[The Female Teacher's Confession]

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" Father, forgive me, I have sinned.
"
Father Johnson had heard this familiar voice countless times that day.
He had thought that by this time all the penitents would have left his church, but there was still

one person confessing.
"Father, I have committed a great sin..."
"My child, everyone is sinful except God. Confess your sins and

repent as I tell you, and you will surely be forgiven. My daughter, now tell me what sin you have committed?"
The priest recognized the penitent's voice.
Her name was Sophia.
Shannon, only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, was a teacher at the local school. This young and beautiful woman

began to confess her sins.
"Father, I am a teacher at a boys' school. This week, the headmaster lent me a very precious book. I

accidentally damaged the book, tearing two pages. Repairing this book will be very expensive. So I

had a crooked idea.
There is a not-so-bright boy in my class named John. I gave him the book and made him

believe that he had torn it." Then I returned the book to the headmaster, saying that John had torn it.
"The headmaster was a little angry with me, but he hated John even more. He called John to his office and

whipped him eight times with a cane. John was badly beaten and was still crying afterward; he can't even

sit up .
I didn't expect him to be punished like that, and so badly injured. I didn't know the headmaster was still

using the cane, but he said, 'It's the most effective punishment for an eighteen-year-old boy. How can I be

forgiven?'"
The priest remained silent; he had initially thought it was just a matter of "sex." Now he considered this sin

far more serious.
The priest began, “My daughter, your sins are grave. You failed to properly safeguard

the precious books someone lent you, you lied and set a trap of deception, and most importantly, you caused an innocent boy,

defenseless and immense suffering. There are only two paths to forgiveness. The first is

better: you go to John and the headmaster, tell them the truth, apologize, and reimburse them for the cost of repairing the books.

Can you do that, my child?”
“No, Father,” Sophia murmured, “I can’t… What is the other path?”
“That is a painful path, my daughter. Your own body must suffer the same punishment as that

boy . Can you bear it, my child?”
After a moment of silence, Sophia calmly said, “If you punish me yourself and keep it a secret,

I will bear it.”
“There is no reason for anyone else to know. Come to church tomorrow night at eight o’clock; no one will be there then. Can you bring a cane

from school ?”
“Yes, Father, I can do that. What should I wear? Can I wear clothes while I’m being punished?

Or should I expose my body?” Father Johnson pondered for a moment. He was a celibate man and didn’t want to be

tempted unnecessarily.
You must wear thin trousers, no underwear. This will keep you dignified without

lessening the punishment of the cane.
Sophia left the church with a still guilty heart, while Father Johnson was somewhat bewildered,

unsure if his decision was right.
The next evening at eight o’clock, the priest stood in the empty, slightly chilly church, waiting, unsure if

Sophia would come.
But he hadn’t waited long when a tall, beautiful woman with black hair approached.
She wore a long coat and carried a large shopping bag.
The young female teacher blushed when she saw the priest. She slowly approached him, untied

the strap , and handed him a long, thin cane—a large school cane.
“Let’s begin,” the priest said, locking the church door behind him. The church doors were usually open;

this was an exception.
"Take off your coat, bend down, grab your legs, and grab as low as you can..."
As Sofia bent down, he raised the cane.
He had previously been a teacher at a Catholic boys' school, often using the cane on naughty boys, but

never on girls, let alone a fully mature woman.
As the female teacher bent forward, her full buttocks completely filled her light yellow trousers,

the tight fabric revealing the curves of her hips.
The priest tried to suppress his desires, noticing with satisfaction that the trousers she wore were indeed

very thin , allowing him to see that she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready, Father." The priest raised the cane high. Then he lashed it down with all his might.
The cane whistled through the air, striking Sofia's buttocks hard, the tip digging deep into her right buttock

.
The female teacher had only ever been slapped on the buttocks by her mother when she was a little girl; she had never suffered such

severe punishment before. The pain far exceeded her imagination.
She screamed, almost sitting upright, but she managed to hold it in.
The priest waited a few seconds, and just as the pain in the teacher's buttocks intensified, the cane

struck . This time, the strike was parallel to the first, only slightly lower, but equally

vicious.
Now that Sofia knew what the cane felt like, she was mentally prepared, and the psychological impact lessened

.
But the intense stinging pain was unbearable, and she felt her eyes welling up with tears. She gripped

her trouser leg tightly and tried to think of the suffering of the Virgin Mary, hoping to alleviate the pain in her buttocks.
The priest then carefully chose the spot for the third strike after a few seconds, and with a

crisp the cane lashed viciously across the lower edge of the teacher's buttocks.
The priest saw the soft rattan embed itself deeply into the flesh of the buttocks, which was tightly covered by a thin cloth, and then

spring back high. This caused the young and beautiful female teacher to scream in pain, her whole body trembling.
As Father Johnson watched the woman's buttocks writhe in pain, a strange feeling

rose .
The priest, a lifelong celibate, detached from all worldly pleasures, felt a strange stirring within him as

the young body contorted in pain. Her full, sexy buttocks, tightly encased in thin, light yellow trousers

, writhed wildly in agony, and this sight evoked a long-forgotten feeling.
He desperately tried to banish this impure desire; he wanted to severely punish the very buttocks that had

aroused it.
He swung the cane with unusual force, striking the teacher's buttocks with a blow

seemingly imbued with religious hatred.
The cane stung the teacher's upturned buttocks, the most tender and

fleshy part of a woman's body, and with a deafening "crack," the beautiful teacher

screamed and jumped up, immediately covering her aggravated buttocks with her hands.
She straightened up, trembling all over, her legs constantly shifting as she lifted and lowered them. Her slender fingers gently

stroked her aching, tender buttocks, her pretty face streaked with tears and sweat. The priest looked at this pitiful

little beauty, and a sense of pity replaced the nameless anger that had previously surged within him.
"My child, your punishment is only half complete. I will give you four more lashes on your bottom. You must

be brave. Perhaps holding onto something will make it feel better. Let's go to the pulpit over there; you

can grab the railing below."
Sofia, still clutching her buttocks, staggered to the pulpit.
As the priest instructed, she bent down and gripped the railing tightly.
When the priest saw the teacher's mature, full buttocks, now

raised high , his anger rekindled. Regardless, this beautiful and sexy young teacher had done

something despicable; even if her buttocks were bruised and battered, it wouldn't be an injustice.
He decided that the next four strikes would hit the same spot as the first four, and be even harder. After all,

she was seven or eight years older than the boy she had wronged; she deserved her punishment.
The fifth strike came down hard, as if a scorching flame was burning across Sofia's buttocks

