[The Female Teacher's Confession] Author: Unknown

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 have instructed, 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 female 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 principal lent me a very precious book. I
accidentally damaged the book, tearing two pages. Repairing this book will be very expensive." So I
hatched a wicked plan.
There was a boy in my class who wasn't very bright, named John. I gave him the book and made him believe
he had torn it. Then I returned the book to the principal, saying John had torn it.
The principal 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 straight
.
I never expected him to be punished like that, and so badly. I didn't know the principal was still using
the cane, but he said, "This is 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, and most importantly, you made an
innocent boy, defenseless and vulnerable, suffer immense pain. 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 named John. 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 her belt
, and handed him a long, thin cane—a large school cane.
"Let's begin," the priest said, locking the church doors. Normally, the doors were open;
this was an exception.
"Take off your coat, bend down, grab your legs, 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 lashed it down with all his might.
The cane whistled through the air as it lashed Sofia's buttocks with tremendous force, the tip digging deep into her right buttock
.
This schoolteacher had only ever been spanked by her mother when she was a little girl; she had never experienced such
severe punishment. The pain far exceeded her expectations.
She screamed, almost sitting upright, but managed to hold it in.
The priest waited a few seconds, and just as the pain in the schoolteacher's buttocks intensified, the cane struck
her buttocks a second time, this time at the same level as the first, only slightly lower, but with the same
viciousness.
Now Sofia knew what the cane felt like, and was mentally prepared, so the psychological impact lessened
.
But the intense stinging pain was unbearable; 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, and with a crisp "crack..."
With a sharp crack, the cane lashed the lower edge of the female teacher's buttocks.
The priest watched as the soft cane dug deep into the flesh of her buttocks, tightly bound by a thin sheet of cloth, and then
sprang high. This time, the young and beautiful teacher screamed in pain, her whole body trembling.
As Father Johnson watched the woman's buttocks writhe in agony, he felt
a strange sensation rising within him.
The priest was a lifelong celibate, detached from all worldly pleasures, yet the sight of this young
teacher, whom he had so severely punished, writhing her mature and alluring body in pain, her full, sexy buttocks writhing wildly beneath her thin, light yellow trousers,
stirred a long-forgotten feeling within him.
He desperately tried to banish this impure desire; he wanted to severely punish the very buttocks that had aroused this desire within him, those alluring
, sensual buttocks.
He swung the rattan cane with unusual force, lashing it down on the female teacher's buttocks. The blow
seemed imbued with a religious hatred.
The cane stung the teacher's upturned buttocks, the most tender and fleshy
part of a woman's body. With a deafening "smack," the beautiful teacher
screamed and jumped up, immediately covering her aggravated buttocks with her hands.
She stood up, trembling, her legs repeatedly lifting and lowering, her long, slender fingers gently
stroking her painfully tender buttocks. Her pretty face was covered in tears and sweat. Looking at this pitiful
beauty, the priest felt compassion replace the nameless anger that had previously surged within him.
"My child, your punishment is only half complete. I'm going to 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 bottom, 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, almost bursting through her thin trousers
, his anger flared again. Regardless, this beautiful, sexy young teacher had done something despicable
; even if he beat her bottom raw, it wouldn't be unjust.
He decided the next four lashes would be on the same spot as the first four, and even harder. After all,
she was seven or eight years older than the boy she had wronged; she deserved her punishment.
The fifth lash of the cane came crashing down, like a scorching
flame burning across Sofia's buttocks.
She screamed, the excruciating pain causing her entire 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 cane tightly, her fingers turning white.
"Crack..." Sofia was already praying silently, but when the sixth lash struck 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 essentially displaying her sexy, alluring buttocks to the priest in various positions and angles
.
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, her legs barely able to support her weight.
After a long while, she finally stood upright, 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 saying, "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; 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 wounds 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 scattered anecdotes to share with you.
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 most beautiful young teacher in the school, so these unusual occurrences naturally
attracted attention.
Furthermore, the boy she initially thought was slow to react eventually realized what had happened. He
hadn't even looked at the book after taking it, 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.
Actually, the principal also found the matter suspicious. She would never lend such an expensive book to a student,
and even if she were to lend it, why would she lend it to such a seemingly dull student instead of an excellent one?
