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读了大家的评论，决定先放下美乐蒂，换换口味来篇校园风的~
这是我在一个外国小说站上搜刮到的文章，感觉还不错，挺真实的，拿来和大家分享一下~
这篇文章和我看到过的某个视频的内容几乎一摸一样，估计是翻拍的这篇吧…
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关于美乐蒂的后续文章正在紧张翻译中…努力不坑吧…
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类型：故事
来源：真实生活
取向：M/f
意愿：非自愿
使用工具：发刷、木尺
作者：JCLeonhardt
日期：2007年五月十三日
翻译：dzxsars
翻译日期：2014年一月二十八日
摘要：一个十四岁的男孩某天下午，在放学回家的路上见证了一名同龄女孩被校长严厉地打屁股作为惩罚。本故事基于真实事件。
放学后的奇遇
我当时在一所男校读初中。在学校的南边和教学楼相邻的是一所女校，我经常在放学回家的路上经过那里。许多次我都试着从一楼的窗户望进去，企图窥探到里面的女孩们。但是，百叶窗通常都是关着的。即使是极少数开着的时候，教室里也空荡荡的。但那年春天的一个下午，一切完全变了样。我放学回家时，沿着老路又一次经过了大楼一楼的窗户边。我注意到有一扇百叶窗是开着的.当然，我觉得自己仍然只会看见空空如也的教室罢了，但是习惯性地，我还是向里面瞥了一眼。
当我凑近窗户时，出乎我的意料，一个和我差不多大的金发女孩——大概十三四岁吧——坐在前排的凳子上，目光直视着正前方。我很好奇她这个时候还在教室里做什么，因为早就放学了，她却一个人独自呆在教室里。我注意到那扇窗户也没有关紧，我可以隐隐约约地听到房间里还有一个男人的声音。我将头再向前探了一点，终于看见在黑板的位置站着一个老男人，头发都有点花白了，看上去四十大几到五十出头的样子。他站在那儿和那女孩交谈着。我只能猜想他是老师了。当我屏气凝神听得更仔细的时候，我终于听清了他到底在说些什么。
“你对此一清二楚，鲁尔克小姐，这是一个非常严重的错误。”
我看见那女孩念叨了些什么，但还是直视着前方。
“在我们这儿，考试作弊是一种非常重大的错误。我想我不用提醒你吧。”
男子转向了橡木制成的讲台，踱着步子走向了它，从桌面上的一堆纸上拿起了一张。他又停顿了一会儿，也许是在仔细阅读它的内容吧。随后，他走向了女孩所在的课桌。
“马龙老师坚持要求我看一下你交上来的这张考卷。她认为这很能说明问题。当我看到它的时候，我把它和希瑟詹森的卷子一对比，就发现问题确实很严重。你试卷上的每一处答案几乎和简森小姐的答案一模一样。”
所以，他应该不是她的老师了，我这么想。可能他应该是校长吧。那应该比较有可能。从我听到的内容来看，这女孩有麻烦了。
“我认为你们一定互相抄袭了对方的答案。”
那个自始一直沉默的女孩终于开口说话了。她的语气迫切地想要证明什么。
“不！不是这样的！我没有抄任何人的答案！我发誓我没有作弊！”女孩说到这里几乎要哭了。
但是校长完全没有被打动。
“我相信证据不言自明，鲁尔克小姐。你在用你拙劣的谎言来面对惹上的麻烦罢了。”
“但我保证我真的没说谎！”女孩的语调变得更加急切了。
“不幸的是，我不相信你。我觉得其他任何老师也不会信你的。同时，作为学校的校长，我有义务保证违反规定的行为受到严厉的处罚。这也就是你被留在这里的原因”
校长又停顿了一下，看上去他在整理思路。然后他开口了。
“站起来，鲁尔克小姐，到这儿来。”
女孩看上去害怕极了，但还是按照命令顺从地站了起来。
“把椅子也带过来，”校长一边指着一张角落里的老式木椅，一边平静地说。女孩再一次服从了命令。
我不明白将要发生什么，但我的胃因为奇怪的困惑和痴迷感而隐隐作痛。
女孩把椅子放在了那张巨大的橡木讲台前面。
校长顿了一下，说：“脱下你的裙子，鲁尔克小姐。”
女孩看上去犹豫了有一分钟（但实际上没那么久），校长重复了一遍，“把你的裙子脱掉。”
