It was just chance that I dropped past the school on Saturday afternoon. I'd been working on some photos during the week and I'd left the SD card with all my work in my office. I could easily have left collecting them until the Monday but I was in the area and I had time on my hands so I swung past.
I let myself in and headed down to my office to grab the card. I noticed that the lights were on in one of our studios and made a mental note to turn them off before I left. We have a couple of small studios. The senior classes use them during media studies. Some of the students are quite talented in putting together a film.
SD card safely tucked away I wandered down to the studio. I was surprised to hear voices and some odd noises coming from it, because if there was work going on there it should have been run past me first, for official approval. Not wanting to just barge in if some students were doing some serious work that I'd forgotten about I paused just outside the door where I could see what was going on.
It was quite an interesting sight. There were three cameras placed in strategic spots filming the action. There wasn't anyone behind the cameras; they were just running on automatic. There was a fourth camera on the desk. I assumed that they were using this as their mobile camera and for close-ups.
There was also three girls there, busy making a film. All senior girls, I noticed, in their last year. Actually, I suppose I shouldn't call them girls as they were all of age, the youngest having just celebrated her eighteenth birthday with a party in the school gym. Rather fortunate, considering the sort of film they seemed to be making. Let me describe the scene.
One young lady was sitting on the table at the front of the room. She was wearing big-rimmed glasses, had on a short black skirt that had ridden well up her thigh and a starched white blouse. Very school-marmish, if it hadn't been for the abundant cleavage showing off a lacy bra and a magnificent pair of breasts. I'd always know Sandy was well-endowed but just hadn't really appreciated how well-endowed. Now I did.
Bending over one of the desks was Susan. She was wearing a white blouse knotted under her breasts, leaving her tummy bare. If she was wearing a bra it wasn't noticeable, although a fair amount of cleavage was. She also had on a very short skirt, which I assumed was meant to be school uniform. Because she was bending over the desk the skirt had ridden up, showing a delightful expanse of thigh. And bottom. The back of that skirt had ridden up almost waist high. Panties? Maybe a thong, but there was no visible sign of them.
Standing behind her and to the side was Isabel, she of the recent birthday. Same outfit as Susan, and I'll swear no bra. Panties, I could say one way or the other, because she was standing up and her skirt hadn't ridden up.
The reason Susan was bending over the desk was easily spotted. Isabel was spanking her. Those slaps were the extra sounds I'd been hearing.
The whole scenario seemed to be that a stern schoolmistress was making one of her students spank another. Not very hard spanks, I noted, as Isabel swatted and Susan squealed, rising up on her toes as the spank landing, and then spoiling it all by giggling.
"Blast it, Susan," called Sandy. "You can't go giggling. You're being beaten. Isabel, spank harder."
"Don't bother, Isabel," I said, strolling in to three horrified squeaks.
Susan was standing up straight real fast, smoothing her skirt down in front of her. Too late, Susan. I'd already noted that my guess had been correct. No panties. Not even a thong. I wondered if Isabel was the same.
I strolled around the room, turning off the cameras. I'd have to make a point of deleting the contents in front of the girls. I could always recover them. I suspected that there might be some interesting shots on them.
"Anyone care to tell me why you're here?" I asked casually. "In the school without permission I suspect, and I know I didn't give you permission to film a porn movie."
"It's not porn, sir," Sandy said quickly. "Not really. It's just a spanking film. That's all."
"Uh-huh," I said. Before Isabel caught on to what I was doing I had casually lifted the front of her 'uniform' skirt. As with Susan, no panties.
"Shaved for the film, I see," I said, as Isabel quickly pushed her skirt back down, blushing wildly. "How about you," I asked Susan. "Did you shave as well?" Her blush seemed to say yes, she had.
"But it wouldn't have been real porn, sir," said Sandy quickly. "In a spanking film you're expected to see a little bit of a girl's mound."
"Very delicately put," I said. I glanced at Susan. That bow under her breast was a quick release knot. One tug and it released, spilling out a very nice pair of breasts.
"And the reason for the girls going topless?" I asked.
Sandy was quiet, afraid of putting her foot in it. Actually, all the young ladies were silent, which must have been a first.
"So what am I going to do with the three of you?" I asked.
They were all in deep trouble if I really wanted to make an issue of things, and they knew it. They were looking at each other, not knowing what to say and none of them wanting to be first to speak. Susan and Isabel directed appealing looks at Sandy, silently asking her to do something. That tended to confirm my suspicion as to the ringleader.
Before Sandy could say anything I spoke up.
"I'll make it easy for you. I know you wanted a spanking film but I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for the spanking without the film. Susan, bend over the desk the way you were when I first came in. Isabel, you bend over next to her."
Susan and Isabel looked at each other, acutely conscious of their lack of panties. One thing while with the girls but with a man standing behind them?
Isabel blushed. "Ah, our panties," she muttered, her eyes flashing to a pile of clothes over by the door.
"You can put them on afterwards," I told her. "Now bend over."
Both girls bent reluctantly over the desk, hands reaching behind them to try and tug the edge of their skirts down. Fat chance. Both bottoms were on full display.
I indicated to Sandy that she should stand next to Isabel.
"OK, Sandy. You spank Isabel while I spank Susan, and I expect you to deliver a proper spanking. Understood?"
Sandy swallowed and nodded and I could see two pretty little bottom trying to cringe. Susan interrupted before the spanking began.
"Can I do my top up again, first?" she asked.
I glanced down at her, admiring the fine breasts swaying gently beneath her bent form.
"No," I said, "but to be fair. . ."
I reached over and gave Isabel's knot a quick tug and another nice pair of breasts were swinging free, to the sound of a startled squawk.
"Now if there are no more objections?"
I waited a moment and then delivered a firm spank to Susan's bottom. Sandy gulped and delivered a light whack on Isabel's bottom.
"Like this, Sandy," I said, reaching over and delivering a good hard spank to Isabel. "I won't warn you again."
I then proceeded to warm Susan's bottom considerably, noting with approval that Sandy was doing the same to Isabel. Both bottoms quickly developed a nice healthy flush, and that deepened into a nice painful red quite quickly. Satisfied that I'd got the message across I desisted, reaching over to catch Sandy's arm. She seemed to want to continue.
Susan and Isabel quickly stood up. It was funny in a way. Like a pair or twins they both made sure that there skirts were covering their pussy and then they both reached around to try to comfort their bottoms, apparently oblivious to the fact that this caused their blouses to sway open, showing off their breasts.
"Your turn, Sandy," I said quietly.
"My turn? But I wasn't going to be spanked in the film," she protested.
"Your turn," I said firmly. "This isn't a film."
She gave me an angry look and bent over the desk, turning her head to continue throwing glares at me.
"OK, Susan, Isabel," I said. "I want you to stand on either side of Sandy and give her her spanking."
