Guest Story: A Hit With The Ladies

By SNM
(inspired by the artwork 'A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds', by Banjo)

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For the first time in years, Randy actually paid attention in class. It wasn't just because he was afraid of getting kicked out of yet another high school; well, he was, but the last time had been for pulling the fire alarm before an exam, not for bad grades. It also wasn't because he had suddenly discovered a passion for learning; Randy had still seen little to make him think that school wasn't a corporate scam. He understood that he needed to bite the bullet and get through one more year to earn his GED, but that didn't make him happy about it. No, the thing that held him captivated was Miss Brookland, or more accurately, the way her ample breasts stood out beneath her white button-down as she turned at a profile to write on the chalkboard. Since the day he arrived at Trask Park Girl's School (which was actually just a few days ago, but it's a figure of speech), Randy had been quite taken with the tall, buxom and blonde history teacher, even if she was a real bitch about classroom discipline.

Oh yeah, Girl's School. About that part. Randy had mixed feelings about being sent to Trask Park. On the one hand, it was a little embarrassing to admit he was going to an all girl school. After his last expulsion, his parents had sat down with the board representative and struggled for hours to find an alternative. Unfortunately, Trask Park was the only high school left in the district that would make an exception for him, and his mother - no matter how much his father insisted on it - couldn't bear to send her darling son away to a boarding school. So, here we was. But on the other hand, despite the embarrassment and the stares and the no football team and the knowledge that he really wasn't supposed to be here, the eye candy at Trask Park was phenomenal. Randy was confident that with his looks and athletics and devil-may-care aura, he'd be drowning in pussy by the end of the term.

Quick Fantasy - Assignment Due

"Looks like someone might be staying back after school with Miss Hanson..."

I had so much fun writing the expanded "new boy at school's welcome paddling" fantasy that I found my mind wandering onto other similar scenarios. Like this one, below...

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It's Friday and you're sitting in your last class for the day, looking forward to the weekend... your first week at your new school has been a rather trying one and it will be good to take a break.

As the last bell rings, your teacher, Miss Hanson, nonchalantly announces that all students are to turn in their assignments before leaving, as they are due today.

What assignment? Your tummy churns; being only here a few days, you didn't even know about any assignment being due, much less have had the chance to have written it!

Nervously, you wait until everyone else has left, each one depositing their papers on Miss Hanson's desk as they pass by and head out the door, until only you and your teacher remain in the classroom.

"Is there something you wanted?" she asks you, raising an eyebrow.

Fantasy - New Student's Welcome Redux

"Miss Hanson's Classroom Rule #1: All spankings are bare, long & hard!"

I've been asked several times if I was going to "finish" the short fantasy piece I wrote here (check out the original post for the background and original art piece). While the original intent was for the reader to fill in the rest with their own imagination, it was requested enough that I decided to try and write a "part two", including the promised Welcome Paddling itself! Of course, I couldn't help but make some new art to go with this too... enjoy!

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It's your first day at a new school. You don't know anybody there, so it's a bit scary.

That morning, you sit nervously in the middle row. Nobody talks to you, but you notice a few looking in your direction and then quickly looking away.

Your new uniform is uncomfortable, much more restrictive than the one at your laid-back previous school. The tie around the collar of your crisp white shirt threatens to strangle you, and you fidget and idly tug down the legs of your navy shorts, which seems too far short for your age, while pulling up your white woolen socks, which itch unpleasantly against your calves.

Despite the irritation of your uniform, you have done your best to look presentable; you want to make a good impression on your new teacher and classmates on your first day, and hope that things will go well.

The teacher arrives to the tune of sharply clicking high heels, and you're stunned at how attractive she is: tall with long blonde hair, breasts straining her dark sweater and shapely bare legs shown off by her knee-length cream skirt.

"Good morning, class," she says cheerfully.

Fantasy - New Student's Welcome

"First day at your new school and this is what greets you..."

Okay, so this Quick Fantasy and Art piece are both unexpected, unplanned and totally new! I wrote a quick little information post earlier today, just as a bit of backstory for anyone who might be new here lately, but then decided I wanted to give the post a little piece of decorative art. I nearly reused an old one, then thought "Nah, I'll quickly whip up something new!" Four or so hours later... this piece was the result!

Despite the unplanned nature of the piece, I really enjoyed making it. Of course, as usual when I'm making a new artwork, I immediately started fantasizing and imagining scenarios while working...