女孩迟疑地解开了格子校裙上的扣子，把它从腰部褪下，经过大腿，最后落到了地上。她将裙子拾起然后搭在了木椅的椅背上。女孩下面只剩下一条白色棉内裤了。我注意到她的右臀瓣露出来了一部分，从内裤的包裹中探出了头。
我简直不敢相信自己看到的一切。因为在男校，我很少有机会在白天看见女孩子，更别说看见她们的内裤了。但我还是不明白他们在做什么。但这已经成为一场我不想醒来的梦了。
“趴在讲台上”校长用不容置疑的语气命令道。女孩照着做了。
他走到女孩拱起的身体旁，站在了她的屁股后方。他将左手按在女孩的背上，同时高高地举起了右手。它突然迅速地挥舞下来，重重地打在女孩屁股的下方。她的脚底因为这一下拍打踮了起来，很快又恢复了原来的位置。
她的嘴里发出了一声轻微的尖叫，同时伴随着哽咽。校长再一次发力按住女孩的背，并且给了她的屁股一巴掌，这一记更快更重。他接连重重地击打了女孩的屁股好几下，每一下都和前面一下打在不同的臀瓣上。随着一下又一下的击打，女孩的哭声变得越来越大了。
我从没见过任何人被打屁股。事实上，我听说过有这种事，可是还未亲眼见证过一次。不得不说，看着一个漂亮的女孩可爱的屁股被惩罚的确是一次令人“性致勃勃”的经历。
几分钟过后，校长停止了对女孩屁股的拍打。他就这么停了下来，我想惩罚也许就这样结束了。但随后我惊讶地听到校长说“呆在那儿别动”同时走到了女孩的正后方。他将手伸向女孩腰间，触及了她的内裤，然后将大拇指伸进缝隙中将内裤捏着往上提。这使得她的内裤更深地嵌进了她的臀瓣之间，就像人字拖一样。从女孩的面部表情来看，内裤被这么提进去一定很难受。看见这一幕我自己都不禁缩了缩身子。
然后，他走到讲台前打开了最顶层的一个抽屉。在拿出了一把十二英寸长的木尺后，他又把抽屉关上了，走回到原先站立的地方。
“两腿叉开跨过椅子。”他命令到。女孩抓着木椅的椅背跨过椅子站立，两条腿分开着。迫于校长的命令，她向前倾着身体。由于这个姿势，她的内裤形成的带子更紧了，它甚至从女孩两股间的区域消失了。
校长拉了拉女孩的内裤，再次确认了一下它在一个很好的位置，然后提起了木尺开始抽打女孩的臀瓣。他随心所欲地抽了四到五下，然后换了另一边，再次抽出一串美妙的响声。我都能感觉女孩会有多么糟糕，我情不自禁地被尺子和屁股亲吻的声音迷住了。同时，每次抽打后，女孩的屁股也会用颤抖作为回应。她的哭声现在经久不息。在我的眼中，仅仅过了几分钟，她屁股裸露出来的部分就已经从苍白变成了深红色。有几次，她将手伸到背后试图揉屁股；但那是徒劳的，每次校长都会立刻阻止她，同时警告她乖乖地把手放在椅背上不要动。
在我的注视下，她屁股后面某些被遗漏的小地方也在随后的抽打中一一染上了红色。然后校长命令女孩“转过身朝向他”。她缓缓地——并且疼痛着，我想一定是——转过了身子朝向校长。她的膝盖在她转身的时候摇晃着。校长随后让她反手抓着椅背。随着她蹲坐在椅子上，我注意到她的内裤在正面也嵌进去了很多，这让校长（当然，和我自己！）能看到她私处的形状了。自不必说，我为这场景而难以平静。但校长看上去对它熟视无睹，要求可怜的姑娘蹲得更低以接受惩罚。
当我看到这一幕时，我很好奇命令女孩摆成这种古怪姿势的意义所在。因为现在她的屁股没有好的挨打角度。但我很快得到了答案。校长开始抽打女孩的大腿内侧，无情的木尺上下纷飞，迅速但重重地抽打着女孩的嫩肉。即使与那段年幼的时光已相隔甚远，我还是清晰地记得，并且由衷地佩服校长高明、有效的惩罚技巧。我们学校的男生犯了错误后，最多也就是穿着校裤被一根核桃木教棒抽几下。虽然，那确实也会带来一定的疼痛感，但和这位年轻的小姑娘受到的惩罚相比就黯然失色了。我开始幻想如果我在这所学校里，我会多么得惧怕惹上麻烦！
当女孩的大腿也被尺子抽打的痕迹涂满红色后，校长再次命令女孩站起来面向黑板。“还有别的惩罚么？”我疑惑地想着，同时换了种靠在窗沿上的姿势，又紧张又好奇地注视着。
