Severe Spanking Stories - School Girl Spanking

CHEEKY VIDEO SEVERE SPANKING STORIES - STORY TITLE: SCHOOL GIRL SPANKING

Welcome to the Paine Academy. Where boys are sent to become fully capable men and and girls are sent to learn their rightful place in society.

Emilie stood sulking in the Dean’s office for a minute, until he smiled and sat in the huge leather chair behind his desk. "Sit down, Emilie," he told her, gesturing to the couch. There was no place for her to sit but between the two boys, so with a little ‘sniff’ she stood her ground. "I’d rather not, thank you," she said disdainfully.

"Very well, Emilie," the Dean said. "We’ll chat from here, for now. Now, I suppose you know why your father is sending you to Paine Academy." Emilie shrugged.

"Because I don’t like his stupid rules," she said impatiently. "I think the problem goes deeper than that, Emilie," the Dean said with a slight smile. "The problem is, you don’t understand where you fit into society. Your father feels that Paine Academy will help you to . . . learn your place. The instruction you will receive at this institution will last you for the rest of your life, Emilie. And there’s no better time to begin than the present. So, why don’t we just get you to take off your clothes?"

Emilie blinked with surprise. "What did you say to me?" she said, for a moment losing her cool, haughty facade. "Your clothes, Emilie. Take them off, now. That will be the last time I ever repeat myself to you, young lady. All of them, bra and panties included." Emilie frowned.

"I can’t believe you just said that to me," she snapped. "When I tell my father what you said, he’ll sue your ass off. He’s a lawyer, you know, and that’s sexual harassment." The Dean’s smile disappeared, and the two boys on his couch exchanged a knowing grin. They were kind of cute, Emilie had to admit probably seniors, the kinds of guys she wouldn’t mind flirting with at a party. It was just a shame they had to see her lose her temper like this, she thought.

"Emilie." The Dean’s voice was soft, insistent. "Your father signed the consent form. He knows very well what’s going on here. I told you we have different rules here for boys than we do for girls. Girls are not permitted street clothing while they are on school property. Now, are you going to remove your clothing, or shall I allow these gentlemen here to . . . assist you?"

Emilie flared her thin nostrils and turned on her heel to leave. "I’m not going to stand here and listen to this shit," she announced, and laid her hand on the door handle. She had no sooner made contact with the cold metal knob than suddenly both of the boys had sprung off the couch and seized her. She kicked and struggled for a minute, but the boys obviously knew what they were doing, and before she knew it she was pinned face-down on the floor with both of them sitting on her.

She heard the Dean standing, the hard soles of his shoes going clip-clip on the hard tile floor as he approached her. "Now, Emilie. We’re going to have to spoil your lovely wardrobe. Tommy Hilfiger, was it? It would have been so much easier if you’d just cooperated. Now not only are we going to have to cut your clothes off you, but we’re going to have to give you a spanking as well." Despite the weight of the two large, athletic boys sitting on her back and legs, Emilie was still struggling furiously. "You don’t know how much trouble you’re in, you asshole!" she was shrieking. "I’m going to sue you for everything you’re worth, you son of a bitch!"

The Dean produced a pair of shears from his pocket and made short work of Emilie’s clothing, snipping through the thin fabric of her baby-T-shirt and sports bra, then her tight-fitting jeans and thong panties. The boys moved slightly to allow the Dean to clear away the shreds of her clothes, being careful not to let Emilie kick them. "She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?" one of the boys said with a grin.

"Nice ass. I bet it looks real good with belt marks all over it." "Are you going to use the belt on her, or the cane?" the other boy asked. He was big and blond and looked like a football player. The Dean circled her a couple times, thinking that over. "I think I’ll use my hand," he said thoughtfully. "A nice, hard, over-the-knee spanking." And he knelt down to stroke Emilie’s soft red hair. "It’s so much more intimate."

