My name is Lynda Doller and I am thirty years old. Despite being naughty at school, I never got caned or slippered. I am always aroused when I watch spanking scenes and yearn to get caned. To celebrate my big birthday, I enrolled for an afternoon session at an adult role play school, which included real canings.
I am dressed in a schoolgirl outfit with black stockings and high-heeled shoes as I approach the school building. The building is an old warehouse converted for its new role. I enter the reception and ring the bell.
“Yes,” a starchy old lady says.
“Lynda Doller, here for this afternoon’s school,” I reply.
“Go to the first room and take a seat,” she says.
I walk into the room to discover six men there and one other lady. There is only one seat left at the front, so I sit there. Five minutes later, a bell rings and a lady school teacher enters the room.
Everyone stands up, so I do likewise. The teacher wears a tight black dress with black high heels. She sits down before looking at us.
“Sit down,” she proclaims.
Everyone sits down, and the teacher calls the register. She starts teaching maths. I was never good at maths, but this is elementary stuff. She writes on the board, which is a sign for one boy to wolf whistle at her.
“Who did that?” the teachers demands.
“I did, Miss,” the lad replies.
“Out the front. You are going to regret that,” she bellows.
I watch as the lad makes his way to the front and notice a bulge in his trousers as he walks past me.
“Trousers and pants down. Then bend over, facing the board,” the teacher states as she takes a leather belt from her desk.
I am transfixed, just like I used to be at school when the boys got whacked.
The teacher stands alongside him and delivers four hard whacks on his bare bum. I notice how quickly the red marks appear and grin.
“Get dressed and return to your place,” the lady says.
The lad stands up before doing as instructed.
The lesson continues with a steady stream of lads getting punished, but the two ladies have escaped.
“Time for a quick quiz before the break. Anyone who gets a question wrong gets the belt,” the teacher says.
I gulp as I realise this could be my chance.
The teacher asks each lad a straightforward question, which they all get right. Then it is the other girl’s turn.
“Elizabeth. What is twelve times seventy one?” she asks.
“Eight hundred and forty-two, Miss,” Elizabeth replies.
“Wrong. Eight hundred and fifty-two. Stand out the front,” the teacher says.
Elizabeth walks out front, and the teacher orders her to drop her skirt and panties. She slips them off before bending over facing the board. The teacher smiles as she lines up her strap. Three times it cracks onto Elizabeth’s buttocks.
“Get dressed and return to your seat,” the lady says.
Elizabeth rubs her bum before turning towards the class, revealing her bushy mound. The lads grin as she carefully gets dressed before returning to her seat.
“Finally, Lynda. What is the square root of nine hundred and sixty-one?” she asks me.
She has obviously set the girls up with tough questions and I mumble a guess.
“Thirty three, Miss,”
“Wrong. Thirty-one. Out the front,” she replies.
I wander out to the front nervously. I feel the tense trepidation of my first punishment and the embarrassment of showing my bum and pussy to the lads.
“Drop your skirt and panties. Then bend over,” the teacher continues.
Without thinking, I drop my skirt and panties while facing the class, causing the boys to smile. I turn and bend over. My stomach is churning and I feel nauseous as Miss stands alongside me. The strap touches my bum before she lifts it high. It cracks onto my bum so hard it takes my breath away.
Before I am over the shock of the pain, it whacks down again. My knees buckle as the pain burns.
The strap delivers its third painful deliverance on my bum, causing me to groan loudly, causing the lad to laugh.
“Be quiet or you will all get the belt,” the teacher shouts.
I stay in position, unsure if my punishment has finished. To my relief, the bell goes, and the teacher walks away.
“Get dressed. Break time, everyone,” she announces.
I dress, but the rest of the class has already departed. I stagger out to join them.
“First time?” Elizabeth asks.
“Yes,” I reply.
“You’ll get used to it,” she continues.
“I’m not sure,” I mutter.
“Oh! You realise that after the next lesson you will be caned by the Headmistress, don’t you?” Elizabeth queries.
“I was hoping for a caning, but the belt was a shock. I never received a caning at school and was curious to know what it felt like. My friends all masturbated after, so I felt the urge to try it. Sadly, none of my teachers sent me for the cane, so here I am,” I explain.
“Good luck,” she whispers as the bell goes and we return for the second lesson.
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The second lesson is English with another teacher. Everyone, including me, got a dose of the slipper. Boy was that painful after the belting.
At the end of the day, we are lined up outside the Headmistress’s study. Elizabeth is first, but I am last. The Headmistress summons Elizabeth in, and I can just hear faint voices.
Then a strange silence before I hear the swish of a cane. I count the strokes, all twelve of them. After a pause Elizabeth comes out, red eyed and rubbing her bum furiously.
After hearing the cane and seeing Elizabeth, I am now truly terrified. My knees feel weak, my stomach is churning, but I am strangely excited.
Each of the lads goes into the study, and I hear the cane as it swishes onto them. My fear heightens as I near the door. Finally, I am called in.
“Good afternoon, Lynda. Your first time,” the Headmistress says.
“Yes, Miss,” I mumble back.
