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I Hate Costume Parties!I don’t like dressing up; I never did. Even as a kid at Halloween, the only good thing about the day was wandering around with friends at night and getting free candy! I usually tried to avoid adult costume parties, partly because of the costume aspect of it, but also because there’s inevitably a lot of drinking going on. I don’t drink liquor; it makes me sick, so wine and beer are my only alcoholic beverages, and even those I don’t drink more than one or two, beyond which I’m impaired, which I don’t like, and I hate being around a lot of drunks with all the BS, silly drinking games and flirtatious attitudes.I wouldn’t have come to this one except a friend told me it was usually a great party, good hosts, reasonable guests and the important one, lots of girls, often dressed in sexy or revealing costumes. So, I went. Dressed only in a suit, I could claim to be any one of several things depending on whom I was talking to, a doctor, lawyer, etc. Given the number of naughty schoolgirl costumes I saw, perhaps Headmaster would work out? There are always the predictable costumes; monster, zombie, bum, cop, stripper (male or female), French maid and then a few good ones; funny ones. There was a couple, one of whom was peanut butter and the other jelly, prompting endless jokes about when they’d make a sandwich. There was a woman dressed as a brick, and her husband was a bricklayer.Given my love of spanking, it was logical that the naughty schoolgirls would be the most interesting to me. I counted at least four at the party and thought I’d seen a fifth, but it might have been one I’d already counted. Three of them were dressed scantily, that being the naughty part; cleavage bursting out of an unbuttoned blouse, ultra-short skirts that bending over even slightly revealed the requisite white panties, thigh highs, crop tops, etc.One, however, looked much more authentic. She had a nice body, but she let the tight clothing stir the imagination rather than openly displaying her wares. Her blouse fully closed to the neck, with one of those short ties, which cross over at the ends. Her skirt was short, a little above mid-thigh but not up to her crotch. She had a cute face that wasn’t overly made up and her nerdy glasses (part of the costume) and ponytail again looked more authentic than the others whose makeup bordered on a prostitute’s. Add white knee socks and proper black shoes and she looked like she’d just gotten off the bus from Catholic school.She was standing by herself near the entrance to the living room, with an occasional short encounter which couldn’t have been much more than saying ‘hi’. I was partway through my second glass of wine, so with a little false courage I decided to talk to her. She smiled as I approached.“Hello! I must say that your naughty schoolgirl outfit is the best here tonight! Very realistic!” I added.“Thank Malatya Escort you!” she replied. “But I’m just a schoolgirl, not a naughty schoolgirl … at least not yet!” she added with a cute, little smile that was meant only to be funny, not sexy.“My name’s Mark,” I said holding out my hand.“Hi, Mark! I’m Erin,” she replied taking my hand with a firm handshake. “What are you dressed as?” she asked with mild interest.“I don’t know!” I said with a laugh. “I’m not a major fan of costume parties, so this can be whatever it looks like! With all the schoolgirls here maybe, I should be the headmaster!?”“Mmm!” she said with seeming interest. Just as it was starting to get interesting somebody came along and dragged her away saying there was someone she just had to meet. I went back to the living room and found the only place to sit, which was on the fireplace hearth. I had short conversations with a few people who were usually intoxicated, which is why they were short.Alone again, I was thinking of how I should make my exit. ‘Should I just leave or make some excuse to the host?’ I asked myself when Erin showed up and sat right next to me.“Hey!” I said, genuinely happy to see her.“Sorry about that! Some guy they thought I’d like. I didn’t. So, where were we?” she asked with an impish smile.“I was about to ask you when you’d become a naughty schoolgirl?” I replied trying to measure her interest. Are her suggestive comments just teasing conversation or was there some interest?“Well, I guess that would be when I’ve done something I need to be punished for!?”“Hmm,” I said stalling for time and an answer, “and who would be the one punishing you? Would it be:A- Your daddy who puts you across his knee and spanks your bottom to teach you a lesson? ORB- The Headmaster of the school whose uniform you’re wearing who spanks and paddles his students to instill discipline? ORC- A teacher who suggests he give you a spanking in exchange for the improved grade you were looking for?”“B”, she says.“B?” I ask.“B – the headmaster,” she replies with a sexy smile.  “Of an all-girls school.  You know, a couple hundred teenage girls with raging hormones and no boys around to take care of them,” she adds with a naughty smile.“Okay, so what kind of headmaster is he?” I ask ready to present another multiple-choice question.  “Is he:A-  A by-the-rules headmaster who has the girls raise their skirts and bend over his desk for a good paddling, and whether he takes their panties down depends upon the severity of their behavior? ORB-  A lecherous headmaster who considers the permission to spank his students one of the benefits of his job while he takes his girls over his knee for bare-bottom spankings and the prettiest or shapeliest girls find his hands and fingers wandering? ORC-  One who’s in between those two who takes discipline seriously, but is Malatya Escort Bayan occasionally taken in by that rare girl who enjoys receiving his punishment and encourages his wandering fingers as she lays bare-bottomed across his knee?”