O and P spanking stories

Thursday, March 9, 2023

Papa isn't happy...

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We have a new website !

https://oaks-and-pines.com/

You will find an Application Form in the "pages" of this blog

Complete that form and send it to

oaksandpines@hotmail.com

(Adults only)

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Wednesday, March 8, 2023

APPLICATION FORM FOR THE OAKS AND PINES ONLINE SCHOOL ROLE-PLAY GAME (Adults only)

NAME OF ROLE-PLAY CHARACTER :

TEACHER OR PUPIL :

Please adapt as required if a teacher...

AGE OF ROLE-PLAY CHARACTER : Junior or Senior ?

ROLE-PLAY CHARACTER DESCRIPTION AND BACKGROUND :

Family background :

Former school, and reasons why you left :

Experiences of punishment at your former school and home :

Reasons why it has been decided to send you to Oaks and Pines :

EMAIL ADDRESS :

REAL AGE :

TIME ZONE :

Are you able to maintain at least 4 or more contributions to the game by email-posts AND attend at least one class per week ?

Classes are currently held with mIRC at 8:00 PM, BST (UK time) equivalent to 3:00 PM (US East Coast time) on Wednesday and Friday.

Send completed application to oaksandpines@hotmail.com

With submitting this application you are representing that you are over the age of 21 years. Should the owner or moderators feel that you have misrepresented your age you shall be unsubscribed.

O&P

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Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Thank God for alarm clocks... I was up ten minutes before the wake up bell, and already dressed for the morning exercise routine. I was having a tall glass of orange juice mixed with sparkling water when I heard,

"GYM KIT ON ! .... OUTSIDE FOR P.E. ! ... COME ALONG ... HURRY UP !"

With great consideration she repeated her kind invite...

"COME ALONG... HURRY UP ! MY OLD GYM SHOE IS WAITING FOR ANY LATECOMERS !"

After a routine of exercises which included toe touching we jogged into the nearby woods...

Next was showers and to dress impeccably for the uniform inspection. The teach on duty pulled your skirt up to make sure that we are wearing the regulation knickers. A few newbies who still hadn't sewn their name in their knickers had their thighs smacked

Finally it was breakfast time. Miss Ahlers and her team had set up the usual superb buffet with fried eggs, crispy bacon and sausages as well as fruit salad and cereals. One didn't starve at O&P !

All too soon it was time to run back to our dorm rooms to prepare our satchels. Mine was ready and I was already latching my bike on the trailer behind our school bus. Mr LeBoeuf, the O&P chauffeur blew the fog horn, and we were on the way to the Montreux International Campus.

A newbie wanted to know why we had classes at both O&P and the Montreux International Campus. I chimed, "According to Miss Temple who was a great old Principal, 'The answer is blowing in the empty space between our ears !' "

A few boys and boyfriends helped us unload our bicycles from the trailer, and we locked them into the campus bike-shed.

After a long morning of classes at the International Campus aka IC we had lunch at the campus Cafeteria. I had pizza and there was a great choice of toppings. We sat with friends and boyfriends for that great part of the day.

Shorter afternoon classes followed and we were eventually released. We retrieved our bicycles from the bike-shed and rode back to chateau O&P with our boyfriends from the neighboring Residence du Lac, aka RDL. Another part of the program we didn't want to miss !

We had mid-afternoon tea and Mrs Ahles famous cookies, before our O&P additional classes.

"Later I saw Tanja sitting on the bench outside a teachers study. "Huh? What happened?"

My petite brunette friend pulled a face. "Teacher thought I wasn't paying attention."

"And were you?" I asked with a wink. "It's impossible the way he's droning on all the time."

I had been a good girl, and before my homework I visited our stables with our horses, donkeys and Ellie our baby elephant...

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If you are interested in joining our role-play game, as a pupil or teacher we invite you to visit our website at :

https://oaks-and-pines.com/

and prepare a profile – introduction of your role-play character to be send to : oaksandpines@hotmail.com

With submitting this application you are representing that you are over the age of 21 years. Should the owner or moderators feel that you have misrepresented your age you shall be unsubscribed.

O&P

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Monday, March 6, 2023

Oaks and Pines School Role-play Game Introduction (Adults only)

At Oaks and Pines, the girls are schooled in Switzerland, with a rigorous routine of classes, homework, and old fashioned discipline.

Oaks and Pines prides itself with its 'family' atmosphere.

Parents send their daughters to O&P to ensure the best results, and the girls are strictly kept to their lessons, the Principal and Tutors do see to that !

The school is located on the shore of Lake Geneva, near Montreux, in the shadow of the majestic Alps. An 18th century castle- set in a large arboreal park - serves to house the school. Schoolrooms, tutors' studies and apartments, Library, Dining Room and other facilities are located on the ground floor. On the first floor, each girl is provided with a comfortable individual room. It is to be noted that the girls’ rooms have no doors, which is a considerable aid to keeping mischief in check.

Mischief happens, it would be irresponsible to pretend otherwise. Fortunately the school's superbly trained and dedicated faculty is quite prepared to address any infractions that may occur. It sometimes happens that the only way to get a pupil's undivided attention is to put her over one's knees and warm her backside. In serious cases sterner discipline may be required, and use of the cane is not unheard of.