Finally, under pressure from the principal and Old John, Sophia had no choice but to admit everything and agree to financial compensation
. She was already guilty, and many of the details she gave were completely inconsistent. Now Old John
was even more unforgiving, insisting on taking the matter to court.
After much mediation by the principal, Old John finally offered a settlement, but his condition wasn't financial compensation
. He demanded the female teacher receive fifty strokes of the cane, and that she strip naked so he
could whip her bare bottom. However, he agreed to be a witness.
After some haggling, the principal settled on thirty strokes.
At this point, Old John refused to budge, stating he would appeal unless his conditions were met.
The principal gave Old John two days' notice. In reality, Sophia had virtually no choice. If
Old John appealed to the education bureau, she would certainly be fired. In that country, someone with such a record would find it difficult to find a good
job, let alone become a teacher again. And if Old John took the case to court, the consequences would be unimaginable
.
After Old John left, the principal looked at the female teacher standing before his desk, her face filled with shame, and felt a surge of smugness. First,
he couldn't wait to see this beautiful, sexy teacher strip naked and be whipped by Old John. 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 carefully
. You have to give Old John an answer in two days. I think you have no choice. After his business is over, I'll settle
our score with you."
Sophia turned and walked away in a daze. Her slender waist accentuated her full,
pert buttocks, encased in black tights, which were particularly eye-catching. 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
times with a cane, otherwise he would appeal to the education bureau or 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 ploy to lure her in.
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 unbelievable.
And the principal would see it all; how could she face him afterward? But she didn't dare leave him alone, because
she was even more unsure of old John's character.
Besides these humiliating factors, she now knew that the feeling of being whipped was absolutely
unpleasant. Last time with the priest, she was wearing only trousers, and just eight strokes were enough to cause her unbearable pain
.
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 her
. 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 an answer tomorrow
."
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 negotiating with him on your behalf.
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, 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 spanks your bottom with his palm!" As he spoke, the principal
looked up at Sophia, who had her head down, her face flushed.
The principal continued, "This 'warm-up' has three steps. First, you can wear pants, but he insists
you 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 turn red all the way to her neck.
The principal continued, "He initially proposed that each step should last fifteen minutes. I argued with him for a long time, and
finally he agreed to five minutes for the first two steps and ten minutes for the last step. What do you think?"
There seemed to be a hint of sympathy in his tone, 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'll have to take off your top, except for your bra, and then
bend over, supporting yourself with your hands on a chair... uh... let Old John whip your bare buttocks with a cane.
After that, you'll have to stand in the corner for twenty minutes, and finally thank him until he deems your punishment
over and allows you to put your clothes back on. Also, before the 'warm-up' and before the formal punishment, you
must explain to Old John why you're being punished—'um... your buttocks are being punished,' and ask him to punish your buttocks...
"
"What? I have to ask him to whip my buttocks and then thank him??" Sophia was both angry and ashamed, almost
crying.
"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 your actions. 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 so badly you'll never forget 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 guarantees he won't 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, one for each of them.
"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 hold back any longer… 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 escape; she didn't know if she could endure this
punishment. Her other hand unconsciously rubbed her buttocks.
But the thought of "escape," 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. Reluctantly, she raised her hand and rang the principal's office
doorbell.
To be continued…
The Nightmare of the Female Teacher (Part Two)
The door opened, and the principal, with a beaming smile, invited her in. 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 was dressed exactly as they had instructed, wearing a light blue tight-fitting t-shirt and
black tight-fitting pants.
This outfit truly accentuated her beautiful figure perfectly.
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.
At that moment, an antique clock on the wall struck six.
The old principal said, "Miss Sophia is very punctual, so let's begin." He then moved to his large desk
and sat down, awaiting the performance.
His excitement at this moment was ten times greater than when he sat at the Royal Opera House awaiting a world-famous opera.
Old John rose 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 beginning. Come here, my lady." He deliberately used this provocative
and teasing 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 ass 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 a mess; she'd completely forgotten what she was supposed to say. She thought she was about to
be spanked while lying on this old man's lap.
