From the land that gave us English muffins and London bridges we now have Return Of The Knickers Inspector. Agatha Christie's, Miss Marples, it ain't. Instead, we have a storyline involving young girls who have unacceptable dirty knickers. The headmaster provides his own form of derriere discipline.
Lady Di lookalike Samantha has been a naughty girl. Her knickers are dirty and the headmaster doesn't buy any of her explanations and unleashes an anal assault. Using his hand and a strap he plays a disciplinary version of "Rule Britannia" on her ruby red rear.
Fellow underwear offender Chelsea Blue goes through the ass ripening ritual. Over his knee and standing erect her ass gets the whipping of a Chestnut mare at Churchill Downs. Amid apologies and pleadings her ass is emblazoned with the stamp of authority.
The delinquent duo get caught smoking by the headmaster and prepare themselves for a caning of their cooch. A flailing flogging ensues as he wields the cane in epee fashion upon their (punishment gown clad) bums. The girls in an attempt to stop the stinging, rub lotion onto each others rear. The End.
With colorization that Ted Turner would be proud of and some good, hard, hand hammering Return Of The Knickers Inspector proves that spanking has no language barrier.