A School for Spaning

A school for Spanking CH. 05

The term continued without event. I still had to hand out some punishments, albeit simple detention or the odd spanking. The spankings were nothing out of the ordinary, some with skirts lifted and exposed panties. Some on bare buttocks. I say these spankings were nothing out of the ordinary, but that is within the context of the truth that my current teaching life and experiences had changed beyond all possible imagination!

Sitting behind the desk in my office, I sat back, arms behind my head, contemplating the reality of my situation when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I said, responding to the knock.

The door opened and Cassandra walked in with Serena.

"Hello Paul, do you have a few moments?"

"For you two beauties? Always! I replied, smiling.

"How kind of you," Cassandra said with a little curtsey. "Seriously though, Serena and I are very interested in the football activity you have started and wondered if there is an opportunity to be involved in some form or other."

"Oh wow, that'd be great if you're interested?"

"Absolutely, we are!" Serena enthused.

"Okay, so apologies for having to ask this. What is your knowledge of the game?"

"It would be fair to say neither of us is a footballing expert, however, that said we are experts at hockey and all the rules, which, of course, we understand, is a different sport. However, there are some obvious similarities. We believe that will suffice to give us a start to getting to understand football."

"You're probably right. In many ways, if you take the hockey sticks away and start using your feet, the games are not too dissimilar. So, here's a thought, if you are both free this evening and are up for it. Come over to my apartment and we can talk further. I have some recordings of games we could have a look at, and we can decide then how and where to fit you into training, etc."

"Sounds like a plan. If you ask nicely, I'll throw a Spaghetti Bolognaise together. How about you Serena? Does that work for you?"

"That'd be great. I'll supply the wine." Serena replied enthusiastically.

"Brilliant! Are we all free at seven?" I asked.

"Yep, works for me," Cassandra said.

"Me too," Serena echoed.

"Excellent! I'm so encouraged by your enthusiasm. I'm really keen to get this up and running and your involvement will help enormously."

With the evening's plans settled, Cassandra and Serena turned to leave.

"See you later," Cassandra said over her shoulder.

I still had a class to take this afternoon, but the plans for later had certainly taken an interesting turn for the better. I gathered up my things and locked my office door behind me. I set off for my class. The class itself was uneventful, other than the fact that not one of the girls in the room had so far been sent to my office for punishment. "That's a shame," I thought to myself. "There are some genuine beauties in here."

Should I be having thoughts like this? No, of course, I shouldn't, totally unprofessional! But let's be honest. I'm only human, and the reality of my situation is that any one of them could end up bent over hands on the edge of my desk with their white cotton panties on show, or around their ankles with their perky buttocks waiting for my hand to land.

"Sir!" Excuse me, Sir!"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I realised I had completely dialled out of the class, which was not good. "Yes, Ashanti, how can I help?" Ashanti was a statuesque and stunningly beautiful black girl.

"I'm afraid I just don't understand Shakespeare sometimes. Could you clarify what he was trying to say here?" She said, holding her textbook up and pointing to a paragraph on the page.

"You're not alone, Ashanti," I smiled and walked to her desk to see what she was struggling with.

I stood next to her desk, and she put her book down to show me the passage she was struggling with. "Keep your eyes where they belong," I had to say to myself. However, it was difficult not to notice her blouse buttons that were being strained to their limit under the pressure of a magnificent pair of breasts. While assisting her with the issue, I couldn't help but notice her smooth, ebony legs, her skirt having ridden up a little.

"Thank you, sir," she said, as I moved away and back to my desk.

"You're welcome, Ashanti. Shakespeare can be a tricky devil sometimes."

A little while later, the class was finished, and the girls filed out, Ashanti hanging back to speak to me. "I was wondering, sir? Would it be possible to have some extra tuition? I'm doing okay, but feel some extra help would be useful. If that's possible?"

"I'm sure I can sort something out for you, Ashanti, if you are sure you need the help?"

"That would be great, thank you, sir. And yes, sir, I definitely need something, sir." Ashanti smiled as she made this last comment and turned, walking out of the class.