All she wanted was for this to start 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? Just to get me to spank
your naughty bottom, aren't you? 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 receive punishment...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 just did something not very good
, 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 getting into the swing of things. He felt
that the sexy, perky buttocks in front of him seemed to be teasing him, making his palm itch, so he wanted to slap 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. Because of this position, Sophia's buttocks were more prominent and sticking out, 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 restless.
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
hard member pressing against her lower abdomen. 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. 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. Two minutes
later, 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 knead Sophia's buttocks again…
The first time Old John saw Sophia dressed similarly, he was captivated by her, especially by her
buttocks. At that time, he felt a strange, intense desire, but those buttocks were "
unattainable" then. Now, of course, he wanted to fully utilize this opportunity to fully enjoy that "feel."
Sophia felt that hateful big hand kneading her buttocks. She felt this guy was incredibly brazen
. She blushed with embarrassment, glanced at the principal, and immediately lowered her head again. She still endured it without
resisting, because her buttocks were already very sore from the beatings, and this chance to catch her breath was good enough.
But the "good time" didn't last long. She heard the principal say, "One last minute." 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.
She wore only a thin, narrow white thong, barely covering her round buttocks,
revealing the two fullest, plumpest peaks.
Sofia's buttocks were indeed beautiful; though wide and full, they were perfectly shaped, truly the inverted
heart shape, and looked exceptionally smooth, seemingly radiating intense sensuality.
Two pairs of eyes in the room were fixed on the female teacher's buttocks and thighs. Sofia's skin was very fair, but
her buttocks, still flushed from the recent slap, were tinged with two red blushes, which, against her snow-white thighs, exuded a bewitching allure.
After taking off 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 at this point. He looked up at the principal, who nodded at him and said, "Begin,
five minutes of slapping on the buttocks." At the same time, 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 landed on her right buttock.
"Ugh..." Sophia groaned. Now she knew that the pants she wore had provided some protection
; the slap on her bare buttocks hurt even more.
"Smack..." Another slap on the left.
Without the tight pants, 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
aroused an uncontrollable lust within Old John, but he could only channel this explosive energy
into the large hand punishing Sophia's buttocks.
Smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...smack...
Old John's slaps covered Sophia's entire buttocks, but he seemed more focused on the
two plump 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 in her buttocks intensified rapidly, bringing tears to 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 told her to stand up, her first action was to quickly cover her buttocks and rub them frantically,
her face contorted in pain.
The principal said, "Miss Sophia, so far you've done well. Now it's time for the third step. You have to
take off your underwear and let Mr. John spank your bare bottom."
Sophia hated hearing that last sentence the most. The principal had made it so explicit. She glanced at
the principal sitting behind his desk, knowing that the old man was secretly enjoying himself, treating this as a show... But
this time, she was a little afraid of old John's slaps.
She turned to the side, slowly pulling her underwear down to her knees.
Realizing she was completely naked in front of these two old scoundrels,
she hurried over after taking her underwear off, wanting to lie down quickly.
But this time, old John played a trick. He blocked Sophia 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's left hand grabbed her left arm and gently pulled her to the left, turning her body around, and *slap...slap...slap
...slap...slap...slap...slap*...slapping her bare buttocks.
"Ouch, no, it hurts! Don't hit me, don't hit me! I'll say it, Mr. John..." Even the headmaster
felt this was a bit excessive. Sophia looked quite pathetic, 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 even try to stop Old John; after all, no one else knew except the three of them.
And most importantly, he found the scene too stimulating, almost mesmerizing. He felt he was about to lose control
.
Old John spanked 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've already let you get away with it once. 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 genuinely frightened. She was dragged back
onto Old John's lap, her bright red bare bottom once again sticking high in the air.
The principal announced, "The third step begins: ten minutes of slapping on her bare bottom." Sophia knew this wouldn't be easy
, so she gritted her teeth and waited. The real slapping began. *Slap...slap...*
This time, Old John slowed down the pace. He had ten minutes. He slapped hard, constantly changing the rhythm
, striking the same spot randomly. Sometimes he'd slap her buttocks alternately, sometimes several times,
even a dozen times, on the same spot. He loved hearing Sophia's screams, he loved watching her
struggle, especially watching her full, sexy bare bottom roll and sway. He wanted the most
intense effect.