.
She screamed, the excruciating pain in her buttocks causing her whole body to spasm. She had never realized before that

such unbelievable pain existed in the world, like hellfire searing her buttocks.
Her hands gripped the bar tightly, her fingers turning white.
"Crack..." Sofia was already praying silently, but when the sixth strike landed on her buttocks, she

couldn't help but scream loudly. Tears of pain welled up in her beautiful eyes, streamed down her pretty face,

and dripped onto the floor.
"Snap..." The cane lashed the female teacher's lower buttocks again. Because the thin trousers

clung tightly to this area, they offered no protection whatsoever. The cane struck her

buttocks directly, causing the teacher to let out a piercing scream. Her buttocks writhed and twisted in pain. Her last vestige of

consciousness made her only want to escape the pain, completely disregarding her image and

oblivious to the fact that she was now essentially displaying her sexy, alluring

buttocks .
The priest watched the beautiful, sexy teacher's plump buttocks writhing and twisting, desperately trying to resist the

surging flood of desire within him. He swung the cane with all his might and struck her lower buttocks again

with a "smack..."
"Ah..."
This time, the blow landed squarely on the same spot, sending the female teacher's head flying backward,

her black hair flying everywhere. Her scream echoed for a long time in the empty church...
"You can get up now, my daughter," Sofia said slowly, straightening up. She groaned; the slightest

movement intensified the pain in her buttocks, and her legs could barely support her body.
After a while, she finally stood up straight, turning to look at the priest, but she couldn't speak; she was still weeping.
The priest handed her a handkerchief and let her calm down for a moment. Finally, he said, "In

the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I declare that you are forgiven. You can go back in peace, my child..."
Sofia could only take small steps forward, and even so, the friction of her trousers made her

buttocks ache unbearably.
The priest handed the cane back to her, and she quickly stuffed it into the shopping bag.
Back home, Sofia carefully took off her pants and saw in the mirror that her once-proud buttocks

were now a horrific sight. Her entire buttocks were swollen, with seven clearly visible, blood-red welts.

The last two lashes had torn the tender skin of her two buttock mounds, and the overlapping welts were oozing

tiny beads of blood.
That night, she lay naked on the bed, feeling a sense of atonement, but her buttocks would

ache for a long time, especially whenever she sat down.
Translator's Afterword: Dear readers, this story has come to an end, but as far as the translator knows, it is a

true story, and this is only the beginning. Much more is to come. Below, the translator will

briefly recount some of what he has heard, for the reader's enjoyment.
Sophia, a young and beautiful teacher, felt remorse for her misdeeds and went to church to confess. She was punished and

thought she had absolved her sins, but the pain in her buttocks was slow to heal. Worst of all, for the first

few days she could barely sit, and her colleagues noticed several extra cushions on her chair.
She was already the school's most beautiful young teacher, so these unusual occurrences

naturally attracted attention.
Adding to the problem, the boy she initially thought was slow to react eventually realized that he hadn't

even , so how could he have torn the pages?
About a month later, the matter finally came to light. The boy's father, Old John—a burly,

bull-like man—repeatedly approached the principal, threatening to report her to the education bureau and even

the courts.
The principal also found the matter somewhat suspicious. She wouldn't lend such an expensive book to a student,

and even if she were, why would she lend it to such a dull-witted student instead of an excellent one?
Finally, under questioning from the principal and Old John, Sophia had no choice but to confess everything and offered financial

compensation . She was already guilty, and many details she gave were completely inconsistent. Old John, now

even more unforgiving, insisted on taking the matter to court.
After much mediation from the principal, Old John finally proposed a private settlement, but his condition wasn't financial

compensation . He demanded that the female teacher let him have fifty strokes of the cane, and that she take off her pants so he could punish her naked. However, he

agreed to be a witness at the scene.
After some haggling, the principal and he agreed on thirty strokes.
At this point, Old John refused to budge, saying he would take the matter to court unless his conditions were met.
Finally, the principal told Old John to wait two days for a response. In truth, Sofia had virtually no choice.

If Old John reported her to the education bureau, she would certainly be fired. In that country, someone with such a record would find it very difficult to find a good

job, let alone become a teacher again. And if Old John took her to court, the consequences would be even more

unimaginable .
After Old John left, the principal looked at the female teacher standing before his desk, her face full of shame, and felt a surge of smugness. First,

he couldn't wait to see this beautiful and sexy teacher strip naked and have Old John whip her bare bottom. Besides,

he had other plans.
He sneered at the female teacher, "My beautiful lady, that's a good lie. Making me do something so

stupid , torturing an innocent fool, I've already paid Old John a sum of money. Go back and think

it over. You have to give Old John an answer in two days. I see you have no choice. After his business is over, I'll

settle our score with you."
Sophia turned and walked away, her slender waist accentuated by her full, pert buttocks encased in black

tights The principal stared intently at those fleshy buttocks,

a lewd grin spreading across his face…
The Female Teacher's Nightmare (Part 1)
After admitting to the principal and Old John that she had accidentally torn the principal's book and then framed Little John

, Old John proposed that the only way to settle things privately was for him to whip Sophia's bare buttocks

thirty , otherwise he would appeal to the education bureau and even file a lawsuit in court.
He gave Sophia only two days to consider. Sophia had taken two days off; her mind was a

mess , and she couldn't attend classes at all.
The principal granted her leave, thinking it was a
classic case of playing hard to get. Sophia was alone at home, her mind in a daze.
The thought of stripping naked in front of that rude old John, exposing her proud buttocks, and having

him whip her thirty times with a cane was utterly unthinkable.
And the principal would see it all; how could she face him afterward? But she didn't dare leave him out,

because she was even more uncertain about old John's character.
Besides these humiliating factors, she now knew that the feeling of being whipped on the buttocks with a cane was absolutely

unbearable. Last time with the priest, she was wearing only trousers, and just eight strokes were enough to cause her

unbearable .
This time, old John was going to whip her bare buttocks thirty times…
She felt this man had a sadistic streak. Remembering the way old John had stared at her that day, she

hesitated. She wanted to back out, she wanted to run away… but upon closer inspection, neither seemed realistic.
Two days passed quickly. Just after six o'clock that afternoon, a soft phone call

startled . She nervously picked up the phone.
The principal's voice came from the other end: "Miss Sophia, what's your decision? We

need to give Old John an answer first thing tomorrow morning."
After a moment of silence, Sophia stammered, "I guess I don't have any other choice...?"
"Yes, that's what I think too. You might have to accept it. If you decide to agree to Old John's

request, please come to the school immediately. There are some details I need to confirm with you so I can give Old

John ."
Sophia's residence wasn't far from the school. Half an hour later, Sophia arrived at the principal's office.
The principal smiled and invited her to sit across from him at his desk, then took out several sheets of beautifully printed paper.
"Old John is very interested in punishing you. He proposed a plan, and I spent

most of the day .
Now let's take a look together. There are some parts I need to explain to you. If you agree, sign it;

otherwise, he will still appeal."
So the principal began to look at the draft on the table and said:
"First of all, Old John said that in order to make you remember this lesson, the punishment must be very formal and serious.

