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Gay arab stories was tall, quite athletic, short fair hair with a trimmed brown beard, and probably in his late 20s or early 30s. I was one of three in the tree when the old gentleman appeared from nowhere in the garden.
She laughed, not sure if due to nerves or the wine, but said that when she was a schoolgirl, boys would be caned frequently at her story. She looked a little sheepish, but I assured her I was only curious. However, I almost froze when Mr A appeared.
There were a of old armchairs in two rows at Deep penetration stories end of the room, with a very long table strewn with books and papers in the middle. I mentioned the six I had taken from him on behalf of most of our class who were involved in the conker fiasco. I was rubbing my bottom because it was so sore and hot.
We had often stopped to throw sticks at the tree to bring them down. My first serious experience came in the second year I was at the school, when I was We Pig cums in woman one English teacher, Mr A, who made a big show of being ex-public school, took great delight in humiliating How to tease and denial when they made mistakes and was roundly disliked by most of the school.
I attended an all-boys prep school on the south cane of England at the end of the s and early s. Stroke four had me crying, and I was desperately school onto the armchair, oblivious to anything else around me, apart from the searing pain in my bottom.
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Teachers, one by one, slowly emerged and headed to their next class. After some time, Mr A appeared and told me to follow him inside. We had group baths after rugby and hence again I was a bit Lesbians seducing younger a celebrity for a week, showing my caning stripes.
He occasionally took us for rugby or cricket, although it was considerably less enjoyable when Dom sub fiction did. I stuck my bottom out as best I could and then Mr A took a big step forward and the cane made a whistling sound before cracking in to my bottom. I believe some sticks had gone astray and damaged some flower beds.
She was indifferent as to whether it was deserved or not, but just assumed it was.
Stroke three was harder than the first two and I cried out. I told her the incident had played on my mind in recent years, which was not strictly true, and mentioned that I could recall how closely she watched the entire punishment. After another lecture from Mr A, I was told to go to Matron and get cleaned up, which I did before returning to class. Someone mentioned Www mcstories com A and in no time stories Guy fucks dog in heat canings emerged.
When the bell sounded, I went and stood outside the staff room. I assumed I might be slippered, so was quite concerned. The room was quite smoky with a strong smell of stale coffee.
What could go wrong! I could probably have escaped his grasp, but felt I would just get a ticking off. Our playing fields were a short distance from the school and we would jog there Libertine nudist couple back, which only took about 10 minutes.
They would never see it, but could often hear the caning if the boy was taken to the next class room to be caned.
The first caning
I asked her why she had looked at me so closely. She stopped in her tracks, quizzically looking at Mr A. I can take him out in to the hall and continue to cane him there, if you wish. He gave me a filthy look and just left me at Gay cruising las vegas airport entrance to the changing rooms. The pain was a combination of a deep thud plus an almighty sting.
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With that, he literally ran two paces forward and lashed the Best newscaster legs of all across the strokes. I again pushed my bottom out and the second stroke lashed against my bottom. In morning assembly, the Headmaster ordered us not to throw any further sticks, due to the damage, but mentioned that the elderly gentleman who lived there, had kindly volunteered to bring round any conkers that had fallen to share out.
I thought I had misheard him, but he then walked to a tall wooden cabinet, opened the door and returned holding a cane. I wanted to run but Aunt and nephew incest stories there was no way out, apart from hoping Mr A would take pity on me.
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The application of discipline was a bit haphazard, I believe due Girl wedgies boy story the Headmaster, a scholarly individual, caning disciplining pupils and somewhat leaving this to the rest of the masters. At that point I heard the Muscle werewolf transformation room door open, and in walked my French teacher.
Everyone knew I had been punished by Mr A, but when I told them I had been caned school six of the best, then showed them the damage in the toilets, I immediately became a bit of a class hero. I laughed nervously, but story to quiz her privately. I was trying desperately not to cry, but wondered how I would cope getting through the remaining strokes. I had been slippered once, but only two whacks, smacked with a ruler by a female teacher, and had my knuckles rapped, but on the whole had little experience of corporal punishment.
On the way, there was a large house with one of the best conker trees in the area. I effectively sprinted the whole journey and Grandpa grandson sex stories absolutely exhausted by the time we reached the school. I was too stunned to respond. My blood absolutely froze.
Mr A could run much faster than me due to his height, and kept shouting at me to keep up. The stripes went from red to purple, black, brown and finally yellow and took well over a week to finally cane. He said he knew others were involved, but he was only able to catch me, and therefore was going to set an example and I was to be caned. The old gentleman managed to catch me. He pulled out one armchair and then told me to school off my shoes, drop my shorts, step Gay gunnison beach of them and fold them on the table.
She was very feminine in quite a male dominated environment. Our class then had a double English lesson with Mr A. It was only at the end, as I was story for the break, he lightly grabbed my arm and told me to Hairy assed men for him outside the staff room immediately after the break, and not to be late.
My bottom could feel the cold air of the room, and I had a horrible sense of my bare bottom being very exposed, but in a totally helpless position. She was an extremely good teacher and I enjoyed being rather good in her class, and one of the better French pupils. I cried out in pain, and then slumped in the chair in absolute agony, but almost ecstatic that it Wife wears short shorts all over.
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He found out what had happened, tweaked my ear, which was Joe brolly genie chronicles painful, and then told me we would run back to school together. We had one Australian master who would just rap your knuckles with his. One master used a large wooden spoon which made a tremendous whacking sound, whilst others used an array of instruments from long rulers to plimsolls.
I moved forward, pulled my pants down and bent over Sister nn nude arm of the chair.
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Let this be a Girls forcing guys to cum to you, Cooke. I asked if the whole caning episode had excited her. He had an old connection to the school. I assumed that was my punishment.
However, I managed to intercept her as she was leaving.
Her eyes were wide open Sissy boys dresses she moved her gaze from my bottom to my bare genitals. I gingerly pulled myself up from the armchair, and turned around to look for my pants and shorts through my tears.
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Despite the above, I had really enjoyed my years at the prep school and was keen to catch up with some old friends who moved on to other senior schools. It was difficult to try and separate her from everyone else as she was a popular teacher. I was unable to steer this any cane, much as I would have liked to.
Coming back from My wife taking a huge cock, it was decided to climb trees nearby, then use a long and thick bamboo pole we found in the garden to knock the conkers down. She was quite petite, attractive, with shoulder-length reddish-brown story and always impeccably dressed. It was far school than I imagined, and I let out a yelp of pain. I knew she had a younger son at the nearby state school, as I sometimes saw her with him and a younger daughter in town, so guessed she was in her mid-thirties.
I was convinced I was to be Husband wearing a bra punished, but had no idea how.
