Variation on a Theme — Spankers Gallery - The Artist #2 (Culver)

Culver’s second variation on the theme of Spankers Gallery - The Artist takes inspiration from the old comics Dandy, Beano, etc.

It was Art time in the Girls’ Upper Sixth, and Millie the Minx, 18, was busy drawing a picture at her desk.

There was no uniform requirement at Whack Street Comprehensive, so Millie was wearing her red-and-black stripy top, black skirt and boots. Her fulsome tits strained tight against her top, and her peachy bum filled out her skirt a treat.

Millie scribbled away furiously, licking her lips.

Her best chums sat around her and giggled: Penny the Peril, Tess the Terrible, ‘Corky’ Cass and ‘Keyhole’ Kath. They were also all 18, wildly pretty and precocious: a muddle of wacky hairstyles, lithe bodies, tight crop tops, micro skirts and denim cut-off shorts.

‘MINX! FRONT! NOW!’ bellowed Mr Snodgrass from the front of the room.

The old master, in his tweed jacket and crooked mortarboard, looked very fierce.

Millie only smirked. ‘Righto, sir!’ she said, strutting down the aisle with her drawing held aloft.

Her chums whispered and nudged one another.

Minnie loved an audience.

Mr Snodgrass peered at the paper through his spectacles. ‘Hmmm… very neat! VERY good indeed!’ he declared.

Minnie’s eyes widened. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all.

Then he turned the page round. It was a bold drawing of a parrot.

Millie's chums exploded with mirth. Penny even tumbled off her chair.

‘You were told FAMILY, not FEATHERS!’ thundered Mr Snodgrass, stamping his foot.

Millie planted her fists on her hips. She thrust her tits conspicuously towards Mr Snodgrass, the twin mounds straining taut against her top.

‘It’s Polly, sir! Mum says she’s just like one of the family!’

The girls roared again.

‘That will do, the lot of you!’ barked Mr Snodgrass. ‘And this is going on the wall!’

Millie groaned. She tried to fix the picture high, using a lump of FastStick.

‘Lower!’ commanded Mr Snodgrass.

She moved it down.

‘Lower still!’ he snapped.

At last Polly stared out from shin height, a very silly position. Millie scowled, bending over with her bottom sticking out.

Mr Snodgrass wasn’t finished yet. ‘Stay there!’ He reached round to unfasten Millie’s skirt, then pulled it clean off — together with her knickers!

Millie’s chums stared open-mouthed at the minx’s bare bottom.

Mr Snodgrass brandished his cane.

SWISH! WHACK! went the cane.

‘YAAAH!’ went Millie, hopping about with stars spinning round her head, one boot flying off.

The girls fell about with laughter.

‘Get back in position!’ Mr Snodgrass ordered.

This time he told her to STAY in position, and he placed a dunce’s hat on the back of her head.

SWISH! WHACK!

A second stripe flared across the minx's buttocks.

‘YAAAH!’

Tess grinned malevolently. She loved watching a caning, and she started rubbing her fanny.

SWISH! WHACK!

The third stripe. Millie shrieked. The dunce’s hat fell off.

Cass loved watching bare-bum whackings as much as Tess did. She, too, began rubbing herself.

SWISH! WHACK!

The fourth stripe. Millie screamed.

Penny ogled the scene, every bit as thrilled as the others. She stroked her fanny just as eagerly. Kath was also at it, writhing with pleasure, mere moments from squirting.

SWISH! WHACK!

The fifth stripe. Millie cried and pleaded for mercy.

Tess, Cass, Penny and Kath LOVED it when the minx cried and begged, so they stripped off naked and rubbed EACH OTHERS’ fannies! It was THEIR turn to see stars spinning round their heads!

Mr Snodgrass fumed. He saw what those little devils were up to and knew he’d have to thrash THEM, too, before the Head got wind of their riotous antics! (See our next exciting issue — only 2d!)

SWISH! WHACK!

Millie’s sixth and final stripe. She was weeping bitterly now, blubbering uncontrollably.

Mr Snodgrass was hot and bothered beyond endurance. Puffs of steam billowed from his ears.

There was only one thing for it. He discarded the cane, unbuckled his belt and let his tweed trousers and Y-fronts descend to his ankles.

He rubbed himself urgently against Millie’s hot, bare bottom which, by now, was just as stripy as her top. Still sobbing, the minx bit her lip and pushed rhythmically back against him.

Millie's spent, flustered chums, naked to a girl, caught sight of two plasters stuck in a cross shape on their teacher's thrusting bum. Classic Snodgrass, that! They giggled wickedly, then gave his sweaty rump a helpful shove: four pairs of schoolgirl hands, pressed against heaving male buttocks!

Mr Snodgrass grunted loudly, gripping Millie’s waist as if his life depended on it. Her naked raucous classmates spurred him on, squashing against him, their teenage tits brushing his arms and back.

‘THAT… will teach… YOU! You MINX!’ he ejaculated. ‘NNAAARGH!’

‘YAAAH!’ went Millie.

‘WHEEEE!’ went the girls.

Now the stars were spinning round SIR’S head!

Polly the pencil-drawn parrot glared at everyone’s trembling knees, and at the sticky mess on the parquet floor!