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Spanking Sarah
By Anonymous Author 1993 

***

Going back to school can be fun and arousing. (MF, voy, 
cd, spank)

***

My name is Sarah and I am 28 years old, single, 5-feet 
1-inches tall, with shoulder length ash blonde hair, 
and I like to think I'm petite. I'm told that I look a 
bit like Felicity Kendal but I can't really see it. 

Some years ago I had a boyfriend who was into all sorts 
of kinky things when it came to sex. I went with him 
for about 9 months and during that time we experimented 
with a lot of different turn-ons, starting fairly 
tamely with a bit of light bondage and getting into 
exhibitionism, watersports, cross dressing, allsorts. 

Eventually we split up, partly because he was going too 
far for me and trying to talk me into heavier and 
heavier S&M stuff and a "gangbang" with several of his 
mates and I was starting to feel really used. 

One of his kinks that I really enjoyed, though, was 
when I let him put me over his knee and spank my 
bottom. In fact I liked it so much that we repeated 
this many times, but Rob seemed to get bored with this 
after a while and kept on about whips and chains and 
black leather and stuff. 

What exited me most, though (to my surprise) was when, 
after a very long spanking from him, that I wanted to 
feel his hand on my bottom again. We went to a local 
pub and met up with all his mates. 

About an hour and a half into the conversation Rob had 
quite a bit to drink and suddenly told all his mates 
about how I liked him to spank me and had been pleading 
with him to put me over his knee just before we went 
out. I was mortified. Of course I went very red as 
about six blokes of varying degrees of hunkiness 
started to take an enormous interest in my little 
perversion and asked questions and took the Mickey out 
me. 

On the way home I started to realise that I was really 
turned on by being embarrassed. I don't know why but 
being the centre of attention (even if it was for all 
the wrong reasons) got to me in a big way. Although I 
told Rob off I made up for it when we got back to my 
place. 

Anyway, having dumped Rob and got over him, I started 
to miss the excitement of "naughty" sex. I had a range 
of boyfriends, some of whom I slept with, some I 
didn't, but I never liked or trusted them enough to 
raise the subject with them. 

Then, one day, I met Tim in the street. Tim was one of 
the lads who had been in the pub when Rob had told the 
world of my fetish. We started talking and he asked me 
out. We went to a quiet pub and, after a while Tim 
carefully steered the conversation round to that night. 

To cut a long story short it turned out that Tim was a 
great spanking devotee and a member of what he called 
"The School". He offered to introduce me and that's how 
I came to spend Friday evenings being a schoolgirl 
again. 

There are 14 pupils in the class, four girls, me, 
Karen, Liz and Pat. Eight boys, Tim, Steve, Malcolm, 
Mark, John, Chris and two Pauls. There are also two 
girls who are really boys (if you see what I mean) 
their real names are Phil and David but they are known 
as Lauren and Gemma. 

We girls had a whale of a time at first teaching Phil 
and David how to dress, apply makeup and generally act 
like women, but now they seem to have it pretty well 
sewn up and Lauren especially looks very sexy in a 
dark, brooding way. We range in age from mid twenties 
to Malcolm who is in his late forties. 

Each week we assemble at the schoolmaster's house. Mr. 
Darby is a tall, muscular man in his late 50s, he owns 
a large house on the edge of town with a very large 
garage/workshop. It is this that he had converted into 
a classroom for our activities. It is heated in winter 
and has a large blackboard in the front with a table on 
a low podium and a desk for each of us. The desks were 
built for school kids so they are really a little small 
for us, but no matter. All around the walls are 
educational posters, the sort you see in classes around 
the world. 

When we meet we first change in Mr. Darby's house, so 
we enter the classroom in our uniforms. For the girls 
this consists of black patent shoes (no heels), white 
socks, a short, grey, pleated skirt, white blouse with 
red & gold striped tie and a red blazer. Underwear 
consists of plain white pants and, in winter, a vest. 
Bras are not allowed which causes a few problems for 
Liz who has quite large boobs. 

The boys wear a similar uniform except that they wear 
grey shorts and grey calf length socks. Of course Gemma 
and Lauren wear the girls' uniform. 

We always treat the class seriously and are there to 
study. We meet at 8.30 p.m. and class starts at 9, 
ending at 12 midnight. We treat the times as a.m. 
though, so we do a morning session through to lunch, 
including a mid-morning break. 

