A SPANKING!

BY ZOOL

You stand alone in the office of the school librarian, waiting, dressed in a crisp, white blouse, a pleated, short , grey skirt, white knee socks and shiny, black leather shoes. Typical, sweet, little schoolgirl. The door of the office opens and he enters, walks past you and sits down in a comfortable chair beckoning you to him.

He is tall, greying, with a full grey beard, a stern man, a powerful man, despite his occupation! Nervously you approach him until your little legs are touching his knees, he holds up a book, a torn book!

“I will not stand for this!” he says, “Books are valuable, things to be treasured, not torn and abused like this! I have spoken to your parents and they have given me permission to punish you, I am going to spank you!”

You recoil in horror, he can’t mean it! You try to back away but his hand catches yours preventing you from backing off.

“Bend over my knee child” he commands! You try to move away but can’t his grip is tight, “Bend over my knee so I can spank your bottom!”

“Please sir, please no!” you plead, “Not on my bottom, please!” He pulls you closer, between his legs and twists you to one side so that you are facing one of his legs, the other clamps behind your thighs, locking you in place.

“Bend over my knee now, girl!” He barks, “Bend over my knee so that I can spank your little bottom and punish you like you deserve!”

“Please don’t make me sir, please don’t” you cry, “Please don’t spank my little bottom, please, I won’t do it again, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“You are wasting my time!” he growls giving you a stern look! “You will bend over my knee willingly or I will bend you over forcibly!” He puts his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you forward and down, you try to resist but his big, powerful hand is much too strong! Slowly, slowly your body is bent forward until you feel your tight, little belly resting upon his knee. He pulls your arms around and places your hands on the back of your neck holding them there firmly with his free hand. Now you are trapped! Bent over his knee held in place by his other leg and his free hand, you squirm but cannot move, you are held firmly in place with your pert, round, little rump sticking in the air!

“You have been a very bad girl” he says, “So bad that I am going to punish you on your naked backside, I am going to pull your little knickers down and spank you on your bare bum!”

“Noooooooo!” You wail “Not that, anything but that! Please, please, please don’t pull my little knickers down, please don’t spank my bare bottom!” Your cries are wasted , you feel his hand lift up your skirt around your waist revealing your crisp, tiny, white knickers. You feel his fingers grip the fabric and pull!

“Noooooooo!” You cry “Please don’t, please don’t pull my knickers down! Please!” but you feel the thin fabric gliding over your buttocks, feel his firm hand pulling your knickers back and down, down over your rump and down over your thighs. You feel his strong, big hand gliding back up your thighs, caressing your smooth white flesh until it comes to rest on your naked, little rump.

“This is what happens to bad girls who tear books” His deep, gruff voice says , he brings his big, powerful hand down hard upon your bare backside, CRACK! “Don’t” CRACK! “ever” CRACK! “tear” CRACK! “my” CRACK! “books” CRACKKK! “again” ! You sob and wail and cry at each stinging swat, then it is over, he pulls your knickers back up over your sore bottom, folds down your little skirt and allows you to stand. You face him, your eyes cast down. You rub your hot, sore bum with your hands, trying to rub the stinging away.

“Now get out of my office,” He says, “And if you ever tear another book I will spank you twice as hard and twice as long, do you understand” You nod, sobbing, tears still running down your red cheeks, then you turn and run. Mentally swearing never to tear another book, a wry smile crosses your face, “Until the next time!”