This was tough on Sophia. She couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his slaps, couldn't predict when the next blow would
come, and was almost always struck when she was least expecting it. Her entire buttocks
were in excruciating pain, especially when Old John was slapping the same spot on her buttocks; the pain was almost
unbearable.
Snap... Ah, Snap... Ouch, Snap... Ouch... Snap... Oh no, Snap... No, don't hit me here
, Snap... Ouch, that hurts...
Sophia couldn't take the beating any longer. 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 twisting and turning, constantly impacting Old John's body. This stimulation
was unbearable for Old John too. After more than six minutes of hitting, his penis had also "satisfied." 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 timer on the principal's desk. Two minutes left. Hurry up and hit her… *smack*… *smack*…
…smack*… Ah… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… No… *smack*… *smack*… *
smack*… *smack*… *smack*… Ah… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*…
…smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… *smack*… …smack*… *smack*… *smack*… * smack*… *smack*… *smack*…
When the timer struck, Sophia was choked with sobs, unable to speak. Her
blue t-shirt was partially soaked with sweat and clung to her body. Her buttocks were already red and swollen from the beating.
The principal said, "Miss Sophia, you can now stand in the corner to recover, but your buttocks must remain
bare, and you cannot rub them. The formal punishment will begin in twenty minutes."
Sophia staggered to the corner diagonally opposite the principal's desk, looking utterly disheveled. The principal poured Old John
a glass of ice-cold beer, and they sat together on a three-seater sofa facing Sophia. They drank their beverages, occasionally
whispering to each other, while admiring the beautiful woman's bright red, bare buttocks.
At this moment, Sophia felt increasingly uncertain. Her buttocks were already so badly bruised, and the formal punishment had
n'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 Three)
Time passed quickly, and twenty minutes flew by. The redness and swelling on Sophia's buttocks seemed to have subsided
considerably, but it still hurt, though she could still bear it. At this moment, the headmaster took a rattan cane from a large cupboard and handed it to old
John, then raised his voice and said, "This is the largest rattan cane. It's not only heavy but also very flexible. It's specially
used to whip older boys who have committed serious offenses. However, I never use this cane to punish students more than twelve
times.
Mr. John, please be careful today, lest you 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, to see
her reaction, it was mostly his true feeling.
On the one hand, he enjoyed watching this beautiful woman, Sophia, get spanked, and he hoped it would be hard, spectacular, and
satisfying—that was undeniable. But on the other hand, he genuinely didn't want to actually damage Sophia's bottom
.
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. 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
remove her underwear that was wrapped around her knees, placing it on the sofa as well.
At that moment, she felt utterly 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 penetration.
Then, using the rattan cane in his hand, he lightly patted Sophia's buttocks and said, "Let's begin,
Miss Sophia. Let's hear what you have to say again."
Sophia, enduring the old man's insults and teasing, hurriedly said, "I tore up the principal's book and then
blamed it on Little John. I'm sorry. Now I'm willing to accept punishment. Please use the rattan cane to whip my bare
buttocks, Mr. John."
As she spoke, old John continued to teasingly pat Sophia's buttocks with the rattan cane, making
her large buttocks wiggle shyly, the tender flesh trembling sensually, which delighted old John.
Sophia had said everything correctly, but because she was already afraid of the rattan cane, and the constant
patting on her buttocks, though not forceful, still hurt quite a bit, she had to keep twisting her hips to avoid being
repeatedly patted on the same spot. Therefore, in her haste, she made a mistake and said, "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 hard right in the middle
.
"Is that in the rules? No, say it again... say it clearly." So Sophia had to repeat
herself, while he continued to tease and slap her buttocks with the cane.
"Say the last sentence again, I want to hear it..." Sophia was about to cry.
