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Sgtspank
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Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 17
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2018 - 06:53 am: | 
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Eighteen-year-old Naomi looked down at her lap. Her wavy brown hair fell to the ankle-length navy skirt as she sat there. Tears dripped as she listened to Mrs. Johnson's scolding from across the desk. She knew that she had done wrong, first by procrastinating on the paper, then by turning one in from the Internet. She had edited it a bit ... but that didn't make it less wrong. And it hadn't even prevented her from being caught.
"Naomi, I have no choice but to tell the administration what you have done and they will expel you from this school. I'm sorry for it, but you have brought it on yourself. You have to accept the consequences of your actions."
"Accept the consequences ..." that sounded just like her father. Of course, she'd last heard that from him when she was 14 ... and about to bare her bottom for her last ever belt spanking.
"Please, Mrs. Johnson", Naomi began. She looked past the name plaque on the desk, Nadia Johnson, to the ebony face of her freshman English teacher. That black face carried so much intelligence and usually so much kindness, but now looked incredibly stern and resolute. "I can't go home to my parents expelled. When my father used to say I had to accept the consequences of my actions, he'd spank me. Could you ... instead of expelling me ... could you do something else? Even spank me?"
Nadia Johnson leaned back in her chair. She doodled on a pad for a few seconds.
Naomi was sure she'd say no ... afraid she'd say yes ... embarrassed at asking such a question. But she couldn't bear the thought of going back to her parents -- pastor and leader of women's ministries -- and 4 younger siblings in disgrace.
The teacher answered slowly. "Nadia, I could spank you, but it wouldn't mean as much to you as it would if a man spanked you."
Naomi went pale at the thought. She knew it was true. Even when her mother had spanked as hard as her father, baring her bottom before him always made it twice the punishment it would have been before her mother. And now that she was a woman ... she blushed at the idea of showing a man her bottom. And spankings were always on the bare bottom as far as she knew.
Mrs. Johnson was continuing. "When I was just a bit older than you, I got into some trouble. I wasn't a bright college kid full of hope like you. But I knew I needed discipline and I found a man who gave it to me. I think Mr. Green is still practicing. But understand, he makes a spanking into quite an occasion. When your clothes come off and you get spanked, it will be a punishment you will not forget."
Every time she'd been skirt up and panties down ... it had been memorable. Naomi nodded. "If I submit to a spanking from Mr. Green, you won't get me expelled?"
"Agreed, Naomi. You will have 3 days to rewrite your paper and will get one grade taken off for it being late. But that will be the end of it."
"Thank you, Mr.s Johnson." Naomi couldn't smile yet, but she was drying her tears.
"But that doesn't mean your bottom will be done being sore or that you will have forgotten the lesson. Mr. Green sees anyone 18 or over as an adult and applies his implements soundly. Expect a more painful and embarrassing spanking than anything you grew up with. Are you sure you want this instead of being expelled?"
Naomi's was suddenly more nervous than sad. "Will you come with me, Mrs. Johnson?"
The teacher leaned forward in her seat. "After this?" She gestured to the paper on her desk. "I wouldn't miss seeing your bare butt get the strap, young lady!"
Naomi blushed again. She had enjoyed the couple of occasions she'd gotten to watch a younger sister's bottom being punished when she was not receiving punishment of her own. But now she was the one to be watched. She knew she had the shape of hips and bottom that boys liked looking at. Even better shaped than 15-year-old Ruth's ... and she'd enjoyed seeing that under the strap last summer.
Still, having a woman with her would be better than going ALONE to be spanked by this man.
That evening, butterflies were in Naomi's stomach as she rode with Mrs. Johnson to a small office park. It was nearly deserted, but in front of one office a Jaguar was parked. Hickory Consultants, the sign read. She slid gracefully from he car, smoothing her long navy skirt as she did. Her plain white short-sleeved blouse needed no straightening and was shrouded in her waves of brown hair that fell almost to her waist. The blouse was loose enough not to accent medium-sized bust. A pair of navy flats completed her outfit. In short, she was dressed like the Baptist preacher's kid she was.