Mr. Darby is very strict and doe not hesitate to punish 
us if we do not do our work properly. Of course that's 
why we are all there, but it does add realism to our 
punishment and you never really know when, or even if, 
you are going to be spanked or even caned for some 
misdemeanor. 

Let me tell you about last Friday. 

I always leave work at 4 o'clock on a Friday, we call 
it POETS day (Push Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday). I 
got home about 4:30, changed into a nightie and went to 
bed. The alarm woke me at 7 and I got up, washed, and 
dressed in my uniform, except for the socks, shoes, 
blazer and tie which I put into my "games" bag. I then 
had a bite to eat put on my coat and, picking up my 
satchel and bag, ran to my car and began the journey to 
school. 

On the way I called in for Tim. We are very lucky to 
live close to school, most of the others have to make 
quite long journeys. Tim got into the car wearing 
normal clothes, with a large bag. It is more difficult 
for the boys, because walking around in part of their 
uniform is much more noticeable than for us girls.

We got to Mr. Darby's house just before 8:30, but most 
of the others were already there. Once in the house the 
boys and girls go into separate "cloakrooms" and change 
into school clothes. Phil and David join us girls and 
from this point on they are treated as girls. The boys 
are expressly forbidden to come near the girls' 
cloakroom, but we know that sometimes they try and peek 
in, just like the boys did when we were kids. If we 
catch them we always report them! 

Once we had changed we all congregate in a large 
courtyard at the back of the house, on the other side 
of which is the classroom. This is the playground and 
we wait here for school to open, sometimes playing or 
talking and sometimes trying to finish off undone 
homework. 

At 9 Mr. Darby opened the school door and we entered in 
single file and stood behind our desks waiting to be 
told to sit down. Karen and I had been having a very 
interesting conversation while we were waiting outside 
and, like idiots we carried on whispering to each other 
in class. Our chat was suddenly interrupted by Mr. 
Darby shouting, "Karen, Sarah, come to the front of the 
class." 

Karen and I slowly slid out from behind our desks and 
walked to the front of the room, standing in front of 
Mr. Darby with our backs to the class. Mr. Darby stood 
very straight in his tweed suit and began to tell us 
off, asked us what we had been talking about that was 
so important (last night's Eastenders) and told Karen 
to hold out her hand. 

Mr. Darby reached over to his desk and picked up his 
ruler. He then lifted the ruler up and brought it down 
on Karen's palm. There was a loud crack and I saw a 
white stripe appear across Karen's palm, which slowly 
turned bright pink, spreading from the outside in. 
Karen took a sharp breath and her eyes closed briefly. 
Mr. Darby brought the ruler down twice more on her 
right palm and the snapped "next". Karen held out her 
left hand and received three stripes on that hand. 

By this time I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach 
and a strange feeling in my bottom. 

"Hand!" Mr. Darby instructed me. 

I saw the ruler fall in a blur and felt the sting as it 
hit my palm, which turned into a hot throb just as the 
ruler struck again. I felt my eyes start to water and 
the ruler hit me for the last time on my right palm. I 
changed hands without being told and received three 
more on my left hand. Once Mr. Darby had finished he 
put the ruler back on the table and sent us both back 
to our desks, telling us all to sit down. 

My hand felt as if it had sunburn and I sat, fidgeting 
in my desk as I flexed my fingers back and forth to try 
and make the throb go away. 

The first subject we were due to study was geography. 
We had been set a homework to read a section of the 
textbook about industry in the Benelux countries. None 
of us were at all surprised when Mr. Darby announced 
that there was going to be a test. A question paper was 
handed out and the test started. I had read the book as 
instructed, but it was so boring I wasn't sure that it 
had all gone in. 

I knew that if my results weren't good enough I would 
be punished and could even get a caning. When I read 
the questions I felt a little happier and answered them 
in good time. When we had all finished we swapped 
papers and, as Mr. Darby read out the answers, we 
marked each others papers. Once this was done Mr. Darby 
asked for each person's marks and wrote them in his 
book. 

I had done well, with full marks, as had some of the 
others. Mark, however, had only answered one question 
correctly. It was obvious that he had not even read the 
book and Mr. Darby called him to the front of the 
class, telling him that he was wasting the classes time 
and giving him a real telling off. 

Mark is quite shy and was deep red by the time Mr. 
Darby had finished with him. After he had told him off 
Mr. Darby reached for the whippy cane he keeps hung by 
the blackboard. Mr. Darby told Mark to undo his 
trousers. Mark undid the waistband of his shorts, 
unzipped the fly and let them drop to his ankles. 