I love "welcome spankings". Just the absolute unfairness and "new things are scary anyway" tone, even in the most "friendly" of welcome spankings is something I find a thrilling concept. Any kind, any situational excuse. Welcome to Auntie's House for the weekend. Welcome to Reform School. Welcome to your new overseas host family. Welcome to the new club. Welcome to your new school or class.

That's the scenario that popped into my head as I started working on the concept of "hot teacher with a blackboard welcoming new students to class", to reflect the "newcomers message" I was posting. Pretty soon, the scenario ran away in my mind...

Art - The Gaijin Exchange Student

So, after the last post (which apparently cost me one Follower!), I decided that today I'd post an artwork I'd done of cute Japanese schoolgirls getting their bottoms smacked.

HA! OF COURSE NOT!!!

"The Gaijin Exchange Student"

True, this is indeed inspired by the 'eighteen-but-only-just Japanese schoolgirl' cliche, and of my love of cute Japanese young ladies in general... but me being me, that's going to manifest itself a little differently in my mind compared to what many other spankos might immediately imagine!

This artwork is actually the result of a fantasy I first had when I was in college, when I - like a lot of western twenty-somethings at that age in that time - suddenly discovered the origin of those badly-dubbed morning cartoons I loved as a kid, and with it the weird wonders of Japanese television, comics, food and culture. And, of course, the girls.

In my fantasy, I would be a 'foreign exchange student' in Japan, which back then my brain told me was like every high school anime ever made (only not so many martial arts duels, demons, aliens or mystical goddess harem girls).

Being a "gaijin" (a non-Japanese "outsider" in Japan), it's hard for me to fit in. The language is hard, the culture is different, and all those pretty girls in sailor suits make concentrating in class pretty tough (not to mention having some insane military nut fighting a panda in the next classroom over!).

Pretty soon, I find myself in trouble, and subject to the strict discipline of my (hot female, of course!) Japanese teacher. Maybe because I suck at Japanese? Maybe because I keep screwing up and making cultural faux pas? Maybe I just keep looking at my female classmates' legs in those short pleated skirts?

Whatever the reason, Sensei is angry, and I'm to be punished. You can guess how, right?

Yes, it's a pants-down, bare bottom spanking over strict Sensei's crisply-skirted lap for the poor exchange student.

Hard, hot and very humiliating, in front of a class of giggling Japanese girls (hey, I'm past trying to explain why they're mostly girls; is there any logic in this?). Maybe with her hand, maybe with a ruler or 'stick' (that seems a rather Japanese thing to spank with, for some reason). Whatever she uses, boy does it hurt! Those Japanese women may be petite, but they can really pack a wallop!

As Sensei spanks, I'm sobbing "I'm sorry! Gomennasai! I'm sorry!". Knowing a few more words of Japanese might come in handy when you're over an angry teacher's knee being spanked to tears in front of the class... too bad I wasn't studying harder, eh?

Finally, she lets me up off her lap and scolds me for being such a crybaby as well as a lousy inattentive student and a naughty little ecchi boy. The class hide smiles and laughter behind their hands, as I nod and agree and apologize contritely, ashamed but not wanting to give Sensei reason to spank me any more.

Then comes the 'Japanese twist': instead of corner time, after the spanking I have to stand outside of the classroom in the hallway, pants around my ankles, holding a bucket of water in each hand, until the lesson is over and Sensei comes to fetch me.

Tears still running down my blushing face, I stand alone in the hall, feeling miserable and humiliated, with my bottom on fire and my arms aching from the heavy, water-filled buckets I'm holding. I just want class to end so I can go and lock myself in a toilet stall and rub my poor, throbbing backside!

Except... when class ends and Sensei comes out, she decides that I haven't learned my lesson yet. Maybe I was unable to hold the buckets up the whole time and had to put them down to rest my arms (a "weak boy" as well as a crybaby!)? Maybe she's a sadist who enjoys tormenting foreign students? Maybe she's still in a bad mood because some ridiculous bimbo just got hired as the school nurse?

Whatever her reason, she tells me I'm to stand there until the bell sounds after lunch (kyushoku)... that's thirty minutes!

And so we finally get to the moment seen in my artwork here, where the girls from class saunter over to tease, torment and laugh at the silly "gaijin" from overseas with his sore red bottom - and everything else - on display in the school hallway.

And then, amid all the giggling and bullying and teasing and prodding and poking, just when I thought this day couldn't possibly get any worse...*sproing!*



I am never going to live this down as long as I'm a student here.

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But... they are really kawaii, aren't they?

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I just hope Sensei doesn't come back and see me like this!



