Thursday, April 24, 2025

A story and drawing from our friend Glenmore...

Brigitte Leblanc was 42 years old , and after divorcing decided to pursue her dream to be a professional writer , and was excited to be accepted into the prestigious Glenmore Academy as a mature student.

She excelled over her younger classmates and soon became a favourite of Professor Glenmore , her English Literature teacher.
Professor Glenmore , affectionately known as Professor G , was 5 years older than Brigitte and , like most of the ladies in her class , it wasn't long until she had a serious crush on the handsome Professor .

However , today Brigitte found herself visiting Professor G's private office for all the wrong reasons.
After initially declining in order to finish an important essay for Professor G , She had opted to accept an invitation to go clubbing with some classmates after one of them showed her how to complete her assignment quickly by using AI.
"Don't worry Brigitte , we all do it , and Professor G is old school ....he'll never know!" her younger friend assured her.

However , Professor G did know , and those found guilty of the serious offence of plagiarism were summoned to his office.
Brigitte was the first of the guilty group to go face the music with a very irate Professor G , especially when the young ladies informed her that Professor G was rumoured to punish such behaviour in a very old fashioned way, but effective way ....with 'six of the best' with f the cane on the bottom.
"You must bend over and he even raises your skirt!" they told her .
Brigitte gasped in disbelief and shock , realizing that all she wore beneath her short plaid school skirt was the tiniest of black thongs !

It was a long , nervous walk to Professor G's office and Brigitte paused to compose herself before softly tapping on the door.
"Come in !" came the familiar booming reply which made Brigitte shudder.
She could feel her heart beat faster and at the same time felt a tingling sensation in her bottom.
Would he really cane her as her friends had told her ? This was a serous offence so Brigitte was convinced that when Professor G summoned you to his office you were going to be caned for sure.

She contemplated how embarrassing it would be , having to bend over , touch your toes and have your skirt hoisted to receive the cane on her scantily clad bottom , not to mention how much the cane would sting , and the angry red stripes it left on your bottom for days afterwards.

Brigitte reached back and gave the seat of her short school skirt a preparatory rub , regretting her unfortunate choice of undergarment that day . That tiny black lace thong might be useful for teasing some of her male friends but it would mean her pretty , round bottom would be basically bare for this ordeal!

So , with trepidation Brigitte slowly opened the door and meekly stepped inside , slowly closing it behind her.
Professor G sat behind a huge mahogony desk , glasses perched on his nose examining some papers.
Pausing , he peered at Brigitte through the glasses " Ah Miss Leblanc! Come here please!" he said firmly.

Brigitte was quivering and felt her knees knocking as she slowly approached the big desk , clasping her hands obediently in front of her , head bowed.
The Professor returned his gaze to the papers in front of him while Brigitte fidgeted uncomfortably for what seemed like hours but was less than a minute before he calmly put the papers away , clasped his hands front of him and looked up at her.

Brigitte could feel his eyes piercing right through her and although she tried to avoid his stern gaze she could not.
"Look at me Brigitte!" he ordered and she lifted her chin to allow her pretty , brown eyes to look at his.
"You know why you're here Brigitte don't you?" he asked.
"Yes Professor." Brigitte replied softly , her voice already cracking and her lower lip quivering.
"I plagiarized my report..." she added .

The Professor shook his head , "Yes you did Brigitte , and I'm  very disappointed in you. You're such a talented writer .Why would you do such a thing? Did you really think I wouldn't notice ?" he probed.

"I'm so sorry Professor G , I wanted to go out with some friends so I used AI to get the essay finished fast Sir." Brigitte sobbed.
Professor G sighed , " That showed very poor judgement for a mature student Brigitte and you must be punished for it !" 
"Yes sir! I know!" Brigitte replied , her head bowing again.

There was a pause while Professor G contemplated Brigitte's fate.
"Well Brigitte. What am I to do with you? Should I expel you from my class?" he proposed.Brigitte's eyes bulged , " NO! Please Professor not that !" she pleaded.
The Professor looked seriously at Brigitte , " So would you prefer I deal with this in another manner Brigitte? I must tell you it will not be pleasant!" he informed her.