"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 didn't realize this rude country bumpkin was 　　so creative about this..." 　　Old John turned the chair around so that the backrest was facing the principal's left, diagonally opposite him. Then he told Sophia 　　to stand behind the chair, bend over from above the backrest, and support herself with her hands on the seat. 　　In this way, Sophia's raised bottom was basically facing the principal, and because of the slight tilt, he could also see 　　part of Sophia's facial expression. He was in the best viewing angle. It seemed that these two old guys were really in cahoots 　　. 　　At this moment, Old John spoke up, "My lady, your formal punishment is about to begin. I have a few rules 　　you must remember. Every time I strike you, you must shout out the number. If you miscount or miss, you'll have to be struck again, understand 　　?" 　　Sophia didn't react immediately; she was waiting for him to continue. 　　"Whoosh...crack..." The cane struck Sophia's raised buttocks squarely. Although Old John 　　didn't use much force, this time he was standing, making the movement easier. He simply flicked his wrist, and the flexible 　　cane snapped like a whip across Sophia's buttocks. 　　The pain made Sophia stand up abruptly, clutching her buttocks with both hands, and asking in a tearful voice, "What's wrong...why are you 　　hitting me?" 　　"I'm asking you if you heard me, why didn't you answer?" 　　"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard you." Old John then grabbed her left arm, turned her around 　　, and raised the cane to strike her buttocks again. 　　"You heard that? What? Looks like you haven't learned your manners yet." Sophia twisted her bare buttocks, 　　desperately trying to dodge, crying out, "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 this kind of spectacle was something you wouldn't see even at a spa club. 　　"Hmm...I'll let you off this time. If you forget again, I'll beat your big butt to a pulp." Old John was 　　increasingly fond of using the word "big butt" now, partly because Sophia's buttocks were indeed full and fleshy 　　; and partly because he felt that saying it carried a teasing and insulting connotation towards Sophia's buttocks. He now 　　found the cruder and more explicit the language, the more arousing it was to him. 　　"Also, you are not allowed to stand up at any time until the entire punishment is over. Your hands must remain on the seat 　　cushion of the chair. If your hands leave the cushion even once, you will be punished with two more strokes. 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, because she thought this country bumpkin-like old John was both vulgar and 　　vicious, and she didn't know how he would deal with her. 　　At this moment, old John was already standing behind her on her left, and 　　he slapped Sophia's round buttocks with the rattan cane. 　　"Let's begin." Sophia's buttocks tensed up immediately after his slap, waiting for the deadly 　　blow. 　　Old John saw this, and he slapped her buttocks with the rattan cane again, "Relax, relax. 　　Why are you so tense?" Seeing that Sophia's buttocks relaxed, he slowly raised his right hand above his head, and then 　　lashed it down hard. 　　"Whoosh... smack..." The cane struck Sophia's raised buttocks squarely. With a scream 　　, Sophia leaped out of the water like a fish, landing with her hands on her buttocks and 　　hopping on the ground. 　　"Ah, no... I can't take it! You can't hit me like that! I really can't take it! It hurts so much, it hurts so much 　　..." 　　Old John was pleased with his strike. He said, "My lady, you've only brought this on yourself. This 　　doesn't count. In fact, twenty-five has become twenty-seven. You asked for these two. Don't waste time. 　　Get into position and stick your big butt out." 　　"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 in the church, she was still unprepared for the devastating force of the cane in Old John's hand striking her bare buttocks 　　. She couldn't believe that such intense pain existed in the world. 　　Sophia had always loathed this country bumpkin, and up until now she had refrained from begging him for 　　mercy, but her defenses were now nearly 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, then helping the slightly trembling Sophia up, saying, 　　"You've been very strong up to this point, miss, but if you give up now, all your efforts will be wasted, and all those 　　beatings will have been for nothing. He'll even report you. Now you have to be strong, take a break." 　　He then spoke with Old John for a while, then said, "Miss Sophia, Old John has agreed to 　　spare you those two blows because you weren't prepared. But from now on, you can't stand up casually anymore, okay?" 　　Sophia had recovered a little, and had no choice but to bend over again from the back of the chair, sticking her buttocks out to await the beating, 　　but this time her hands gripped the front edge of the chair tightly to prevent herself from slipping off again.

The principal returned to his desk and continued watching the play.
Old John stood behind Sophia again. He noticed 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 welt
a short distance above the deep red welt.
"Ah..." Sophia screamed in pain, her head jerking back, her hair flying everywhere, her legs alternately curling
up and down, but her hands remained on 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 her buttocks, close to where her thighs met.
