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If you’re going to cheat on a test, it’s best to make sure the professor who catches you isn’t a traditionalist:

“Please Sir, I swear I’ll never cheat again.” she begged, “Please no more.”

“It’s not a case of whether you will cheat again. It’s punishing you for cheating to begin with.” he said matter of factly, “Now stand up and take your skirt and panties off.”

Kara stood, knees together holding the panties in place, then looked at him defiantly. “NO! You can’t make me. You animal.”

“Very well then Kara. I will just inform the Dean tomorrow morning that you were caught cheating.”

“Please no, this isn’t fair.” Fresh tears made their way down Kara’s cheeks.

“Fair? Was it fair for you to cheat off of Lori Connell’s test? Was it fair for you to waste your daddy’s efforts to get you accepted to Westbridge?”

He knew he won when the girl’s chin dropped to her chest and she let out a soft shuddering cry. Kara unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Turning away from him she slid it down her legs, taking the panties with it and stepped out of it. Holding the skirt in front of her body, trying to protect her modesty she turned back to the teacher. Professor Graves stood up and walked to the side of the desk to pick up the paddle.

“Place it on the chair, then bend over the desk and grip the far edge.”

Kara set the skirt on the chair, covering her bush with her hands. She turned to the desk and leaned against it, bending over to grip the far edge. She turned her head to watch him as he made his way to stand beside her.

“Face forward young lady.” he instructed, “Spread your legs for me.”

Kara spread her legs to shoulder width, then wider at Professor Graves’ instructions. Without warning he brought the paddle down hard on Kara’s ass. The frightened girl screamed, standing up to grasp her ass.

“Kara this will go much faster if you do as you are told. Now grip the far side of the desk and do not let go.”

“Please no” the girl whined, bending over to hold the desk once more.

With a resounding whack, the paddle struck the girl again. Kara clenched her teeth, determined not to let go. Kara screamed again with the third stroke, still holding onto the desk.

“Spread your legs further Miss Whitman, I want your stomach flat on the desk.”

Kara spread her legs out, resting on the desk. Professor Graves used his foot to slide her legs a little wider, forcing the girl onto her tiptoes. The fourth stroke from the paddle landed on the inside of Kara’s left thigh. She screamed at the impact, kicking her legs out and bringing them together.

“Shall I tie your legs to the desk Miss Whitman?”

“No. Please Sir it hurts so much.” the crying girl begged as she spread her legs.

Professor Graves rubbed his hand over her abused ass, “Yes, that’s why they call it a punishment.” He slid his hand down to cup her moist sex, “Yet somehow I think you’re enjoying this.”

“No I’m not. Please stop touching me there.” the girl begged.

“Very well.” Professor Graves said removing his hand, “Six more with the paddle then it’s on to the crop. I think you’ll enjoy the crop…”

From Kara Gets Punished by Rod.

I see more spanking pictures go by on the Tumblr sites than I can ever hope to blog. So I thought I’d try making an irregular feature out of a few lists of Tumblr’d spankings:

• The wooden paddle with holes can always be relied upon for bruises.
• This looks like a belt spanking in a women’s prison, or another institutional setting of that sort. Black and white, vintage.
• The tawse is in motion. And it’s going to land somewhere very tender. Youch…
• She’s not reacting well to the first stroke of the heavy bamboo cane. Which is too bad for her, since the plan is to whip her pantyhose clean off with it…
• The riding crop obviously hasn’t been used much. By the little damp spot in her panties, we can she she’s hoping for more.

Nice comic book caning art is hard to find. But these two details from a Dofantasy.com title really work for me (don’t forget to click them to see the full panels):

They are from War Games: Collateral Victims by Glandux:

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Long the infamous tool of secret police interrogators here in the real world, in this vintage comic panel we see the rubber hose used to spank and torment Eric Stanton’s hapless heroine Blunder Broad:

The caption (click the image for the un-cropped version) reads:

“Leopard Lady takes her turn, using the same length of rubber hose to cut up into the tensely firm, full cheeks of Blundie’s lavishly molded rump. Feeling as if her backside is being roasted alive, the helpless victim can only wail her agony — and take it.”

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In this hi-res gallery from Lupus Spanking, two poshly-uniformed schoolgirls are summoned into a well-furnished office for individual spankings at the hands of a well-dressed young headmaster type fellow. All in all, it must be a fairly high-class institution they are attending!

I think the wise “Owl of Minerva” attending the proceedings in the first photo is a classy touch:

“Young lady, you’re clearly becoming overheated. Remove the remainder of your clothing so we may complete your punishment!

Now she is wondering what he is doing back there…

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Zille Defeu has laboriously scanned and posted a hilarious and highly suspect article from a 1970s fetish contact magazine claiming to document spanking parties of the era. It reads like the bad fiction it probably is, but it’s enormously entertaining:

We all met in each other’s houses for coffee and drinks, and it was soon established that we all had been initiated into our sorority at college with a ceremony which included a paddling.

We decided to form a coffee club, and it was agreed that membership should be restricted to those willing to accept a spanking as part of the initiation. A small committee was formed. They issued invitations to all those who, would not only be co-operative, but had-suitable figures as well.

The invitations stated that jeans would be worn, but no underpants. The person’s own paddle had to be brought to the ceremony. The first meeting was held at my house, and in readiness I had cleared all the furniture to one side in the’ lounge.

It was agreed that, to get things moving, the members of the small elected committee would initiate themselves, and then they would initiate all the others. Each member of the committee in turn then bent over than grasped her ankles, while the paddle rose and fell across the tightly stretched jeans some five times.

This over, the rest of the party were lined up facing the wall and told to bend over and grasp their ankles as they had seen the committee members do, and were told that in no circumstances were they to move from that position until told to do so, on the pain of being expelled from all future activities of the Club.

It was quite a colourful sight to see the well-shaped bottoms suitably covered in a variety of tight jeans. The committee members then proceeded down the line, administering five swats to each bottom as they passed. Although there were a lot of oo’s and aah’s, and one or two yells of obvious pain, nobody moved. The ceremony over, everyone was told to stand up. Immediately, on all sides, the girls were rubbing their bottoms hard.

One girl rushed out, saying she was going to cool off in the shower. She was soon stripped off and cooling her fiery red bottom. This was the signal for everyone else to follow suit, and soon there was a queue of naked women at the two shower rooms. Their bottoms presented an array of colour from pink to deep crimson. When all had cooled the fire in their bottoms, we sat around in the lounge and had coffee and discussed the modus operandi for the future.

We all agreed that the ceremony had brought back memories, but also agreed that since our college days our bottoms had become soft, except for those of us whose husbands spanked them regularly. It was decided that at each coffee date a spanking session would take place.

There’s more, oh so much more. Thanks, Zille!

I can’t resist, here are a couple of more bondage photos of Savannah West from inside the cheating schoolgirl photoshoot I’ve previously sampled for you here and here. She’s looking a little bit red and sore in these pictures:

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