"Yes sir ! I'm willing to accept whatever punishment you decide!" Brigitte replied anxiously. "So be it then Brigitte . I suppose you've heard the rumour that I can the bottoms of naughty girls like you ?" Professor G asked , rising from his desk to open his desk drawer to retrieve a long thin cane with a curved handle.
"Well they are absolutely true!" he declared , swishing the cane menacingly .

Brigitte flinched , her eyes widening at the sight of the cane , and that tingling in her bottom returned as she contemplated the discomfort it would bring to it.
The Professor was holding the cane in front of him with both hands , bending it as if to demonstrate its flexibility .

"Please bend over and touch your toes Brigitte . You will receive six of the best !" he announced.
Brigitte turned around , bent forward and reached for her toes , pleased that she was still flexible enough to do it.
Upon bending she felt her thong tighten between her cheeks and her short skirt rise up.

The Professor took up his position beside her , taking a moment to take in the delectable sight of Brigitte's shapely posterior , nicely presented for his cane.

He had caned the bottoms of many young ladies in their twenties , but never that of a mature , voluptuous woman in her forties.
With relish he reached for the hem of her skirt and carefully raised it , as if revealing a work of art until Brigitte's glorious twin globes were revealed in all their glory.

They had that beautiful round shape , but were firm , smooth and lily white , framed nicely by that black lace thong that separated her cheeks.
Brigitte thrust her bottom out of the, making her cheeks jiggle slightly in the hope it might appease the Professor for leniency.

"Nice try Mc Leblanc , that manoeuvre has been tried before but never with any success , although it was quite titilating !" Professor G quipped to Brigitte's disappointment.
Brigitte drew a breath , clamped her eyes shut and gripped her ankles .


"This will sting very badly Ms Leblanc but you must remain in position until I give you permission to rise. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes . understood?" he prompted.
"Yes Sir!" came Brigitte's reply.

After a pause , Brigitte heard that 'SWISH!' again as the cane whistled through the air , then she heard a loud 'WHACK!' and at the same time felt a sharp sting across her cheeks.
She grunted and began to gasp when the sting intensified and was quickly followed by the next stinging stroke.
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OW!"

Brigitte couldn't believe how much the cane stung as she felt the red stripes forming on her cheeks.
The third stroke landed shortly after .....
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "AIOOW!"
.....followed by the fourth
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OUCH!"

Her cheeks were burning so badly she could barely accept the remaining strokes but had no choice.
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "AYOOOIE!"
'SWISH!' 'WHACK!' "OOOOW!"
As warned , the final pair of strokes were delivered in quick succession and were the hardest.
"OMIGOSH! OW! MY POOR BOTTOM IS ON FIRE !" Brigitte whined through teary eyes.

"OW! OOW! OUCHIE! IT BURNS ! ÇA BRÛLE!
 
"You may rise Brigitte !" Professor G announced to her relief.
If Brigitte had any hope of maintaining some dignity it quickly disappeared when she leapt to her feet and began hopping and dancing around while she furiously tried to rub the sting out of her cheeks.

Brigitte finally found some composure but continued to rub her bare cheeks while Professor G took his seat.
"I hope you don't mind if I sit Brigitte ....although sitting will be something you will not wish to try for the next little while !" he teased.
"I hope that has taught you a lesson Ms Leblanc because if you are back in my office for a similar offence you'll find yourself over my lap for a good old fashioned spanking on your bare bottom with the hairbrush!" the Professor warned.
interestingly enough , despite her discomfort , Brigitte found the prospect of being draped over the handsome Professor's strong lap quite appealing!
"It won't happen again Professor Glenmore !" Brigitte replied.

As Brigitte turned to leave , Professor G beckoned her to stay , "I want that essay completed properly Brigitte and perhaps we can discuss it this evening.....over dinner?" he mused.
Brigitte's face flushed and a smile played on her face , "I'd like that Professor." she whispered .
"I'll make a reservation at Luigi's for 7 then....they have nice soft seats which you'll appreciate !" he smiled .

