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Sports Comeback

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This is the follow-up video to  Spanking College  from Cheek to Cheek featuring the same three gorgeous girls. The review from  spankingfilmreview.com : As with the other Cheek to Cheek productions, this involves mild spanking and very pretty actresses. Lots of undressing, shower scenes, etc. The storyline here involves three girls not performing properly in school sports. The girls are caught drinking and partying, and must report to the headmaster. They either take his punishment or leave school. Undressing and shower scenes as the girls put on their gym clothes. The Head sends each girl on a run with a paddle smack to her buttocks. Trestle time in the gym. Each girl drops her shorts or skirt and bends over a trestle, nothing but a sawhorse with a blanket pad. Legs spread wide, pussy flashes. Then a variation of the diaper position worthy of description. A brunette sits cowboy style on a chair then throws her legs up in t

Home Sweet Home

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Story from Blushes 22 Always, before, he’d either used his hand or a slipper. When he had first showed her that split tawse, earlier in the afternoon, she had though she was going to faint. ‘N-no… you wouldn’t!’ she had gasped. He gave her a funny sort of look. ‘Don’t be silly, Pauline,’ he said. ‘Why on earth wouldn’t I?’ She hadn’t really got an answer to that. His hold over her was far stronger than she liked to admit. Would she ever be able to escape him? It must happen one day; meanwhile she must endure it all. ‘P-please… not that. It looks so awful.’ She watched him running his fingers over the dark brown leather thongs. They had a rather oily look. It was like something they used in Victorian schools, she thought. Wherever had he got it? ‘I’ve spanked you often enough,’ he said. ‘I’ve slippered you too. But it doesn’t seem to have had any effect. You still go on doing it.’ How did he know she did, Pauline wondered

Mr Fulford’s New Maid

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From New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.17 The girl on the stairs has a distressed look. Her pretty face is flushed, tearful. She would like to wipe a hand at those big brown and very moist eyes but that is not easy as she is carrying a tray of tea things and really needs two hands for it in her present wobbly-legged state. We can see a lot of her legs of course. The whole shapely length of them in the black nylons with the bare soft pale thighs above. We can see her bottom too. Her bare bottom. The rather wobbly bare cheeks are red, inflamed. We can see all of this because the skirt of her black dress is pinned up to her waist at the back and underneath it she has nothing on. No knickers. Just the slim black straps of a suspender belt fastening the taut tops of the sheer black stockings. It is a maid’s dress this pretty girl is wearing in such a revealing manner. A plain black dress with a little white collar and with a white a

Original Spanking Art — Darcy 2: OBB 1 — Holly Willoughby

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Back in the day, letter writers to Janus magazine used to nominate celebrities for the Order of the Burning Bot. Here is Darcy’s nomination… And in case anyone is unfamiliar with the delightful Ms Willoughby…

A Visit from the School Inspector

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The final instalment in the adventures of Marjorie Tompkins/Simpkins from Blushes 11, sequel to Marjorie Simpkins: A Maiden All Forlorn , Back to School and Marjorie Toes the Line . ‘What’s he like, this school inspector?’ queried Marjorie Tompkins. She was seated on Mr Collingwood’s lap in the latter’s sitting room. It was 6pm but as live-in secretary to the Headmaster at Oakwood Academy, a minor boys public school, one could naturally be required to work outside the normal office hours. Not that Marjorie was exactly working at the moment but she would certainly put it down as overtime when she presented Mr Collingwood with her weekly sheet of hours worked. Marjorie was attired in demure high-necked white blouse and black skirt but the blouse was unbuttoned to her waist and as Marjorie was not wearing a bra her boobs were fully on display  —  except that Mr Collingwood’s hand was covering one. ‘I suppose he’s like all his kind