(attributed photos copyright Cutie Spankee; if you're an unreformed heretic and like Japanese girls, please pay them a visit!)

Flashback - New Teacher's First Day

"The New Teacher's First Day"

One of my "oldies" from long ago. Not one of the first pictures I made, but certainly among them. In those days, being a college student, I had more free time so was able to indulge in creating time-consuming artworks of multiple characters like this... even though my old slow computer took ages to render them!

My idea behind this piece was of a new strict teacher's first class at her new school. In my original concept it was likely an all-boys school (a rare thing for me, since it "ruins" witnessed and removes "peer" spankings), and one where female teachers were seen as a "bit of a pushover". But with this new teacher, well... they're in for a sharp shock!

When I was in high school, I had a lot of female teachers (who'd have guessed?) but I always remember one poor young lady who was new, and basically lasted three or four classes before being unable to cope with the rowdy, nasty, totally disruptive nature of a large majority of the boys in the class (not me, of course, I was a good boy!). She had absolutely zero control of the class, who would even throw pens at her and flip tables over, all without repercussion. It was the only class in my school life where things every got that out of control, and it was pretty freaky.

Anyway, even back then, I thought "that wouldn't have happened if they still allowed corporal punishment". I also occasionally daydreamed that her replacement should be a no-nonsense lady with total command and control of her students and zero tolerance for misbehavior and disrespect. Of course, in my horny adolescent daydreams, she would also be A) hot and B) a spanker, and nobody (expect perhaps my fellow students) would mind or see this as "wrong".

This artwork was born partly from this old experience and resulting "daydream". Here, we see this strict new female teacher's very first class. Perhaps because of the past reputation of this class, or perhaps for no other reason than to "set the tone" for her tenure as their new teacher, she introduces herself to the whole class by thrashing each and every one of them soundly and mercilessly!

Being a "good boy" myself, I imagined that she would be as unfair as she was strict... this "introduction" thrashing would be given to the entire class. Not just the known troublemakers, not just the students who were likely to show disrespect and "needed" to be snapped into line. Everyone. Every single student in the class would get caned in that first "introduction" session. And each and every one would get just as many strokes and as hard as the others. The good boys, the bad boys, the quiet boys, the rowdy boys; this new teacher - knowing none of them and not wishing to make distinctions or go on "past records" from their previous teachers or principal - would treat them all equally on her first day there.

For many, it would be the first experience of corporal punishment they'd ever received, but they too were treated the same as those accustomed to a parental palm, hairbrush or belt. And yes, bare bottom. This is hardest on the "shy boys" in the class, but no exceptions are made. This is to be an educational experience for them all, she ensures.

The "introduction" proceeds in an orderly manner. Shorts and underpants are taken down as each student is bent over her desk, each caning taking place with a minimum of discussion and fuss (at least, on the teacher's part!). Those already caned are lined up facing the blackboard/wall with hands on heads with their red, cane-wealed bottoms on display and their pants around knees and ankles as they whimper and sob. Those yet to be caned are made to form a nervous queue, watching in horror and mounting horror as their own turn under that fearsome, whippy cane draws near...

The new teacher intends that every one of her students know from day one that she was a force to be reckoned with. That she would brook no nonsense from any of them. That she expected academic excellence and respectful obedience. And of course, that she would cane without hesitation or mercy if given cause (or even if not!). By the time she's done caning her new class, not a single boy is left without painfully-striped buttocks and tear-streaked face... and not a single boy is in any doubt that their new teacher is the one is not to be messed with!

That day would usher in a "regime change" of dramatic proportions, with this rowdy classroom of flying paper airplanes and nobody paying attention quickly replaced by the quietest, most strictly-run class in the entire school, where nervous students feel butterflies in their tummies whenever called upon to answer a question by teacher or when raising a hand to ask something (and these are the only time they dare speak, now!). A class where homework is submitted on time without excuses accepted, and when low test scores are rewarded with "marks" of a different (and very painful) kind.

For some reason, it's the unfair equality of this scenario that stands out for me the most, as I imagine it now. I wanted to capture the shock of this unexpected day in my art piece, but also the sense of "everyone gets lined up and caned, regardless"; this isn't even a "punishment" as such, but a teacher (mis?)using her new authority to make a decisive and dramatic impression on every one of her students, good or bad!

Now I'm a little older and occasionally feeling even more "submissive" and masochistic than I did as a teenager, I wonder if this scenario would be even scarier if the class depicted had no prior record of rowdiness, but were all caned just the same by this harsh new teacher just to make sure they didn't have any ideas about causing problems for her?