Brigitte was glowing at both ends when she exited the Professor's office to find six of her co-accused waiting outside.
"Did he ?" one asked.
"Oh he did alright!" Brigitte grinned , rubbing her bottom. Good luck ladies!" she said.

An hour later , Brigitte was joined in the library by six sore bottomed compatriots to finish their essays properly.
Brigitte squirmed on her seat and chuckled as her friends gasped and moaned when they lowered their bottoms onto their chairs.
"Geez that man knows how to use a cane!" one complained.
Another looked at Brigitte , "Well Brigitte....you first!" 
Brigitte raised a brow , "WHAT?"
"Show us your stripes....it's tradition!" the young lady added.

Brigitte sighed and stood up , "Well if it's tradition!" she said , raising her skirt to reveal six angry red stripes adorning her beautiful rear.
"OUCHIE!" the young lady replied , and one by one the ladies proudly displayed their striped bottoms.
"How am I going to explain this to my boyfriend ?" the young lady asked.
"Yea! It's going to take days before those stripes disappear!" she was informed.
Brigitte smiled , "Let's just call it a badge of honour !" she declared.

Later that evening ,Brigitte stood in the shower , the cold water directed at her still smoldering cheeks as she prepared for her 'date' with Professor G,
She had really gone the extra mile with her essay to please Professor G in order to get into his good books again.
She wrapped a towel around her and stood gazing in her closet , smiling as she stepped into her red lace thong , little black dress and heels , her long hair spilling over her shoulders.

Professor G couldn't believe his eyes when the transformed Brigitte entered the restaurant , her essay proudly tucked under her arm.
The Professor rose to take out her seat and Brigitte carefully lowered herself onto it with as much grace as lady with a sore bottom could.
She grimaced and the Professor smiled , "Still a bit tender are you ?" he asked.
"I think you know I am Professor!" Brigitte replied , handing him her essay.

The Professor studiously read the essay as they enjoyed their pre dinner drinks while Brigitte looked on anxiously.
"Well ?" she asked , unable to read his reaction.
"Frankly I'm quite disappointed Brigitte !" he finally said.
Brigitte was shocked , "WHAT? BUT I...." she began but stopped when the Professor laughed.

"It's wonderful Brigitte . A+! " he said.
Brigitte looked confused .
"I'm disappointed that it's so good. I was rather hoping it wasn't so I could give you that spanking!" the Professor added.
Brigitte pouted , "Well a good spanking might just motivate me to do even better Professor!" 
The Professor smiled , "It's my job to give you all the motivation you need so....." 
"Bare bottom?" Brigitte asked , her bottom tingling again.
"Is there any other way?" the Professor replied.

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Sunday, April 20, 2025

Sports come back part 3

Mr Calvert was finally retired, and he could observe at leisure the girls struggling to climb his hilly street. They had to stand on the pedals of their bikes to reach the top. 

There was the young ladies with light flowery dresses billowing in the breeze. He also appreciated the girls of Westgate Secondary with their uniform kilts, and lately the same Westgate had opened its renovated sports facility to young ladies in need of exercise...

A week ago he spotted his first sporty young lady. She was wearing the Westgate Gym's uniform skirt. The rumors of Miss Fritton encouraging them in the old fashion way was confirmed when her skirt flew.

This Saturday late afternoon he was at his observation post, and there was two girls wearing the same game skirts. As they approached he recognized the one he saw a week ago. They stepped down from their bikes, and pushed them for the last two hundred yards of the steep street.

He took his binoculars for a closer look. They must have reflected the sun. They spotted him and called out, "Pervert!" They hurried back on their bikes and disappeared. He was furious, such insolence! I will have a word with their coach.

Harry the hulk couldn't help a wide grin when he saw that Chrissy had received a belting. She hissed, "Get the cream and give me a rub instead of smiling like a big chump!" 

I wasn't invited! 

I dumped the last bucket of ice cream into the loo, and had a long soak with Epsom salts. The salts weren't actually required, the belting was more stingy than bruising. Even Adriana's caned bum had recovered its peachy condition by the next session.

