"The cadettes spanked with crisp efficient snaps of hardened gymnasium trained biceps left cheek right cheek upper buttock lower where bare-ass bulged from under strained cotton or nylon."

SPANKED AROUND THE CLASS (Part 1)

SPANKED AROUND THE CLASS or A CUNNING PLAN AKA I regret I have only One Bum to redden for the People

This took place in the dying days of the 70's. Caning was on its way out in State schools especially for girls. Oh there were a few cases that made the papers but basically it was a privilege of select private schools to have your darling daughter's derriere bruised.

Slade school was very unselect lumpen-prolatarait with a mixture of immigrants West Indian and Chinese, who formed a ghetto within the ghetto which was the whole Docks area of London. A Splinter group of Left Wing Intellectuals secretly considering themselves the leaven in the lump worked selflessly to help to bring the disadvantaged into the greater community, meddled/stirred up unpractical expectations (delete whichever is inapplicable).

The school was dominated by 2 racial gangs climaxing in a knife-fight after hours on the scrap of waste-ground that served as a playing-field. Panicking, Fiona shops to Mrs S, the headmistress who calls in Police. Local Police-chief thinks of political spin and calls in the local press to see his men quietly and firmly asserting order. Easy job - a cake-walk. Didn't turn out that way.

The chief's Firm but Fair order to disperse is obscenely shouted down by St Trinian-clones and he's pelted by mud. His men-The thin Blue line, AKA The poor bastards Faced a lose-lose situation when ordered to advance. They were new to the district and had a moment of weakness they felt they could not use their truncheons on little girlie-wirlies. They didn't get the time to learn better.

They faced a mob of hellions who had never run into the concept of a fair fight. Those who had followed regs and wore a box merely got spat on pummeled to the ground by sheer numbers faces pushed most indignifiedly in the mud. Those who didn't...well, Clarke's Flat soled shoes are very efficient goeile-crushers.

Newspaper Headlines the Next Day

POLICEMEN ROUTED - FIELD HELD BY PRE-TEENS

WATCH OUT MR POLICEMEN!!!! THERE'S SCHOOL-GIRLS ABOUT

MINNIE THE MINX RULES OK

FIELD DAY OF FEMALE AMAZONS

That next week the girls ruled the town centre breaking into liquor shops for cigarettes and booze, Sleeping in the Streets, Drunkenly mocking and mooning respectable [citizens]. Frantic Council Meetings, buck passed at the speed of Light. [The rampage] was finally broken up by Water-cannon. Tear-gas, and Dogs from the local army camp. Girls Corralled behind barbed-wire overnight.

Monday morning trucks dump weary and hung over girl-flesh in the schoolyard. Mostly sullen and grim faced defiant (the word attitude hadn't been invented yet). Few cowed. The blue-cheese acid vomit smell of tear gas hung over their creased school uniforms and mud clotted hair. There were a few bloody noses couple of black eyes generally administered by fellow pupils Order maintained by a full Battalion of Army Veterans with dogs and improvised whips made of stripped multi-core electric cable taped together with insulation tape

Mrs S The Headmistress makes a grand Appearance in Academic Ropes with a guard of soldiers armed with plastic bullets:

"Since you were in school uniform it comes under my authority" (No One else was eager for its) Blah Blah Disgraceful behavior Blah Blah As your Parents obviously can't deal with you Necessary to take severe measures. Blah Blah Disgrace to the Entire School Blah Blah Every Girl will receive 10 minute spanking on the knickers except Fiona; who is the only one of you that can be proud of herself (F. winced) and except the 2 ringleaders who were being reserved for more severe measures."

The girls were corraled into the main school hall by the army men and a group of school teachers armed with canes [with] much profanity but little actual violance (quelled by a summery couple on the ass from the make-shift whips). Across the middle of the hall was a row of chairs with the administrators of the promised dicipline sea ted with one sleeve rooled up. On one side was the senior mistress and the Mayor's wife plus a few other hard faced women to remove nether garments.