"Don’t you touch me, you fucking jerk!" Emilie screamed, thrashing about as much as she could. The Dean smiled, patronizing. "I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream, Emilie," he said gently. "But for the moment, I’d prefer it if you were quiet." Emilie seethed. She was more angry than frightened, and she was far too mad to really process what was happening to her. "I’m not going to be quiet, you fuckwad," she spat. "I’m going to yell and scream until somebody calls the police. You’re going to jail, asshole! You can’t do this to MMMFFFF!"

In her rage, Emilie hadn’t noticed the Dean approaching her with something in his hand. Before she knew it, he had seized her jaw in his hands and pried it open, inserting an enormous red rubber ball gag that pressed against her tongue and left her unable to make any more than angry grunting noises. He fastened the leather straps of the gag tightly around the back of her head.

Suddenly Emilie realized she was in a situation she couldn’t control, and she calmed down slightly, breathing heavily through her nose. "Now that I have your attention, Emilie, I am going to allow you to stand up. If I tell these young men to get off you, are you going to do as I tell you?" Emilie nodded. What else could she do?

"Very good. All right, boys, up you get." Emilie felt the wind rush back into her lungs as the two boys got off her and pulled her roughly to her feet. One of them grabbed her hair, the other yanked her arm, and together they shoved her toward the Dean, who caught her in his huge, well-muscled arms and pulled her toward his chair.

"Now, Emilie, you’re going to receive fifty slaps." Emilie was trembling now, more from rage than from fear, but for the first time there was a little of that, too. She was no match for these three men who seemed determined to hurt and humiliate her. But she was still angry enough that she resisted as the Dean bent her roughly over his lap.

There was no hope, of course. The Dean was an enormous man, and in no time he had her pinned across his lap, one arm twisted neatly behind her back, both her legs pinned under one of his. "Are you ready, Emilie? Because we can begin whenever you’re ready." "Mmmph!" Emilie exclaimed angrily. The Dean’s hand came down hard across her firm ass cheeks, and Emilie let out a muffled yelp of pain and surprise. Her ass felt like it had been stung by a million bees, and she renewed her struggles.

It was no use. Emilie twisted her head around to see the two boys standing over her, grinning madly as the Dean’s hand came down again and again. He took care to maintain a steady rhythm, alternating back and forth between her right and left ass cheek, occasionally moving down across her upper thighs until the entire area was a uniform bright red colour. Emilie snorted and struggled with rage, streams of drool working their way past the gag and coursing down her chin as the Dean never missed a beat.

By the time he had finished with her, Emilie’s ass and upper thighs were glowing purple, her nose was running with exertion and her entire body was coated in a sheen of sweat. Still, when the Dean released her, she immediately took off running for the door. The dark-haired boy, the one who had grabbed her by the hair, reached out to catch her arms. He kicked both her legs out from under her once again. This time, though, instead of sitting on her, he grabbed her arms and pulled them straight out behind her. Emilie shrieked through the gag as she felt her arms being pulled together behind her, straining her shoulders horribly. She struggled to turn around, twisting to get a look at what he was doing to her. He was tying her up! She grunted and gasped in protest as he securely fastened a length of coarse, thick rope around her wrists, then another around her elbows. "Very good, Andrew," the Dean said. "Stand her up and let’s see how that looks."

Andrew the dark-haired boy pulled her to her feet using her tightly bound arms as a handle. "I like that," said the blond boy. "It really makes her tits stick out."

"Breasts, David," the Dean corrected him with a smile. "We wouldn’t want to be vulgar in front of our new student, would we?" "No, of course not, Sir," David said, grinning back. "Andrew and David will be your sponsors for your first week," the Dean told Emilie. "If you have any questions about the way things work at Paine Academy, you’re welcome to ask them." He winked and smiled. "That is, if you behave yourself. Otherwise we’ll have to leave the gag in, and you won’t be able to ask anything at all." Emilie cringed with disgust as the Dean looked her over carefully. "You’re right, though, David. Her breasts do look lovely jutting out like that. What are those, 34C, Emilie?" Emilie, of course, just grunted angrily, and all three of the men laughed.

"David and Andrew will show you to your room," the Dean said. He gave the two boys a severe look. "And remember gentlemen, no monkey business until after second period tomorrow morning when we break her in."