So Friday night was an excellent night indeed.
Sparkle bought tri-tip for dinner and made berry cobbler! Two of my favorites…yum.
Oh, that’s right, you want to hear about the spanking.
Actually, I rather suspect the menu choices did have something to do with the spanking. Call it an attempt to curry favor with the hairbrush wielder. Thankfully, my spanking arm is rarely dissuaded by the mood my belly is in.
After the princess was in bed, we separated for a bit to allow each of us to get into character for the scene. While Sparkle was dressing in her uniform, I was doing the same. Khakis, a blue shirt and striped tie, brown oxfords and a corduroy sports coat. And then waiting for the appointed time.
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Just before 9:00, a knock came at the dean’s office. He opened the door to admit the young miscreant, carefully dressed in her blue plaid skirt, white polo shirt, and knee high socks. He ushered her in, commenting that she was right on time before asking her if she knew why she was here. Eyes downcast, she nodded…and blushed as he made her expand upon the “why”.
He then lectured her about the Principles of Community, about why her behavior was inappropriate. He then stated that a uniform check was in order.
As she knelt, he noted that the hem of her skirt touched the floor as was required. He carefully checked every aspect of her uniform before pronouncing it correct.
As he helped her stand, he asked her if she knew the traditional type of punishment she was about to receive. While her words and shaking head said “no”, the nervous look of her eyes implied she knew better than she cared to admit.
And then he told her.
She was to be taken across his lap, her skirt lifted and her panties lowered. Her bare bottom would be spanked with his hand. Then, she would be stood in the corner with her bottom on display while she thought about her misbehavior. Then, she would return across his lap to feel the sharper sting of an ebony hairbrush on her already sore bottom.
She struggled a bit as he then put her in that position. Protested while her skirt was lifted and her bottom bared. Yelped as the first firm smacks landed on her pale bottom. Squirmed and kicked as the spanks continued to rain down.
She was almost sobbing as he stood her up, guided her to the corner.
He was not pleased with the blunt “No!” she uttered as he tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband. A firm swat to her freshly spanked bottom expressed that displeasure, along with a few stern words.
She was reminded several times not to fidget as she stood in the corner and he worked at his computer. He reminded her that she was to be contemplating her misbehavior.
After a few minutes, he went back to the couch and retrieved the hard ebony brush and told her to come to him. She visibly had to force her legs to carry her to him and to her painful chastisement. She struggled a bit again as his hand clasped her wrist and pulled her back into position, but to no avail.
And then the brush began to fall. Firmly, crisply. Her bottom colored even darker, and her yelps became more plaintive. She promised to behave as her feet kicked and the brush made sure her bottom was no longer pale. He pinned her more tightly when her struggles became more intense. The spanking became more intense as well, until she was made into the very sore, very sorry girl that she needed to be.
He then stood her, told her to get dressed, and promised her that she would not enjoy a repeat visit to his office. Contritely, she nodded and pulled her panties up over her sore bottom. He then told her to return to her room, and reminded her that her RA would be watching her closely for any further lapses in her behavior.
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Of course, while abrupt dismissals work well in schoolgirl fantasies, they’re not a very good form of aftercare. Suffice it to say that Sparkle was well cared for after her scene and went to be a happy, if sore, girl.
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