I stared after her as she walked away, partly because she was beguiling and partly because I wasn't sure if I was reading more into Ashanti's last comment than I should. Bloody hell, this job was going to be the death of me! Collecting my books and putting them away in my case, I headed back to my office. I had no further classes and was up to date with my marking (most unusual for me!) so decided to I'd go for a run to clear my head and get back into professional mode and away from lusting after my students!

That thought didn't last long due to the fact Ashanti was waiting for me, leaning on the wall outside of my office.

"Hello Ashanti, have you not got a class to go to?"

"No sir, I have a study period, so thought we could get a time in the diary for my extra tuition unless you're free now?"

I unlocked my door. "Come in Ashanti, I'll have a look at my diary and see what's possible. I'm afraid today isn't practical, as I was about to go for a run and then prepare for a meeting this evening.

"That's a shame, sir." Ashanti followed me in. "Are you sure you're not free for me, sir?"

I busied myself putting my books and briefcase away, then throwing my jacket over my chair, sat and logged into my computer. All the while thinking to myself that Ashanti was being very pushy.

"Right, let's see when I've got some time for you."

"Thank you, sir. I'm sure you'll find something for me, sir."

As Ashanti said this, she came behind my desk and leaned over my shoulder, her breast brushing my ear.

"Ashanti! What do you think you're doing?"

"Just helping sir, I know my schedule well, so I can easily spot a gap in your diary that fits with mine. Sir."

I kept my hand firmly on my mouse and a laser focus on the screen. "That's as may be Ashanti, however, this is inappropriate, so please move away and to the front of the desk."

"Or what, sir? Will you have to punish me?"

I sighed. "Ashanti, what is going on here? You have never so much as put a toe out of line up to now. Your work is excellent. You've never been mentioned by anybody as being a potential problem at any level whatsoever. And yet here you are, throwing out innuendos, pushing your boobs in my face. It's out of character Ashanti."

Unseen by me, she had undone a couple more buttons on her blouse and, albeit with a resigned sigh, she moved around to the front of my desk and with both hands under her breasts and a mischievous grin on her face. "They are rather magnificent, aren't they, sir?"

"Ashanti! Please!"

"Okay, okay, I get it, but I'm not sure you do?"

"Well then, why don't you help me out and educate me about what's going on?"

"Okay, I will, but first I want to ask you a question and I want an honest answer!"

Exhaling, I said warily, "Okay, I guess."

Ashanti moved around again to the rear of the desk. "Do you find this uniform sexy?"

"What? I don't think that's a question you should be asking?

"Oh, please sir, you and I know that any red bloodied male likes a woman dressed up in a school uniform. Well, here's the thing. I am a twenty-three-year-old woman standing here in a school uniform, perfect down to the last detail." Without warning, Ashanti bent down, taking the hem of her skirt and lifting it up high, turning a full three sixty, exposing her pure white cotton panties.

I groaned inwardly as stared at Ashanti's glorious arse encased in my favourite panties, the swell of her bush straining the front. "Ashanti, please lower your skirt; that's entirely unacceptable!"

"It may well be unacceptable here, but in any other situation outside the environs of this fine establishment and as a grown woman, it would be perfectly acceptable and fun?"

"I can't honestly argue with that, except that we are here, Ashanti, and you can't stand there with your skirt around your ears."

"But if I misbehave, I can! Not only that, but you'll also pull my panties down and expose my bare arse and spank it. Look, I actually want to be here. I want to learn what can be taught here, to leave a better person and ready for the big wide world. I accept the discipline of the uniform and other rules because I firmly believe in rules and consequences. I am a woman with needs. Are those needs a firm spanking? Probably not, as I struggle to believe I'd enjoy the pain. However, I know there are girls that are regular visitors to this office, and they seem to enjoy it?"

Ashanti did not drop her skit during the diatribe, with her white panties contrasting against her ebony skin being very distracting, to say the least.

"What do you want me to say, Ashanti? Nobody is so naïve not to be aware that some people enjoy being spanked. The girls or women, as you say, that come to this office for punishment. I can't honestly comment on whether they enjoy being spanked or not." (Not strictly true, to be honest!)

"Oh, some do for absolutely sure. You surely must realise this place is a hotbed of sexual repression and frustration. Come over to the accommodation block at night and you'll be deafened by the sound of vibrators merrily humming away. Pussies being licked and played with and then during free times we all talk about it, and the subject of ending up in your office and Mr Phillips before you always seem to be spoken about with pleasure."

