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»You're cute, Pierre!«, he said to me, »we will be good friends!«, and just to prove that fact he put his hand on my bare thigh. By starting at a new school I certainly needed a few new friends too, Paul was a likely fellow and it would surely never be boring with him! He had been at the school for a year already and therefor was a good source of important information about life at the Spanking School, as he was calling the noble institution. And when he asked me, if I had been spanked lately I could only blush: I wasn't to tell him that I had, and that by my own sister!

 

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Pierre d'Amour

Spanking School

A place where nobody gets away without a redhot butt!

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Spanking School

 

Spanking School

by Pierre d'Amour

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

 

Pierre d'Amour:

SPANKING SCHOOL

 

A place where nobody gets

away without a redhot butt!

 

Cover photo from Pinterest

without a copyright attached

 

 

 

 

 

1 - Escape from Hell

 

 Escape from Hell

 

»I love blond boys!«, the guy next to me on the seat in the bus said and smiled at me. He was probably a year older than me, he had a very cheeky face and bright green eyes, sparkling with mischief. He introduced himself as Paul, and he was sure that we were traveling to same place: the prestigious boarding school of Saint Martin in Cruseaux, a village in the foothills of the Pyrenees. »You're cute, Pierre!«, he said to me, »we will be good friends!«, and just to prove that fact he put his hand on my bare thigh. By starting at a new school I certainly needed a few new friends too, Paul was a likely fellow and it would surely never be boring with him! He had been at the school for a year already and was a good source of important information about life at the Spanking School, as he called the noble institution. And when he asked me, if I had been spanked lately I could only blush: I wasn't to tell him that I had, and that by my own sister!

 

Sophie was a naughty girl, she wanted to be a teacher one day and therefor she had to practice a lot, and of course I was her only pupil! She had her classroom set up in the basement and had to give me a lecture most afternoons after school or after dinner. Mum was extremely proud of my willingness to learn and impressed by the skills of her daughter, if she would have known how badly I did in my tests and how I was punished for my bad results she would have intervened earlier. Sophie was deeply believing into the educational values of corporal punishment, and my poor bum was her preferred target - therefor my after school work was never satisfying her! Of course it was just a game and I liked to play it: Miss Sophie was a sexy teacher with nice breasts and a cute bottom, she was a pleasure to watch when she got upset with me and told me, that I was in trouble again! Soon she got bored to punish my laziness over my shorts and from then on I had to take them off, and the sight of my white underpants made her even more enthusiastic!

 

»Did it hurt?«, Paul wanted to know and rubbed my thigh to give me comfort, of course it did and so I blushed again, my new friend was impressed with my honesty and said: »Oh, my poor Pierre, and you probably got aroused by it too!« How the hell did he know - of course it had been unavoidable that even my underpants had to fall for the punishment one day: Sophie was needing to see more colour, as she had explained to me. To get spanked onto the naked bum isn't only the most humiliating way to do it, especially by your own sister, it is also the most painful way: Sophie's hands stung like nettles! Paul's hand had reached the seam of my shorts by now, and when a couple of his fingers were sneaking inside I realised, that I was aroused, just by thinking about Sophie's spankings, which had never failed to give me an erection, which she called the dirty little piglet and therefor never touched. Not that I would have wanted her to: a spanking was a purely educational matter but to touch our genitals would have been incest!

 

Quite an opposite philosophy to Paul's: his fingers had reached the bulge of my balls in my underpants and found the opening to creep inside - of course I was ashamed: nobody had ever touched me there, but there was also curiosity involved and a certain thrill of being caught in a corner without an escape: Paul had me by the balls and I had nowhere to run! I was staring out of the window at the rugged landscape when he found the little piglet in my underpants and took hold of it! »You're very pretty, Pierre!«, he was whispering in my ear, »and now you are mine!« My poor dickel was squirming in his grip like a fish on land and only to prevent a sticky mess in my underpants I promised Paul, to be his - whatever that meant, it wouldn't kill me in the way Sophie had done! After she had found herself a cane stick she began to lay it on me, she made an art form out of it to burning different patterns of pain onto my bottom - it was time for me to opt out: the pain was growing bigger than the pleasure, and all the fun had disappeared!

 

And when Mum finally saw my striped bottom in the shower the fire was in the roof: Papa was caning Sophie in the basement and Mum was rubbing some soothing cream onto my burning buttocks, and after a somber dinner the decision was reached, that I was better off for a while in a safe place like a boarding school, and because Papa had been educated at Saint Martin's I was sent there too! I definitely need a change and so I had agreed - if all girls were as vicious as my sister I was probably better off with the boys anyway! Now, with my hard dickel in Paul's hand I wasn't that sure anymore about that guess, and when he told me about his latest spanking from his uncle the day before I had doubts about traveling in the right direction - if my escape from Sophie was ending up in Spanking School I could even be worse off: I was only an average student and quite clumsy when it came to physical exercises - every teacher would find plenty of reasons in my efforts to keep me back after class to beat some sense into my poor bottom!

 

The boarding school of Saint Martin's was a big stylish mansion in an enclosure of a crumbling rock wall, in-midst of an old park full of crooked mountain oaks and black fir trees - a perfectly intriguing setting for a murder mystery! But Paul showed no fear as we were entering the dark hall through the heavy double doors, he knew his way around and brought me straight to the principal's office for enrollment - there was a musky smell in the corridor, the strange odour of tradition and correctness mixed with a whiff of fear and a pinch of pain! Principal Stinger was a robust man in his early forties in a proper suit behind an impressive desk, he thanked Paul for bringing me in and then he told him to wait outside - he said to me, that he was remembering my father well, and that it had been a wise decision to send me here for my further education! But I had serious doubts about that now: there was a sign on the wall behind the principal's desk, which spelled out loud and clear: that a spanking a day was keeping the mischief away!

 

Stinger took a complete school uniform out of the wardrobe and put the whole bundle on the desk: there were some crisp white socks and jocks on top of the grey shorts, the white shirt, a dark red tie and the deep blue jacket with the embroidered logo on the lapel in red and gold. »Change, Pierre, and then you will be one of us!«, he said to me and then he sat down into his padded principal chair to watch the show. I found it absolutely difficult to undress in front of a grown man, but Stinger had probably seen all his boys in the nude already and I wasn't to prove myself a coward! When I was naked Stinger waved me over at his side for a closer inspection probably for medical reasons, just to check out if I was clean and healthy - he had to fondle my balls and to pull my dickel, he had to bend me over his knees to inspect my backside too, to look for recent abuse. Sophie's last punishment had healed well by now, but I was sure, that the pattern of her vicious cane strokes must still have been clearly imprinted on my pale buttocks!