Miss Violet's School For Littles: An ABDL Diaper Spanking Story

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She told him to sit down and she did too with her short skirt showing him her thighs. He got rigid. Then he heard the popping sound of a paddle. He counted them. 10. He heard some murmurs and then it started again – another 10. Then quiet. The girl watched him. He could feel the hard chair through the thin panties. He felt ridiculous. He also felt the warmth of his penis on his belly. How would he get up without her seeing him in this state? She was only a few years older than him. The door in the direction of where the paddling has taken place opened and there stood the principal, paddle in hand. OK, young man, I am ready for you now. How was he going to get up? “Move now or I will make you wish you had”. He stood. His penis standing up, making a tent in the panties he shuffled through the open door.

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I-I"€™m sorry Rachel! I-I won"€™t ever do it again, I promise"€¦"€ Elizabeth sniffled as she spoke. She couldn"€™t meet Rachel in the eyes as the girl looked down on her. asking for a spanking Bedroom Submission Callipygous Commentary Dressed For Spanking erotic spanking F/M paddling Flashing foolishness Highly Spankable lingerie Love Our Lurkers Day Memories Men in Panties Paddles paddling panties Political Commentary Potpourri Schoolgirl paddlings school paddlings spanked in panties spanking spanking bench Spanking Parties Stories switching Uncategorized White Panties wtf Archives I"€™m sorry, Ms. Turner...I"€™ll behave myself"€¦"€, Rachel finally said through clinched teeth. Satisfied, Elizabeth let her stand and continued on with her class. Much as she expected, things went a lot smoother for her from then on out; aside from the occasional death-glare from Rachel.

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We saw my Uncle Harold that day. Only time I ever saw the old man, he died when I was 13. He took an instant liking to me though. He didn't like anyone, that old man, but he liked me. My brother and sister were jealous when Uncle Harold gave me a brand new Baseball. It was so big to me at the time...I couldn't even hold it right in my hand. If your mother says you have to, then you have to," he cut me off. "You know better than to try and use us against each other." I can drive hungry," my Dad informed my Aunt. "But what about your kids, Junior? I bet they want to eat, don't you kids?" My siblings and I gave Dad the "Bambi Eyes". For once they worked. Sometimes they worked, even on Dad. Mom was easier.

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Rachel had developed a great deal since Elizabeth had seen her last. The messy mop of dirty blonde hair that she used to have was perfectly well-managed and styled now. She had grown several feet and would probably be taller than Elizabeth given a year or two more. Mere days away from her sixteenth birthday, Rachel held herself like an adult; a difficult task given the uniform she was required to wear. It was clear to Elizabeth from the way Rachel interacted with those around her that she was popular. Elizabeth closed her book in a huff and crossed the room to Rachel"€™s desk. To her surprise, Rachel stood before she could reach her and made to grab her bag as if she planned to leave. As Elizabeth expected, her next day began far easier than the last few days had. Her class was well-behaved and the rest of the faculty had been less dismissive; the only thing that surprised her was Rachel. The girl looked far less defeated than Elizabeth expected; in fact, she looked even more confident and dismissive than yesterday. The exasperated girlfriend who has had enough of your lazing about and decides to use your own belt to teach you a lesson