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Or was she thinking about all of this--and about how all these feelings, sensations, and experiences would drive her to a wild lovemaking session to follow.

The interplay of all the psychology and physiology seemed rather complicated. However, whatever visions and fantasies might be consuming Laurie's mind, I had absolutely no doubt about the visions and fantasies currently consuming more and more my mind.

The syllabus had said that class would start at As the the hour drew near, the intensity of the sexual tension between us was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Our demeanor no longer left any doubt of this. We were both tingling with anticipation for the roles we were about to play. At around , Laurie called me into our spare room, which ordinarily served many purposes in our household.

Tonight it was to be a classroom. Laurie had moved what furniture there was to one side and had set up the card table as the teacher's desk.

One of our dining room chairs had been placed behind it. A number of years ago, we had bought an old school desk. Laurie normally used it for talking on the telephone.

Now it was facing the teacher's desk. There was also a fair amount of empty space on the floor. I smiled as Laurie waved her hand around the room and said, "Our classroom.

She was nervous. Then I'm going to go out the back door and come in the front. You need to see me in my coat on my way to class.

With that, she gently touched my face with her hand and quickly darted off to our bedroom and closed the door. It was when she came through the front door with some books in her hand.

The vision that stood before me took my breath away. Why had I not realized what she would look like? But that was fortunate, really, because the surprise aspect added to the sexual appeal of her image.

Laurie's skirt, of course, would be far too short to extend beyond the jacket she was wearing. However, since the coat itself was well above her knees, it created the illusion that beneath it she was wearing nothing at all!

Laurie walked into the living room, went to the far end, put her books down, and began to slowly unzip her jacket, looking cautiously back in my direction.

I could see that her hand was shaking a little. This would be one of the high points for both of us during our play: I would see Laurie in her schoolgirl outfit for the first time.

At last, she pulled off her jacket and picked up her books in that piculiar way girls carry school books. The effect was more erotic than I had ever imagined.

The combination of feigned innocence with ultra-feminine sexuality was seductive beyond description.

The skirt was a red plaid design that ended in pleats. It had a wide black waistband that was worn well below the waist. In overall length, it could not have been longer than a foot, with the hem only inches below her hips.

From the top of her white knee socks to the hem of her short skirt was a long stretch of very shapely and very bare legs. Laurie's top was a matching red plaid cami.

It was cropped well above the waist, creating several inches of bare midriff between the top and her skirt. It was held together by a set of hooks and eyes down the front.

The low-cut, rectangular neckline exposed a hint of cleavage. However, the hooks and eyes did not quite bring the cami completely together.

A small gap was present all the way down the front. Through it, I could easily see that Laurie was wearing a white bra. The plaid top did have sleeves, but very short, ending just below the shoulder.

They did not appear to have shoulder pads but were still a bit puffy. Its shape and tightness sensually cradled her breasts, pushing them up and accentuating them provocatively.

Laurie had also changed the way she was wearing her hair. She had short hair, but she had combed her bangs and the hair around her ears differently.

Her ears were visible, and a lock of longish hair came down in front of them, side-burn style. The overall effect definitely added to her young schoolgirl image.

Laurie looked not only very sexy but very pretty. What man would not be in ecstasy seeing his wife dressed in this outfit! For a few moments I was left speechless.

Laurie was watching me intently for my reaction, and I was sure I detected a powerful excitement deep in her eyes.

However, she was already in her role, so she could not acknowledge my awe of her femininity with one of her sweet, warm smiles. Now I had to gather up my wits, because I too had a role to play, and with all my heart, I wanted to give Laurie the most erotic experience of her life.

It would be well to remember that, young lady. Now go in the classroom; I'll be there presently. Laurie turned away and sauntered provocatively into the room.

I watched her as she walked away from me with a exaggerated sway to her hips. It made the hem of her short skirt bob up and down precariously.

Hmmm, flaunting sex--very naughty! I waited until she was in the room and out of sight. In fact, I gave her a few additional minutes.