校长随即让女孩再次像刚才那样趴到讲台上去，让她的屁股撅起来朝着自己。他把尺子放在讲台上，像之前那样抓住了女孩腰间的内裤。我本以为他还要再提拉她的内裤作为惩罚，所以当我看见他开始把内裤拽下来的时候，我惊呆了。内裤滑过了女孩的屁股，接着是大腿。他在脱到一半的时候停了下来，俯下身子平视着女孩的屁股，好像在检查她的内裤。我觉得可能女孩在接受惩罚的时候可能不小心弄脏了她的内裤，校长现在才注意到。但不久后他继续将内裤往下拉去，越过腿部，直到它们缠绕在她的脚踝间。我听见他说：“从你的内裤中走出来。”她依依不舍地照着执行了命令，接连把两只脚跨了出来，然后将内裤递给了校长。他将内裤搭在椅背上，和格子裙一起，她随后再次趴到了讲台上，小心翼翼地将腿并得尽可能的紧，避免校长能看到更多相当“必要”的东西。
血液几乎涌上了我的头，我感觉整个意识都在神游天外，因为我看见一个女孩站在那儿，除了剩下白色的及膝袜和鞋子，她的腰部以下全裸，将一轮满月展现在校长和——不为人知的——我面前。在我年幼的岁月里，我从未想象过能见证这样的一件事，能完全欣赏到丰满的臀瓣和它们圆滑的曲线。我也很难在细细研究女孩被狠狠打过的屁股时，收敛我内心激动的心情。
校长重新拿起了尺子开始轻轻地抽打女孩的屁股，让它们能够适应，然后紧接着就是几下无情的抽打落在她的臀峰上。抽打带来的响声比以前更大了——可能是因为内裤被脱掉的关系吧，每下抽打都让令人陶醉的“啪，啪”声回响在房间里。女孩的屁股上均匀的红色再一次加重了。一开始的哭喊和轻声尖叫也不复存在了，取而代之的是恐怖而令人绝望的痛苦所引起的嚎叫。虽然从我的视角看不见女孩的脸，但我还是可以看见她的眼泪顺着左脸颊汩汩流淌。这次，女孩的颤抖变得更加显而易见了。当尺子抽打下来时，我几乎被女孩玫瑰红色光屁股的跳动所催眠了。校长甚至顺着大腿上部一路向下抽到了大腿下端，在那片区域留下了一条条两英寸长的精美而灼热的痕迹。
很显然女孩越来越难以并拢她的大腿了，因为她的屁股和大腿正遭受燃烧般的剧痛。这导致校长和我能时不时地完全看见她裸露的私处。我发现她柔软的屁股和大腿正遭受如此难熬的疼痛，以至于她没空集中注意力克制自己不向观众展示它们。校长乘机用尺子抽打着她屁股间某些直到现在仍未受难的区域，包括她现在完全张开的臀瓣间的嫩肉。当然，他也没有无视那些之前被好好教训过的地方。这顿打屁股应该是任何人能见到的最响亮和彻底的了，而我竟然有幸能在第一时刻欣赏它。
在打屁股处罚开始后十五分钟左右，它终于接近了尾声。但对我来说，好像已经过了难忘的一生。当惩罚结束时，校长命令女孩站起来穿上她的内裤，但是没有允许她穿上裙子。然后他要求女孩带着凳子到教室另一边面对着墙角。她被迫向后跨坐在椅子上，和之间受罚的时候保持一个姿势——手抓住椅背，当然——在角落里等待着。她照着做了，脸朝着我视线的反方向。虽然如此，我还是能清楚地感受到她屁股上的疼痛，因为她被内裤覆盖的屁股不停地在坚硬的椅子上摩擦和蠕动着。尽管她乞求着屁股上的灼痛能够尽快散去，但那一定是徒劳的。而校长这时安静地坐在橡木讲台前，仔细地阅读着一些文件，时不时地提醒女孩乖乖地把手放在椅子上，不要靠近她的屁股，除非她的屁股想再被狠狠打一次。直到第三次放学铃声响过后，整个惩罚才算告一段落。
我把那天所见的东西一直藏在心底，没有告诉同校的其他男孩，虽然这可能使我成为全班的英雄。这是一段我不想和他人分享的特殊记忆，因为它会失去一种特殊的价值，那价值只有亲历的人才能真正理解。我时常会好奇，一段时间后，那女孩的同学——那个协同她一起作弊的人——是不是也遭遇了同样的命运。但我永远没法得到真相了。事实上，在以后的初中生活中，无论我多少次走过那些一楼教室的窗户旁，我再也没有同样的奇遇了。
Story
Real-Life
M/f
NC
Hairbrush/WoodenRuler
——JCLeonhardt
May-13-07
Whilewalking home from school one afternoon, a boy of 14 witnesses the sound andthorough spanking of a girl – much the same age as his – delivered at the handsof the accomplished disciplinarian headmaster. Based on a true story, this iswhat he saw.
