Wednesday, May 10, 2023

Oaks and Pines School - online 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, May 7, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Germany, part 4

Then it was the back to school day. After breakfast, Aunty Bertha inspected us. "Raise your skirts, the three of you!" We blushed and obeyed. We didn't want to go to school with reddened thighs. Tata was pleased. We were wearing the mandatory little girls' knickers. Schlüpfer as they are called in German. White cotton with little blue flowers for me. She obviously hoped that we would be embarrassed to have the boys see our knickers. I would for sure be careful to keep my skirt down and not chance having Hans discover my awkward Schlüpfer.
 
We were sternly warned to keep our minds on our studies instead of boys. Eva and Emma chimed, "Yes, Mutter!" I echoed with, "Yes Aunty!" We tried to be as convincing as possible.
 
I was looking forward to attending a coed classroom. It will be a change after my year in Scotland, where we only shared the cafeteria with the boys.
 
The Billerbeck Secondary School in the eponymous market town was only fifteen minutes away with our bikes. It was an imposing old fashion building. Above its tall front door, the frontispiece was engraved with Billerbeck Gymnasium 1870.
 
In the hall, we found a large notice board telling us where to find our classrooms. It was basically juniors on the ground floor and seniors on the first floor. I was in the same class as Eva, and we waved for Emma. There were also a couple of supervisors scrutinizing us.
 
The boys were already there. Those without girlfriends sat with a friend. Hans and Jonas had kept seats next to them for Eva and me. We exchanged chaste pecks on cheeks, as if to make sure that everyone understands who belongs to whom!
 
Our first teacher of the day entered the classroom, and we stood. He introduced himself as our German literature professor and gave us an evaluation test. After having corrected our papers while we read a few famous poems, he asked. "Who is Marie-Chantal?"
I stood, "Ich bin Marie-Chantal, Herr professor."
"You aren't German, Fräulein?"
"Ich bin Französisch, mein Herr."
"You have scored 4 or a D. Not bad, you haven't failed the test."
 
I sat with a faint smile. A D wasn't exactly stellar.
 
He next asked, "Who is Malena?"
"Ich bin Malena, Herr Professor."
"You are German aren't you?"
She nodded.
"4. You will have your parents signing your paper and returning it tomorrow. I have mentioned that you should be punished."
Red face, she slumped back into her seat.
 
Then he gave our papers to one of the front row boys, who returned them to us. On top of mine, it was written, "A promising grade, Mademoiselle!"
 
Next was our French professor. She told me I would read famous German authors during her classes. She gave me The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann.
 
Lunch followed. We were reunited with Emma and her beau. Eva waved for a few friends to join us. We had one of the largest tables, known as the Rosendahl table, since we were all from Rosendahl.
 
The afternoon class was a double period of economy. We had another evaluation test. I scored a nice C+.
 
After that test, I felt a five finger spider exploring my left thigh. It had started with my knee. Very gently it went up. As it reached the hem of my skirt, it moved onto my right thigh. Then it toyed with my skirt when our prof walked the classroom, professing that the law of supply and demand is the basis of economy.
 
My hand joined the big spider when it went under my skirt and between my thighs.
 
Mr Economy dropped his ruler.
 
My spider and my hand froze with the clatter.
 
Then there was a loud smack! Herr Wirtschaft had smacked his ruler on my desk. He also bellowed, "Hands on your desk, young lady!"
 
My spider hastily retreated while I had both my hands on my desk with a deep blush.
 
"Write. 'I was caught with a hand under my skirt while in class.' You will have it signed by your loco parentis and bring it back to our next lesson."
 
After classes at the bike shed, Hans apologized. 'Its all my fault. I will tell Frau Schubert that it is my fault."
 
I protested. "Please don't! If you do, I'll be banned from seeing you again!"
 
As we rode back home, Emma and Eva said. "You are going to receive a super spanking! Aie! Aie! Aie!"
 "Yep, it will be the paddle."
 
"Made by Poppa from fine saddle leather."
 
"Embossed with a rose, a red rose, a very red rose!"
 
"For Mama to make sure that your bum is the right color!"
 
"OH!"
 
Marie-Chantal
 
To be continued...
 
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  (Adults only)
 
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Saturday, May 6, 2023

pics and gifs

Fun with the onlooking couple

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  Furthermore our friend Asa from
 
  
 has published part 5 of our latest story 
 
 
 
Asa is also a talented story teller and photographer!

 Please click the above book cover to visit Spanking Emporium...