But when I entered our classroom, I thought a lightening bolt had struck me. Instead of sitting in the desk, I found her sitting on the floor.

And the seductive vision that was presented to me held me absolutely spellbound for a few seconds. Her eyes innocently turned up to me as I stood in the doorway.

Laurie was against one of the walls with her knees drawn up and her arms nonchalantly wrapped around them.

The entire undersides of her thighs were exposed. The view this position gave of her panties was intoxicating--the panty bottoms coming upward from the floor and forming a delicate white triangle as they disappeared between her legs.

My mouth was going dry. Then it hit me: her panties were white--pure, solid, innocent white. Earlier in the evening, she had purposely drawn attention to black panties, a color generally considered very sexy, making me think I had figured out something about her schoolgirl outfit.

What a devious mind she has! I assumed a scolding tone: "Laurie, please take your proper seat. That is not a very lady-like position, and we also have a class to start!

This time she did give a little schoolgirl-type giggle. As she got up, she spread her legs just a bit for balance, exposing a quick flash of the entire between-the-legs view of her panties.

I had to be strong, but I wondered how much more I could take. Seeing views like this are enticing enough when we are in the midst of foreplay in bed.

However, seeing such flashes when Laurie is clothed, when one is not really supposed to see such things, is far more erotic.

I seriously wondered whether I would have the self-control to wait. I wanted to grab her right now and carry her into the bedroom.

But I knew I must wait. What Laurie was doing now was mostly for my benefit. What was yet to come would be of enormous benefit for both of us.

That law gives us the relationship between force and acceleration. Laurie was leaning forward with her elbow on the desk and her chin resting on her hand.

She was again watching me with that dreamy look in her eyes. Or was it a spacey look? She had also crossed her legs.

She had done nothing overt, but in a skirt that short, she could not help exposing a little white as she was sitting there. You are not taking any notes.

You look like your mind is somewhere off in the netherworld and definitely NOT on physics. Laurie assumed an expression of sweet innocence.

You need to be punished for your attitude and for not working up to your potential in this course. Now Laurie seemed to be positively alarmed.

Give me another chance. I promise I'll do better. I am now forced to administer a spanking. It's for your own good.

The color drained from Laurie's face, and now there was panic in her voice. I'll work a lot harder. Give me another chance Now up with you. Go over and stand in that corner.

You are to stand there until I call for you. While you are there, you are to think about the spanking you are going to receive.

I also want you to think about why you must be spanked. When I ask, you are to tell me exactly why you deserve this spanking.

Laurie stood up and kept watching me for a few seconds. I almost think her bottom lip trembled just a bit, and I wondered if she was about to cry.

Finally, she turned and walked over to the corner. No sway in her hips this time. I watched her briefly then turned and left the room.

But I did not go far and was able to keep an eye on her from the door. She stood there facing away from me and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

A couple times, she put both hands behind her, smoothing down her skirt. She let her hands linger on her bottom.

A nervous gesture? A protective gesture? A gesture of modesty, knowing that her bottom would soon be exposed and spanked? While clad in her scanty schoolgirl outfit, this time to think about what was going to happen to her--getting spanked, being placed over my knee, the loss of control, the exposure--all these thoughts and feelings are an important psychological component for Laurie to make her fantasy real.

I waited a full five minutes. As the uncertain time lingered on for Laurie, she was fidgeting with her skirt more and more. Walking back into the room, I made the following rather formal announcement: "Laurie, please follow me to my office.

I took her hand in mine and led her into the living room where I had placed a dining room chair in the middle of the room.

We walked hand-in-hand as lovers, and Laurie was gripping my hand tightly. She walked with her head down. For Laurie, this physical contact would be an important prelude to her spanking.

But it also had an effect on me. I still tingle when I hold her hand and touch her skin. But I was tingling even more now. Not only was I touching her, I was thinking about what was coming next, and my heart was starting to beat faster and faster.

I told what I would be asking you. Now walk over to that chair, bend over, and hold the chair with both hands. Do not remove your hands from the chair while I administer your spanking or I shall have to give you a longer spanking.

