Spanked on the school trip

I’m speaking at a conference in Palm Springs next week*, and (as often happens before I have a major presentation to give) I find myself rewriting my speech in my sleep. New content comes and goes; pictures of the audience flash into life; I wake up and scribble down any bright ideas.

See, it’s not just kinky stuff that fills my dreams. But last night the two merged. It was no longer a conference, but a school trip, and I was the master in charge. The group was sitting round a common room in the hostel we’d rented. (I imagine days spent walking up mountains in bracing fresh air, muddy boots left in the porch, steaming mugs of tea on our return). They were all good girls – the elite of the sixth-form; good friends.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. As an argument developed, one of the girls (my favourite, as it happened) raised not only her voice but her hand, slapping her adversary.

I intervened immediately, of course, before things got out of hand. She was sent from the room to wait for me outside my room; the remaining girls were lectured as to how disappointed I was in them. I made them tidy the room, wash up their mugs, and sent them early to bed.

She’d been waiting a fair while as a result before I made it to my room: her face was already tear-stained. I took her inside: her apologies were so heartfelt that scolding was barely necessary. But “you understand that I cannot let this go unpunished” made her nod, and “you realise how fighting would be dealt with were we at school” led to a murmured “I’d be caned, sir.”

“Would you rather I informed your Housemaster on our return, or dealt with this now?”

A pause, plucking up the courage. “Now, please, sir.”

No canes here, on a school trip. I pulled up an armchair, and instructed her to lower her jeans and knickers to her ankles, and bend over my knees. The spanking was hard – very hard: if a girl was to take a caning-equivalent, then each smack had to count. She wriggled, cried, subsided. Stood afterwards, as I held her and told her that it was all over and there was nothing to worry about.

* If you happen to live in Palm Springs, or San Francisco where I’m spending a few days afterwards, and fancy some kinky company, I’d love to meet you!

8 thoughts on “Spanked on the school trip

  • 20 May, 2008 at 6:59 am
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    I look forward to hearing about the San Fransisco shopping trip, the small shop down a side street, the young girl working on the till, rubbing her backside knowingly as you make your purchase… special canes to equal the Singapore and Malaysian ones… well fingers crossed for that anyway!

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  • 20 May, 2008 at 9:47 am
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    School trips where you have to stay at a hostel, walk around mountains, and get all muddy? I am way glad Abel was never in charge of my school trips. But I suppose spankings might make up for it…

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  • 20 May, 2008 at 10:39 am
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    I’m totally echo-ing that sentiment, Smudge, though I thought he was quite nice to that girl- a spanking for slapping somone seems like she got off quite lightly.

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  • 20 May, 2008 at 5:36 pm
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    Got off lightly?! She was in a hostel. With rats. And Abel.

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  • 20 May, 2008 at 6:36 pm
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    I’ve always wanted to stay in a hostel, and I could deal with rats. Abel on the other hand…. I hope he doesn’t read this, Smudge.

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  • 20 May, 2008 at 11:43 pm
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    Well girls will be naughty sometimes I must admit, but a heartfelt apology, and punishment allows a girl to be
    forgiven and drive on. In fact, sometimes a girl can’t wait to take her punishment and be forgiven. The waiting for that can be torture…

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  • 21 May, 2008 at 1:49 am
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    Pardon my doubting question, but, Abel, this sounds exactly like all the other dreams you relate, schoolgirls, master, punishment, etc. I was rather hoping for a conference related spanking scene for those of who somewhat regularly attend conferences and could use a little something kinky to think about during some of the more tedious presentations. Or maybe one of the presenters gives the ‘wrong’ speech, one prepared for an entirely different group. “WEG” I think I have figured out a way to make going to presentations much more interesting from now on…

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  • 21 May, 2008 at 8:08 am
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    Abel,

    It would be fun to get together while you are in my area. I sent you a note at [email address removed by Haron as anti-spam measure]. Let me know here if you didn’t receive it.

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