Finally, Ashanti dropped her skirt and slumped down into the chair in front of my desk, so I could start to think straight with my head instead of my dick.

"Am I not attractive enough to spank Mr Sampson?" She said sulkily.

"Oh, really Ashanti! Punishments that are handed out in this office are not about how attractive the person is! Surely you understand that? Punishments are earned through inappropriate behaviour?"

"And mine hasn't been inappropriate enough?"

"At one level, yes, it has. But it was all a ruse, wasn't it?

"I suppose it was, sir, yes."

"Look Ashanti, you are right to point out that you and, in fact, all the young ladies here are adults in their own right. That also presents its own problems for me as well. So, in total confidence, I will answer your earlier question. Yes, I one hundred percent find your uniform sexy. I always have! Can you imagine what it's like for me to have an attractive young woman come in here dressed in a sexy school uniform and expecting me to remain cool and icy while asking said young lady to raise her skirt and expose her panties and even ask her to pull them down! Have you the slightest idea what that's like for me? If I start giving in to your or anyone else's curiosity, whether they believe a spanking will be a turn on, then the jungle drums will ensure a never-ending queue outside my office."

"You may be right, sir. I confess I hadn't looked at this from your perspective. I guess I can see that it must be tough sometimes. Although I wouldn't be surprised if there'd also be a queue of guys who'd be more than happy to be in your place."

"You may well be right. I'm sure many guys would happily swap places with me, but the truth is, I am in a professional position and supposed to uphold the standards of this establishment. And what happens? A stunningly beautiful young woman is in my office, enticing me with her boobs, showing off her panties, and all because she wants a bit of fun."

"Stunningly beautiful? Do you really think so, sir?" She said coyly.

The more this conversation went on, the deeper in trouble I was sinking and the more I wanted to get my hands on her arse. "Ashanti, stop trying to manipulate me or..." "Or what, sir.?" "Or I'll have to punish you." I sighed.

Ashanti realised she had me on the hook and was reeling me in, as she undid the last buttons on her blouse and slipped it off. Standing up, she looked me in the eye." Which part of me is stunningly beautiful, sir? Is it my boobs, sir?"

Looking at her magnificent breasts, held in place (Just!) by a simple white cotton bra, I gave up and caved in. "Ashanti, what do you think you are doing? I said as firmly as I could manage. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"I hope so sir, yes sir," she said with a huge grin on her face.

"Stand up straight and take that grin off your face right now." I instructed. "So, this whole time, Ashanti, you have played me in order that you can have your way and have some fun being spanked, because you think it might give you a sexual thrill. Well, young lady, you're going to find out right now whether humiliation and pain are fun and sexy or not!"

"But Sir...?"

I walked in a circle around her, hands behind my back. "Oh no Ashanti, there'll be no more 'but sirs,' no more innuendo or teasing. You've been begging for this from the moment you put your hand up in class. Your behaviour has, in fact, required punishment, punishment that I had no intention of handing out. Do you understand Ashanti? This is what you wanted, isn't it, to be disciplined?"

"Yes sir, or at least I think so sir, actually I'm not so sure anymore, sir." She burbled.

"A punishment should not be something anybody should want, Ashanti. Pain is just that, painful! And what's coming will be painful, Ashanti, it will be humiliating. As you position yourself in just your underwear, arse in the air waiting to be spanked. Does that sound like fun? Ashanti, does it sound sexy?"

"I thought it might, sir, but maybe I was wrong. It's actually sounding a little frightening, sir. I'm feeling a bit silly with my blouse off now, sir."

"Good! You should! And it's going to get worse. Don't think a change of mind or showing any remorse is not going to change what going to happen now, the pain you're about to feel!

Ashanti's demeanour had changed, her shoulders had slumped, and her head hung low. I was being harsh, unfriendly and unsympathetic on purpose in the hope the message might get through.

"I thought I told you to stand up straight. If you're so proud of your breasts, let's see them, head up, shoulders back, chest out! Good, that's better!"

