If you still have lessons to attend, the thought of sitting down brings you even more discomfort especially if the teacher, knowing of your spanking, won't let you get away with quietly whimpering in the furthest desk from her. Your rubbing of your bottom starts, but its to raw to give much relief. Its then that the tears appear and you sobbing and you are told to get out. You stand and adjust your knickers and skirt, and for a moment you are unsure if you may rub your stinging bottom. A sudden in crease in the rapidity and hardness of the smacks signals the end of your punishment. The smacking continues and your bottom stings, with the relentless blows and your bottom is red hot. You suddenly realise that he is spanking hard and harder to make you cry, but you can't. However it has no affect on the relentless 'one two', 'one two' pace of your spanking, with each smack seeing to get harder and harder. You shout ouch or owe to show that the stinging is having an effect on you, in the hope of getting sympathy and a lesser spanking. The stinging starts immediately, with perhaps 30 to 50 more to go. You feel very vulnerable and exposed, even with your panties in place, as the first hard smack hits one cheek and then the other. He now lifts your skirt, and you feel the cool air round the top of your legs, as the skirt is laid over your back.
You have come in to the teachers office and he has given you you a verbal 'dressing down' and sold you he is to spank your bottom. Somehow the batteries were flat, as if a Prefect had been enjoying the same not so guilty pleasures! Your tadio was confiscated and perhaps returned at the end of term. After putting your dressing gown on, you were escorted back to bed, with your arm gripped by the Prefect, that stopped you rubbing your stinging bottom, till you were released and alone in bed.
There was no red button to reply, so you really got the full force of her thrashing. The Headmistress might still be up at some unholy hour, and she might be missing a TV show. Of course it was sometimes difficult to turn the noise off if a Prefect or Teacher entered, after lights out necessitating a slippering on my bottom, with just the nightie for protection, of god forbid a visit to the Headmistress in my nightie, slippers and dressing gown. My other fun came from lisyening to Radio Caroline under the sheets, with ear plug type ear phones, that kept dropping out. The dorm was beyond our wildest dreams! I always dreamed of watching TV under the covers but i could never have known what the internet would bring.
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