La, la, la-la-la lah, see the happy schoolgirls go smurfing down the country road:
Uh-0h, what’s this? Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf, those shameles hussies are piddling on the side of the road, in front of God and everybody! The nerve of those tarts!
This can only end in tears. Sure enough, here’s Papa Smurf his own self. You girls are in for it!
And oh, are they ever in for it. Spanking, caning, and tears galore, plus big vivid welts in the grandest Lupus Pictures tradition. (For pictures of the spankings, go here — I don’t want any succulant-but-mortified flesh distracting you from my little pastoral morality play. At least, not yet.)
It’s the after the spanking treatment that catches our eye this time. No, not oral sex you loony! Rather, our miscreants are taken out to the garden and made to pick some nice fresh stinging nettles:
You know where this is going. Our wayward schoolgirls are made to stuff their panties full of fiery nettles, which they do with great reluctance and much shifting from foot to foot:
And off they are sent, traipsing (properly chastened) back to school.