The teacher had changed into a less conservative outfit for the evening appointment. She was in a red dress that accented her dark features. Red earrings matched the dress whose V-neck exposed an amount of cleavage that Naomi considered scandalous. A black belt highlighted a slender waist above athletic hips. The hem line rode a couple inches above Mrs. Johnson's knees when she walked and much higher when she sat.
It was 3 minutes before 9 when she followed Mrs. Johnson into the office. "You don't want to be late, believe me", she'd been told.
She found herself in a reception area or waiting room. A desk sat unoccupied ahead and to her left. Behind it was a closed door. Closer to the front of the office, also on the left was an open doorway revealing a conference table. A grandfather clock beside her struck the hour. Directly in front of her were 2 chairs facing a coffee table. On the other side of the coffee table was a sofa.
A tall man with salt and pepper hair and beard came from the back office and greeted the teacher. "Nadia, so good to see you. You're doing well, I trust."
"Very well, thank you, Mr. Green."
"And your young charge ... Nadia, you didn't bring a minor did you? Unless you are her legal guardian, I can't let you give consent for her punishment."
"Oh, no, Naomi is 18 and a few months", she answered.
The man was leading the way into the back office. It was spacious with several computer monitors and a large walnut desk. A simple chair was in front of the desk and two large office chairs were behind it.
For the first time, Mr. Green addressed the nervous girl. "Naomi, as young as you are, I'll need to see some ID before I give you the consent form for your spanking."
He spoke of her spanking as casually as though it had been an ordinary business transaction. Didn't he have any appreciation for her fear? Her fingers shook a little as she dug her school ID from her purse and handed it to him. He quickly compared her face to that on the card and noted the date before handing it back.
"Thank you, Naomi", he said with a smile. "Do you have any basic questions about spanking? Or about how I will be spanking you this evening?"
"No, sir. I grew up being spanked. Well, maybe about how many licks I'll get." Naomi's voice sounded stronger than she felt.
"How many licks is something we will go over a bit later. How long ago was your last spanking?"
"I was 14. So 4 years."
"And who spanked you?"
"My father did."
"Good. Did you deserve it?"
"Yes, I did. I never disrespected my mother again."
"Very good. Now please look over this consent form. Ask any questions you want but I need an initial at each blank and your signature and the date at the end. Take your time."
Naomi scanned the form quickly. She received promises that Mr. Green would not grope her or make a recording of their session. But she was to consent to be spanked, consent to corner time, consent to removal on command of her clothing, consent to the forcible removal of said clothing, consent to swats outside the area of the buttocks, consent to his hands on her body, consent to the use of other implements, consent to bruises or welts, should they appear ...
She initialed every box and signed.
"Good", Mr. Green began as he filed the paper, "we can begin. Nadia, you have a seat on my side of the desk tonight. Naomi, stand before my desk."
"Yes, sir", she answered. Her voice quavered now. She felt as though she stood before 2 powerful judges who had already found her guilty and she was awaiting the sentence. She glanced at the wall behind her judges and saw a ferocious leather strap, a long-handled brush, and ... a ... was that a cane? She was not going to like this sentence!
"So, young lady, since we know you're getting spanked and only the details are to be determined, take your skirt off."
"Off, sir?" Naomi felt like she would faint. "Please, my dad only lifted the back of my skirt once I bent over."
"You were a child then. You are a woman now, capable of consenting to an adult punishment. You will receive fewer protections of your dignity than I presume you did as a child and a more painful spanking than I presume you did as a child. But since you are feeling childish at the moment, I will begin with a childish spanking. Turn around and place your hands on the seat of that chair."
She obeyed. This was a familiar enough position, though it would usually have been in her bedroom. She heard Mr. Green rise from his chair. In a moment he was beside her. So it was about to begin ... this spanking. She'd been spanked by parents, grandparents, a couple aunts, and an uncle ... even once by her cousin Sophia who was 10 years older than her. But this would be the first time anyone outside the family had spanked her. She knew he was about to lift her skirt. He would be the first man outside the family to see her bottom. She shuddered at the thought, but it had to be. And it was better than undressing while facing him!
