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From Blushes 11 When Diana Fraser had first moved into the Sixth Form College of Brankwood School she had been pleased. It was a positive sign of her growing maturity, since girls had to be at least 17 when they were sent there. You had to be pretty bright to get in there at 17; most of the pupils were, in fact, 18 like Diana herself. One or two were even 19 which seemed an absurd age to Diana for a girl to still be at school. Even if that School was now called a College. She longed for the day she would leave and, with the idea of hastening that moment, decided to do as little work as possible. Her aunt, who was her guardian, would almost certainly not want to go on paying the excessive fees if she were making little progress. The Sixth Form College at Brankwood was isolated from the rest of the school. Indeed, it stood in its own well-kept grounds and no Juniors were ever allowed in. This had always intrigued Diana Fraser, since it gave the ivy-covered building an air of ‘grown-u...

Another AI-enhanced picture bonus, from a recent post on spankingforum.su . This one is based on the story Civil Liberties . The model’s hairstyle has been altered but her gloriously plump knickered bottom has been nicely enhanced.

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Photo-story from Janus 62 ‘Bend down! ’ the Headmaster barked. Marjorie Jenkins leaned forward, the dark brown school skirt up over her hips to display matching knickers tight across her bottom. Six ‘lates’, and swearing at the art mistress! It was quite rare to receive an official caning these days; next time she would be more… Hisss-whop! ‘Aaghh!’ The stick slammed into the girl’s hindquarters. a streak of agony. Marjorie’s face contorted, her fair hair dancing, the rebellious blue eyes almost filled as she fought back the tears. The Head’s cane swished again, struck across her straining knickers with no less vigour. scaldingly accurate, just below where the first stroke had traced its burning path. ‘Pup-please, sir. I —’ ‘Silence, girl!’ The hateful rustle of his gown came to Marjorie’s ears as the cane rose high, then the grunt which accompanied the horrifying  whop  of the Head’s crook-handled symbol of authori...