these again, you'll be spending the rest of the semester dressed like this, and with a thrashing of this severity every day too. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir".
"Good, now I hope you've learned your lesson".
THE END
