O and P spanking stories

Thursday, September 15, 2022

Six of the best to teach you to better apply yourself, skirt up and knickers down!

You are invited to role-play with us

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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Tuesday, September 13, 2022

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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Monday, September 12, 2022

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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Humor (unfinished)

You are invited to role-play with us

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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Saturday, September 10, 2022

Crimson Manor Country Club part 1

A new job, a new apartment, and today Saturday morning, after the delivery of the sofa, it was time to discover the nearby street market. It was lively, and colorful, and the air was full of scents from fruits and spices. It was a change from London, I won't regret the exhaust fumes!

A few steps from the market square there was a public park bordered by Victorian apartment buildings taking advantage of the lush green view. That park was shared with an Edwardian mansion and its spacious grounds. Obviously, those born to the manor had sold part of their property to the city. I followed the tall wrought iron fence and between flowery shrubs, I saw manicured lawns and two tennis courts.

Suddenly two young women my age ran by. Actually, they were sprinting and I didn't have time to register more than shortish navy shorts and white t-shirts. I followed the fence till the impressive entrance of the mansion. On the right side of the old revolving door, a bronze engraved plaque read Crimson Manor Country Club.

I was reading the brunch menu next to the classy plaque when two young women exited the revolving door. They looked vaguely familiar; they could be the two runners I had seen between the shrubs of the mansion's park. They were wearing grey monogrammed cardigans over sparkling white blouses with yellow and blue striped ties, and navy tartan mini kilts with grey knee high socks.

I entered and wasn’t too surprised to find an elegant lobby with leather armchairs, oriental rugs, and wood paneling. I smiled for the young receptionist. She was wearing a classic Chanel like business suit with a knee length pencil skirt and a small name badge on her lapel. I understood that the navy tartan kilt isn't an employee uniform, and it made sense, that kilt was quite short.

I was directed to a table overlooking the lawn and a superb bush of English red roses. I smoothed my skirt as I sat down. A smiling waitress offered coffee, tea or San Pellegrino. I accepted the pink Italian soda water. The brunch buffet was superb, and after a thick slice of roast ham with new potatoes I had a lemon sherbet. While waiting for a cappuccino I read the country club's brochure mentioning the tennis courts and other equipment.

One leaflet offered, "Performance coaching for amateur athletes. Our French-Scottish coach, Mr Martin-Lewis will help you reach your best potential with time proven traditional methods..."

I was intrigued. The leaflet came with an application form, and the first week was free. I filled it up, Julia Meredith, age 24, single, secretary. Under "Goals" I wrote, running the Paris marathon and learning how to play good tennis..." The waitress brought my cappuccino and offered to take the completed from to the "Academy".

A few minutes later a mid forty woman with a classic nurse uniform came by. "Miss Meredith, I am nurse De Vere, thank you for having completed our application form. I have to check a few vitals, such as your blood pressure. Would you please follow me."

Her office was professionally equipped and after having measured my height, she checked my blood pressure. "I also need your exact weight, please strip." She had said that with the tone of someone who isn't accustomed to repeat herself. I silently mouthed a wide "Oh!" and blushed. I timidly undid the buttons of my blouse. A minute later I stood on the scale with nothing more than my knickers.

She wrote down my weight, and gave me a large plastic tray with the navy shorts and t-shirt I had seen earlier. I hastily dressed with the training outfit, and the shorts felt very short! I tried to adjust them, but it was pointless. I was intrigued by the DA monogram decorating my t-shirt.

After having given me a pair of trainers nurse De Vere lead me to a large ground floor office with a huge old wooden desk in front of two comfy leather chairs. "Please stand there, Mr Martin-Lewis will be with you shortly." She had indicated a spot in front of the desk. I remembered waiting in front of the desk of the principal as a schoolgirl. While I again tried to adjust my mini shorts, I suddenly heard a commanding voice, "Hands at your sides Julia!"

He was in his mid thirties, very tall, very fit, dressed with a navy tracksuit decorated with the same DA monogram as the one on my t-shirt. He was dishy!

"Please sign the consent and confidentiality form on the desk." He walked around the room. I blushed as I imagined him watching my derriere clad with the mini shorts and up in the air as I bend down to read, "Discipline Academy, I Julia Meridith agree to be disciplined as Mr Martin-Lewis decides if my performances aren't what they are expected..." I now understood the DA monogram. For a few seconds I was hesitant, my would be coach must have noticed that and answered my silent question,

"You will be spanked on your bare bottom!"

"Oh!"

"If warranted I also have a martinet, a strap and a tawse. If you gain more than two pounds you will be caned."

"Ah!"

"Julia, were you spanked when in school?"

I nodded with a blush.

"Why?"

"Poor grades..."

"Poor grades, Sir!"

He had said that with his loud voice of earlier, and I meekly repeated my answer as told,

"Poor grades, Sir!"

"Were you also strapped?"