Cindy’s Spanking Story (20 - 21): Cindy is spanked and caned by her new boss (Cindy's Spanking Story (18 to 40))

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The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger?

It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers.Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.” I began a half-hearted attempt at straightening things up, but I couldn’t get into it, and I ended up sitting mindlessly on the couch in front of the TV for most of the rest of the afternoon. There wasn’t anything interesting on, but it didn’t really matter. Oh God," moaned Stacy. She argued as much as she dared, which wasn’t much, for she could see her parents were furious at her behavior and she couldn’t really disagree. She did deserve spanking, but did it have to be in front of her boy cousins?

So Stacy decided to forge her parents’ signature on the note. She practiced in between writing her essay and by Sunday she could mimic both their handwriting styles and signed the paper. The next day she handed in her essay and the parental notification form, which were both accepted. Stacy had escaped free and clear! A mother insists she try corporal punishment before enrolling her kids in a strict private school. (5,500 words.)She shoved her blue and white striped cotton panties to join her jeans, comfortable under his command. Her irrationality had made it difficult for him to trust she'd accept her discipline. His cruel dice game had taught her an effective lesson. Count the swats out loud, young man – and don’t lose count, or we start over!” It occurred to me at that point that I had no idea how many swats I was going to get. No number had been mentioned that I could recall. Val didn’t waste any time. The paddle was tapped briefly against my bum, and I held my breath and stared at the wall in front of me.