Ashanti stood there like a soldier standing to attention, and it has to be said that her chest was impressive and certainly one to be proud of.

"Your skirt, Ashanti, take it off, please."

"Sir?"

"Remove your skirt, Ashanti. I'm not spanking you through your skirt, so off with it, now!

"Couldn't I just lift it up, sir?" she pleaded.

"No Ashanti, it'll just get in the way, please, just do as you have been told."

With no further protests, she undid the side clasp, lowered the zip and allowed the skirt to the floor.

"Now pick it up, fold it along with your blouse, and put them both on the sofa over there."

Ashanti bent down, gathering up her skirt and collected her blouse from the chair. Once folded and placed where I had asked, she turned and walked back over to where I was standing. My thoughts were not professional as I watched her. A vision of exquisite beauty, every curve and line a masterpiece and enhanced by the white of her underwear. Her movements possessed the elegance of a Nubian princess, each action deliberate and graceful. I also noticed that an air of confidence had come over her, which seemed odd given her reticence to everything only a few minutes ago. Another sign was the way her sizable and erect nipples were straining against the fabric of her bra.

"Are you ready for your punishment, Ashanti?"

"Do I have a choice, sir?" She said with some defiance.

"No, none at all!" I stated as I moved behind her.

If her breasts were magnificent, then her arse was up there competing with one of the seven wonders of the world. Round, firm, muscular, and covered with the stretched cotton of her white panties, a direct contrast to her ebony skin. An inch of her crack showing above the waistband of the briefs. Did I want to spank her glorious backside? Nope, I wanted to stroke, fondle and play with it, slide my hand down inside the panties and feel the smooth firmness held inside them. And that's not mentioning the feast I wanted to make of her breasts. Could she sense this? Was that why she had gained some confidence? Though uncertain, I had a job to do, a responsibility that outweighed my lecherous thoughts.

"Please bend over and grab your ankles. You will receive six smacks with your panties on and six with them pulled down. Is that clear. Is that clear, Ashanti?"

"Yes, sir." Saying this, her legs parted slightly as she leaned forward slowly and took hold of her ankles. The material of her panties stretched tight across her arse, puckering up along the line of her pussy lips.

I aimed between the lower buttock and upper thigh. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! On one side and repeated on the other. I always allowed about five seconds between each strike, as this hurt more. (A lesson I learned from a headmaster who had occasion to cane me when I at school.)

Ashanti stayed firm, but there was a significant groan following each strike. My hand was stinging, so I was sure her arse must be feeling it!

"Stand Up please Ashanti."

She did as I asked, coming upright and adjusting her panties at the same time. She looked at me a little sheepishly, but with just the slightest a hint of a smile. Her Nipples were still straining the fabric of her bra. I honestly could not fathom her current headspace.

"Time to bare your bottom, Ashanti. Please roll your panties down to your knees and bend over as before."

"Is that really necessary, sir? That's going to expose my private parts and will be embarrassing."

There was something distinctly unconvincing about her protestation: it didn't have the ring of truth at all.

"Firstly, Ashanti, I have no interest in your embarrassment. Secondly, you will do as you are told without question. Is that clear?

"Very clear, sir. Sorry, sir. Would you like me to slip my panties down now, sir."

I was sure now. She was taking the piss. But what could I do? The answer came to me, and I was sure it was one Ashanti would not be happy about and would wipe the smile off her face.

"I get the feeling you are not treating this punishment seriously, Ashanti? However, yes, take your panties down now."

Her actions as she rolled them down absolutely confirmed my suspicions. It wasn't a full-blown stripper by any measure whatsoever. However, the unnecessary wiggling as she rolled the panties down was undoubtedly done for my behalf.

"So, Ashanti, as I said, you appear to be enjoying yourself far too much, so I'm going to use something left behind for me by my predecessor. I opened one of my desk's draws and took out a well-used leather paddle.

"I rarely use this, Ashanti; however, your attitude has forced me. Now, as you were, grab your ankles."

Her eyes followed me as I walked from my desk and around behind her, a look of trepidation finally on her face.

Bent over, it was impossible not to notice the pink of pussy peeking out between her legs. 'Keep your mind on the job' I had to think to myself. And so, slap! The leather met the solid flesh of her buttock.