O and P spanking stories

Thursday, January 18, 2024

You haven't done your homework!

You are invited to role-play with us !

Oaks and Pines School Role Pay Game

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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Monday, January 15, 2024

Oaks and Pines School is an online role-play game for adults.

Oaks and Pines is a private finishing school for girls set in Switzerland. Affectionately known as the School for Princesses by the girls themselves. They are privileged girls, but without airs and graces. It's a very traditional school with a rigorous routine of classes and old fashioned discipline, where the girls make their own fun with pranks and all kinds of adventures. The girls are loyal and look after each other. Bullying is unheard of and it feels to them like they're part of a big happy family.

Parents send their daughters to O&P to give them the best education that money can buy and to ensure that happens the girls are strictly supervised by the Principal and tutors who are firm, but fair. No girl is ever punished unjustly.

The school is located on the shores of Lake Geneva, near Montreux, in the shadow of the majestic Alps. The girls reside in a beautiful 18th century Château set in a large arboreal park. Schoolrooms, tutors' studies, apartments, a library, a common room, 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 well 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 the use of a cane, or a strap is not unheard of.

In our role-play game you enter this world of fantasy, playing the part of a high school aged girl. You design your character, give her a name and invent her family and schooling history. You send us a photograph from the web so we can see what she looks like. And finally you tell us about her previous experience with corporal punishment and what your expectations are in that area.

If you are worried about your writing ability, don't! We don't care about your grammar, or your spelling! As long as you have the imagination to write you are a writer!

If you are interested in joining our role-play game, as a pupil or a teacher we invite you to visit our Oaks and Pines website at https://oaks-and-pines.com/ and to prepare a profile, introducing your role-play character which you send to oaksandpines@hotmail.com. If you like we can help you prepare your profile giving hints and suggestions of what to include. Just drop us a line via email expressing your interest and we'll get back to you.

By submitting an application you are confirming that you are over the age of 21 years. Should the owner or moderators feel that you have misrepresented your age, we shall ask you to leave as this is a game for adults only.

To sum up.

If you want to play a schoolgirl and have your knickers taken down for a spanking when misbehaving, or if you want to be the teacher who's spanking her. Then come and join us at O&P!

If you miss your schooldays and like making new friends.

Then join come and join us at O&P! For fun and adventures!

If you are looking for a realistic online writing game.

Then come and join us at O&P! For fun and adventures!

A new world awaits you, where your dreams will come true.

Please visit our website: https://oaks-and-pines.com/

If you have any questions, or would like more information,

then please email us at oaksandpines@hotmail.com

O&P

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

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Sunday, January 14, 2024

Alicia and the magic ring part 12/12

The four switches of Grandma/Mom in the 70's had proved to be as convincing as her cane, and back in the present I had again applied myself.

Within a few months, I eventually aced all the exams the bank had to offer, and was given my own branch in a great neighborhood.

Years later...

It had been one of those family reunion in our old house in the country. The one I had known as Alicia in the 70's, with the old tower clock next to the corner where I stood with a red bum more times than I can remember.

Grandma/Mom of the 70's had left us. I was now the Grandma/Mom, and my daughter was helping me clean up.

I suddenly realized that she is wearing the magic ring! It had to mean that she was both my daughter and my grand daughter. I soon had no doubt when she presented me her report card with a girlish blush.

I kept her standing in front of the old massive kitchen table, and while she was fidgeting and tugging down her miniskirt, I slowly studied her report card.

"Two Ds, you know what it means. Its the cane, four strokes for each of them. Take off your skirt and knickers, drop them on the table, and bring me your cane." She disappeared up the stairs with both hands trying to hide her naked bum.

Two minutes later, with a hand shyly trying to hide her curls, and a shameful blush, she came back with her cane.

I took it and ordered. "Bend across the table, and grab the other end."

With the magic ring, they both shared the same bottom without knowing it, and they both knew and expected to be punished for these poor grades. One of them probably expecting it to be more severe for voluntarily wearing the ring.

I had the cane whistling in the air, and she tightly closed her legs. I was sure that at least one of them knew that she would soon show everything she has while dancing and gyrating her bum under the chastising rod.

With a flick of the wrist I had the cane hissing, and that naughty bottom rippled under the impact.

A very convincing "AIEEEEEE!" followed.

The second stroke landed exactly two centimeters above the first stripe which was already reddening.

It was acknowledged by an "OUCHEEE!"

The third stroke landed exactly two centimeters below the first stripe which was now crimson.

This time it was "AH! OH! AIEEEEE!" with a dance revealing her fuzzy peach, both young ladies into one were now quite self conscious of their shameful exhibition, and feeling well punished with incandescent welts now turning purple as they clawed their bottoms.

With three more strokes they both sang and dance the more with the same voice and bottom. One of them got what she deserves. The other got what she had sought, and I made sure that she wasn't disappointed.

"I am letting you off the last two strokes, but next month if you have another D it will be six instead of four."

"Yes... sniff... Ma'am, sorry... sniff... Ma'am... sniff..."

"Ten minutes in the corner with your hands atop your head, and don't rub!"

Their common decorated derriere was quite a sight as it danced and wriggled in the old corner. The tall mirror of the bathroom would remind them of that punishment for a few days, but they would both remember it until their next report card.

I wondered if next month she would again be wearing the magic ring. I wasn't too surprised to see that she did.

The following month they avoided another D. Without knowing it they must have worked together, but they didn't do better than a C minus. It meant the belt, and the shortest miniskirt. I searched their commode with the old record player and a new laptop. I knew all the tricks, and made sure that it was the shortest pleated miniskirt. She/they would be feeling like a well punished schoolgirl for the whole weekend.

It took six months before the cane again visited that bottom...

Epilogue

My daughter became a famous doctor, as for my grand-daughter she went on to be a cardiologist. I imagined my great grand daughter discovering the ring and becoming a surgeon...

Janet who was Alicia, and again Janet, before being Mom and Grandma.

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