Lovely sweet desperation from Fiona. She hands over her jacket. "What do you mean, 'bare bottom'?" Over a chair, uniform dress up, nice black knickers come down with no delay. An elegant bottom shines in perfect lighting. Margaret gives her a good six, with evident enjoyment, lots of fondling and sawing with the cane. Immediate weals; beggng. Headmaster Mr. Abel, one of the grizzled ageplayers from the CalStar/Imprint era, wanders in.
This is too good to be true--a pretty little 18 year old student compromised bare bottom over a desk and an equally inviting teacher. He gives Miss Daly a tongue-lashing. She is a lousy teacher and, what's more, ineffective with the cane. She is told she is to be fired at the end of the term. When they are alone, she scrambles to recover. "Don't you find me attractive?" She wiggles her bottom and flashes panties like one of her girls, and of course suggests a spanking to arbitrate her situation. She is to report to Abel's office at 7 PM. "It will be quite a sound spanking." We are counting on that.
7 PM chimes. Abel loves her attire. "Ooh, that's nice. I suppose you've come for a spanking. Let's have that dress off." Down to bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. We can see Margaret was expecting to hand over the dress. She gets a light handspanking and collapses on the floor, whining and pleading--an actress! Back OTK, pants down now, not much of a spanking, but a pretty sight and squirming lapful. Margaret starts to coo. Abel is getting excited too. He suggests he'd like to pour champagne over her bottom. There are hugs and fondling---Abel gets in a legitmate feel-up. "You're learnng your lesson."
Margaret is no dummy. "The lesson is just beginning, sir." No hard spanking in this exercise, but succinct, erotic, and top bottoms.