O and P spanking stories

Friday, May 12, 2023

Switching on the heat part two

Ouch!

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)

Please click the above pic to visit the O&P role play game website...

Thursday, May 11, 2023

Switching on the heat, part one

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)

Please click the above pic to visit the O&P role play game website...

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

Please click our crest to visit our website...

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."