So before the formal punishment—thirty lashes on your bare bottom with a cane—there must be a 'warm-up' first,

which is... um... you lie on his lap, and then he slaps your bottom with his palm!" As he spoke, the principal

looked up at Sophia, who had her head down and a blush on her face.
The principal continued, "This 'warm-up' has three steps. First, you can wear pants, but he

insists you must wear the thin black leggings he wore when he saw you in this office last time…

and for the top… uh, the same tight t-shirt you wore that day. Second, you have to take off your pants, leaving only your underwear—

it has to be the thin, small, tight kind."
He raised his eyelids slightly and quickly continued, "Third… uh… you have to take off your underwear too, and let

him slap your bare bottom with his palm."
After reading this, he looked up and saw Sophia's face flushed red to her neck.
The principal added, "He initially proposed that each step would last fifteen minutes. I argued with him for a long time,

and finally he agreed to five minutes for each of the first two steps and ten minutes for the last step. What do you think?"
His tone seemed to carry a hint of sympathy, but Sophia intuitively felt that this guy had ill intentions and

was somewhat gloating.
The principal continued, "After the 'warm-up,' you'll stand facing the corner to reflect on your actions. Your buttocks will,

of course be completely naked for twenty minutes..."
"Then comes the formal punishment: you must remove your upper body clothing, except for your bra, and then..."

You bend over and support yourself on a chair... uh... so Old John can whip your bare bottom with a cane.
After that, you have to stand in the corner for twenty minutes to reflect on your actions, and finally thank him until he thinks your punishment

is over and allows you to put your clothes back on. Also, before the 'warm-up' activities and before the formal punishment, you

have to explain to Old John why you are being punished, "um... why your bottom is being punished, and ask him to punish your bottom...

"
"What, I have to ask him to whip my bottom, and then thank him??" Sophia was both angry and ashamed,

and almost cried.
"Yes, he insists on... uh... following the proper procedure. Throughout your punishment, you

must call him Mr. John."
"You should thank me here. After a long negotiation, he's agreed to twenty-five lashes.

I told him even an adult man can't withstand thirty lashes with a cane, let alone a young woman like you, especially since he

insists on using the largest cane. I said that's the punishment for serious offenders. Although he finally agreed to

twenty-five lashes, he said that no punishment is too severe for what you've done. So, this is

the minimum punishment for you this time. If he thinks you've misbehaved, he can increase the punishment at any time. He said

he'll beat your backside until it never forgets this punishment. Be careful."
Sophia was filled with anger, shame, and fear, her eyes already brimming with tears, silently cursing these two

inhuman men.
"Alright, please sign here. I don't see there's any other way, but you'll get through this. Old John promised that

once the punishment is over, it'll be over, and he promises not to tell anyone about it."
As he spoke, he shoved a pen into Sophia's hand and pushed the several crucial "

agreements " in front of her. Sophia, dazed, followed his instructions and signed her name with trembling hands. There were

three copies of the agreement; each of them kept one.
"Okay, Miss Sophia, tomorrow is Saturday, and there won't be anyone at school. I'll inform Old

John about this in the morning, and then we can all prepare. Your punishment will begin at six o'clock this afternoon."
He deliberately emphasized the words "your punishment." Sophia's face was flushed and burning; her

mind was completely blank.
The old headmaster, looking at the young, alluring teacher with her blushing face and tearful eyes,

felt she possessed an even greater allure and tenderness than usual, fueling his fantasies.
After seeing Sophia off, the old principal returned to his office and quickly closed the door. He couldn't help himself... he still had

so much to do.
The next day, Sophia couldn't eat dinner. Less than five minutes before six o'clock, she stood at the principal

's office door. Sophia was so nervous she could hardly breathe.
She raised her hand to ring the doorbell, but then lowered it. She wanted to run away; she didn't know if she could endure such

punishment. Her other hand unconsciously rubbed her buttocks.
But the thought of "running away," which had appeared countless times in her mind these past few days, was immediately met with a wall of

denial from all sides.
"Sigh," the young teacher sighed softly. It seemed the only way was to accept the punishment and let this end quickly.

It was a painful way out, but it seemed to be the only way out. Helplessly, she raised her hand and rang the doorbell of the principal's

office .
To find out what happens next, please read the next part of this story.
The Teacher's Nightmare (Part Two)
The door opened, and the principal invited her in with a smile. Old John had been there for a while, and now he was

reclining on a sofa, his eyes smugly fixed on Sophia as she entered.
The young female teacher had followed their instructions perfectly, wearing a light blue tight-fitting t-shirt and

black tight-fitting pants.
The outfit truly accentuated her beautiful figure.
Sophia was of medium to tall stature; her breasts weren't large, but they were full. Her waist was cinched,

below which were wide hips and long legs, exuding a youthful and healthy aura, yet subtly revealing

the sensuality and allure of a mature woman.
Just then, an antique clock on the wall struck six.
The old headmaster said, "Miss Sophia is very punctual, so let's begin." He then moved to his large

desk and sat down, awaiting the show.
He was ten times more excited than when he sat at the Royal Opera House awaiting a world-famous opera.
Old John got up from the sofa; today he was wearing jeans and a striped navy

shirt, his muscles bulging.
He wasn't tall, but he looked very muscular.
He walked to the middle chair and sat down, facing the principal's desk, only two or three meters away. Then

he said to Sophia, "We're starting. Come here, my lady." He deliberately used this teasing

and flirtatious form of address.
Although Sophia found his address extremely grating, she didn't care at the moment. The impending

punishment made her so nervous that her hands and feet were cold, and her whole body trembled slightly. She slowly walked to his side.
Old John made her stand facing his left. His gaze lingered

for a moment on Sophia's buttocks in her tight pants, looking at the full, fleshy, slightly upturned rear, thinking, "This chick is a real stunner,

especially that ass, it's irresistible, a butt that's born to be spanked..."
Then he looked up at Sophia's face and said, "Alright, now tell us what we're here for today

?"
Sophia's mind was in a mess; she had completely forgotten what she was supposed to say. She thought that what followed was lying on this old

man's lap and getting a spanking.
At that moment, all she wanted was for this to begin and end quickly.
Now, caught off guard by his question, she didn't react for a moment.
"What...what are you doing...?" Old John stared at the female teacher's pretty face with a half-smile,

then suddenly raised his hand: "Smack..." A crisp sound rang out as his palm landed squarely on Sophia's bottom.
Caught off guard, Sophia jumped up, rubbing her bottom and saying aggrievedly, "Why did you

hit me?"
This question even made Old John laugh: "Hit me? What are you doing here? Didn't you come here to let me hit you?"

