Suddenly the hand was gone and my bottom tingled and felt naked and alone. I heard the dull “whack” long before I felt it. The hand was already high in the air when a dull warmth flooded through me and I realized with astonishment that Miss Craven was indeed spanking me like a little boy! The hand came down again, the warmth intensifying. I cannot say that it hurt. Over my shorts and knickers I was fairly well protected, and Miss Craven was not spanking me very hard. In my confused state she could have placed a branding iron against my skin and I doubt I would have felt it. But it was horribly humiliating.

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