If there was to be a fight it would be now. Silence stretched like the Indonesian djami karet ["rubber band" - Web-Ed] the moment that stretches. But these girls had known defeat and abuse all their life. Their Wild-Cat Ferocity was rooted in a pit of despair. They KNEW they couldn't win. It'd end with a paying the piper. Besides their leaders weren't with them. With a sigh a couple then half a dozen girls stepped forward. Room went silent except for the soft shuffle of skirts being pinned with Boot's Saftey Pins up jeans puddles around ankles;the ching of a belt buckle hitting the wooden floor The first girls draped themselves over the knees of the spankers. Some were spikely affronted flashing eyes hair swept back in nervous gestures all bravado. Most were sullenly stoical: 'Another Monday. More shit. Lets get this over with.' Arms were raised and came slapping down Grubby knickers fresh starched plain white big penny sized polka-dot cute C&A. Even a baby-pink with blue and yellow Flintstone Character-adorned all had their contents warmed. Big fat bums, Kate Moss look-a-likes, shapely chubby apples - all were battered and aquainted with spikes of agony.

The spanking team broke into 3 groups. First Burly policemen with their jackets off with shirt-sleeves rolled back. Puffing cigarettes gwarfing with Laddish humour. They spanked hard but without much skill -a bit of excessive zeal from those who had had mates who had been booted in the Battle of the Paying Ground but overall not brutal by the standards of the time. About what a girl could expect for missing curfew.

2nd, two policewomen, a rare sight at the time. One solid meaty women with a hard no-nonsence face, one petite lively obviously intelligent. The 1st Chinese, the latter a Nigerian. The Chinese a Statue of a female Buddha - no, something more primitive than that, some crudely carved statue found in a cave, of the Dark side of the Mother Goddess. Thighs like the supporting pillars of a flyover arms like the steel arc beams holding up the roof of a swimming pool. Callused palms like 5lb steaks from the 'eat all of this and you can have it free' counter of your argus Steak House with the gristle still on it. Calloused with Hard physical labour no man in her precinct would arm wrestle with her; she'd built a brick pig-pen on her brother's farm single handed for the fun of it. Rumoured to have broken horses as a young women. Rumoured also to having being run out of town for being too brutal about it. Tough as teak and as open to finer sentiments. Also had a niece who'd been bullied into thieving from her family by girl-gang members. She'd called in 5 years of favours to get this job.

She wasted no words. Grab the girl first in the line,clawed hand twisting into Afro or lank staight hair, bend her over by brute strength like the strong-man at the fair bending a piece of wrought iron. Slam her down on meaty thighs take a second or two ,as victim gasps, to poke pert slim muscular chubs or knead chip-engorged bolsters laid before her like a baker examining critically the quality of the dough to be roasted in her oven. Probed methodically almost affectionately and then a stream of meaty bruising wallops rained on the stunned girl's gyrating rear for the time allowed and then toss the victim to stumble aside to the comfort of her friends- feeling below the waist more like a survivor of a train accident than a chastened juvenile delinquent-wanna-be. Then grab the next in a hand like a steel claw. Hissing to herself and grunting with the force of the blows with all her weight behind them. Like a Gothic vision of a live-steam powered Fanny-Thrashing-Machine .out of some kinky alternate world version of Jules Verne. The spankee startled into sharp gasps muffled swear words. Soon frenzied writhing as nates are pulverised flattened seared as though with a hot wax poultice.

The Inspector's spanking style was quite different [as he] insisted in having a few words with the spankee. Not words of comfort but brisk and cheerful. Typical Conversation: "Now you've been a naughty girl so we've got to go through with this. It'll hurt; there's no point if it doesn't, but hold your breath and brace yourself and it will soon be behind you. Sorry that ain't funny isn't it. Right over you go."

Many grinned insolently at this point. They were big National Health Milk supplement fed they glowed with health, vim, and vigor. Vicki was petite small boned the sort of woman who brought the protective element out in Old Fashioned men.