"You naughty little bottom? You don't follow the rules we set, and I can increase your punishment at any time.

You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"Now tell me, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to be punished... because... because I did something not very good..."
"Smack..." Sophia received another hard slap on the bottom.
"Put your hands behind your head. From now on, no rubbing your buttocks. You only did one bad thing

, right? Do you know how bad your behavior is?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I did something bad." "
What bad thing? Explain clearly..." "I accidentally tore the book the principal lent me, and then I

framed someone else , saying that Little John tore it."
"Do you think you should be punished?"
Sophia felt wronged. She thought the priest had already spanked her, but she still managed to say, "...Yes."
"What punishment will you receive? Explain clearly."
"First, I'll be slapped, and then I'll be whipped with a cane... twenty-five times."
"Slap...where will I hit you? Slap...how will I whip you?" Old John was in the mood to hit her. He felt that the sexy, perky buttocks

in front of him were teasing him, making his palm itch, so he wanted to hit it.
"Ugh... spank my bottom. Take off your pants and spank my bottom!"
"Alright, let's begin."
Sophia saw that Old John was staring at her, seemingly waiting for her to say something, so she quickly said, "Please, Mr. John,

start spanking me, spank my bottom."
Old John then pointed to his thigh with satisfaction: "Get on top, my lady." Sophia

reluctantly walked to Old John's left side and then lay down on his lap.
Old John adjusted Sophia's position, making her support herself on the floor with her hands, lowering her upper body so that her

buttocks were sticking out into the air. This position made Sophia's buttocks more prominent and upturned, and her tight pants were stretched even

tighter, as if her plump buttocks were about to burst out of the pants.
Old John looked at these buttocks and felt a compelling fleshy sensation. He gently

patted the two fleshy peaks a few times with his palm. With a few light slaps, his hand was bounced back, and at the same time, a

dizzying sensation came from his palm.
His breathing became a little rapid, and his lower body was already stirring.
He brazenly rubbed his right palm against the female teacher's buttocks a few times, then nodded to the principal

, who pressed the stopwatch on the desk.
Sophia endured the rude man's insults; she felt Old John's

increasingly . She felt nauseous and tried to lift herself up to break free.
But just as she did, Old John's large hand slapped down hard.
"Smack..." It struck Sophia's left buttock squarely. Because her pants were tight and Old John's large

hand was powerful, Sophia gasped in pain. But before she could fully process the pain of the first blow,
"Smack..." Her right buttock received the same heavy slap.
Then came a barrage of blows, left and right, Old John's large hand alternately striking the young, beautiful female teacher's

two full, firm buttocks rapidly and forcefully.
Old John maintained a pace of one slap per second.
Sophia initially tried to remain still, but after a minute, the stinging pain in her buttocks intensified. After two

minutes her buttocks began to react uncontrollably. As Old John's hand began to gently twist,

after about three minutes, Sophia let out a soft groan. Despite her efforts to suppress it, she couldn't control herself;

the continuous slaps had made the stinging pain unbearable.
At this point, Old John stopped, and his hand began to rub Sophia's buttocks again...
When Old John first saw Sophia dressed the same way, he was captivated by her, especially by her

buttocks. At that time, he felt a strange and intense desire, but those buttocks were "

unattainable" then. Now, of course, he wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity to fully enjoy the "feel" of them.
Sophia felt that hateful big hand kneading her buttocks. She felt this guy was

incredibly . She blushed with embarrassment, glanced at the principal, and immediately lowered her head again. She still refrained

from resisting, because her buttocks were already very sore from the beatings, and this chance to catch her breath was a welcome relief.
But the "good weather" didn't last long. The principal said, "One minute left." Sophia felt the hand leave her

buttocks . After a brief wait, the crisp slapping sound rang out again.
This time, Old John hit harder and faster, probably

two slaps per second for Sophia's buttocks.
Although she still tried to restrain herself, her moans became clearer, and her buttocks twisted more noticeably.
"Slap... Oh, slap... Uh, slap... Uh, slap..."
"Ding-a-ling..." Time was up.
The old headmaster said, "Miss Sophia, Phase One is over. Now you should take off your trousers."
Sophia stood up. She didn't want to take off her trousers in front of Old John, but as soon as she turned to go to the wall,

Old John grabbed her arm: "Take them off right here..."
Sophia cursed inwardly, "Pervert, lecher..." But she knew she couldn't resist. Since she

was standing between Old John and the headmaster, she had no choice but to turn sideways and take off her outer trousers.
Underneath, she was wearing a thin, narrow white thong that couldn't even cover her round buttocks.

Her two fullest, plumpest breasts were exposed.
Sophia's buttocks were indeed beautiful. Although wide and full, they were perfectly shaped, truly the kind

of shape that resembles an inverted heart, and they looked particularly smooth and tender. Once exposed, they seemed to exude a strong sense of carnal desire.
Two pairs of eyes in the room were staring intently at the female teacher's buttocks and thighs. Sofia's skin was very fair, though

her buttocks were still flushed from the recent spanking, two red patches that, against her snow-white thighs, gave her a seductive allure.
After pulling down her pants, she quickly approached Old John and knelt on his lap, feeling

even more embarrassed standing before them in such revealing underwear.
Old John was a little dizzy; he looked up at the principal, who nodded and said, "Let's begin."