"Agh..." Sophia's head jerked again, her legs hopping slightly in pain, her buttocks swaying from side to side
.
Old John deliberately struck the ends of her buttocks, one above the other, to define
the area he would whip later.
He waited a moment, about ten seconds, and the two welts on Sophia's buttocks turned a deep red
, with the middle half being the most plump and tender part.
Old John was very satisfied; now he could finally give this unbearable big buttocks a good lesson
.
"My lady, how does it feel to be spanked with this cane? Don't you always let others get spanked for no reason
? Today I'll let your big ass really experience the taste of a 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 slaps landed on Sophia's unprotected buttocks,
causing her to scream in agony. Her buttocks felt like they were on fire, a burning, scalding 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, staring at this fully mature, beautiful woman almost naked, writhing in pain
over her spanked bare buttocks, felt extremely excited. Even the principal behind his desk was
mesmerized.
Old John, holding the cane high, stared at Sophia's naked, sensual buttocks for a while, muttering through gritted teeth
, "What a slutty ass..."
before forcefully swinging the cane down.
*Smack...* "Ah...no...please, don't hit 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 again
, 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 as soon as she touched them; her buttocks were now too
painful to touch.
She couldn't even speak for a moment, 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 they whispered 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 anymore, 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 shiny sweat.
He knew he had already spanked her severely enough, but a wicked desire within him
prevented him from stopping. He chuckled and said, "If you want me to spare you, I have to examine your buttocks first.
If I think you've had enough, maybe I'll give you fewer strokes. Now stick your big butt out
so I can examine it carefully."
Sophia could tell from his tone that he had ill intentions, but her buttocks couldn't take any more. She really couldn't
bear it, especially if she were to be whipped ten more times; she would be beaten to death.
So she had no choice but to lean back on the chair, sticking out her whip-bruised buttocks.
Old John walked behind her, examining Sophia's pitifully sticking-out buttocks. This once plump and
alluring buttocks was now clearly red and swollen, with slightly raised, dark red welts scattered across it, some of which
had turned bluish-purple at the intersections.
Old John was very satisfied. He reached out and touched the injured buttocks.
But the moment his hands touched those 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 had no choice but to stop
struggling.
Old John's hands began to grope Sophia's buttocks wantonly.
Sophia groaned and screamed in pain, but apart from occasionally wincing in pain, she dared not
dodge, letting those repulsive, rough hands knead and play with her battered, bare buttocks.
But Old John, emboldened, increased the intensity of his kneading, sometimes even pinching
and gently twisting the flesh on her buttocks, causing Sophia to cry out and writhe in pain.
He wanted to keep hurting Sophia, to make this beautiful woman cry out and writhe in pain;
he was enjoying this wonderful feeling of conquest.
But his actions became increasingly brazen. Eventually, Sophia couldn't take his repeated touching anymore. She
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, a little embarrassed, thinking, "If this old guy weren't here
, I'd have my fill of this little slut..."
While still stroking Sophia's buttocks, he 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 lashes..."
The principal said, "Come on, Mr. John, her buttocks have already suffered enough. Please spare her."
Old John said, "No, Principal, I said I wouldn't let her off so easily. She's only been slapped fifteen
or sixteen times. A bad woman like her (****...) would be treated leniently even with a full two or five lashes.
Now, 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...
" John thought to himself, "This little girl's bottom is red and swollen, but it's not broken yet. Today I'm going to make sure this ostentatious
big bottom bleeds a little...
That way, the principal won't have anything to say. "
The principal could only return to his seat and watch—since a beating was going to happen anyway, he wasn't going to let this opportunity to watch the show pass him by.