His hand was on her back ... then the other one on her bottom ... then SMACK, the first swat fell on the seat of her skirt, then another and another. She was surprised how much they could hurt over her clothing! She held still as she had always been required to for a spanking and a dozen hard swats rocked her. They stung, but she'd asked for a spanking in lieu of expulsion. She knew she deserved to be punished.
After the dozen swats, the spanking seemed to be over, but Naomi stayed in position. She knew better than to rise without permission.
"The brush, please, Nadia", his deep voice said. So ... it wasn't over. She had hardly thought it could be. The chair squeaked and in a few seconds something tapped her on the left side of her butt. Then CRACK, it fell hard on that side. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, every few seconds another swat rained down left, right, left, right.
Naomi gritted her teeth to hold still. She couldn't remember the last time she'd squirmed during a spanking. Somehow, very young, she had learned she MUST hold that bottom still.
After a dozen swats, the spanking stopped. That had hurt ... but not like the belt on her bare bottom. Tears were in her eyes, but it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. She held her position as she heard Mr. Green settle back into his chair.
"Naomi, stand up and turn around", he said.
"Yes, sir", she answered as she stood. Her butt felt tender in a way the belt didn't usually leave it. She'd probably have a bruise or two. But she had deserved her spanking and it could have been worse.
Mr. Green sat behind the desk just as she'd last seen him. That long brush that had just been the instrument of her discomfort lay on the desk. Mrs. Johnson sat to Mr. Green's right with her legs crossed. Naomi was surprised just how much of her legs her respected teacher was showing! Naomi could never imagine herself exposing herself that much ... willingly. Except to her future husband, of course.
"Naomi, why did I just spank you?"
"For plagiarizing my paper, sir."
"No. I didn't. Not yet. I spanked you because you were reverting to childish pleas when facing an adult punishment for an adult offence. So I gave you a childish punishment. But now it is time to put away childish things."
Naomi's stomach knotted as she realized she'd gained nothing by the spanking she'd just received and knew she would have to obey the next instruction.
"Remove your skirt."
Naomi bowed her head in resignation and reached for her zipper in the back of the skirt. |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 18
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 15, 2018 - 06:54 am: |
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To be continued ... if there's any interest |
Sgtspank
Spanko
Username: Sgtspank
Post Number: 28
Registered: 05-2018
| | Posted on Thursday, November 15, 2018 - 04:05 pm: |
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"Remove your skirt." The order echoed in Naomi's ears as she lowered the zipper. She couldn't believe she was doing this in front of Mrs. Johnson, let alone this powerful man.
"Remove your skirt" ... she slipped it down over the well-shaped butt that even she knew drew the the eyes of men and boys when she walked by ... even in her long skirts. That butt had to be exposed, but not ... not the front of her panties! The idea of a bit of white cotton being all that concealed her most intimate orifice ... she spun around as she stepped clear of the long skirt.
"Turn around, young lady." Mr. Green's deep voice reminded her of Charlton Heston's. It might as well have been God's voice for all her ability to disobey it's direct command.
She turned, holding the skirt in front of her bare legs and panties.
"Fold it and place it on my desk." Again, the calm firm voice might as well have thundered from Mt. Sinai.
She saw her hands obey, folding it neatly as her mother had taught her. She looked down those white thighs no man had seen since she was a very little girl. Were men really turned on by those soft vulnerable feminine legs like she'd been taught? And ... did Mr. Green see that pubic hair sticking out the right side of her panties? What would he think? She blushed deeply enough that she felt her face get hot. But why ... why would she also get warm down ... there?
"Naomi, I know this isn't easy for you", that deep voice said. "You are obviously a modest young lady, and your exposure is a part of your punishment that you will long remember. But I think you knew that before Nadia called me and I know you did when you signed the consent form."
He paused as if she should say something. She didn't know what to say, so said "yes, sir".