“Ooo, definitely C!” she says emphatically.  “So, are you:A-  My friend trying to console me with encouraging words of ‘You’ll be alright’ or ‘You can take it’ as I make my way to the headmaster’s office at the end of the day as ordered by my teacher? ORB-  My brother who delights in my predicament and tells me I deserve it; that it’s about time I got seriously punished for the behavior that got me into this school to begin with? ORC-  My headmaster?”“C of course!” I said both of us now smiling. “And what have you done to deserve this punishment? Is it:A-  Clowning around and disrupting your English teacher’s class? ORB-  Talking back to the teacher and disrespecting him in front of the class OR C-  Who cares? I just want to get punished!”“D!” she says leaning closer to me. “All of the above!” she clarifies. So, do you:A-  Write me off as some kinky, weirdo tease who you won’t get anywhere with? ORB-  Think this is interesting, but not your thing? ORC-  Want to take me over your knee right now and give me a good spanking with my panties down?”“C! Definitely C, though I don’t think you really want it ‘right now’, but is there somewhere better nearby?”“My apartment is in the building across the parking lot,” she says, putting her hand on my thigh, and adds, “Sir!” We left the party at once without saying a word to anyone and walked over to Erin’s apartment. Unlocking the door, we both stepped into a living area that was a mirror image of the one we’d just come from.“I use the second bedroom as my office which should suit your purposes, sir. Call me in when you’re ready for me!” she said and added, “Oh, and look in the bottom right drawer!” I walked down the short hallway, easily found the room, and went in. Her large wooden desk was in the center of the room with a high-back executive chair behind. There was one small armless chair in the corner, which I moved in front of the desk for Erin.Taking my seat behind, I looked in the suggested drawer and found her cache of sex toys including the normal vibes and dildos, but also some handcuffs and several paddles. I chose two; a small round leather paddle good for over-the-knee use and a long school paddle of thick, light-colored wood with the requisite holes drilled in the paddle’s face. Ready! I went to the door and peeked out.“Miss Erin?” I called out not seeing her.“Yes, sir? Here I am!” she said coming out of the bathroom.“Get in here right now, young lady!” I said as sternly as I could manage. Erin followed me into the room and sat in the chair I motioned to while I took my seat behind the desk. “Well Miss Erin, you seem unable Escort Malatya to get through even a few days without getting in some kind of trouble. Mrs. Henry this time?”“Yes, sir. I like Mrs. Henry and I’m sorry I made a scene in her class.”“Why don’t you tell me what happened?”“I was goofing around with my friends, I guess kinda making fun of what she was trying to teach us. When she yelled at me for it, I told her to ‘fuck off’.”“Well, at least you’re honest about it. That is what she told me as well. You realize this is a serious issue and will require considerably more severe punishment!”“Yes, I know it’s serious, sir. How much more severe?”“In addition to a much longer spanking, you will also be punished with both of these,” I said pointing to the paddles sitting on the desk. “Also, most of it will be on your bare bottom! I will start with a hand spanking across my knee on your panties, but they will quickly come down for more spanking with my hand and the small paddle. Then you will bend over the desk for a dozen swats of the school paddle and if you give me any trouble at all I won’t mind increasing the count on any of them!”“Holy shit! Please don’t …”“Such language! Now it’ll be eighteen with the school paddle! Want to try for twenty-four?”“No sir!” she said quickly. “I guess you want me to ask for my punishment like usual?”“Yes, please,” I said, liking her suggestion.“I have behaved horribly, sir. I’m deeply sorry. Please give me a spanking and a paddling on my bare bottom.”“As you wish. Stand up,” I commanded and walked around the desk to sit in her chair. “Lift your skirt!” I added recognizing that as tight as it was, it would be difficult to get out of the way once she was on my lap. She left her skirt banded about her waist, revealing a pair of bright red and very tight panties that covered most of her lower cheeks where I tend to concentrate my swats. “Over my knee!” I said pulling her down by her left forearm to her position on my lap.Without warning, I began spanking her on her tight panties, getting lots of ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Ow’s’ as I did, but she was also showing signs of enjoyment. Even after a long flurry of spanks on one spot, she raised her bottom up inviting more. I wasn’t counting but I’d guess we were nearing a hundred when I decided to take her panties down.“Pleeeease, sir! Not on my bare bottom!?” she cried as my fingers slipped under the elastic waist. Dragging the tight elastic across her red cheeks got a positive reaction. Once below her cheeks, I had to peel the damp fabric of her panties away from her moist crotch and leave them just above her knees.Perfectly round, squishy cheeks came into view that some might say showed ‘a few extra pounds’ but I thought were magnificent. I could already picture them jiggling around like a bowl of Jell-O when spanked. I couldn’t see much of her pussy, just a shiny, slick slit that I hoped I’d get a taste of!“This is the first time I’m spanking you on your bare bottom, young lady, but it won’t be the last if this behavior doesn’t change. Do anything like this again, and you’ll be naked from the waist down and bent over my desk from the outset! Do you understand?”

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