Iwent to an all-boys school for my junior high years. Adjacent to the buildingon the south end was its counterpart, the all-girls academy, which I wouldalways pass walking on my way home. Many times, I would try to peek into thefirst-floor windows to catch a glimpse of the girls, but, as luck would haveit, the blinds were almost always closed. In the off chance they were open, theclassrooms were sure to be empty. That all changed one spring afternoon as Iwas strolling home from school. As I passed the first-floor windows of thebuilding on my usual route, I noticed that one of the blinds were open. Ofcourse, I expected to see an empty classroom once again, but I was compelled outof habit to check regardless.
AsI snuck a peek through the window, I was surprised to see a young blond girlabout my age – around thirteen or fourteen – sitting in one of the front rowdesks, staring straight ahead, nearly motionless. I was wondering what she wasdoing there at this hour, as school was over and she was the sole girl in theroom. I noticed that the window was also slightly ajar, and as such, I couldmake out the voice of a man coming from somewhere in the room. Craning my headfurther towards the front of the class where the blackboard was, I could see anolder man, graying, late forties or early fifties, standing and talking to thegirl. I could only assume he was the teacher. As I listened closely, I couldmake out what he was saying to her.
“Asyou know, Miss O’Rourke, this is, quite frankly, a very serious matter.”
Iwatched as the girl said nothing, continuing to stare ahead.
“Wehere at the academy take cheating as a very grave offence. I don’t think I haveto remind you of that.”
