Camp For Spanking by Clifton Vann
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She demanded that the boy give her the piece of paper.

Roland was not about to give her anything.

“I won’t,” he snapped defiantly, “and what are you going to do about it?”

Roland stood there frozen. After the students left for their next classes, Martha King looked at the defiant boy.

Roland flung before her eyes a picture she would never forget. It showed a man thrusting his prick down a woman’s throat. She looked at it and turned, startled.

“What are you doing with a picture like that?”

“Roland, this is a dirty, filthy, picture. Do you have any more?”

“A few,” he smiled, “I get them from my dad.”

She was concerned but now that she had learned that it was his father who possessed the pictures, she thought twice. Apparently there was nothing she could do.

“I think I ought to punish you.”

“Go ahead,” Roland smiled.

“I’m going to use the paddle on you,” she insisted.

She went over to her desk and told him matter-of-factly, “Bend over and pull down your pants. You’re going to feel this.”

He accommodated her by bending down and pulling his pants and baring his buttocks. As she slapped away at his buttocks with the paddle she felt her mound moistening. This startled her so much her body trembled.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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