(sorry for the long ramble... I guess that's what happens when you don't post for a while!)

Art: A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds

"A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds"

This picture (which was the basis for my new blog site's "banner" and logo decorations) came about after wanting to do a new "school" scenario artwork. I wanted to feature both a teacher and a "schoolgirl", and decided to make the latter the "class tattletale".

The tattletale's uniform is admittedly more "adult store" than "real school", but it kinda fits my imagination of this as an exclusive college or private senior high, where the girls are allowed (and encouraged!) to dress as teasingly as they wish!

It also fits with my idea that his erection was likely caused by the mean little tattletale sneakily teasing him (crossing her legs so her skirt rides up, playing with her tied blouse, sucking on a pencil) every time he risked a glance over his shoulder from the corner... and then calling the teacher over in mock-shock when he was visibly aroused!

The boy in the corner, already soundly paddled for some unknown offense (perhaps related to his tendency towards "excitement", though I tend to think it was a more mundane and typical school offense, like forgotten homework or tardiness) is desperately trying to persuade the girl not to draw attention to his involuntary excitement... but of course, it's too late and she's not listening to his frantic "shushes" anyway!

The teacher, for her part, isn't impressed. She probably thinks he's aroused as a result of his sore bottom, the perverted little brat! Well, she'll give him something to be excited about this time... it's back in front of the class and over her desk for a second - and *much* harder and longer - paddling for him now!

And it's all that bratty little tattletale's fault...

Flashback: Hall Monitor Meanies

"Hall Monitor Meanies"

This week's "school theme" begun with my new piece continues with this very old artwork of mine, called "Hall Monitor Meanies".

Here, I imagined a boy assigned the chore of scrubbing the school hallway floor with a bucket and sponge (no mop, so he has to do it on his hands and knees). His short pants make this hard on his knees, of course!

The girls "supervising" his work are either all Hall Monitors or Prefects... or at least, one of them (probably the ponytailed girl on the right?) is one, and the rest are her friends who've come to watch the hapless boy scrub the floor in his lunch hour.

I tend to see what happened as follows: he was ordered by the girl(s) to scrub the floor, but when they saw he wasn't doing a good enough job, he was given a bare bottom spanking (perhaps tucked under the angry hall monitor's arm?) then and there! However, during that spanking, he knocked over his bucket, so now he's *really* in trouble! What do others think? Maybe he knocked the bucket over afterwards, since his vision is blurred with tears and he's not paying close attention due to his stinging backside? Or maybe one of the girls walking by *kicked* it over, just to get him in more trouble? What do others think?

With her hands on her hips, the dark haired girl certainly looks annoyed at his "clumsiness"! The blonde on the left is "helpfully" pointing out the mess he's made, while the pigtailed girl behind him is likely explaining either why or what should be done about it! The redhead looks quite amused by the whole "show" (perhaps she's another "new girl" like I suggested in "In Front of the Class"?)

Flashback: In Front of the Class

"In Front of the Class"

It's a "School Special" this week, to celebrate my never-before-posted "A Tattletale Earns Him Seconds" artwork's release!

In this old artwork, I wanted to capture the "ultimate nightmare" of a male student... a pants-down walloping by an attractive but strict teacher in front of his cute female classmates!

Here, he looks (I hope!) suitably "cowed" after a painful encounter with his teacher's heavy wooden school paddle, and is nursing his poor bare bottom with tears running down his face, as Miss points the way back to his (uncomfortably hard) seat.

Meanwhile, the two girls sat in the front row of the class are snickering and giggling to each other. The brunette on the left is a little in awe of having just seen their male classmate get paddled... or maybe she's just surprised at how hard he was paddled, or at what a big baby he's being about it? Or maybe this is her first day at this school, and her previous one didn't allow bare bottom paddlings? What do others think?

Whatever the reason for her amused surprise (she seem to be gasping "Wow!" here to me), her friend on the right (the blonde girl) is much less shocked and more smug: she's probably seen boys get spanked before (leading credence to the "girl on the left is new" theory?) and enjoys the show! Maybe she's pointing out to her female classmate that his reaction isn't unusual, nor is their teacher's severity with him? Maybe she's telling her not to worry, because only boys get paddled like that at this school? Or maybe she's just agreeing smugly "Yeah, that's what he deserved!"

Whatever the whispered discussion in the front row (a good place to sit in this classroom if one wants a "nice view" when a boy gets called up to be paddled by teacher!), do you think that this sobbing spankee is going to *ever* live this incident down with his classmates?