Theman turned toward the oak-panel teacher’s desk and sauntered up to it, stopped,picked up a piece of paper from the stack sitting there, paused momentarily asif perusing its content, then paced back to the girl’s desk.
“Ms.Malone was quite adamant that I take a look at this test paper you handed in.She found it very troubling. When I looked at it, along with Heather Jenson’spaper, I found it troubling as well. Each answer on your paper nearly identicalto those on Miss Jenson’s.”
So,he wasn’t her teacher, I thought. Maybe he was the headmaster. Yes, that wasprobably right. And the girl was in some serious trouble, from the sound of it.
“Thereis no doubt in my mind you two ladies copied off of each other.”
Thegirl, sitting silent this whole time, finally spoke up, in a voice filled withdesperate protest.
“No!It isn’t true! I didn’t copy anything from anyone! I would never cheat, Iswear!” The girl was nearly in tears at this point.
Theheadmaster, on the other hand, was as implacable as before.
“Ibelieve the evidence speaks for itself, Miss O’Rourke. You are only compoundingthe trouble you’re in by trying to lie your way out of it.”
“ButI’m not lying, I promise!” The desperation in the girl’s voice had grownconsiderably.
“Unfortunately,I do not believe you. I highly doubt any faculty member at this school would.And, as headmaster of the academy, it is my duty to ensure that code of conductviolations do not go unpunished. That is why you are serving this detention.”
Therewas a momentary pause as the headmaster seemed to be collecting his thoughts.Then he spoke.
“Standup, Miss O’Rourke, and walk over to the desk.”
Thegirl, visibly frightened, obediently did as she was told.
“Bringthe chair”, the headmaster said plainly, pointing to an old-fashioned woodenseat situated in the corner of the room. Once again, the girl did as she wasordered.
Ihad no idea what was going to happen, and my stomach tingled with some strangemix of bewilderment and fascination.
Thegirl put the chair down in front of the large oak-panel desk.
Afteranother brief pause, the headmaster said, “Remove your skirt, Miss O’Rourke.”
Thegirl hesitated for what seemed like a minute (but it was probably much less)before the headmaster repeated, “Remove your skirt.”
Thegirl hesitantly unfastened the button to her plaid school-uniform skirt andslid it down her waist, past her thighs, eventually letting it drop to thefloor. She picked it up and draped it over the back of the wooden chair. Thegirl was now standing in her white cotton panties. I noticed that part of herright buttock was exposed, falling out of the seat of her underwear.
Icouldn’t believe what I was seeing. Being from an all-boys school, I had veryfew opportunities to see girls during the day, let alone have the p
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leasure ofseeing one in her panties. I still had no idea what was happening, though. Itwas becoming like a surreal dream I did not want to wake up from.
“Bendover the desk” the headmaster said in his matter-of-fact tone. The girl did asshe was told.
Hemoved over to the girl’s arched body, positioning himself next to her rear end.He placed his left hand over the small of her back and raised his right handhigh in the air. It came down with a sudden hard smack on the back of thegirl’s bottom. The soles of her feet lifted off the ground and came back downin response to the smack. She let out a small yelp and whimper. The headmasterpushed the palm of his hand more forcibly across the girl’s back and slappedher bottom again, this time swifter and harder. He continued with a successionof quick, hard smacks on the girl’s rear, switching from one cheek to the otherevery so often, the girl’s cries growing louder and more apparent with eachone.
Ihad never seen anyone receive a spanking in my life before. To be sure, I hadcertainly heard of it happening, but I had never actually witnessed oneoccurring before my very eyes, in person. It was, admittedly, quite a sexuallyexciting experience watching an attractive young girl getting spanked on hercute bottom.
