The ‘Fantasy Island’ Person, Place, and Thing spanking story contest really got some imaginations going…and here’s a little whodunit for you all, spanking style.
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It was a sunny day in the little cottage, out in the middle of the private wood, and Ms Kane was luxuriating with a well earned drink in the shade of the umbrella.
In front of her were Sarah, and Dennis, naked, and tied to trees, face first, their sobs mingling with the bird song.
Both their bottoms, and to a lesser extent the back of their legs, were bright red, slightly bruised around the edges, and giving off even more heat than the sun provided.
Spanked, caned, and birched, they had excepted Ms Kanes invitation, well demand, that they accompany her to her summer house on the island, fully expecting a punishment spanking for their misdeeds, but never expecting an open air punishment.,
“am i not kind enough that i allow the cooling breeze to cool down your dreadfully hot bottoms”? asked Miss Kane
“yes miss”,
“thank you miss”, the couple said in unison, afraid that any other answer would lead to another punishment spanking.
Ms Kane rose from her lounger,put her knitting to one side, said excuse me one minute, to the couple, and entered the cottage to get another drink, and some water for the woodland ornaments arranged outside, tied to the trees. She looked through the open window at them wigging their bottoms, almost in unison, to try and get even more cold air to their flayed derriers.
She heard the tinkling of her mobiles,made by her last class at Sternwood.
The blue,and green, and clear glass, in various shapes, hung from string and wire from the ceiling all over the cottage.
Creating shafts of colour and light,and gentle ‘tink’ noises in various notes,as they gently moved in the summer breeze.
Then she heard it. A faint whispering coming from behind her locked study door, she quietly removed her keys from her pocket, and crept forward, she put her ear to the door, definitely whispering.
She shouted
“i know your in there, i have a walking stick,and you dont scare me.” Miss Kane said with all her vocal and tonal inflections learnt after so many years of controlling unruly classes.
As The whispering continued, she put the key in the lock, turned it, and burst through the door, closing it behind her. She would show them.
There was nobody in the room…
The small window was still open but nobody could have climbed through that.
The rest of the windows were locked.
Ms Kane rushed over to check that they were locked.
The whispering seemed to continue from behind her desk, but before she went over, she smelt it.
That burning smell of paper.
She looked at her side table, and there were the ashes of something. Putting her stick down on the desk, she rushed over and saw the faint outline left on the bottom of the spine of the book.
Journal, she read out loud, to herself..
her favourite book was a pile of ashes.
“I know your there, and so help me i shall beat you for this..”
In a fury she rushed over to the desk.
Looking around the corner she saw… nothing.
she looked around the room…under the table… nothing.
She knew there was no secret passages, the cottage had been built to her specifications, some 20 years ago.
So how had the people she heard whispering escape..
And who had set fire to her spanking journal?
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Excuse me
I speak just a little englih.
Shame!
I kiss you!
Sounds like someone is going to get it.
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