From: Jenny Morant <100576.724@compuserve.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Jennifer loses at hockey
Date: Tue, 30 Apr 1996 19:41:56 -0700

I hate games. They usually involve running around a
muddy field, half naked in the middle of winter. I have
other means of keeping fit. With this in mind, I usually
bunked off. As was usual on a Wednesday afternoon, we had
double games so I spent the lunch break forging an excuse note from my
mother. It was just my bad luck that our usual games mistress was off 
sick with an infection and Miss Adams was standing in.

It seemed to me that every time our paths crossed I
ended up with an extremely sore bottom. This occasion was
no exception. Miss Adams saw my note for the fraud it was,
whereon she promptly placed me over her lap and delivered
a dozen stinging blows to my posterior with an old gym shoe.

Consequently I was later getting changed and followed the
others out onto the field dragging my hockey stick behind me
and reflecting on the painful way my life had turned in recent
days. It seemed to me that Miss Adams and I were playing out
a secret game to which only we knew the rules. Not that I
minded, but I wondered how long it would be before some of
my class mates cottoned on.

I was still mulling this over as we stood in line awaiting
our instructions about the forthcoming hockey match. Not that
I was interested. Absent mindedly massaging my throbbing
bottom, I allowed my attention to stray over to where the
boys were playing rugby. A game I understood little and
cared less. I was completely unaware that I was being addressed.

"Jennifer!"
"Oh, sorry Miss," I started back to reality.
"I sometimes wonder what planet you're on," Mis Adams
scolded.
"Zorg," I said.

This was a big mistake. My flippancy brought peals of laughter from my
peers but a cold stare from our mistress. "Step over here,! she 
instructed.
Silently I did as she said. The others fell silent. It was one thing to
enjoy the spectacle of my public beatings, but quite another to risk a 
sore
bottom oneself - as Suzanne found out in the toilets a few days 
previously. It was alright for her, she hadn't had another spanking in 
the meantime to aggravate the discomfort. My poor bum was still smarting 
from the gymshoe a few minutes ago.

"Turn around and face the group."
I turned. One or two smirked but stifled them when fixed
with that iron gaze.
"Now, bend down and place both hands on the ground."
Sighing inwardly, I leaned forward and placed my palms
outstretched on the frosted mud. It was freezing cold to
the touch and I shivered. As she lifted my gym skirt over
my waist and lowered my knickers the freezing cold air
cooled my firey buttocks.

Looking through my parted legs, I watched as my punisher
pushed my feet further apart with hers, exposing my crack
to the cold air. From where she was, she could see
everything, including my puckered anus. I instinctively
flinched it, trying to pull my cheeks together.

"You are the most disobedient, insolent young woman I have
ever encountered," she said. "How many times have I been
forced to cane or spank you?"

I didn't reply.

"I asked you a question."
"Sorry, I thought you were being rhetorical."

Again sniggers from my classmates.

"Shut up!" They stopped. "How many?" She repeated the
question.
"Three."
"And after three painful experiences, you come back for
more."
I didn't reply.
"Well?"
"Yes, miss."
"Yes, miss."

I watched as she stepped back and I could see everything
as she swung her hockey stick high into the air like a
golfer. Although I braced myself, nothing could prepare me
for the force of that blow. CRACK! down onto my bare bottom. The sound
echoed across the field and I staggered forward under its force, losing
balance and falling face down in the frozen mud. I could see the boys
breaking from their rugby to watch the entertainment.

"Get up."

Awkwardly I staggered onto all fours and resumed my
position with my bottom prepared for the next stroke.
Miss Adams watched, breathing heavily after her exertion.
"Now, what do you say?"

"Sorry?" I mumbled.
"No." She lifted the hockey stick above her shoulders and
brought it crashing down on my waiting arse. CRASH!
"Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh!" I cried in pain , tears filled my
eyes and I could barely see as my bottom bucked under the
force of the blow and my lips kissed the mud.

"You say: Thankyou, miss Adams for administering the
punishement I so richly deserve."

I whimpered.

Again the hockey stick rose in the air. I clenched my
buttocks together and bucked under the stroke as it slapped
into the flesh CRACK! "AAAAghhh!"

"What do you say?"
"Thankyou for punishing me."

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! "Now say it properly."

"Th, Th, thankyou for, for administering the punishment I
so richly deserve."
"Good." Once more she liftd the stick. CRASH!
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" I stumbled forwards and landed onece
more in the mud.
"Get up."
I lifted my bottom so that she could aim at it again. CRASH!
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

Then it stopped. I started to stand. "No. Stay where you
are." So I stayed for the ninety minutes of the hockey match
- my bare red bottom exposed to the whole school while they
played hockey.

Afterwards in the showers my classmates admired the red
welts. One or two ran their fingers over the raised lumps
causing me to flinch. My bare arse felt like I had been
sitting in a fire. I could see in the mirror that the "J"
shaped weals left by the hockey stick were hardening into
welts over the old purple bruises left by the toilet brush
a few days ago. I looked across at Suzanne and noticed that
her bruises were starting to yellow and fade.

I was beginning to wonder whether my bottom would ever
return to its original creamy white.

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