Afew more minutes passed, and the headmaster got in the last succession of slapson the girl’s behind. He stopped suddenly, and I wondered whether that was itfor the girl’s punishment. Therefore, I was surprised when the headmaster said,“remain in that position” and walked behind the girl. He grabbed her panties bythe waistband, sliding his thumbs inside the seat and pulled them upwards,wedging her underwear deep inside her bum cheeks, making it look almost like a thong.I could see from the girl’s facial expressions that she was most uncomfortablehaving her underpants forced into her behind like that, and I squirmed a bit atthe sight myself.
Hethen walked over to the front of his desk and opened the top drawer. He removeda standard, 12-inch wooden ruler from the drawer and closed it, walking back towhere he had stood before.
“Straddlethe chair”, he said, and the girl grabbed the back of the wooden seat and stoodover it, legs akimbo. She bent forward at the headmaster’s command and I couldsee the waistband of her panties tighten as she did so, her underweardisappearing even further into the crack of her nether regions.
Theheadmaster gave the girl’s waistband a few tugs for good measure, ensuring itwas securely in place, lifted up the ruler and came down with a succession ofsolid swats on the girl’s cheeks. He took the liberty of spanking one cheekfour of five times, before promptly alternating to the other and laying somesound spanks on that one. As badly as I felt for the girl, I couldn’t help butbe fascinated by the sound of the ruler making contact with her backside, thetargeted cheek jiggling in response. The girl’s cries were constant now, as Iwatched her exposed buttocks turn from pale white to a bright crimson hue in amatter of minutes. Several times, she reached behind with her hand in a vainattempt to massage the afflicted areas, but each time the headmaster sharplywarned her to keep her hands planted firmly on the chair’s backrest.
Iwatched as a few more swats were administered to any non-spanked areas of herbehind, then heard the headmaster tell the girl to ‘turn around and face him’.She slowly – and painfully, I imagine – did as she was told turned toward theheadmaster, her knees wobbling somewhat as she did. He then told her tostraddle the chair with her hands holding the backrest in reverse. As shesquatted over the chair, I noticed that her panties had wedged quiteconsiderably in the front as well, giving the headmaster (and myself, ofcourse!) a peek at her naughty bits. I don’t have to tell you that this excitedme to no end, of course, but the headmaster seemed undaunted by the sight andinformed the girl that she was to squat down even lower over the chair.
Asstimulated as I was by this sight, I wondered what the purpose was of orderingthe girl into this awkward position, since her posterior was well out ofspanking range now. I soon received my answer as the headmaster began spankingthe inside of the girl’s thighs, working the unforgiving wooden ruler up anddown in a series of quick, but effective, smacks. Even at that tender youngage, I remember myself admiring the commitment and thoroughness of theheadmaster’s disciplinary technique. The boys at my school never received morethan a few short swats with a hickory stick on the back of our school pants aspunishment for our misdeeds, and, while it certainly did sting quite a bit, itpaled drastically in comparison with the treatment this particular young ladywas receiving. I recall thinking how much I would dread getting into trouble atthat school!
Whenthe girl’s thighs were sufficiently red with ruler marks, the headmaster toldthe girl to stand upright and turn to face the blackboard yet again. ‘Was thepunishment going to continue?’ I wondered, as I readjusted my position on theledge and gazed ahead with a mixture of nervousness tinged with bewilderment.
Hethen told the girl to bend over the teacher’s desk yet again as she had before,with her buttocks accentuated towards the headmaster. He placed the ruler onthe desk and grabbed the waistband of the girl’s underwear like he hadpreviously. I thought he was going to wedge her panties upwards again formaximum discomfort, so naturally I was shocked when he began sliding them downthe girl’s rear, past her thighs. He halted halfway through this motion, hishead leaning down where he was nearly eye-level with the girl’s backside, as ifexamining her underpants. I thought maybe the girl had accidentally soiledherself during the ordeal and the headmaster was just now noticing it in herundergarments, but after a moment he continued to slide the panties down thegirl’s legs, twisting them down to her ankles. I heard him say, “step out ofyour underpants” and she begrudgingly did as she was told, sliding one foot outthen the other, then handing them to the headmaster who placed them on thechair with her plaid skirt. She then bent over the desk again, mindful to keepher legs closed as tightly as possible to avoid showing the headmaster morethan what was absolutely necessary.