Next Saturday my thighs were finally spared, I had lost the required two pounds! I still got a well reddened bum for my remaining extra pounds. I had again registered for the whole day. Morning was about pool lengths. We were issued one piece swimsuits, and they weren't too covering! It was for sure about making us self conscious of bums in need of a loosing a few pounds. I discovered how stingy a spanking on a wet bottom could be. I had upset Miss Assistant Coach.

We changed back into our shorts and t.shirts for lunch at the school's cafeteria deserted by its usual pupils. None of us dared to take seconds!

After lunch we were told that we would have a class about nutrition, and we were looking forward to it. I was quite surprised when an alarmed Chrissy whispered into my ear, "That pervert has just entered Miss Fritton's office!"

Ten minutes later Miss F caught up with us.

"Janet and Chrissy, I was told of your rude behavior. I am going to teach you to be more respectful of your elders." She grabbed our ears, and led us to her office.

We would never know what he told her, and didn't want to be dropped from her program after having dropped on a few pounds.

"Take your shorts and knickers right off!"

We obeyed and noticed with dancing eyebrows that she had left the door of her office opened, but we didn't dare mention it.
 
She sat on some sort of stool.

I stood bare from my navel with my hands in front of my muff while she spanked Chrissy. She spanked fast and methodically, and alternated between and her bum and her thighs, it was like forever. Chrissy rolled her bum, kicked her legs, and couldn't escape. She showed everything, and got her bum tanned crimson!

I saw quite a few of our gym classmates watching through the opened door, and blushed!

I was next, pulled across her knees as a little girl. She grabbed my wrists behind my back and smack!

 
 
 
It was a long, very long spanking, and my bum and thighs burned and burned. I couldn't imagine them burning more, but they did. They burned till incandescent, and my spanking wasn't over. 
As Chrissy I eventually sniffled.

Then she helped me up, and I rubbed and rubbed my bum and thighs while dancing on the spot as when I was a little girl.

"Your noses on the wall outside my office or leave now."

Blushing as peony we obeyed. Hands on top of our heads, nose on the wall, we exposed our rubicund derrieres and upper thighs for everyone one to see.

Ten minutes later we were given back our knickers and shorts. We very carefully sat for the nutrition lesson. The cool wooden seat was first a blessing, then it became very hard, and we squirmed.

On the way back home we spotted the sun's reflection into the binocular of our perv. We stepped down from our bikes so he wouldn't have a chance to see our skirts flying while pedaling above our saddles. 

Chrissy's hulk was waiting for her with cream. I became jealous! I continued riding till the old bike shop. I few months ago I bought a pannier for my bike. I discovered the new owner, and remembered that he was dishy.

Discreetly and with a few tissues to keep my fingers clean I pulled my bike's chain out off its gears. Then I rolled up my skirt and pushed my bike till the shop. I was quite shy to enter his workshop with my game skirt rolled up and my well smacked derriere and thighs, but I was too jealous of Chrissy and Harry. I mused. "You can't have an omelette without breaking the eggs."

I took a deep breath and bravely said. "Good afternoon Sir, please I need help, there's something wrong with my bike..." 
 He looked me up and down, and smiled. He was obviously seduced. I again mused, '...break a few more eggs!'

I turned around, and bent with legs straight to reach for the pedal and tried to work it. "Its stuck!" I felt his eyes caressing my thighs, he for sure saw that I was well punished, and I deeply blushed. He pulled my bike up onto his work bench.

It wasn't a question, "You are attending the Westgate adult sports program..." I blushed the more and nodded. "...my sister has joined, but she opted out of the discipline program..." 

I blurted out, "A chicken !" 

For a millisecond I had my hand in front of my mouth after having said that. "I am sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect !" 

He smiled, "Yes, she has explained how those who opted out are called chickens."

He had repaired my bike and I asked, "How much do I how you ?" His blue eyes sparkled, "Dinner with me tonight?"

"With pleasure!"

Janet

To be continued...

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