CitizenCane
09-15-2006, 11:54 AM
Hello Everyone.
I am in the very happy circumstance that my wife, Meg and I both share a passion for schoolgirl/teacher spanking scenarios. Margaret will often greet me at the door wearing a short kilt and knee-high stockings. These might be offset by Brogues and a crisp white blouse. Her hair is cinched into a ponytail. She will be fidgety, guilt-ridden ,shy. She does not look me in the eye but rather scurries about the place, tidying, straightening; adjusting objects that do not need to be tidied or straightened. I will sit placidly at the kitchen table and watch calmly as she bends and stretches, placing items in the cupboards or settling them on shelves. She will be chattering mindlessly, rapidly, vacantly.The stretching and bending affords me spectacular glimpses of Meg's tightly curved bottom. If she bends deeply enough I may even see the tiny panty covered pouch - her cunt,peeking from between her thighs. Her splendid breasts heave in obvious agitation.
My eyes, bore into her and I wait. I know she can't keep this up much longer. Eventually she runs over to me bursting into tears.
"Oh, Mr. Sturgis I am so sorry." She drops to her knees and looks up imploringly. Meg's red hair frames her penitent face and her amber eyes well up with tears.
"Well, Miss Walsh this is becoming quite a regular thing." I take her chin between my thumb and finger and force her to look up at me. "Please don't tell me that it is your essay again. That would be unbearable. Tell me that you have it completed, typed and stacked on my desk with the others. I have warned you of the consequences if this is not so. Have I not?"
"Yes, sir but please, allow me to explain." She is full of remorse now and hugs my leg. Her tears are real but they are of no avail.
"No explanations Miss Walsh. Bring me my ruler and position yourself. You knew the consequences when you chose to ignore the deadline." Sobbing, she crosses the room and fetches my ruler from the drawer. With head held down she holds out the ruler which I take from her hand. Then I pat myself on my lap. "Well, Miss Walsh... no dilly-dallying let's go."
She settles on my lap her hands and feet on the floor. She is arched: such that her sculptured ass stretches the flimsy panties deliciously. I flip the tiny kilt over her back. I begin to stroke and caress that sumptuous bottom.
"I cannot believe that you are tardy once more with an assignment, Miss Walsh. Things will not go easy for you young lady." My hands wander over her cool, quivering inner thighs. My forearm glances over her already moist cunt as I do so. She whimpers as I peel down her taught panties. They stick to her inner thighs teasingly as I pull them down.
Her outer thigh is pressed against my raging cock and I pump it against her. "How many times must I tell you Miss Walsh? Tell me." My hand begins exploring her vulnerable ass. Then, CRACK! I bring down the ruler fast and hard on her exposed bottom. She cries out and the red welt begins to show immediately...
That is what we are into. I hope to share with like-minded people.
CC
I am in the very happy circumstance that my wife, Meg and I both share a passion for schoolgirl/teacher spanking scenarios. Margaret will often greet me at the door wearing a short kilt and knee-high stockings. These might be offset by Brogues and a crisp white blouse. Her hair is cinched into a ponytail. She will be fidgety, guilt-ridden ,shy. She does not look me in the eye but rather scurries about the place, tidying, straightening; adjusting objects that do not need to be tidied or straightened. I will sit placidly at the kitchen table and watch calmly as she bends and stretches, placing items in the cupboards or settling them on shelves. She will be chattering mindlessly, rapidly, vacantly.The stretching and bending affords me spectacular glimpses of Meg's tightly curved bottom. If she bends deeply enough I may even see the tiny panty covered pouch - her cunt,peeking from between her thighs. Her splendid breasts heave in obvious agitation.
My eyes, bore into her and I wait. I know she can't keep this up much longer. Eventually she runs over to me bursting into tears.
"Oh, Mr. Sturgis I am so sorry." She drops to her knees and looks up imploringly. Meg's red hair frames her penitent face and her amber eyes well up with tears.
"Well, Miss Walsh this is becoming quite a regular thing." I take her chin between my thumb and finger and force her to look up at me. "Please don't tell me that it is your essay again. That would be unbearable. Tell me that you have it completed, typed and stacked on my desk with the others. I have warned you of the consequences if this is not so. Have I not?"
"Yes, sir but please, allow me to explain." She is full of remorse now and hugs my leg. Her tears are real but they are of no avail.
"No explanations Miss Walsh. Bring me my ruler and position yourself. You knew the consequences when you chose to ignore the deadline." Sobbing, she crosses the room and fetches my ruler from the drawer. With head held down she holds out the ruler which I take from her hand. Then I pat myself on my lap. "Well, Miss Walsh... no dilly-dallying let's go."
She settles on my lap her hands and feet on the floor. She is arched: such that her sculptured ass stretches the flimsy panties deliciously. I flip the tiny kilt over her back. I begin to stroke and caress that sumptuous bottom.
"I cannot believe that you are tardy once more with an assignment, Miss Walsh. Things will not go easy for you young lady." My hands wander over her cool, quivering inner thighs. My forearm glances over her already moist cunt as I do so. She whimpers as I peel down her taught panties. They stick to her inner thighs teasingly as I pull them down.
Her outer thigh is pressed against my raging cock and I pump it against her. "How many times must I tell you Miss Walsh? Tell me." My hand begins exploring her vulnerable ass. Then, CRACK! I bring down the ruler fast and hard on her exposed bottom. She cries out and the red welt begins to show immediately...
That is what we are into. I hope to share with like-minded people.
CC