 




 

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Friday, May 5, 2023

Waiting

A pic of Charlotte from Asa's Spanking Emporium





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Thursday, May 4, 2023

Professor Mustache

 
 
 
 

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Sunday, April 30, 2023

Marie-Chantal in Germany, part 3

Next morning, Eva and Emma caught me with my nightie up, and bare bottom, in front of the tall standing mirror of our landing. I was carefully inspecting my derriere. I was surprised; it was as good as new, but my thighs seemed rosier. I got my first German spanking, and it wasn't as bad as Mrs. McTavish's wooden hairbrush.
 
They teased. "Schlüpfer with pink little flowers!" I had learned a new German word, schlüpfer means knickers. To be more precise, it means knickers for little girls. In French, one would say petite culotte. The kind of knickers you don't want to show a boy when you are over seventeen as Emma, or nineteen as Eva, and the more so when twenty as me.
 
They added, "On Sunday morning we wear a dress for service at the Temple."
 
Eva opened her wardrobe and pulled out a dress for me. I just about lost my eyebrows when I saw that pink dress with puff sleeves. They laughed at my mimics, and Eva said, "Maybe you prefer a yellow one!"
"Huh! No thanks! I'll take it."
 A few minutes later, I was down in the kitchen with my new sisters. Aunty Bertha was all smiles for her 'little' girls. As we had cleared breakfast, I was told. "Raise your dress Marie-Chantal. I want to make sure that you are wearing proper knickers!"
 
I blushed and was hesitant. She grabbed the front of my dress and yanked it up. I felt a hot flush as my white knickers with small pink flowers were exposed for everyone and Uncle Manfred. She said. "Gut gemacht Mädel." (well done, my girl) Emma and Eva gave me teasing smirks as I adjusted my dress.
 
Uncle reminded us that he doesn't want to be late for the service. The temple wasn't far, and we walked. Emma teased. "Are you going to show your pretty knickers to Hans?"
I shyly giggled.
 
The temple was very austere, nothing like our churches. The plain wooden benches were as bad as the straw chairs of the Scottish church. A few old ladies had brought a cushion. At first, I was embarrassed to be wearing a girly dress, but I soon noticed that quite a few girls were wearing similar dresses. Glances were exchanged with our boyfriends. They were wearing crisp white shirts and traditional jackets trimmed with green satin. I figured that such dressing up must be a local Sunday tradition.
 
After the service, it was a picnic in the temple's garden. Every family had brought zillions of tupperwares, which were put in common for a superb buffet. I was introduced by my sisters as the French au pair, and made welcome.
 
Herr Schubert was respectfully saluted by everyone. Eva said that Papa was also the first deputy mayor of the village. Our boyfriends had joined us when Miss Wichtigtuer strolled by to chime for Tata Bertha. "I now see that I was confused by their breads. It wasn't Emma who showed her knickers to the whole village. It was your French girl. Hopefully you have chastised the right girl."
 
I blushed so red that my ears tickled. Aunty didn't add to my embarrassment as she only said, "Guten Tag Frau Wichtigtuer." Eva, Emma and the boys had funny grimaces behind the back of that busybody. I giggled as I recovered my natural color. Uncle Manfred must have seen them, but he said nothing.
 
Later, there was a small band playing the Beatles in the gazebo of the nearby park. Hans invited me to rock n' roll on the lush lawn. A few times I tugged my dress down, and he laughed. "Hahaha! So you were actually spanked!" I playfully wanted to smack one of his cheeks, but he caught my hand, and gave me a kiss. I didn't object!
 
Back home, before dinner, I prepared my backpack for school on Monday. I was relieved not to have to wear a uniform.
 
After dinner, we had remained around the dining room table. Uncle Manfred told me. "When in Paris, with your father, we discussed how best to help you become bilingual with German, and prepare for your French business school.
 
Contrary to the British A-levels, you will have a choice of majors with the Abitur. You will choose economy and accounting. Both Emma and Eva will help you with those subjects, as it is also their choices, and you will help them with French and English. You will also have German literature classes, and to build your German accent, you will join the school's theater group."
 
Obviously, I had no say in the matter, and objecting would for sure bring another fiery bare bottom spanking. I carefully asked, "Will I have to continue with math and science subjects?"
 
"Your math program will be adapted for economy, accounting and statistics. Science subjects will be only about the basics."
 
He also sternly added, "Finally, you and Eva will be closely monitored to ensure that you graduate with honors. If you don't perform as required, your bottoms will be smarting!"
 
Marie-Chantal and co
 
To be continued...
 
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