I could see his white Y-fronts tented by his erect 
penis and had to suppress a little giggle. Mr. Darby 
then told Mark to lower his pants. Mark went an even 
brighter red and hooked his thumbs into the waistband 
of his underpants and lowered them to join his shorts. 

As he stood up I caught a glimpse of his very erect 
prick. Mark is a big chap, about 6feet 6 inches tall 
and he was big elsewhere as well. I started to feel 
lusty as Mr. Darby told him to bent over. I swear no 
one in that room breathed as the cane swished down and 
hit Mark's bottom with a resounding crack. Mark moved 
forward every time the cane connected and had to 
straighten himself up to accept the next stroke. Mr. 
Darby handed out six of the very best before he put the 
cane down and told Mark to stand up. 

Mark stood up straight, his prick was very stiff and 
red, and we girls stifled a little giggle, smirking 
behind our hands. Mark couldn't help but notice this 
and blushed even more before being told to pull up his 
trousers and return to his desk. 

The rest of the geography lesson passed off with Liz 
and Malcolm getting a short, sharp zippering for not 
paying attention and we went on to the next lesson, 
English. 

If I go into detail about all the punishment meted out 
during the "day" this will turn into a short novel, so 
I'll just say that Steve and Paul both got punished for 
one thing or another, Paul was caned over his shorts 
and Steve was spanked over Mr. Darby's knee. The most 
interesting punishment was of Lauren. 

As I have said Lauren is very attractive and could pass 
as a real girl under almost any circumstances. "She" 
was called to the front half way through the lesson 
because she had forgotten a text book. We sometimes do 
this deliberately as we know that this is guaranteed to 
get us a punishment, but it is a bit of a risk as we 
cannot tell what the punishment will be. 

Lauren made her way slowly to the front of the class. 
Mr. Darby reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a 
small, flat bat, like a small cricket bat around a foot 
long it was painted a dark blue and I recognised it as 
the kind of bat we used to use in junior school to play 
rounders when I was a girl. This was a new weapon in 
Mr. Darby's armory and I could see that it would be a 
very effective punishment tool. 

Mr. Darby told Lauren to bend over his desk, side on to 
the class. Holding the bat in his right hand, he used 
the left to flip Lauren's pleated skirt up and over her 
back, revealing her white pants. He then slipped his 
hand into the back of her knickers and pulled them down 
her thighs. I don't know why but I was surprised to 
suddenly see "Lauren's" dick pop out as the panties 
were pulled down. 

I get so used to thinking of Lauren as a girl that I 
tend to forget that inside she is really Phil. I had 
expected to see nothing but her thighs and the sudden 
appearance of a penis came as a shock. It looked 
incongruous with her breasts hanging down over the 
table and his prick standing erect between his legs. 

I was totally fascinated by this (it doesn't happen 
with David, he is tall and, no matter what we do, 
always looks like a man in girl's clothes - not that 
anyone minds it's his fantasy after all) and was 
brought out of my reverie when his first blow landed, 
so hard that Lauren cried out. 

Lauren's bottom was momentarily sort of squashed up by 
the bat landing and, as Mr. Darby lifted his hand for 
the next blow, the initial white mark turned an angry 
red, showing the shape of the bat perfectly. Five more 
times the bat landed and by the time it had finished 
almost all of Lauren's bottom was a deeper red than I 
had ever seen it before and I think she was beginning 
to regret forgetting her book. 

After the lesson it was time for "break" and we were 
sent out into the playground. As I have said this is a 
small courtyard totally enclosed by the house, the 
classroom and two high walls. Mr. Darby has a large 
light erected high on one of the walls, so we can see 
in the winter and we spend around half an hour out 
there. 

I love this time of summer when it is warm, when we 
girls can tease the boys by doing handstands against 
the walls and flashing our knickers at them, but in 
winter it is too cold for most of us and we tend to 
just stand in corners chatting or, for those who are 
really into the school thing, playing hopscotch or tag 
or skipping. 

Gemma (David) likes to flash all the time, but most of 
us real girls like our comfort. 

So there I am, huddled in a corner with Chris, Pat, Liz 
and Lauren. I should have told you that I am an 
incurable smoker. Of course this is banned at school, 
but I was dying for a cigarette and I decided to take a 
chance. I nipped quickly into the changing rooms 
(strictly banned) and pulled out a ciggy and my 
lighter. 

