Sunday, August 23, 2015

♥ Scenes I've written Nine Omega Schoolgirl spanked by Prrincipal


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Roleplay: Schoolgirl, at home, spanked by visiting Principal

He is dressed in white undershirt (vest), cotton panties,  knee high socks,  button down shirt, and black skirt; his long hair is pulled back into a ponytail.      
                 He/she arrives home from ‘school’, barely enters the door, takes off shoes, and hears ‘Mom’ yell, “Shiloh, in here!” 
He/she goes into the living room, and Mom says, “Bad news travels fast, so you must expect I know about you letting Karen copy from you for the algebra test.  Why did you do that?”
  “I want her to be my friend.”  “And you can be friends while working at Jack-in-the-Box together, once you get kicked out of school.  The principal told me, if they had not just outlawed CP in schools, she would certainly have applied it this time.  And I said, would you like to come here, and apply it? And she said, yes.”     Stunned silence, until he/she says, “She is … coming here?”  “Yes, and should not be much longer now. In the meantime, you will take off your skirt and blouse, and go stand in the corner there.”  He/she does so,  and waits… and hears the knock on the door, and Mom going to it,  opening it, and hears the voice of her school principal, and the two of them come into the living room,  and they sit and talk in low voices, until Principal says, “Come here, Shiloh.”   He/she turns, and goes to her,  and she draws him/her over her lap, and spanks the seat of his/her panties with her hand a bit, then draws them down,  picks up a hair brush and smacks the bare buttocks hard and long.  This is followed by him/her getting up, removing panties and vest, bending over back of a chair for swats with wooden paddle and tawse.  He/she hears low voices as they consult, and Principal says, “We are going to finish this session with cane strokes.”   He/she says, “Oh pleeeze it hurts, I’ve had enough….”   “Bend over the edge of the table, stretch your torso out onto it, arms straight ahead, and grip the edges.”   He/she does so, and hears the footsteps as the two of them leave the room.  He/she stays there, waiting for them to return, waiting for her to stand back, and swing, and land the stroke that will sear into his/her already sore and scorched bottom…. 



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