Laurie's face betrayed a mass of emotions as she walked over to the chair. When she leaned over with her hands on the chair seat, her short schoolgirl skirt was not quite long enough to fully cover her panties.

Again, my heart started racing. I walked over and stood beside her. Her white panties were cotton, but with a hint of spandex to hug her shapely and inviting derriere.

They were full cut but hipsters. I had never seen them before; she had bought them just for this occasion.

She needed this style to create a bare midriff with her schoolgirl outfit. This whole scene was very erotic for me.

My passions were running wild, my mouth was dry, my heart was beating a mile and minute, but it was time to start. I raised my hand and swung it down swiftly, scoring a perfect hit and creating that unmistakable pop of a well-placed slap on a smooth, convex surface.

Laurie could not see it coming and arched her back just slightly in surprise, but she did not let go of the chair. My hand could feel the jiggle of her exposed bottom.

I spanked her a few more times, mesmerized by the wiggle and the jiggle and by the way Laurie was rhythmically swinging her bottom in response to the spanks and primly pumping her legs up and down on the balls of her feet.

But then I stopped. Your misbehavior has been blatant, more than just neglecting your studies. You need an over-the-knee spanking.

Laurie stood upright and turned to look at me. She seemed mortified. Ryan, please, not that Perhaps after that curvaceous bottom of yours is soundly spanked, it will not sway so provocatively as you walk.

Perhaps also your skirts will not be quite so short and Yes, I must administer your spanking over my knee.

It is for your own good. Now you think about that, young lady. Wait here for me. Look at that chair and seriously ponder what is going to happen to you in it when I return.

Do not sit down. I left the living room, went into our bedroom, and came back with a pillow. I felt somewhat pleased with myself.

I guess Laurie is not the only one capable of misdirection. Sitting down on the chair, I placed the pillow across my lap. This would make it more comfortable for Laurie, raise her bottom up a bit higher, and give her the ability to squirm more easily.

She was standing in front of me, again with trembling lip and her hands smoothing down her skirt in back. It was also time to increase the erotic nature of my dialog and actions This would be an important factor in maximizing the sexual tension in her fantasy.

As Laurie stood there in that sexy schoolgirl outfit, I took special and deliberate care to give her entire body an appreciative, male scan from her head to toe.

Then I nodded my head with evident satisfaction. Pulling up his shorts obviously was uncomfortable for him, and I could see he would have loved to rub his burning backside right now.

But, of course, that was not to be. Instead, he had to stand facing the wall, his hands not on his bottom but folded on his back.

So this it was. Half of the culprits had been dealt with. Old Fliegner caught Jenny with her skirt too short! Patricia Miller was eager to spread the news.

From what I hear, Caro Fletcher from 12A just got a whacking for that last friday. Like Jenny got. But, of course, Jennys punishment had been a much-discussed topic during the last days.

The punishments given by the headmistress were always of special interest for all the pupils at Wilhelmsen Institute.

And especially so when someone from ones own year got it. Miss von Platen-Wilhelms had earned a reputation as a stern disciplinarian. Suki Watanabe was just passing by.

But yes, I saw her shortening her skirt up this morning. Everyone knows that! Katrin stopped that discussion short. It was a question to which the girls found many answers.

Patricia insisted that it would be a severe caning, while Katrin thought that Jenny might just be expelled and sent home.

Anne suggested it might be both, while Suki silently wondered if her lucky streak would continue. She was no angel, but had avoided being caught so far.

The chattering went on for a few minutes, when suddenly Kristina Larsson called from inside the study room:.

Anyway, the one girl who was the most curious was with no doubt Jenny Woods. In less than 24 hours, she would have to walk over the headmistresses doorstep, for the second time in 7 days.

And what would happen there, no one knew for sure…. Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside.

One pupil from year Two pupils from year And two seniors from year Even if she did not know it yet this earned those two the honour of being put to the end of the line.

Wilhelmsen International Institute had a strict non-smoking policy, the girls were in for exemplary and severe punishment. Putting my cup away, I pressed the button on the intercom.

