Dirty boy, how dare you become aroused when I’m punishing you. Go straight to the headmaster, and tell him I’ve sent you along for a jolly hard caning, preferably on your bare bottom
spanking-philosopher
John desperately tried to pull up his shorts. His erection had betrayed him, but it still refused to go down. His face now blushed redder than his bottom, though he knew that would soon change in the headmaster’s office. Why did spanking have this effect on him? It was bad enough being stuck in a school which treated 18 year old boys in this humiliating way, but why did it excite him so much. Clumsily he made way out the classroom. A group giggling girls had lined up in the corridor: as they always seemed to when boys were being spanked. The horrible grey short trousers that his school made him wear did little to disguise his hard lump, that still remained stubbornly present, there for all to see, as he knocked o the headmaster’s door.
His heart was sinking, as though falling into a deep abyss. This was not his first time to be sent to the headmaster under such circumstances. He knew the headmaster never quite approved of female teachers administering corporal punishment and nothing seemed to annoy him more than when boys became aroused across lady teacher’s knee. What lay ahead of him through that door this time. His heart pounded: like a repetitive,heavy drum
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Dirty boy, how dare you become aroused when I’m punishing you. Go straight to the headmaster, and tell him I’ve sent you along for a jolly hard caning, preferably on your bare bottom
spanking-philosopher
John desperately tried to pull up his shorts. His erection had betrayed him, but it still refused to go down. His face now blushed redder than his bottom, though he knew that would soon change in the headmaster’s office. Why did spanking have this effect on him? It was bad enough being stuck in a school which treated 18 year old boys in this humiliating way, but why did it excite him so much. Clumsily he made way out the classroom. A group giggling girls had lined up in the corridor: as they always seemed to when boys were being spanked. The horrible grey short trousers that his school made him wear did little to disguise his hard lump, that still remained stubbornly present, there for all to see, as he knocked o the headmaster’s door.
His heart was sinking, as though falling into a deep abyss. This was not his first time to be sent to the headmaster under such circumstances. He knew the headmaster never quite approved of female teachers administering corporal punishment and nothing seemed to annoy him more than when boys became aroused across lady teacher’s knee. What lay ahead of him through that door this time. His heart pounded: like a repetitive,heavy drum