Schoolgirl Spanking

What is it about schoolgirl spankings that is so interesting to us?  It’s a very common theme of fantasies, stories  and videos.

Is it the uniform?  The veiled lesbianism?  The discipline setting?  The young firm bodies and bottoms?  The illicit behavior combined with the knowledge that schoolgirl spanking actually occurs in places, so it has the tinge of reality. 

Personally, I think it’s a combination of all of these reasons.

I have to relay a personal spanking memory I have — and for anyone doubting me, all I can tell you is this really did happen.  I hope you find it as much fun as I did when it happened.

Where I grew up, there was a Catholic boarding school right down the street from my house.  It was very imposing, with a church on one side of a brick wall and a large iron fence on the other.  I was always fascinated thinking about what went on in there, and what it might look like on the inside. 

Once a day, they would open the iron gates and you could catch a glimpse of the courtyard, with the school and living quarters inside.  And, occasionally, on my walks down the street, I would look inside the keyhole and watch the pretty girls in their uniforms playing in the courtyard.  They wore crisp white shirts and pleated skirts with red and black stripes; their uniforms were actually completed by white short socks and patent leather shoes.

And while the convent was a boarding school for girls ranging from 12-17, they also accepted girls on a day-school basis.  That group included a friend of mine who we’ll call Anne.  Anne was smart, funny, spunky and gorgeous.  She had blonde hair, brown eyes and a perfect body.  We had been really good friend for years. 

One day, Anne and some of her friends from the convent were going to hang out after school, and she asked me if I wanted to join her.  Really excited at this opportunity to finally get inside and take a look at this secret world I’d only glanced through a keyhole, I jumped at the chance.  I followed Anne and her friends up to one of the dorm rooms, where there were a bunch of beds placed side-by-side, kind of like a nice army barracks.  We sat there, hanging out, laughing, drinking coke and eating pop rocks.  I was fairly straight-laced back then and amazed at how wild the boarding school girls were, and with no idea I was about to witness schoolgirl spanking.

I don’t remember exactly how it began.  Several girls were smoking and several were swearing.  One girl uttered a particularly bad curse word, at which another of her friends decided she’d gone too far.  Purely in fun, she dragged her friend over to one of the beds, sat down and threw the girl over her knees.  Yanking her skirt up, she began spanking her friends’ panty-covered bottom. As she went on, she picked up the pace of the spanking, although the girl across her lap showed no sign of pain other than some playful kicking.

Then, as I watched in shock and amazement, other girls joined in.  Some helped spank the original miscreant — a few just climbed over other girls’ laps. There I sat, only a bed away, watching as these Catholic schoolgirls spanked each other. Then, to my utter amazement, Anne joined in the action.  I sat there, fascinated, watching these girls laughing, wrestling and spanking each other.  I guess it would be understating things somewhat to say I found it all rather exciting.

So there you have it.  That’s my real-life memory of a schoolgirl spanking.  And while I don’t know the exact reasons it sparks so much fantasy, I can honestly say the reality of watching it firsthand was really fun.  And although I was too shy to join in at the time, the voyeur in me had a really good time.

Happy Spanking,
T

For more schoolgirl spanking – see our video The Girls of St. Thrashmore.