The Mistress The Strap and the Spanking

The Mistress The Strap and the Spanking

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Eleven young women devise a plan to skip their final class and begin their weekend early. The women are quickly apprehended and brought to swift accountability for their choice.

Summary

Eleven young women devise a plan to skip their final class and begin their weekend early. The women are quickly apprehended and brought to swift accountability for their choice.

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Submitted: February 20, 2015

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The mistress, the strap, and the spanking

 


At the St. Ellis school for girls, nothing was more feared than Mistress Amanda carrington. Of English birth, she was without a doubt, an expert at spanking a bottom. 13 years as a young governess had made her tough and strong even though she was only 5'7 and weighed 101 lbs. no one at St. Ellis wanted to make her angry.
 All the girls at the school knew that in this school, no bottom was safe from the strap. Some girls even got it more than once a day. With 8 different teachers, that could mean 8 different strappings. Every teacher was strict but fair. And it's the fair, that I tell you about today.
 It was Friday and all the girls wanted to get out of class. After some conversation, they decided to skip the last class and start an early weekend. Little did they know however, Miss Carrington was that last class. It was actually common knowledge but excitement overwhelmed them and they didn't think on it.
 Miss Carrington couldn't believe half the seats in her class were empty. After a roll call, she discovered who was missing. 11 girls were not in class as they should be. Miss Carrington immediately called the senior perfect and instructed her to inform the dean some girls were missing.
 Angie Tabor crashed through the deans office, out of breath. The secretary was already reaching for her strap when the girl blurted out that 11 girls were missing from Miss Carrington's class. The secretary say how upset she was and needed to calm her down. That's no excuse for coming in here like a tornado, young lady. If it happens again, I will strap you bottom raw! Do you here me? Yes ma'am , retuned the frightened girl. The secretary picked up the phone and called the dean.
 Two hours later, 11 girls stood in line of the girls locker room, waiting for Miss Caarington to seal their fates. It wasn't long and all too soon she was there. It wasn't Miss Carrington so much as what she held it her hand. It was her heavy tawse. The handle itself was big enough for two hands and the spilt leather was even longer. Only one of the girls there knew what it felt like and she was already openly crying her eyes out.
 So, began Miss Carrington, you thought it was a good idea to skip MY class, did you? Well, each of you will regret it , I promise. Now strip off your clothes and face the wall. Each girl did as she was told until 11 bare bottoms stood side by side. Now, place the palm of your hands on your bottoms. Every girls in this live will receive 40 licks with my strap. I will give toy ten at a time. The strapping will continue until every girl has had her 40. When I touch your hands, you will remove them for your strapping and when I'm done you will put them back.
 She began with the first girl, touching her hands and delivering her brand of justice. The taste cracked down and the girl howled in pain as she got her first set. Then it was the next girls turn. More cracking, more screaming then on to the next. Mandie Parsons was new to the school and was most terrified. When the girl next to her was done and the teacher touched her hands, she froze. Suddenly the teacher had moved on. Something was wrong. Why did she not get spanked? You're in deep shit now, hissed the girl next to her. Why, she asked? Because you little shit, we all get extra licks. You heard her, it doesn't stop until ALL of us get 40 licks. Don't worry though, new girl, we'll be sure to give them back to you later. All the girls were crying by now and Miss Carrington was making her second pass.
 This time when she got to me I moved my hands. Suddenly there was a crack, and my bottom was on fire. I screamed asthesecond lick nearly lifted me off the floor. I couldn't believe how much it hurt. Miss Carrington was coming up with her swings catching the bottom of each butt lifting it as it was struck. I was crying so hard, I didn't notice the spanking had stopped and Miss Carrington had moved on to the next one. I never wanted to see that strap again, but it was only the beginning.
 Another girl missed her turn so all of us got extras for that one too. On and on it went. Lick after agonizing lick. Until we all had 60. However, the nightmare was only getting started. Ok ladies, began Miss Carrington, I'm sure each of you will not be skipping class any time soon, however I think I'll leave this strap here for now. Besides, some of you girls caused the others extra licks. I'm sure they'll be wanting to give those back to you. As soon as Miss Carrington was gone, one of the senior perfects picked up the strap and dragged myself and the other girl out. They made me watch as they laid her on the bench, one straddling her legs and another her upper back. The rest of the girls lined up. Each took a turn, giving the ten licks back, 90 licks in all. Her bottom was a mass of welts and bruises as she laid there sobbing her heart out.
 Then it was my turn. I kicked and screamed trying to get away from them but it was not to be. Before long they had me pinned down and I promised anything not to be strapped on my already sore bottom. The answer was a crack followed by my scream. I fought to get free but I couldn't avoid the strap and these girls were laying them on hard and firm. Over and over, each girl took a turn with the last two spanking my thighs which was a thousand times worse. When it was over I was still crying uncontrollably. I had never experienced anything so painful in all my life.
 As if on cue, Miss Carrington walked in, picked up her strap, and without a word, walked out, leaving the girls to their pain. Amanda Carrington smiled to herself. Wow, she thought, I should do that more often.

THE END


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