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I know, I know — we’ve seen this photo-set before, in After the Match . But honestly, it’s worth revisiting in a different story isn’t it? From Uniform Girls 26. Wing Attack: Sandra Meadows She squealed. The ball had gone high, arcing up against the shimmering sun and she was momentarily blinded. She jumped nonetheless, guessing its trajectory, trainers thrusting against the smooth tarmac. In upward motion, thighs taut, short blue skirt flipping up to display the thin knickers stretched drum-tight over the straining firm-muscled bulb of her bottom. Bare arms reaching skywards, short blonde curls flying in the blazing sun that forced her for the second to close her eyes. Fingertips blindly clutching. As the ball descended it blotted out the burning orb and her eyes, opening, could see. That her position was not quite right. Her arms slewed back beyond the blonde bell of her head in a desperate attempt because Mr Carstairs would n

A classic CalStar film. Cute girls. Stars: Jane Whitman, Marilyn Craig [I believe CalStar used to just make these names up randomly] Two wayward schoolgirls must learn a harsh lesson. And their PT Instructor Mr Adams is just the one to teach it. After a callisthenic warm up they must bare their bare bottoms to his punishing hand. The pain and humiliation of spanking is just the beginning. A limber cane leaves their pink posteriors thoroughly decorated with red welts. After their hour-long ordeal they are allowed to soothe their bare bottoms in a delightful bubble bath. Of course it’s the PT instructor who gets to powder their behinds. They’ve learned their lesson for now. But somehow Mr. Adams suspects they’ll be back. Review from  spankingfilmreview.com: A surprise for us, from the forgotten archives of CalStar. Not the most impressive spankings, but if you share our interest in naked punishment PT, and the use of some exe

 

Final part of the story from Blushes Supplement 16 With a silent prayer Paula crept along the corridor. It was 7 pm and the school was deserted, all the pupils gone home long ago and now all the other staff as well. The cleaners too would have finished. Just herself — and of course Mr Brentwood. Waiting for her. In that little room adjoining the gym at the end of the corridor. Her training room, he called it. There was just possibly a  faint  chance that he wouldn’t be here. Like last Tuesday. That note in her pigeon-hole:  ’Unfortunately I shall not be able to attend this evening as I have an important engagement.’  Paula had almost wept with relief when she read it. Her session with Mr Brentwood  called off . Of course he had made up for it on Thursday, making her perform twice as hard and for twice as long. But at least there had been the bliss of missing it on Tuesday evening. There had not been a note today so there was no