"Five minutes of spanking." He pressed the timer.
Old John glanced at Sophia's buttocks sticking out in front of him, swallowed hard, and then raised his hand to slap them

.
"Smack..." It hit the right buttock.
"Ugh..." Sophia groaned. Now she knew that the pants had

provided ; the slaps on her bare buttocks hurt even more.
"Smack..." Another slap on the left. Now that the pants were gone, Sophia's buttocks trembled even more violently
under Old John's blows . The direct contact of his hand with the pink flesh of this mature woman's buttocks stirred an uncontrollable lust within Old John, but he could only channel this surging energy into the large hand that was punishing Sophia's buttocks. 　　*Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap...slap... 　　* Old John's slaps covered Sophia's entire buttocks, but he seemed more focused on the two plump peaks of her buttocks exposed outside her underwear . 　　Under such continuous heavy blows, Sophia couldn't take it anymore. After more than three minutes, she cried out: "Slap...ouch, slap...ah, slap...no, slap...ah, slap...no...!" 　　The stinging pain on her buttocks quickly intensified, until tears streamed from her beautiful eyes. This time, Old John was a bit crazy, slapping Sophia's buttocks almost continuously for five minutes until the timer went off. 　　Sophia was covered in tears, panting heavily. 　　When Old John helped her stand up, the first thing she did was to quickly cover her buttocks and rub them desperately, her face contorted in pain. 　　The headmaster said, "Miss Sophia, so far you've done well. Now it's time for the third step: you have to take off your underwear so Mr. John can spank your bare bottom." 　　Sophia hated hearing that last sentence the most, and the headmaster had made it so explicit. She glanced at the headmaster sitting behind his desk, knowing that the old man was secretly amused, treating this as a show… But this time she was a little afraid of old John's slap. 　　She still turned to the side and slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees. 　　She realized that her lower body was completely naked in front of these two old scoundrels, so after taking off her underwear, she hurriedly went over, wanting to lie down as quickly as possible. 　　But this time, old John was up to no good. He blocked Sophia's path with his hand. "Slow down, slow down, don't be so hasty. You seem to have something to say, don't you?" 　　Sophia was facing him directly, and she instinctively covered her lower body with her hand. "Say what?" Old John grabbed her left arm with his left hand and gently pulled her to the left, turning her body around. *Smack...smack... smack...smack...smack...* He slapped her bare buttocks. 　　"Ouch, no, it hurts! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I'll say it, Mr. John..." Even the principal felt this was a bit excessive. Sophia looked quite disheveled, her underwear wrapped around her knees, her bare buttocks twisting blindly, futilely trying to avoid the constant slaps. 　　After all, she was a mature 27-year-old woman, and now old John was so brazenly spanking her as if she were a little girl . 　　But he didn't intend to stop old John at all; after all, no one else knew except the three of them. 　　And most importantly, he found the scene too exciting, almost mesmerizing. He felt he was about to lose control . 　　Old John slapped her about ten times until he heard Sophia call him Mr. John, then he stopped. 　　He dragged Sophia to a chair in front of him, and after sitting down, he stared at the female teacher's front: "I let you get away with it once already. Now, tell me, or you'll regret it." 　　Sophia had forgotten to cover her lower body, her hands still rubbing her sore bottom. 　　"Please, please spank my bottom, no, spank my bare bottom, Mr. John." 　　"I'm going to spank your bottom hard, and I'll make sure you're satisfied." 　　Hearing his vicious words, Sophia was truly frightened. She was dragged back onto Old John's lap, her bright red bare bottom once again sticking high in the air. 　　Then the principal said, "Step three begins: ten minutes of slapping on the bare bottom." Sophia knew this wouldn't be easy , so she gritted her teeth and waited. The real beatings on her bare buttocks began. *Smack...smack...* 　　This time, Old John slowed his pace. He had ten minutes. He hit hard, constantly changing the rhythm , striking the same spot randomly. Sometimes he'd alternate between her buttocks, sometimes he'd hit her several times in a row, even a dozen times, on the same spot. He loved hearing Sophia's screams, he loved watching her struggle, especially watching her plump, sexy bare buttocks roll and sway. He wanted the most intense effect. 　　This was terrible for Sophia. She couldn't keep up with his rhythm, couldn't predict when would come, and was almost always hit when she was least expecting it. Her entire buttocks were in excruciating pain, especially when Old John was staring intently at the same spot, the pain was almost unbearable. 　　*Slap... Ah, slap... Ouch, slap... Ah wow... Slap... Oh no, slap... No, don't hit me here , slap... Ouch, it hurts...* 　　Sophia couldn't take the beating anymore. She tried to block the deadly slap with her right hand, but Old John easily grabbed it and pressed it against her lower back. "Slap... Ouch, slap... Ah, slap... No, it hurts, slap... Ah, don't hit me here, it hurts so much, slap... No...!" 　　Her legs kicked wildly, her bare buttocks twisted and bounced, constantly impacting Old John's body. This stimulation too much for Old John to bear. After more than six minutes of hitting, his penis had also "released its pent-up desire." His slapping stopped for a moment, and then his hand began to roam freely over Sophia's bare buttocks, touching every inch of her skin. The heat emanating from her red buttocks was already a little hot to the touch. 　　Playing with Sophia's buttocks like this, he felt his penis become hard again. 　　He glanced at the clock on the principal's desk. Two minutes left. Hurry up and start... *thump*... *thump*... * thump*... Ah... *thump*... *thump*... *thump*... *thump*... No... *thump*... *thump*... *thump*... *thump*...

*Slap...slap

...
slap ...　　ah ...