Theblood rushed to my head and I could feel my mind swimming at the sight of thegirl, standing naked from the waist down except for her white knee socks andshoes, displaying a full moon to the headmaster and – unknowingly – to me. Inmy short life, I had never even imagined I would ever bear witness to an eventsuch as this, and I could barely contain my emotions as I studied the girl’salready well spanked bottom, admiring fully for the first time the plumpness ofthe very tops of the cheeks and the round curving just above the thighs.
Theheadmaster picked the ruler back up and gave the girl’s bottom a few mildpractice pats before coming down with several hard spanks at the very tops ofher buttocks. There was a considerably fuller sound to the smacks than before -possibly due to the removal of the panties, each spank echoing with a verysatisfying ‘slap, slap’ sound that complemented the sheer redness of the girl’srear. The cries and yelps of pain that were merely effusive at first had turnedto screams of desperate anguish, and although the girl’s face was mostly hiddenfrom my view at the window, I could see tears streaming down the left side ofher face. The jiggling that was prevalent before was even more pronounced thistime, and I was nearly mesmerized by the bouncing of the girl’s rosy red barebuttocks as the ruler came down. He even worked his way down past the tops ofthe thighs to the hamstrings, where the ruler left its incendiary mark in aworkmanlike pattern of two-inch lines.
Itwas becoming quite apparent that the girl was having increased difficultykeeping her legs together, due to the burning of her inner and rear thighs, andas a result would occasionally treat the headmaster and myself to a full viewof her exposed naughty bits. I figured that her tender buttocks and thighs werein such agony by now that she wasn’t even considering what she wasinadvertently displaying for her audience. The headmaster took this opportunityto use the ruler on some of the heretofore un-spanked areas of her behind,including the now bare split between her bum cheeks, while remembering not toneglect the spots that had been prominently worked over. This was as sound andas thorough a spanking as anyone could ever hope to see, and I was having thegreat fortune of seeing it firsthand.
Aroundfifteen minutes had passed from the start of the spanking to its eventualdenouement, but to me, it had felt like a lifetime. When it was over, theheadmaster told the girl to stand up and put her panties back on, but not herskirt. He then ordered her to take the chair and march over to the far wall ofthe classroom and face the corner. He added that she was to sit backwards onthe chair, straddling it in a similar manner as before – hands grasping thebackrest, of course – while she waited in the corner. She did exactly that and,even though she was facing the opposite direction from my point of view, Icould clearly see the pain and discomfort in her body as her clothed bottomtwitched and squirmed on the hard wooden seat while she tried in futility toignore the fire in her behind. During this time, the headmaster sat calmly atthe oak-panel desk, casually browsing through some school files, every so oftenreminding the girl to keep her hands on the chair and not to fuss with herbackside, unless she desired another spanking. The entire ordeal lasted untilthe third after school bell had sounded.
Ikept what I witnessed that day to myself, not even telling the other boys at myschool, even though it probably would have made me the class hero. This was oneof those special memories that you d
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on’t usually share with others, as it tendsto lose its special value that only the bearer truly understands. I would oftenwonder, sometime later, if that girl’s classmate – the one she had cheated offof – had suffered the same fate, but I never found out. In fact, no matter howmany times I walked past those first floor windows during my junior years, Inever saw anything like it ever again.
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qwe2698q 发表于 2014-1-28 09:36
楼主真厉害，英文好棒，加油！我很喜欢你译的美乐蒂。
嗯 谢谢啦^O^
forfear 发表于 2014-1-28 22:56
楼主能不能发一下哪个视频的网址？好想看啊
…这种题材spankingtube上有一堆啊….
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