Her first was an insolent grin a rounded face still chubby with the remains of baby-fat bold darting eyes with that epicanthic fold something touched her heart and she thought herself too case-hardened for that. Something out of her 'bad girl' past in New York City before the military school had straightened her out. The smell too not the ever present tear gas a smell of cigarettes and cheap booze and sex cut with the reek of old sweat - Susy had smelled like that.

She'd met Suzy in the girl's toilet skipping classes to compare the principal's handiwork paddlework rather pink tinged fannies mottled by the hatchwork of incipient blisters from the airholes. They'd become friends while sharing a tin of cold cream obtained by five-fingered discount. They'd become friends as only pre-puberty girls can living in each others heads for intense eternal seeming years. What would Suzy think of this days work. A fart and a flip of two-fingers that's what. For a moment her hard Republican Heart felt a sofening towards her Bleeding heart Liberal Dad and his Hippy-dippie favourite quote "We have met the enemy and they are us." Not falling for some "too cute to spank" crap are you she self mocked and yet ...

The girl took the hesitation as weakness she scowled and ceased in a moment to look like a freedom fighter facing down the Gestapo rather as a dirty little thug. Vicki remembered another side to Suzy. Suzy had run a protection racket. One memorable afternoon her jeers and mockery had bounced Vicki into kicking the only stand out from her authority half crippled.

She rembered the look in the girl's eyes and the rest was not difficult at all.

"Yesterday was Yesterday Today is today" she said to the pardonably nonplussed Asiatic. It was a favourite quote of her 1st Martial Arts Teacher. But it came ac ross as temporising and therefore more weakness She appeared to quail show weakness the Chinese girl took a half step forward with scornful relish unbalancing herself a trifle. Vicki used her standard issue Force boots to kick the foot with weight on it from under her a split second latter pressing on the girl thighs with one knee while reaching behind the already falling girl pushing on the spine at a point 4" below the shoulder blades with her right hand. Elegantly as a ballet step the Oriental flopped over her knees ass Prone AKA ass uppermost. It wasn't a throw anywhere in the manuals but it worked the Inspector had used it before. Using the moment of bewildered shock she grasped the flailing far hand in her left twisted it as far as it would rotate and levered it back and up past the opposite side shoulder bone almost level with the collar bone. Any movement would dislocate the arm. The girl could not use her strength she was pinioned in classic OTK posture.

'Whatever your hand finds to do do with your whole strength' John Knox: the Inspector said as she raised her arm.

So she spanked; basted bum; applied Correction Maternal . Her hand hovered over the frilly knicker clad Olive bum set before her choosing a target then accelerating to a blur in the last foot /18". Martial Art muscle powered her stinging swipes.. Stabbing biting like a pair of needle-nosed pliers here and then there over the nates. The girl did not take it quietly she shrieked threatened and wriggled like a wild alligator. The Inspector spanked away unevitable as the waves on the beach for the full 10 minutes. Then onto the next one a heavy set African she had no particular personal sentiment towards racial type. Soon it became a routine hot sweaty work but who said serving the public weal was easy.

Some she bamboozled with words some like the 1st the cute Chinese girl she used a bit of judo one or two she she had real fishwives calling out with dark truth hissed under the breath but one way or another every girl presented to her in that stuffy assembly hall ended up getting a memorable experience over her knee.She aimed at sting rather than deep-seated hurt but giving a good tanning. Humming to herself she semiconsciously weighed her severity against her intuitional feel for the girls ability to take it, she got real pain out of the toughest butt.

She walked the paradox of thrashing them soundly but remaining on terms of rueful not respect (that has been used up in too many Rotary Meetings). Respect isn't the right word - one-of -the-gals, maybe. 3rd and last cadettes from the Local Army base young as the girls they tanned clean faced long hair tied behind them in ponytails camoflage trews and heavy army issue boots above the waist wearing black skin-tight polo-necked sweater crudely printed in red with "Life's a Bitch and then you get Spanked" below a sketch of female buttocks in white with a red palm-print on the right buttock. Army Hats with a badge on the right front 'North London Spanking Drill Team'.