slap 　　... 　　At this moment, Sophia's confidence was growing. Her bottom was already so badly bruised, and the formal punishment hadn't even begun... She was starting to regret it, starting to despair. Could she withstand twenty-five strokes of the cane? 　　To find out what happens next, please read the third part of this story. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　The Female Teacher's Nightmare (Part 3) 　　Time passed quickly, and twenty minutes went by in the blink of an eye. By this time, the redness and swelling on Sophia's bottom seemed to have subsided considerably, but it still hurt, though she could still bear it. At this moment, the principal took a cane from a large cabinet and handed it to Old John, then raised his voice and said, "This is the largest cane. It's not only heavy but also very flexible. It's specially I never use this cane to punish students more than twelve times. 　　Mr. John, please be careful today, don't hurt Miss Sophia's bottom." 　　"The old headmaster's feelings were indeed somewhat complicated when he said that. Although part of it was meant for Sophia to hear and see her reaction, it was mostly his true feelings. 　　On the one hand, he enjoyed watching this beautiful woman, Sophia, get spanked, and he hoped she would get a good, exciting, and satisfying spanking—that was undeniable. But on the other hand, he genuinely didn't want to actually damage . 　　Not only would that be pointless, but wasn't he also planning to punish Sophia's bottom himself? Who would give up such an opportunity? So he was even more unwilling to let Old John leave permanent scars on Sophia's bottom . 　　He felt that Sophia's beautiful bottom was truly a rare work of art, and it would be a great pity to let this country bumpkin ruin it... 　　Old John, of course, was unaware of the headmaster's 'hidden thoughts.' He had no reservations; he was there to punish this beautiful and mischievous female teacher. And he was now extremely excited, like a high-speed train that simply couldn't be stopped. " 　　He smiled at the principal and said, "Principal, you're still protecting a cunning woman like her? Are you letting her harm others again? This little brat deserves a good spanking long ago. I'll make sure she never forgets this beating." 　　Sophia was already flustered, and hearing their conversation made her defenses crumble even more. 　　Just then, she heard Old John's voice: "My dear Miss Sophia, you've rested enough, haven't you? We should begin ." 　　Sophia turned around and immediately saw the cane Old John was wielding. Good heavens, it was much thicker than the one she'd brought to church last time, even thicker than her thumb, and it made a terrifying "whoosh...whoosh..." sound as it was swung through the air, looking remarkably flexible. 　　She knew that this evil thing wouldn't feel good on her backside. Her legs began to tremble slightly. 　　Old John said, "Take off your underwear and put it aside, and take off your top too." 　　She had no choice but to walk to a sofa, take off her sweat-soaked t-shirt, and then take off her underwear that was wrapped around her knees, placing it on the sofa as well. 　　At this moment, she felt extremely helpless; she was completely naked except for a bra. 　　She turned around, covering her lower body with her hands, and walked towards Old John, who was sitting in the middle chair... 　　As usual, Old John had Sophia stand facing his left, so that her two red, plump buttocks were at his most convenient angle for attack. 　　Then, he lightly patted Sophia's buttocks with the rattan cane in his hand and said, "Let's begin, Miss Sophia . Let's hear what you have to say again." 　　Sophia endured the old man's insults and teasing, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry for tearing the principal's book and blaming it on Little John. Now I'm willing to accept punishment. Please whip my bare buttocks with the rattan cane, Mr. John." 　　As she spoke, old John continued to teasingly pat Sophia's buttocks with the rattan cane in his hand, making Sophia's big buttocks wiggle shyly, and the tender flesh on her buttocks trembled sexyly, which made old John very happy. 　　Sophia had answered correctly, but because she was already terrified of the cane, and the constant slaps on her buttocks, though not forceful, still hurt quite a bit, she had to keep twisting her hips to avoid being hit on the same spot repeatedly. In her haste, she misspoke, saying, "Oh, Mr. John, please don't hit me too hard later." 　　But as soon as she finished speaking, a dull "smack" rang out, and her buttocks were struck . 　　"Is that in the rules? No, say it again... say it clearly." So Sophia had to repeat herself, her buttocks still being teased and slapped with the cane. 　　"Say the last sentence again, I want to hear it..." Sophia was on the verge of tears. 　　"Please whip my bare buttocks with the cane, Mr. John." 　　"No... you have to hit this buttock hard, I want you to explain clearly." Sophia cried out in anger. 　　"...Please...please whip my bottom hard with a cane...whip my bare bottom... Mr. John." 　　Old John then stood up smugly, walked behind Sophia, and rubbed her beautiful, sexy bottom with his left hand , saying, "That's more like it. Alright, let's begin now. Let me whip your disobedient big bottom hard ." 　　The principal watched Old John's impromptu performance with fascination, thinking, "I never would have guessed this rude country bumpkin..."

"So creative on this..."
Old John turned the chair around so the back was angled towards the principal's left, facing him at an angle. He then told

Sophia to stand behind the chair, leaning forward from above the backrest, her hands supporting her on the seat.
This way, Sophia's raised buttocks were basically facing the principal, and because of the slight angle, he could also

see part of her facial expression. He was in the best viewing angle; it seemed these two old men were truly

in cahoots.
At this moment, Old John spoke, "My lady, your formal punishment is about to begin. I have a few rules

you must remember. Every time I hit you, you must loudly count. If you miscount or miss, you have to be hit again, understand

?"
Sophia didn't react immediately; she waited for him to continue.
"Whoosh... thud..." The cane struck the center of Sophia's raised buttocks squarely. Although Old John

hadn't used much force, this time he was standing, making the movement more fluid. He simply flicked his wrist, and the supple

cane snapped like a whip across Sophia's buttocks.
Sofia jumped up in pain, clutching her bottom with both hands, and asked in a tearful voice, "What happened...

why did you hit me?"
"I asked you if you heard me, why didn't you answer?"
"Oh, sorry, I heard you." Old John grabbed her left arm again, turned her

around , and raised the cane to hit her bottom again.
"You heard me? What? Looks like you haven't learned your manners yet." Sofia twisted her bare bottom and desperately tried

to dodge, crying, "No...no...don't hit me...I heard you, Mr. John..."
She looked just like a little girl who had been beaten and was terrified. Even the principal behind the desk couldn't help but

chuckle , thinking that you wouldn't see such a show even at a spa club.
"Hmm... I'll let you off this time. If you forget again, I'll whip your big ass to pieces." Old John

was increasingly fond of using the term "big ass," partly because Sophia's buttocks were indeed full and

fleshy; and partly because he felt that saying it carried a teasing and insulting connotation. He now

found the cruder and more explicit the language, the more arousing it was.
"Also, until the end of this punishment, you are not allowed to stand up at will. Your hands must remain on

the seat cushion . For every time your hands leave the cushion, you will be punished with two more lashes. Do you understand, my lady?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. John." This time Sophia answered quickly, but she was

increasingly doubtful whether she could withstand the beating. She thought this country bumpkin-like Old John was both vulgar and

vicious, and she wondered how he would deal with her.
At this moment, Old John was already standing behind her on her left,

slapping Sophia's round buttocks with the rattan cane in his hand.
"Let's begin." Sophia's bottom tensed immediately at his pat, bracing for the fatal

blow.
Old John noticed, and patted her bottom again with the cane. "Relax, relax.

