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if you don’t shut up right now my cock’s going back in your bum.”
    Tiffany laughed and jumped to her feet, sticking her tongue out at him before running away. Peter gave chase, but before he could catch her she’d turned, putting her hands out in a defensive gesture as she spoke.
    â€œNo, please, I’m too sore, not now.”
    â€œOkay,” Peter agreed, privately relieved for the dull ache in his now stiff cock. “Just turn around and stick out your bottom.”
    Tiffany stuck out her lower lip in a sulky pout but did as she was told, pushing her bottom out so that he could lift her skirt and land a single hard smack across her bare cheeks. She responded with a yelp, then smiled and reached out for his hand as they continued along the cutting.
    â€œWe could talk to Vicky now, if you like?” she suggested. “She’s playing hockey this afternoon, but we can wait til she’s finished, if you’ve got time?”
    â€œI can make time,” Peter answered after an instant to weigh the loss of missing dinner against the gain of watching girls play hockey in their gym knickers and singlets. “I’ll stay back in the woods if you can get her after the game.”
    Tiffany nodded and they walked on, hand in hand, to where the cutting began a long, slow turn that took it past the end of the St. Monica’s playing fields. It was familiar ground to Peter, from many a voyeuristic expedition. From the safety of the trees they were soon watching the hockey games— a sight which never failed to send the blood to his cock. The senior girls were on the nearest field, one team in bottle green singlets and white gym knickers, the other with the colors reversed, but each and every one of them with making a fine show of nubile curves beneath the clinging fabric.
    Alice and Christine were immediately obvious, playing on the wings, also Emerald, captaining the same team with her full bottom straining against the seat of her white gym knickers. The captain of the other team was a tall girl with an athletic figure and a tumble of tawny blonde curls, perhaps not as overtly feminine as some of the other girls, but with an air of confident superiority that made him long to bring her to heel.
    â€œVicky Trent?” he asked, pointing out the tall girl.
    â€œYes,” Tiffany answered. “How did you know?”
    â€œShe looks as if she’d be Head Girl, that’s all,” Peter replied. “Do you think we could have her on the receiving end instead? I’d love to see her spanked.”
    â€œVicky?” Tiffany said, shocked. “Never! Nobody would dare.”
    â€œI would,” Peter replied. “But never mind, let’s stick to what’s practical. Go and talk to her when the game’s over, but try not to be too obvious about it or we might arouse suspicions. It’s vital nobody suspects that you gave her the idea for the spanking contest.”
    â€œYes, of course,” Tiffany replied. “She’ll want to talk to me anyway, because I was supposed to be playing.”
    â€œWon’t you get into trouble?”
    â€œI got a note from the under matron, she’s a mug.”
    The game was soon over and Tiffany trotted confidently out from among the trees, leaving Peter to watch as she spoke first to the nun who had been referee for the game, then to Vicky. Emerald’s team had won and were gathered together in an excited huddle, but most of the others made straight for the changing rooms and Tiffany had soon managed to get Vicky alone. The tall girl’s face looked puzzled as she came towards the woods, but she was nodding and greeted Peter with the same casual confidence she’d shown on the playing field.
    â€œSo you’re Tiffs’ mysterious boyfriend, are you?” she asked, looking him up and down. “Not bad, I suppose. A bit scruffy, maybe, but not bad.”
    Peter felt himself start to bridle at