I lit the cigarette and, hiding it in the palm of my 
hand, ran out to the playground. The others sympathetic 
and gathered round to hide me from view. I finished the 
ciggy quickly and disposed of the end down a convenient 
drain. 

At the end of break we lined up and re-entered the 
class room. No sooner had we sat down than Mr. Darby 
called me to the front of the class. I was very shocked 
as it was obvious that he had seen my smoke break, but 
I was certain that I had been so careful that I had got 
away with it. 

Mr. Darby lifted his chair from behind the desk and sat 
on it in facing the class. He then told me to position 
myself over his knee. I allowed myself to lean forwards 
and draped myself over his lap, adjusting my position 
until I was centred with my hands on the floor in front 
of me and my feet just touching the ground behind. 

My stomach was churning with nerves and I could feel 
myself getting wet with anticipation. I felt my skirt 
being pulled up over my back and then Mr. Darby's hand 
inside my waistband and the rough feeling as my panties 
were pulled down to my knees. My bottom felt suddenly 
cold and exposed and I knew that the boys could see my 
bare buttocks, I was worried because I knew my tan 
lines would really show off my bottom. 

I mostly hoped that I hadn't any spots on my bottom 
(well, a girl like to look her best in any 
circumstances). I could see Mr. Darby's shoes and his 
tweed trousers and a pair of awful tartan
socks. I could smell the dust on the floor and a mix of 
floor polish and leather as I waited for Mr. Darby's 
hand to land on my cheeks. 

When the blow landed I was astounded at both the sound 
and the pain. Instead if the slap I had expected there 
was a much louder, deeper noise and the sting was 
enormous. As it started to change to a tingling I 
realised that Mr. Darby was using the bat. Then the 
next blow fell and I cried out. 

Mr. Darby gave me a dozen hard smacks with the bat. By 
the time he had finished I was quite literally crying 
and begging him to stop. In fact I very nearly used my 
"safe" word, for the first time ever. When he had 
finished he told me to get up and I rose, very slowly. 
My bottom tingled from the top of my thighs almost to 
the small of my back. 

My skirt fell back down over my bottom and I winced as 
the fabric touched my injured buttocks. I bent down to 
pull up my pants and felt the rough feel of what was, 
in fact, soft cotton being pulled over my sore bum. 

I sat down very carefully and found that after a while 
the part I sat on hurt less as long as I kept very 
still. Unfortunately the rest of my bottom hurt like 
hell for the rest of the lesson. 

After "school" we all returned to the changing rooms 
and started to undress. The other girls were fascinated 
by what the new bat felt like and we spent some time 
talking about it before making our way home. 

In the car Tim was full of the new punishment and I 
could see, glancing over, that he had a huge bulge in 
his trousers. I was feeling awfully randy and, instead 
of driving straight to Tim's house I took a detour to a 
quiet wooded area outside town. Tim didn't question me 
at all as he had been through this before. 

I stopped the car in the small car park built for 
picnickers, which was well away from the road and 
surrounded by trees. Tim made a move toward me, but I 
just opened the door and stepped out. The air was cold 
and it was very dark. I could hear the strange night 
noises from the wood as small animals moved around. Tim 
opened the other door as I undid my blouse an pulled up 
my vest. The cold air on my breasts made my nipples 
stiffen and start to ache a little. I lifted up my 
skirt and pulled down my panties. The cold air hit my 
hot, sore bottom and gave a little relief from the 
constant heat I had felt since my spanking. 

I led over the bonnet of the car, feeling the warmth of 
the engine on my breasts and thrust out my bottom. I 
didn't need any foreplay, and Tim moved up behind me 
and started to rub his prick up and down my crack, at 
on point he touched my bum hole with it and I thought 
he was going to try that, but he slid back down and 
slid easily into me. 

It felt wonderful to be full at last and we both came 
very quickly, getting rid of that awful empty feeling I 
get when I have been taken so close to orgasm and 
turned on for so long, without getting relief. 

Tim and I dressed and I took him home and returned to 
my flat, fell into bed and slept like a log (well it 
was almost 3a.m. when I got into bed). 

***

The next morning my bottom was still a little sore, it 
wasn't unpleasant, but I was very aware of my bum all 
day. 

I love the school, Mr. Darby is very clever and seems 
to take a lot of time and trouble to estimate 
everyone's tastes and limits. He is a very good judge 
of human character and all of us get exactly what we 
want which is very difficult with a large group of 
people who all have different scenarios which turn them 
on, some wanting s&m and others being happy just to 
dress up.

END

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