Again, a further avalanche of 20 or 30 spanks landed on her green school panties, her bottom and upper thighs quickly changing from almost pure white to dark pink in seconds.
Like me, she kept the tears back, not wishing to give her spanker any more reward than she was probably getting already from these three spanked young backsides.
Spanking finally over, Trish smoothed her skirt nonchalantly and stood emotionless next to me.
‘Good on you,’ I thought.
“Right, girls, get out of my sight.
Get back to school and collect your things, and come and see me tomorrow after classes to collect your letters,” Miss B instructed.
“Once again Father, Sister, I am so sorry for today’s events. I hope you both feel that the punishment fitted the crime.”
“Oh yes, very much so,” said Father M, somewhat flushed from what he had just witnessed.