THE GAME

In our role-play game you enter the world of your fantasy, playing the part of a high school aged girl. Design your character, give her a name and invent her family and schooling history. Tell us about her previous experience with corporal punishment (and what your expectations are in that area)

If you are interested in joining our role-play game, as a pupil or teacher we invite to visit our Oaks and Pines website at : https://oaks-and-pines.com/ and prepare a profile – introduction of your role-play character to be send to : oaksandpines@hotmail.com

With submitting this application you are representing that you are over the age of 21 years. Should the owner or moderators feel that you have misrepresented your age you shall be unsubscribed.

O&P

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Sunday, March 5, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Scotland, part 3

Standing in the corner with my hands atop my head like a naughty ten-year-old, I was shamefully exposing my fiery bottom with my skirt bunched up and my knickers having dropped around my ankles. I desperately wanted to sooth my burning bum, but I knew that I would get another spanking if I did.

I was lucky that it wasn't a working day for Mrs McTavish's maid, but I was concerned that someone might visit. I imagined the comments, "The big French girl was taught a lesson." Or, "What a shame to be spanked on the bare at her age." Worse was imagining the neighbors from across the street, visiting with their pimpled face boy. 'Oh no, I'll die!'

Mrs. Mc T chimed, "Marie-Chantal, you now know how we deal with naughty girls in this house. You should also know that your father was told of our methods, and he has approved them." I silently sighed. I should have known. "You may rub your bottom, pull up your knickers, adjust your skirt, and run along."

I didn't need to be told twice. I ran upstairs to the bathroom I share with Margaret. I pulled up my mini and lowered my knickers to survey the damages in the tall mirror, my derriere wasn't black and blue, but it was well reddened. I gently rubbed it with a wet flannel, it was a great relief. I again heard Mrs. McTavish ordering, "Marie-Chantal! Take your school uniform out of the bag and hang it in your closet." As I was doing that Margaret joined me.

"It was your first spanking, wasn't it?"

I soberly nodded.

"You're lucky it wasn't Poppa!"

I apprehensively rubbed my derriere with one hand while storing my cotton knickers and grey knee socks in my commode.

"When he smacks my bum with his hand, it feels like the hairbrush from Mom."

"Huh!"

"I can't describe how it feels when he's using the hairbrush, its so... so intense."

I didn't know what to say.

She continued. "He gave me two dozen smacks last night. You want to see?"

I must have somehow nodded. She raised her mini and pulled her knickers up into her rear valley. I saw dark red semi circles decorating her cheeks.

"I saw how you wriggled in your chair this morning."

She winked, "I have noticed."

"You're still sore?"

"Nah, am ok now."

"How long is your bottom going to be bruised?"

"About a week, maybe less with regular soaks with Epsom Salts."

From below Mrs. Mc T called, "Come and set the table, both of you!" Margaret hurried down. I followed her just as fast. After having received la fessée cul nu, I sure didn't want to keep her waiting.

We had finished setting the table when her father came back from his club. Mrs. McTavish told him, "I had to punish Marie-Chantal for bad language at the uniform shop."

I blushed crimson, and she added. "Marie-Chantal, turn around, raise your skirt and lower your knickers!" I was frozen. She added, "Do it now or you will be again spanked, and this time it will be my husband doing it."

I remembered the words of Margaret about her father's spankings. I slowly obeyed. I blushed so red that I felt my ears tickling when I lowered my knickers.

"It was your first spanking, Marie-Chantal?"

I pitifully answered, "Yes Sir."

Red face and with my knickers still down, I listened, "We will be closely watching your grades. You will be punished for each grade under 10/20. As you will improve, we will raise that requirement to 11/20 and hopefully to 12/20, as Margaret."

I nodded.

"We have promised your father that you will have your A-levels with honors. You will also be perfectly bilingual."

I again nodded.

"You may raise your knickers, and adjust your skirt."

Dinner was great. They said that I should call them Aunty Davina and Uncle Archie. I told that Papa and Maman also call me Marie. Then they announced that tomorrow after mass and lunch they will take me visit the Edinburgh castle with a private guide. I beamed.

Next morning for mass, Margaret gave me an above knees kilted skirt in the tartan of the McTavish. "You are our guest, therefore you should wear our tartan." I was honored. Aunty Davina wore a below the knees kilted skirt, and for Uncle Archie it was trews, both in their tartan. We were another Scottish family attending mass. We girls found the church's chairs quite hard for our still sore derrieres.

After mass, everyone socialized in the church's garden. Margaret introduced me to her friend Agatha. She told her as if mentioning the weather. "Yesterday Marie-Chantal got her first skelping from Mom." I didn't know the word, but I didn't need a translation when Agatha chimed back, "Welcome to the club!" I was quite surprised by their pragmatic approach to such form of discipline. I nonetheless blushed, and they both laughed.

Lunch was at the family's favorite pub. I discovered haggis, and I liked it. I wasn't offered a beer. I was introduced to a few friends of the family. One of them seemed to have had too much whisky. He greeted me with, "Welcome to Scotland Sassanach!"

Uncle Archie sternly replied, "She isn't a Sassanach, she's French and she wears our tartan."

The guy apologized, "I am sorry Frenchy!"

Margaret explained, Sassanach is a derogatory word meaning foreigner. She added, "You're not a Sassanach because you're French, its about the Auld Alliance." I of course knew of the 1295 Auld Alliance between Scotland and France.

Next we visited the castle. The throne room was fascinating. I imagined Mary Stuart having sat there...

Marie-Chantal and Margaret

To be continued...

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