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Here’s another story in the ever-popular caned schoolgirls genre:

Susan could close her eyes, but not her ears. Debbie’s whole body had shuddered at the impact of that first stroke, but she had remained in position, grunting as the intense stinging pain bit home. But after the third stroke Debbie gave vent to an earsplitting yell of pain “Arghh . . . Yeeowww!!” Shocked, Sue opened her eyes again and looked to see what was going on. Debbie’s feet were beating a tattoo on the floor as she bent over the stool and she could see some light brown curls peeping through the gap in her thighs.

Debbie could no longer keep still. After the fourth whack, delivered with unrelenting force to her gyrating behind, she yelled again and half rose and turned towards the deputy headmaster. Sue could see that she had started to cry. She felt sick at the thought that it would be her turn soon. Mr Fowler caught hold of the tall fourth-former, bent her over again and forced her back into position.

…

After that Debbie stayed in position for the last two strokes but she yelled loudly at each and drummed her feet in pain. She was no longer trying to keep her legs together as she had at first and from her frantic squirmings and wrigglings and her anguished yelps it was obvious to Sue just how much of an effort it was taking her to stay in place. After the sixth stroke the deputy told Debbie to get up.

She straightened and her hands went immediately to her wealed backside. The sobbing teenager danced around the office in agony, not even thinking about covering herself up. Mr Fowler allowed her a few seconds to recover and then told her to pull up her panties and put her skirt back on again.

Debbie had been slow about lowering her panties but she took even longer to pull them up again. Ugly raised weals covered the whole surface of her bottom and she gasped and squealed as she painfully pulled the tight navy blue panties into place. Sue was absolutely petrified. Her friend was so tall, so tough. And yet a mere six blows from that supple wand had sufficed to reduce her to tearful humiliation.

The deputy ordered Debbie to go and stand by the wall and turned his attention to the second of the two girls. “All right, Susan. Skirt off and over the stool!”

From A Sister’s Revenge by Mike From London.

See Also:

• Two Spanked Girls
• Punished In The Girl's Bathroom
• Lesbian High School Hell
• Schoolgirl In Tears
• A School Girl Caning

Another enigma from Japan. This looks like some sort of manga penis caning.

I say again, ouch.

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• Femdom Spanking Art
• Dominant Young Women Give Spanking
• Haw, Mule!
• FemDom Bondage Whipping

Teen spanking frolics, automotive:

Once, while we were parked outside my house, past three in the morning,
making out and feeling each other’s extremities, I told David that I
wanted him to take off his belt. He didn’t understand, he said, since
his pants were pulled down far enough for me to do what I needed to do
to get him off. But I explained that I actually wanted him to take the
belt off his pants, to pull them through the loops and when he did as I
told him I asked him to start spanking me at which point I turned over
in the seat, pulled down my pants, and brought up my teenage rump for
his eyes only. There was a pause as I’m sure he didn’t know what the
hell I was doing or why I was doing it but finally he started playfully
spanking me with his black leather belt and I was getting wet, more wet
than I had ever been. After a little more spank-fun, I turned back
around and asked him to wrap the belt around my neck, that I liked the
feel of the belt and just wanted to pretend that he was putting a leash
on me. Of course, there was no way this was going to work because the
belt-holes were sized for a boy’s waist, not like a dog collar sized for
a dog’s neck, but he satiated me and I had my finger running along the
edges of my clit-region so that soon I was really cumming with a boy for
the first time in my life.

From Lori Gluck’s “Masturbation, Education and the Billary Complex“.

Here’s an article about a quaint Czech custom:

They are upholding one of Europe’s more bizarre — and controversial — traditions: the Easter beating of women. It’s an old fertility rite that dates back to the Middle Ages; the only thing is that, in the Czech Republic, it’s not confined to the history books. It is a ritual still assiduously practised by Czechs today. On the morning of Easter Monday, men and boys whip women of all ages, around the legs with special whips made out of twisted willow branches. The women reward the men for this with a painted Easter egg. The symbolism is pretty clear: the whipping, say Czechs, ensures the woman stays fertile and beautiful. No woman escapes: women of all ages get a whipping, from children to grandmothers. In fact, it’s considered rude to leave one of the women in a gathering out, even if she’s 70 years old. The whipping is supposed to be symbolic, more a gentle tap.

Thanks to Daze for the link.

Hmm, is it playtime already?

“Girl, I think your towel is slipping….”

This is what comes of spilling port on the bishop:

His Lordship walked around her, smelling her fear. “Now, my girl, you are going to be flogged. Once you have been beaten, you will then leave this room, and nothing will be said again of your disgraceful behaviour this evening. Now I fully expect that the thrashing will cause you a great deal of pain, but I must ask you to take it in silence: if you scream out, I shall simply thrash you harder and for longer. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir”.

He stopped at the table, and picked up a long, thin riding whip. The crop was about three feet long, covered in premium brown leather, and he bent it slowly in two to illustrate how whippy it would be.

“Bend over the edge of the snooker table, girl; go on, legs against it, and lean forward. And keep those hands behind your head. Tighter, much tighter.” Jo stretched herself forward, as she did so rising up almost onto tiptoe, thrusting her naked backside further into the air.

Satisfied, his Grace took three steps back. He raised his arm high above his shoulder, and danced forward, bringing the whip crashing through the air and down across Jo’s behind. It landed straight across the centre of her buttocks with a crack that sounded like gunfire; she cried out, despite her best intentions. The weal stretched across, two thin red tramlines lining a darker ridge, that hardened rapidly.

From “Made to Take Her Punishment by Abel Jenkins.

See Also:

• Caned Maid
• Spurious Flagellation History
• Punishing The Housemaids
• Caning The House Guest
• The Prime Minister Spanks His Servants

Ok, ok, so I’m not entirely clear on what’s going on here. Room full of naked schoolgirls (ok, not totally nude, they have shoes and socks on), one poor girl cowering out front on the piano stool while everyone else watches, woman in natty white lab coat on a commanding chair examining or making notes on a clipboard. Is this Spanking Saturday, or just ritual humiliation in the form of group medical examinations?

Trust those wacky Japanese!