Why are you so tense?" Seeing Sophia's bottom relax, he slowly raised his right hand above his head, then

lashed it down hard.
"Whoosh...smack..." The cane struck Sophia's raised buttocks squarely in the center. With a scream

, Sophia jumped up like a fish leaping from the water, landing with her hands on her bottom, her legs

hopping on the ground.
"Ah, no... I can't take it! You can't hit me like this! I really can't take it, it hurts so much, it hurts so much

..."
Old John was quite pleased with himself. He said, "My lady, you've only brought this on

yourself. This doesn't count, and now it's twenty-seven instead of twenty-five. You asked for these two. Don't waste your time

. Get into position and stick your big ass up."
"No, Mr. John, I really can't take it, I really can't take it!" Although she had already been punished with a cane

by the priest ,

she was still unprepared for the devastating impact of the cane in Old John's hand striking her bare buttocks. She couldn't believe that such intense pain could exist.
Sophia had always disliked this country bumpkin, and until now she had been holding back from begging him

for mercy , but her defenses were now almost crumbling.
Seeing Old John approaching her, she looked at the headmaster with pleading eyes.
The headmaster had no choice but to come over, first asking old John to wait a moment, then helping the slightly trembling Sophia up and down, saying,

"You've been very strong so far, Miss, but if you give up now, all your efforts will be in vain, and all

those beatings will have been for nothing. He'll even report you. Now you just have to be strong and rest a little."
He then spoke with old John for a while, then said, "Miss Sophia, old John has agreed

to waive those two lashes because you weren't prepared. But from now on, you can't stand up casually anymore, okay?"
Sophia had recovered a little, so she had to bend over the back of the chair again, sticking out her buttocks to wait for the beating,

but this time she gripped the front edge of the chair tightly to prevent it from slipping off again.
The headmaster then returned to his desk and sat down to continue watching the show.
Old John stood behind Sophia again, and he saw a deep red welt across

the center of her buttocks. He swung the cane twice, then lashed it down hard, "Crack..." The cane struck the

deep red welt a short distance above it.
"Ah..." Sophia screamed in pain, her head jerking back, her hair flying everywhere, her legs alternately

curling up and down, but her hands never left the chair.
Old John was satisfied with Sophia's reaction. He raised the cane again and struck her hard, this time hitting the very bottom of

Sophia buttocks, close to where her thighs met.
"Ouch..." Sophia's head jerked again, her feet hopping slightly in pain, her buttocks

swaying from side to side.
Old John deliberately struck the two ends of her buttocks, one above the other, to mark

the area he would whip later.
He waited a moment, about ten seconds, and the two welts on Sophia's buttocks turned deep red

, with the middle half being the plumpest and most tender part.
Old John was very satisfied; now he could finally unleash his full power to teach this unbearable, large

buttocks .
"My lady, how does it feel to be spanked with this cane? You never let others get

spanked right? Today I'll let your big ass really experience the taste of cane."
*Smack... Ah... Smack... Oh dear, it's my fault, I'm sorry... Smack... Ah no, it hurts, I'm sorry...

Smack... Ouch...
* Four solid,

stinging causing her to scream in agony. Her buttocks felt like they were on fire, a burning pain. Except for her hands gripping

the edge of the chair tightly, her whole body writhed in agony, especially her buttocks, twisting and

swaying in front of Old John, changing positions and angles. She didn't know how erotic and seductive this was; she

couldn't care less now. Her reason was almost overwhelmed by the intense pain in her buttocks.
Old John stared at this fully mature, beautiful woman, almost naked,

writhing her spanked bare buttocks. This stimulation aroused him greatly, and even the principal behind his desk

was mesmerized.
Old John, holding the cane high, stared at Sophia's naked, sensual buttocks for a moment,

muttering through , "What a slutty ass..."
before forcefully swinging the cane down.
*Smack...* "Ah...no...please, stop hitting me...smack...ah...ah..."
Sophia endured the blows, her buttocks feeling like they were being roasted in hellfire.
When Old John's cane struck Sophia's buttocks for the fifteenth time, she screamed

and jumped up , but this time she was unsteady and almost fell to the ground, barely managing to stay upright by holding onto the back of the chair.

She tried to rub her buttocks with her other hand, but immediately pulled away; her buttocks were now

too painful to touch.
She couldn't even speak, choking back sobs and gasping for breath.
At this point, the headmaster realized this was unacceptable. If he insisted on giving her the full twenty-five lashes, the girl's buttocks would be ruined, and

it might be difficult for them to recover.
He quickly stood up and went back to discuss the matter with Old John. After whispering for a while, old John walked up to

Sophia and said, "Miss Sophia, get into position and stick your big ass out!"
Sophia was so frightened that she burst into tears again, "Oh... Mr. John, please, I can't take it anymore, I really

can't take it , please spare me... Waaah..."
Old John looked at Sophia and saw that her face was covered with sweat and tears, her hair was all stuck together, and her whole body

was covered with a layer of glistening sweat.
He actually knew that spanking to this extent was already extremely severe, but an evil

desire made him unwilling to stop. He smiled and said, "If you want me to spare you, you have to let me examine your ass first.

If I think I've really spanked you enough, maybe I'll spank you a few less times. Now stick your big ass out and

let me examine it carefully."
Sophia could tell from his tone that he had bad intentions, but now her ass could not be spanked anymore. She

really couldn't take it, especially if she was to be whipped ten more times with the cane, she would really be beaten to death.
So she had no choice but to lean back on the chair again, her whip-bruised buttocks sticking out.
Old John walked behind her, examining Sophia's pitifully raised buttocks. These once plump and

alluring buttocks were now visibly swollen and red, covered with slightly raised, deep red welts, some of which

had turned bluish-purple at the intersections.
Old John was satisfied. He reached out and touched the injured buttocks.
But the moment his hands touched the two fleshy mounds, Sophia screamed in pain.
He pressed down on Sophia's back, preventing her from standing up, and whispered in her ear, "My

lady, if you don't want ten more strokes of the cane, you'd better behave." Sophia groaned and stopped

struggling.
Old John's hands began to grope Sophia's buttocks wantonly.
Sophia groaned and screamed in pain, but aside from occasionally flinching in pain, she dared not

resist, letting those repulsive, rough hands knead and play with her scarred, bare buttocks.
But old John, emboldened by his actions, increased the intensity of his rubbing, sometimes even pinching and gently

twisting the flesh of her buttocks, causing Sophia to cry out and wriggle in pain.
He wanted to keep hurting Sophia, to make this beautiful woman cry out and wriggle, so

he could savor this wonderful feeling of conquest.
But his actions became increasingly brazen. Eventually, Sophia couldn't bear his repeated touching and

began to protest, moaning, "No... Mr. John, you can't do this... Oh... Mr. John,

oh... This is too much... Oh... No... Don't..."
Old John glanced at the principal, feeling a little embarrassed, thinking, "If this old man weren't

here , I would have played with this little slut to my heart's content..."
He continued to stroke Sophia's buttocks, then looked up at the principal and said, "It's impossible to let her off so easily.

