Spanking101 Series: Chastised Cheerleaders, M/fff – Sarah Gregory And Amy Fox

Title: “Chastised Cheerleaders: A Lesson in Discipline”

Deep throughout the dimly lit halls of St. Mary’s Academy for Young Women lies a secret that’s about to be unleashed. A trio of raucous, rule-breaking cheerleaders, led by the devious Sarah Gregory, have been skating by on their beauty and allure, however their newest transgression has lastly pushed Coach Fox over the sting.

In a hushed assembly with the strict coach, Sarah, the self-proclaimed queen bee, alongside together with her dutiful minions Liza and Honey, attempt to weasel their means out of hassle with their signature smiles and flirty demeanor. But Coach Fox isn’t prone to their female wiles. Eyes narrowed and voice stern, she lays down the regulation.

“The three of you have been nothing but trouble,” Coach Fox growls, leaning towards her oak desk. “Skipping practice, mouthing off to faculty, thinking you’re above the rules. Well, not anymore.”

Sarah’s eyes widen and Liza gulps audibly. Honey, the youngest and most impressionable, nibbles her lip nervously. They had been so certain their beauty and smarts had them untouchable. But Coach Fox was a drive to be reckoned with.

“You will attend detention every night until I say otherwise,” Coach Fox continues, pacing like a predator stalking prey. “During this time, you will undergo…extra-curricular correction aimed at reforming your delinquent ways.”

The women change frightened glances. Liza hazards, “What kind of correction, Coach?”

A darkish smile spreads throughout Coach Fox’s lips as she reaches into her desk drawer and withdraws a smooth leather-based paddle. Thew:43–> women’ eyes widen and Honey lets out a stunned yelp.

“You will be stripped and spanked soundly across your bare bottoms,” Coach Fox says matter-of-factly. “If that does not get through to you, we’ll move on to more…advanced implements.”

Sarah scoffs, “You can’t do that! It’s illegal!”

“Oh, I assure you I can,” Coach Fox retorts coolly. “And your parents have already signed consent forms. Threat of legal action is no longer a recourse for you, Miss Gregory.”

Sarah sputters indignantly however Coach Fox cuts her off with a pointy gaze. “Detention begins immediately. Strip.”

What follows is a scene of reluctant disrobing because the three bikini-clad magnificence queens are compelled to shed their uniforms. Coach Fox watches them intently, admiring their toned our bodies and barely tremulous expressions. This was going to be enjoyable.

Beginning with Sarah, she bends the insolent woman over her knees, baring her pert ass to the weather and her two gaping pals. Sarah kicks and yowls as the primary punishing smack cracks throughout her backside. But Coach Fox is resolute, delivering measured blows which have the woman dancing and yowling.

Liza is subsequent, already quaking and teary-eyed from watching her good friend’s ordeal. She is whimpering and springy as she kicks, flinching with each walloping affect of the leather-based on her tender flesh.

Honey, winces and trembles in an instinctive paralysis, watching her pals and understanding her flip would quickly come, all of the whereas attempting to measure if the menacing black paddle is any roughly ominous than a easy hand, and fearing the worst.

Coach Fox whistles by the ordeal, smirking with depraved satisfaction on the three groaning, kicking, spread-eagle women on her desk earlier than her, their cries and yowls punctuating the rhythmic smacks of the implement. Her personal respiratory quickens and beads of sweat dot her higher lip. This was really exhilarating.

Once the ladies are served with their spankings, Coach Fox pulls them up and pushes them away, their throbbing bottoms pinking and swishing with each motion, their faces and eyes scorching, moist and reddened. She smiles wickedly, taking of their matted, pained, accused state, and wags the implements of justice.

“You can go,” she smiles, circling them like a canine circling prey, “If I ever see your luscious assets seducing another young man again, this will seem like a Sunday school picnic.”

The women nod meekly in unison, all semblance of satisfaction stripped away by ache and humiliation. For now, the coach had received. But one thing instructed Coach Fox there could be extra to this story because the 12 months progressed …