Making out behind the bleachers

Continued from: Safe, sane, consensual

Did you know the term "bleachers" is derived from open-air, baseball seating known as "bleaching boards". Typically the seating was just bare wooden planks, bleached by the sun...

Isn't etymology fun? 

So this is how we started the scene. Making out behind the bleachers...

We had Nancy and Kaylee all done up in their Catholic school uniforms with Kaylee playing the role of an actual female, not a sissy male. Hair, makeup, perfume, cotton knickers, Summer and I had thought of everything. 

They were having a grand ole' time, cutting class to fornicate and smoke darts, until they were caught by Coach Cooper.

Cooper had a script to stick to. Which would have sounded something like: 

"What's the meaning of this!! You two young ladies need to come with me right now! Who's your homeroom teacher?" 

The Coach marched the two miscreants back to my classroom to rat them out and tell me what he caught them doing. 

I handed down both their sentences swiftly, as they faced the blackboard at the front of the class. 

"Thirty minutes facing the blackboard girls, then you are going to be paddled and caned on your bare bottoms before seeing the Principal," I chirped out.

They both groaned out loud in humiliation and shame, knowing the other students were watching them and would most definitely witness their punishments. 

Coach Cooper, then stated out loud (part of his script), that since he was the one who caught them, as the aggrieved party, he should be allowed to stay and watch the paddling and caning. 

Ummmm, no. 

"Creeper", I whispered under my breath as the Coach left. Summer and Cassie giggled from their desks. 

After a thirty minute timeout, Kaylee was called to the pommel horse first. He draped his body overtop so his Mary Janes were off the floor. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down to his knees. 

Summer and Cassie came closer to watch, as poor Kaylee was paddled and caned on his bare bottom. 

Nancy was next. She received the exact same punishment as Kaylee while the other students watched on. Twelve strokes of the paddle and six of the best with the cane. 

Both punished girls fully removed their panties and hung them on the hooks with the implements. I marched them down the hall to the Principal's office, bare naked under their pleated skirts. The cool draft may have helped soothe the stinging of their bottoms. 

They both turned to say "I'm sorry Ma'am", as I left them alone with Principal Branson. He wasted no time in getting Nancy into the naughty corner, so she could listen to what Kaylee was about to endure.

The Principal led Kaylee over to the sofa and took him across his knee. Branson administered a long, hard spanking, before switching to a school paddle that had Kaylee bawling like a little girl. All Nancy could do was listen and tremble in the corner of that office. 

The sobbing Kaylee, took Nancy's place in timeout when it was her turn for a dose of the same. 

Her entire jumper eventually came right off, and she was spanked directly on the bare, wearing only her knee socks, bra and Mary Janes. 

Principal Branson finished with Nancy and helped her to her feet. 

"Young lady, dry your tears and get dressed. I want you to head down to the gymnasium equipment room and spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing it, is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir", she sniffled out. 

"Kaylee, you'll be staying here with me, in detention"...

******

Nancy put herself to work right away, wondering what might be happening up in the Principal's office at this very moment. Was Kaylee still in the corner, was he being made to write lines, or maybe the Principal had Kaylee doing something else? Nancy thought curiously.  

She was suddenly startled by the feeling of a presence behind her. 

"Oh heavens! Coach Cooper, you scared the daylights out of me," Nancy proclaimed, in her very best Dorothy in distress tone. 

This was awkward, the Coach hadn't said anything yet. 

As Nancy turned around, she noticed something in his hand. It was a cell phone. Coach Cooper turned it face up to reveal an image on the screen and Nancy leaned in to look. 

"Oh God no!" Nancy mewed out. 

The Coach's phone was displaying a photo of Nancy kissing Kaylee behind the bleachers. The next photo was Nancy and Kaylee sneaking a cigi together.

The Coach finally spoke...

"Nancy, you know I play darts every Tuesday night with your Father right?" 

"Please Coach Cooper no! Nooooo. Don't tell my Daddy, he'll surely take his belt to me," Nancy cried out, continuing to plead with the Coach. 

"Please Sir, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Daddy!" 

With a slight underbite to his jaw and a sinister gin, framed by his creepy moustache, the Coach told Nancy: 

"You can start by changing into your cheer outfit, don't you have practice today, young lady?"

Meanwhile, up in Principal Branson's office, things weren't going much better for poor Kaylee...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

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