The cadettes spanked with crisp efficient snaps of hardened gymnasium trained biceps left cheek right cheek upper buttock lower where bare-ass bulged from under strained cotton or nylon. As though following a drill-K4 D11 Basic Ass-Smacking Type 1 with the unaided hand as per BSI XXX.

As they spanked they chanted (with a spank on each emphasized word):

NOW you've Been not NICE

And YOU'RE paying the PRICE

Your MAMA can't HANDLE you

But WE know HOW TO (double spank)

WILD CHILD (treble spank)

We're gonna set your FANNY alight

We'll TEACH you what's not-RIGHT

FIGHT and CUSS (double spank)

MAKE A FUSS (triple spank)

Gets YOU over our KNEE

TROUSERS DOWN (double spank)

Or SKIRT UP (double spank)

MAKE you CRY and BLEAT

As your PANTIES grow WARM

As YOUR rude BOT SQUIRMS (double spank)

(Pause for a count of three then with pile-driver force Spanking on every word):

40 CATS AND ON METAL PLANK

NAUGHTY BRATS ARE GETTIMG SPANKED

(Toss the dishevelled Spankee to the Floor)

Next Please

There was some difference in style o'course. The Red-head slapped impatiently at the fanny before them as though they had a bus to catch. The 3 brunettes solidly and earnestly pounded away at quivering ass. Their good-girl nature sincerely shocked at the chaos that challenged all they stood for. Smacking the badness out of them as their mothers would have said as they upended them for wetting their knickers or some other great domestic crime There was Mad giggling with whispered comments and jokes they were only months away fom having suffered a similar fate themselves the novelty of being privileged by the Law and Society to be the disher-out was startling and a bit of a turn-on many a boyfriend was astonished by their ardour that Evening .

They went down a storm with the attending Newspapermen much flashing of flash-bulbs and jousling for angles The idea of including them was an last minute inspiration of the Masyor. It was intended to cut through the US v THEM dialectic. Was clever-stupid as the German's say. It MIGHT have worked if not for the dumb-shit oversight that all the cadettes were white upper-class white at that. It didn't go over the heads of the dumbest girl they spanked.

Mostly the girls were hardly spank-virgins. The policemen laid it on hard and heavy without much skill or personal feeling Yes a few probably enjoyed their work. Those who thought to get off lightly from the women learned better .The heavyweight walloped with bum-numbing relish the petite hand stung like a bee skilfully beating ... Still the overall effect was disappointing to the authorities the occasional gasp much stopped breath the occasional heart-felt 'Ouch!' but no squirming of scalded cats as had been looked for. The sheer logistics of the situation had swamped them there was only so much spank you could administer in 10 minutes each. The acre or more of female fanny-flesh to be tenderised in one short afternoon had defeated them.

Mrs S. discovered with a start that Phase One -this mornings work was proving rather a fizzle. The policemen laid it on hard and heavy without much skill and the women showed real talent but mostly lets face it the girls were hardly spank-virgins. The run- of-the-mill-you could hardly call it a thrashing-a bum warmer then that most of the girls got from the men was water-off-a-duck-back for kids who had been having worse couple of times a month since they could toddle and even those who drew the bobby prize of The Spanker from Hell or her little friend The Stinging Bee or even the Girls Spanking Drill-Team. Well, there was only so much spank you can dish out in 10 minutes. The girls emerged dazed and puffy-eyed like one who had spent a couple of minutes in hell. But once among their mates a bit of false bravado and it could be passed off as a bit of a giggle, a lark ;a painful lark yes but a change from the ponderous monotony of yet another bloody Monday morning Maths.

She'd gone for a Public show big Barnum Circus with free access for the Press and carried the Day. It was looking more and more that Inspector's plan she'd vetoed. Of a series more intense private or even-family beatings instead looked more and more like plain sense not that she'd ever admit it. Well what was done was done. The only card in her hand was somehow to get the 2 gang leader to surrender and make a humiliating sobbing wailing spectacle of them. But how the get the little bitches to walk into a grinding mill . She had an idea Family was Native Country and religion among these People. They had young kid sisters Sisters with a fine young fanny apiece - eminently spankable ones.

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