Sophia, hearing that she was going
to get three more lashes, started crying again. Old John walked behind her, patted her bottom, and said, "Stick your bottom out, I'll give you three more lashes. This is already
a light punishment, why are you still crying?" Old John got into position behind Sophia, raised the cane, gathered all his strength, and 　　lashed down
with incredible speed. 　　With a muffled "crack," Sophia's buttocks trembled violently, and 　　a bluish-white welt appeared in the center of her red buttocks. It quickly turned dark red, then bluish-purple, and then 　　fine beads of blood seeped out. 　　Sophia's screams were choked with pain; she trembled all over, and tears and sweat poured out of her eyes again. 　　Her buttocks twitched unconsciously. She even tried to squat down, but immediately stood up again, her two jade-like legs 　　intertwining and then separating. She didn't know how to alleviate the pain in her buttocks. Old John maliciously enjoyed 　　the performance of this naked beauty... 　　When she calmed down a little, he went over and lifted Sophia's hips up. 　　"Stick your big ass up, you should know the posture when your buttocks are being spanked!" 　　Sophia kept shouting, "No... God... Don't hit me... Please... God... It hurts 　　..." 　　Old John seized the opportunity and swung the rattan cane hard on her still unconsciously twitching buttocks again 　　. Sophia screamed and jumped twice, almost tipping the chair over, before slumping weakly against 　　the back of the chair. 　　Old John seized the opportunity and lashed down hard on Sophia's buttocks that were hanging on the back of the chair again. There was another 　　"smack..." sound, which even made the principal watching blink. 　　Sophia jumped a few more times, but her screams weakened. She slumped back in the chair, unconscious, her large buttocks 　　resting high on the back, crisscrossed with welts. Three of the welts were particularly dark and 　　thick, bleeding, and they were all concentrated on the roundest, plumpest halves of her buttocks 　　. 　　It was unclear 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 alright; she had simply fainted from the pain of the beating and would 　　wake up soon. 　　But regardless, since she had been beaten like this, the rest was unnecessary. 　　He and the principal 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 out-of- 　　control 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 buttocks are really unbearable. It was really fun to spank them 　　, hahaha…” 　　Sophia weakly raised her head and glanced at old John’s ugly face, which 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. The underwear and tight pants she had worn when she arrived were now completely unwearable. 　　Finally, the principal found her a large-sized school uniform to wear. In fact, he had anticipated this 　　consequence and prepared in advance. 　　He helped Sophia slowly downstairs; every step she took was excruciatingly painful in her buttocks. She certainly 　　couldn't drive, so the principal, being a good Samaritan, 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 a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken 　　. 　　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 ten o'clock at night when the principal took Sophia home, but instead of going home, he went straight to his office 　　, eager to see his work. He took out tapes from four hidden video recorders and 　　watched them one by one… 　　He had recorded the entire process of Sophia's buttocks being spanked, from four different angles 　　. So he decided to "stay awake all night," enjoying this top-notch spank film, 　　and continuously… 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 mercilessly punished in various ways
for her unbearably alluring buttocks, watching her clothes gradually dwindle until she was almost naked, 　　her
plump, captivating buttocks struggling, writhing, and twisting under Old John's slaps and cane, accompanied by 　　her
screams and pleas for mercy, he was driven to the 　　brink of madness . All of this 　　seemed to urge him to quickly put his plan into action 　　. But all of 　　this would have to 　　wait until Sophia's buttocks had fully recovered. 　　********** ... Although the quality inevitably suffers some setbacks (due to my limited skill), I have tried my best to reflect the story's 　　highlights. 　　The story doesn't end here; there should be another part, but I haven't found it yet. 　　The English version I read at the time only briefly foreshadowed the future developments, so I'm including it here to avoid leaving 　　fellow enthusiasts "heartbroken" over the beautiful female lead. After Sophia's buttock injury healed, she naturally didn't want to 　　be spanked by the headmaster again for John's sake. However, under the headmaster's blackmail with those videotapes, she had nowhere to turn and ultimately 　　fell under his control again. This headmaster was a spammer (which is not uncommon among British headmasters). 　　But he stopped hitting Sophia's buttocks with the cane. He preferred to use a punitive ruler 　　, and he didn't just punish her once; he wanted to 　　completely control Sophia using the constantly recorded videotapes, because he felt she was the best spanker he had ever met 　　. For a considerable period, the headmaster made her come to him every month (or perhaps every week, I 　　can't remember exactly) 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 ruler seemed to relentlessly pursue her 　　buttocks. 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 promised not to use those videotapes for 　　blackmail again; otherwise, the priest would sue the principal. Finally, Sophia left the school that had haunted her nightmares, 　　stepped into the outside world, and began her new life. 　　********** 　　...

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