”She motioned to someone at the edge of the stage and three spanking pillories, each mounted on a small, mobile platform, were rolled to the center ...f the stage. A black-clad staff woman stood next to each of them. “First,” Mistress Matilda said an almost joyful voice, “a simple spanking for simple problems.” She again used her crop to point and singled out three of the slaves saying, “You... you... and you,” as she pointed to them and then to one of the pillories.“This,” she began, pointing to. I frigged his arse with my fingers until it was stretched enough, then I forced my hard cock into him and I pumped away furiously, cursing at him and insulting with each stroke while I pulled on his long blonde hair with my right and slapping him hard around the side of his head and face with my left.I pulled out of him and used my Judo training to flip him on his back, again I slapped his face he tried to forced himself up I put my left arm across his throat and forced him down, then I hooked. ”I knocked on Vice Principal Hinterberry’s door and we entered when invited.“Thanks for coming. Please take a seat,” said Vice Principal Hinterberry.I heard a quiet woosh of released breath from Maria as she realised it wasn’t going to be bad after all.“I’ve been keeping my ear to the ground and I’m impressed with your maturity,” said Vice Principal Hinterberry. “There hasn’t been the slightest hint around school of a link between Daisy Wilkins and Nazis. I’m putting a lot of trust in you by. The bulldog had a special liking for small k**s. And when they weren’t willing, he didn’t mind forcing them. Squirt was his buddy. Not only did he understand him, he was also short and chubby. The way he liked them. The bulldog looked at Squirt and dropped what he was holding. Squirt knew that look all too well. Montana walked over to him, already unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his belt.The massive bulldog looked at the working table still in disarray. With one swift movement of his hand.