Oh, and remember that Woods and Fletcher will be last, and come in together. This made Lisa Müller next, a 16 year old girl who had been sent here for tardiness and missing homework.

She had been in my office before and certainly knew what to expect. She walked in slowly, her head lowered.

Her uniform looked neat. What do you have to say for yourself? She did so. I could see the hand was reddened and a little swollen.

Lift up your skirt and bend over the desk. I am going to give you 8 strokes with the cane. I watched her as she obediently grabbed her skirt and pulled it up above her waist.

She then laid her chest over my desk and grabbed the far side with her hands. I picked up the junior cane and moved into position.

Lisa Müller tried to take her beating with dignity. She stoically refused to make any sound after the first 4 strokes, which I placed over her knicker-clad bottom in one-centimetre intervals.

Number 5 made her gasp sharply as it hit one more centimetre lower, almost there where bottom meets thigh. She knew from experience how I caned, where the next strokes would land.

Tears came with those next two strokes, which made neat double-impacts on her thighs. The last stroke had her digging her fingers in my desk, to prevent herself from jumping up and earning extra.

It was made to be remembered though, as it crossed her bottom diagonally, intersecting with the rest of my handywork.

Michelle Smith came from the same class as Lisa Müller. It was her first visit here, but she had been punished in class on several occaissions.

I hope your uniform is correct today! I stood up and walked around her, watching her closely. However, wearing correct and full uniform is a very important part of school life, so I cannot let you off too easily.

And then, of course, there is the second point on your report. Fliegner about it? I know you probably are sorry, but you will be a lot more sorry when I am done with you.

Wearing non-regulation items is a offence that alone merits punishment, but arguing with a teacher when ordered to change into correct uniform is something I take very seriously.

Fliegner and those two extra strokes you earned just a moment ago. At first, she tried to take her caning bravely. But after the second stroke she began sobbing.

Then, her legs started coming up after each stroke. I told her to stop fidgeting, but after the 6th stroke, she jumped up and rubbed her bottom. Or you will get another two extra, and I will have you held down for the rest of your punishment!

Is that clear? She fought with herself for a moment and then bent back over. She was a well-chastened girl when she was finally told to stand up.

Tears were running across her cheeks as she carefully straightened her skirt. Her blonde hair was in disarray, and I could hear her sob as she put her nose to the wall like the other pupils.

Next came Peter Williams from 12A. It is a rare occaission that seniors have to report for corporal punishment, but it did happen from time to time.

His infractions were those the most common for pupils his age: Misconduct and Insolence. Translated, that meant acting up in class to impress his classmates and backtalk.

Normally, those offences were dealt with best by the class teachers. Having to hold out your hand for the ruler in front of those you tried to impress often did a fine job.

This case was different, for Peter Williams was a repeat offender. And his last prank had involved him showing of his naked behind out of a classroom window.

As a senior, he wore long trousers along his shirt and blazer. The uniform, at least, was immaculate, the school tie almost bound to perfection.

In a way, he looked more like a young man, not like a schoolboy. But he was a schoolboy, and he would find out what that meant soon enough. And, befitting your crime, i think it is appropriate to cane you not on your underpants, but on that bare part of your anatomy which you felt you had to show at the window.

So, step out of your trousers and bend over. You should know how it i s done from your visits back when you were a junior. It always looked a little strange if a boy as old as Peter Williams prepared for punishment.

Physically, he really was more man than boy. However, bent over my desk in underpants and argyle socks, he did not anymore look very manly.

I slid my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to his thighs. Bare bottom punishments were allowed by school regulations, of course, but I seldom used them.

I felt that a pair of knickers or underpants did not offer much protection from a cane or slipper, but it allowed the pupil to keep a certain modesty.

In case of Williams, I decided for a bare bottom caning just because he had already lost that modesty when he showed his behind to the world.

I took the senior cane out of the cupboard and whipped it throught the air. Despite its size and thickness, it was still flexible like hell.