"You knew very well what to do when I told you to remove your skirt. You obeyed the letter of what I said, but not the spirit of it."
That sounded bad. She lifted her eyes to the desktop where that long brush lay. It would hurt more with her skirt off.
"Nadia, what penalty would you suggest?", Mr. Green asked.
Naomi looked over at her teacher. The black lady was biting her lip, smiling a bit. She pulled her knee up a little tighter as she set with her legs crossed, She couldn't imagine showing so much of her legs ... and then realized she was showing even more ... and Mrs. Johnson was looking directly as her panties. Was Mr. Green looking at them too? She couldn't look up at him to find out ... her eyes went back to her own bare white thighs.
"You're actually asking me?" Mrs. Johnson sounded surprised. "Ah, well, you often punish covering up with more exposure. Spreading her legs when you spank her works ... but maybe her top ..."
Spreading legs? Would they actually make her show ... between her legs?! Her private region grew strangely warmer as she blushed even more and tears rolled down her cheeks. As horrible as this was, she couldn't say no!
"Naomi", Mr. Green said. "Unbutton your blouse and open it past both bra cups."
Her top ... blouse ... bra? She froze and hot tears dripped from her eyes and splashed cold on her feet.
She must have hesitated longer than she realized because he spoke again. "If I have to do it, I will remove your bra with it."
"Oh, no, sorry sir!" She couldn't believe she'd just disobeyed ... and hurried to unbutton before he got upset. In seconds the simple white blouse hung loosely. With a deep breath she swept her wavy dark hair behind her shoulders, then opened the blouse to expose her bra. Ample breasts filled her C cups. She looked down her slender stomach to the flare of her no-longer-concealed hips and those white cotton panties. At least they were full coverage ... but they would be coming down all too soon. She would at least get to turn her back for that ... wouldn't she? The thought of baring her ... her privates ... was terrifying. But somehow, if he said it ... if THAT VOICE said it ... she could not disobey.
"Young lady, you have procrastinated badly in your schoolwork. That is an undisciplined and unprofessional habit. It diminishes your performance in more aspects of your life than you realize. It leads you into more and more problematic behavior. It leads to rushed jobs that do not represent your ability. It has even led you to steal another person's work and claim it is your own. That plagiarism will be punished, but the procrastination that led to it will first."
He was right. She knew he was right. Procrastination was a habit that her parents had scolded her for over the years, but it had grown worse without them there to remind her. She was ashamed, not so much of her nakedness, but of her behavior.
"I'm sorry, sir", she whispered.
"You will have the chance to apologize to your teacher immediately before your spanking. But now, come around the desk so I can remove your panties."
So it was upon her. Her humiliation would be deep. She had known it was coming, but told herself it couldn't be.
She began to move toward the end of the desk to go to the engineer of her humiliation.
"Please ..." she was sobbing now. She looked toward Mrs. Johnson for encouragement or at least sympathy, but the mini-skirted teacher appeared to be enjoying her humiliation.
She couldn't look at Mr. Green ... but an appeal to him was her only option to avoid the deepest humiliation of her life.
"Please ... " she began again, still moving slowly toward him. She looked him in the eye and found him looking her in the face with a look that was both stern and compassionate.
"Let me turn around and take them off. It's my butt you want to spank."
"No, Naomi." That deep powerful voice almost sounded sad. "If this punishment is going to truly help you, your submission must be complete. And as long as you get to conceal your vagina, it won't be complete." He pushed his chair back from his desk and pointed directly in front of him. "Stand here", he ordered.
She didn't realize she was so close. In a moment her bare legs were only inches from his knees. Through blurry tears, she watched his hands rise to her hips. They were ever so firm through that cotton, her last shred of dignity.
"Please, sir ..."
His thumbs where hooking into her waistband.
"...don't ..." |
Maxsey
Spanko
Username: Maxsey
Post Number: 16
Registered: 01-2014
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 19, 2018 - 11:57 am: |
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nicely written, love the tension. and the engagement of mrs Johnson... |
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