It’s a schoolgirl’s life

Hello! Lingerie model and part-time scribbler Pennybird here. (I have a lot of nicknames, don’t I? This latest one is courtesy of the lovely Emily Tilton, a charming and exquisitely talented young lady. Read her books – they’re hot).

Anyway. I know I say this a lot, but sorry for the lack of blog activity of late: I’m working like a well-spanked schoolgirl behind the scenes to try and make my Love Spanks contribution as good as it can be. It’s my first time in such an event and I’m anxious to repay the organisers’ faith in me.

Did I say like a well-spanked schoolgirl? Let’s run with that for a minute.

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Poor Penny. It was all Stacey’s fault, not hers, just like she had tried to explain... Stacey was the one who had put her up to it; she was just the one caught with the spraycan in her hand. That it was red paint only made things worse. And stupid Imogen! Some lookout she turned out to be!

And so poor Penny, surprised mid-prank and unexpectedly friendless, had been marched to the headmistress’s office, red-handed and red-faced... and – subsequent to a very severe telling-off from that lady, a prim tirade including threats of public thrashings and letters home to her parents – had her tight, pristinely white school knickers taken down to her knees and her bottom paddled until it was the reddest Penny part of all. If any of the wretched girl’s so-called friends had been listening at the door their hearts would surely have broken at the pained wails coming from inside. Or perhaps each would simply have been thankful that it wasn’t their own bottom on the receiving end.

And now the disgraced Miss Hasler sits on that sore little bottom, gulping back tears as she writes, and writes, and writes, all alone in that cold, drab classroom...

...and under that wooden school desk, unseen by all, she rubs her thighs together, feeling a wicked, filthy little tingle between her naughty little legs.