And it stung like that, too. Peter Williams could be sure to enjoy his cane-marks for the next weeks. And he tried to take them like a man. I had promised him eight of the best, I delivered them.

Full swing, with that little flick of the wrist right before impact. After the eight stroke, he was clearly in grave discomfort, you could hear he was only barely holding back tears.

I want you to serve as an example for the others. Learn from what you see! The 6 pupils took a good look at what was now a very well-caned bottom. And it felt even more painful than it looked.

I watched him getting his trousers on again. Surely he would try to tell his friends how bravely he took his beating.

But he would have to admit then that he had to show his arse in a very undignified manner to 6 pupils from the lower years….

It was time to attend to the last two offenders today. The two girls who were caught smoking. I placed the senior cane on my desk, right beside the junior cane.

The two girls entered my office. Jenny Woods was 15, Caroline Fletcher was She was from the same class that Peter Williams came from.

The two girls stood before me in their school uniforms. Jennys looked neat. So did Carolines, for one grave exception. The normal school skirt for senior girls was longer, reaching down well below the knees.

They were allowed to opt for the shorter skirts the juniors wore, which reached the ground when they kneeled.

The one Caroline wore looked shorter, which was easily to bee seen as she stood beside Jenny Woods, whose skirt was regulation length.

You both know why you are here. Let me tell you I am disgusted! Smoking is one of the worst habits there is, and neither the school rules nor I myself have any tolerance for it.

They both flushed a little. Jenny Woods eyes went wide as she saw the two canes resting on my desk. Jenny Woods had once been slippered by me when she was in year 6.

Now, however, she realized she was in for a more severe punishment. But there was that other matter to attend first.

Both uniforms looked well. Jenny Woods had one of her argyles pulled up a little lower than the other. I told her so and she bend to correct it.

Fletcher had the uppermost button of her blouse loosened. She also quickly corrected that. Then I came to the point of my interest.

As they complied, I could easily see that Caroline Fletchers Skirt was non-regulation. Colour and general style matched, but it ended a few centimetres above the floor.

Jenny Woods skirt touched the ground as it should be. Was she lying in my face, despite the fact that clearly her skirt was too short.

Or had she… Even if Fletcher might not believe, her headmistress was a schoolgirl once, and she knew the tricks. Stand up and bend over! Woods, you may stand up as well!

As Fletcher bend over my desk, I lifted her skirt up. At least, the girl had been smart enough to wear a pair of regulation knickers. I took my slipper and walked around the girl.

I took aim, laying the plimsoll on the girls knicker-clad bottom. And then brought it down for four forceful whacks, two across each cheek.

Each stroke was followed by a very girlish sigh, almost silent after the first, well audible after the last stroke.

As she did so, she straightened her skirt and brought it down to regulation lenght. I had both girls stand in front of my desk while I delivered them a good talking to about the evils of smoking.

Woods looked frightened, while Fletcher still tried to look innocent. It was a technique she had probably perfected over the years. With her pouty lips, blue eyes and long blonde hair she looked angelic, and it had probably helped her out of some situations in which she may have deserved punishment.

I knew form a talk with her mother that her father often was persuaded not to punish his daughter just by those innocent looks she threw at him.

Well, it would not work with me. Lift up your skirt and get over my desk again. Six with the junior cane, and two with the senior. Lift your skirt and assume the position, there, at the side of your fellow smoker!

The two girls were now bent over my desk, side by side. I gave Jenny Woods her six strokes with the junior cane first.

She was crying after the third. Then Fletcher got her thrashing. Her attitude was beaten out of her apparently after the first stroke. After that, she just held on to the desk and let her tears flow.

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A reader, anonymous , writes 26 March : i always liked looking up skirts. As young girls at school we used to tease the boys. We would sit showing too much leg and, our knickers.

In the school yard we did handstands and our skirts went all the way up then there was the procedure of pulling them down again which was exaggerated and provocative.

Most of the girls wore navy blue knickers but mine were always white. We girls used to pull up eachothers skirts too when boys were watching. I still flash even today when the opportunity arises.

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