“I have read your record today. It is not good. Three whacks with the belt, six with slipper. I notice you are not wearing regulation shoes as well. So, you are going to receive six strokes of the cane for your inappropriate behaviour and a further two for improper uniform. However, you failed to sign the caning disclaimer, so you need to sign it now,” she continues.
“What if I don’t?” I mutter.
“You will not get caned. It will be the slipper instead and you can not attend here again,” the Headmistress states.
I pause for thought. I am terrified at the pain, but I yearn for a caning. My sensible head loses out and I sign the form.
“Remove your skirt and knickers. Bend over the desk,” she commands as she flexes the cane.
I am mesmerised as I bend over. The Headmistress touches my bum with the cane and teases it before the cane swishes onto my pert derrière. I am breathless as I feel the burning sensation cross my buttocks.
I yelp as the second stroke burrows deep into my buttocks.
Stroke number three follows, harder and lower, but with the same result. I fidget as my bum is burning.
She lines up the next stroke and it whistles onto my bum perfectly, digging the tip into my furthest cheek. I cry out loudly.
The Headmistress stops for a short while, teasing my pussy with the cane tip. I moan as she strokes it gently.
Just as I am aroused, she delivers strokes five and six swiftly. I yelp loudly as the pain bites.
“Two more,” she says to reassure me before stroke seven swipes my bum diagonally. I cry loudly and tears stream down my face.
The last stroke cracks down hard just where my thighs meet my bum. It is super hard and I jump up and rub my bum.
“That would typically result in two extra strokes, but I will excuse you since it is your first visit,” said the Headmistress.
Without thinking, I blurt out.
“But Miss, I do not want to be dealt leniently just because it is my first visit.”
“Very well. Bend over again,” she replies.
Me and my big mouth. I slowly resume my place and she delivers the first extra stroke diagonally across my existing ones.
“Fuck!” I exclaim as I fidget.
There was a brief pause before the second extra whips down diagonally again, causing me to buck my back as the line erupted across my raised welts.
I am expecting to get up now, but she informs me that I am to receive two more strokes for swearing.
I feel the cane touching low, right onto my thighs before it cracks down hard. I burst into tears and stamp my feet.
The cane lines up even lower now, definitely on my thighs, and I tense. It sweeps down with a loud hiss before cracking on the top of my thighs. I cry out loudly and am tempted to reach back. She surprises me by gently teasing my slit with the tip of her cane again. My pain seems to subside as I feel a warm tingle in my groin. I am dripping as she continues to play with my emotions. The Headmistress is obviously an expert at stimulating ladies with her cane, and I moan loudly. She removes the cane and I feel her fingers slip inside and play with my clit. I am moaning loudly now and her fingers stroke me faster. I shudder to an orgasm and relax. The Headmistress eases her fingers out and walks away.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself and feel the need to come again,” she whispered.
Slowly, I stand up, and she tells me to dress. I try my panties but they are painful, so they go in my bag. I ease my dress over my bum gingerly and stand.
“You took that extremely well for a first timer. You may go when you feel ready,” the Headmistress says.
“Thank you, Miss,” I say as I wobble towards the door.
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I am soon outside and find John and Frank waiting.
“You survived then,” Frank says.
“Show us your stripes,” John urges.
“Not here,” I reply.
“I am in a hotel just up there,” John said.
“Alright, if you show me yours,” I quip.
We are soon at the hotel, and John unlocks the door. As soon as we are inside, Frank is stripping, followed by John.
I hesitate, but the sight of John’s enormous erection convinces me and my dress, blouse and bra fall to the ground.
“Bend over so we can see them,” John says.
I bend over the end of the bed, and John gently strokes my raised welts.
“A full twelve on your first visit. Wow!” Frank comments.
“It was six, plus two for the wrong shoes. Then I stood up, which added two and I swore which earns me the final two,” I gasp as I am getting horny.
I am enjoying John gently fondling my bum and bend further over the bed. John takes the hint and slips his fingers inside my slit. His fingers tease my clit skilfully and I desperately want him. I stand up and push him onto the bed before I straddle him. I moan loudly as he eases his enormous cock inside me and I push down hard, forcing his gigantic prick deep inside of my vagina. He is truly a monster. Frank gets on the bed and over John’s head so his prick is at my face height. I lean forward and take it into my mouth. Frank slides his dick in and out as I ride John furiously. John strokes my nipples and caresses my tits as I bounce up and down. Frank slides his cock in and out of my mouth in time with my bounces. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I go as I shudder towards an orgasm, just as John spurts inside me. Shortly after, Frank shoots his juice into my mouth, making me gulp down his cream.
We all flop onto the bed to recover. I look at the men and wonder how I ended up with two strangers in a hotel room when all I wanted was to taste the school cane. I suddenly realise the time and jump up.
“Sorry, got to go. My train leaves soon,” I blurt as I dress.
I kiss them both and put on my coat. I rush to the door and run for my train, thankful that I have a first-class seat.
“Will we see you next month?” John shouts as I leave.
“May be,” I reply with a cheeky grin.