I think we should reduce the number of lashes, maybe half again, five..."
The principal said, "Alright, Mr. John, her buttocks have already suffered enough. Please forgive her."
Old John said, "No, Principal, I said I wouldn't let her off so easily. She's only been slapped

fifteen " " This kind of wicked woman (****...) deserves a full two or five lashes.
For your sake, I'll give her three more lashes, that's the minimum. Otherwise, we'll stick to the agreement and give her

the full two or five lashes..."
Old John thought to himself, "This little girl's buttocks are red and swollen, but they're not broken yet. Today I'm going to make sure this sassy

big butt gets some blood..."
That way, the principal would have nothing to say.
The principal could only return to his seat and watch—since the beating was about to begin, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to watch the show.

Sophia, hearing that she was going to get three more lashes, started crying again.
Old John walked behind her, patted her buttocks, and said, "Stick your butt out, I'll give you three more lashes, that's

already a light punishment, why are you still crying?"
Old John got into position behind Sophia, raised the cane, gathered his strength, and

lashed down with incredible speed.
With a muffled "smack...", Sophia's two buttocks trembled violently, her red buttocks...

A bluish-white welt appeared in the center of her buttocks, quickly turning deep red, then bluish-purple, before oozing

tiny beads of blood.
Sophia's screams were choked with pain; she trembled all over, tears and sweat streaming down her face.
Her buttocks twitched unconsciously; she even tried to squat down, but immediately stood up again, her legs

twisting and turning, unsure how to alleviate the pain. Old John maliciously watched

the naked beauty's performance…
Once she calmed down a little, he went over and lifted Sophia's hips.
"Stick your big ass up! You should know the position for a spanking!"
Sophia kept crying out, "No… Oh God… Don't hit me… Please… Oh God…

It hurts …"
Old John seized the opportunity and swung the cane again, striking her still unconsciously writhing buttocks

hard . Sophia screamed and jumped twice, almost tipping the chair over, before collapsing limply against

the back of the chair.
Old John seized the opportunity and lashed Sophia's buttocks, which were dangling from the chair back, with another

loud "smack!" Even the headmaster watching blinked.
Sophia bounced a few more times, but her screams weakened. She collapsed against the chair back, unconscious, her large

buttocks resting high on the back, covered in crisscrossing welts. Three particularly dark and

thick welts were bleeding, all concentrated on the roundest, plumpest lower half of her buttocks

.
He wondered how long this beautiful Miss Sophia wouldn't be able to sit in a chair.
Old John had thoroughly enjoyed himself, completely satisfied.
He knew Sophia would be fine; she had simply fainted from the pain of the beating and

would .
But regardless, since she had been beaten like this, the rest was unnecessary.
He and the headmaster sat back down, chatting and drinking. A short while later, Sophia woke up.
The principal helped her to a three-seater sofa and made her lie face down. Sophia began to cry, a completely

uncontrollable sob…
After a while, old John stood up, approached Sophia, and took one last look at the almost naked

beauty and the masterpiece he had left on her large buttocks. “Alright, my lady,

this is the end of it. I won’t report it, and I won’t mention it again.”
Then he bent down and leaned closer to Sophia, saying, “But your big butt is really

unbearable , hahaha…”
Sophia weakly raised her head and glanced at old John’s ugly face, a face she would never forget. She

was still sobbing and choking, unable to speak, and could only curse him fiercely in her heart: “Pervert… that old pervert

…”
After old John left, Sophia lay face down for almost an hour before she could barely stand up from the sofa. But

her buttocks were badly swollen and red, and the underwear and tight pants she had worn were now completely too small.
Finally, the principal found her a large-sized school uniform to wear. In fact, the principal had already anticipated this

outcome and had prepared in advance.
He helped Sophia slowly downstairs. Every step she took was excruciatingly painful on her buttocks. She certainly

couldn't drive, and it was this kind principal who let Sophia lie on the back seat while he drove her home.
Before leaving Sophia's house, the principal pulled out a small bottle of ointment and handed it to her.
"Miss Sophia, apply some of this later, twice a day. It might hurt a little, but it will

heal faster, and it won't leave any scars. You don't need to come to school next week; I'll arrange for

someone to cover your classes."
His attentiveness made Sophia feel strange; she felt he was being a bit

like .
But this was just a vague feeling. Sophia couldn't care less now; her buttocks still felt like they were on fire,

the burning pain keeping her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She had no choice but to use the ointment the principal gave her; she didn't

want any permanent scars on her buttocks.
It was nearly 10 p.m. when the principal took Sophia home, but instead of going home, he went straight back to

his office , eager to see his work. He took out tapes from four hidden video recorders and

began to watch them one
by one… He had recorded the entire process of Sophia's buttocks being spanked, from four different angles

. So he decided to have a sleepless night, enjoying this top-notch spank movie,

while repeatedly masturbating in his already wet pants…
Of course, he wasn't satisfied with just that. His original purpose in arranging all this was to use it as a trump card to blackmail

Sophia .
Now, watching the video of Sophia, this stunningly beautiful young woman, being punished in various ways

for her unbearably perverted buttocks, watching her clothes gradually disappear until she was almost

naked , her full and alluring buttocks struggling, rolling and twisting under Old John's slaps and cane, coupled with

her screams and pleas for mercy, aroused him beyond control. All of
this seemed to be urging him to quickly put his plan into action. But 　　all of this would have to wait until Sofia
's backside had fully recovered .
**********

... After Sophia's buttock injury healed, she naturally didn't want to be spanked by the principal again because of John , but under the principal's blackmail with those videotapes, she had no other choice but to...

She fell back into the headmaster's control. This headmaster was a spaghetti monster (not uncommon among British headmasters).
But he stopped using the cane on Sophia's bottom; he preferred to use a punitive

ruler, and he didn't just punish her once. He wanted to

completely control Sophia using constantly recorded videotapes, because he felt Sophia was the best spaghetti monster he had ever encountered

. For a considerable period, the headmaster made her come to him every month (or perhaps every week,

I can't remember ) to be punished (spanked), and he also tormented her;

he would spank her whenever he had the chance.
This was a nightmare for the female teacher; the painful punitive ruler seemed to relentlessly pursue her

bottom. Even when she wanted to transfer, the headmaster obstructed it, and for that, he severely beat her.
In desperation, she thought of the priest, told him everything she had been through, and begged him for help.
The priest was a very upright man, and thankfully he intervened with the principal, who was actually quite guilty about doing such a thing.

An agreement was reached: the principal wrote a letter of recommendation for Sophia to be transferred, and Sophia promised not to use those videotapes

for ; otherwise, the priest would sue the principal. Finally, Sophia left the school that had haunted her nightmares, stepped into the outside world, and

began a new life.

**********
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