I've been a very naughty schoolgirl, and my Sir, Duncan Defoe, is determined not to let me get away with it. First, he takes me over his knee and my crisp schoolgirl uniform barely covers my butt cheeks. As a warmup, he gives me a long, solid round of hand spankings, hiking my skirt up to reveal my white panties, which are a tiny bit too small for me, and they creep in between my butt cheeks with each swat, contrasting starkly against the red glow his hand has transferred to my bum! I know better than to make a sound as he wants me to accept my correction in silence. However, when he switch...

I've been a very naughty schoolgirl, and my Sir, Duncan Defoe, is determined not to let me get away with it. First, he takes me over his knee and my crisp schoolgirl uniform barely covers my butt cheeks. As a warmup, he gives me a long, solid round of hand spankings, hiking my skirt up to reveal my white panties, which are a tiny bit too small for me, and they creep in between my butt cheeks with each swat, contrasting starkly against the red glow his hand has transferred to my bum! I know better than to make a sound as he wants me to accept my correction in silence. However, when he switches to the cane, I cannot help myself and the tears begin to fall as I sob quietly, yelping with each strike. When he switches to the carper beater, I am done for. There is no way for me to remain stoic, and my sobs fill the air. Worse still, since I did not follow the "silence is golden" rule, I earned extra strikes from the cane! I definitely learned my lesson....until next time.