"Sir! Please!"
"A warm up, Rayna dear, and then the ruler over panties for your skirt, then the ruler on the bare for the fifteen you earned and then we shall get to the paddle."
The ruler on the bare too! "No, sir...please! I can't take all of that on the bare!"
He laid a reign of sharp smacks all over her backside while she squirmed, all the while having her tell him whose decision it was to spank how and where and why. By the time the hand spanking was finished, Rayna's bottom throbbed with an intense heat, tears already filling her eyes though not falling, knowing that she still had much worse to endure. Kyle pulled her up to stand. "Now, my dear, go retrieve my wooden ruler from the cabinet in the corner." And she did so, opening it up and seeing the long, semi-thick paddle hanging inside as well and remembering the last time it was used on the bare, how it ended up bruising her quite a bit and rendered her unable to sit comfortably for several days, even after the markings faded. She chose to turn her gaze away from it as she picked up the wooden ruler and turned to present it to her headmaster.
"Please, sir, not on the bare," she pleaded again but he merely sat on the armless chair facing his desk and pulled her to him, bending her over his lap, scooting her up so far over his lap that her head was nearly touching the carpeted floor. Her skirt had already been tucked under her waistband and a lovely slight red was peeking out from her white cotton panties.
"How many for the skirt infraction, Rayna?" he asked while rubbing the ruler all over her warmed backside.
"Seven, sir...one for each inch above the knee,"
"Correct dear...and I am going to administer them swiftly now....here we go," and he raised his arm and brought the ruler down seven times rapidly over her white panties. She barely had time to cry out but the quick succession of spanks stung something awful on cheeks that were already glowing. After the seven quick swats, Kyle edged Rayna's panties down a bit past her thighs, not missing the aroma that wafted through the air and connected with his own aroused senses. He could see distinct markings where the ruler had struck and smiled inwardly that they were going to become even more defined on her cute, round bottom. He began to lecture her about the importance of being on time and time efficiency and 'blah blah blah', which is what she heard, as she was too busy focusing on the blaze in her rear, thinking that now there was absolutely no protection between her skin and anything that may come in contact with her bottom, and she still had that damn paddle to endure as well.
"How many do you get with the ruler on your bare naughty fanny?" he asked her, enjoying the embarrassed blush that flamed over her face at being talked to like a child while in the position of a disobedient little girl.
"Fifteen, sir...please, sir! That's too many!"
He gave her five sharp slaps with the ruler as she winced from the sting. "My dear, we just went over this. All that little outburst cost you were those five extra swats as they are not part of your fifteen. Anymore sassiness from you, child, and I'll increase your paddling to twenty. Is that understood?"
She sniffed, trying her best to hold back tears. "Yes, sir." she barely managed and that's when he started. Using the ruler in sets of three, giving three very swift and very firm smacks with the ruler, a five-second rest and then three more in quick succession. By the time he was finished he noted that now the ruler markings were very set apart indeed, with a backdrop of a lighter shade of red, which made for a very beautiful sight. Kyle couldn't resist using a single finger to trace the red bottom, the distinct ruler markings, down to her thighs, up to the spot where thighs touched and were so extremely sensitive that it caused a few wiggles in the woman over his lap, something that did not escape his own hardness as her hips brushed up against it. He had plans for the naughty little bottom of hers. His fingers traced up and down once more, more firmly this time and wiggled between her tightly clamped thighs as she drew in a breath. The wiggling fingers found their way past her wetness, up to that mysterious pearl that held the secrets of causing such intense and electric sensations, of rendering a heat so penetrating that she nearly boiled with a frenzied rapture. The finger was an expert in it's wickedness. Bringing her up, up, up until she felt she would combust from deep within, her mind off in space somewhere, riding the cloud of awareness and unawareness all at once.
Two sharp slaps with his hand jolted her out of her enjoyment of the tickling. "In the corner with you," he said and lifted her up off his lap and on to wobbly legs. She wavered slightly, still lost and floating. As she reached to pull up her panties over her blazing rear he caught her hands. "No ma'am! Panties down. Go to the corner until I call for you." and he sent her to the corner with a slap to her bottom.
Nervously she stood there, knowing not to rub but wanting desperately to do so. The paddle, the paddle....on the bare, after all of that. It might not have been so bad had he not really given her a good hand spanking first. While it warmed her up, it also had gotten the fire started. She groaned inwardly knowing that she still had work to do, work that needed to be done sitting down, at the table, in a hard chair. Whether it be a composition on time management or lines, she had yet to find out, but had enough experience to know that she would be sitting on one very, very hot bottom in an uncomfortable chair. Sometimes it was the wicker, other times the leather seat, but always highly unpleasant.
She heard him milling around behind her, pulling a chair out across the carpeted floor. It didn't make much of a sound but she knew what it was. When he finally allowed her to turn, she noticed that he had arranged a simple hard back, hard seated chair at the drawing table in the corner of the room. She didn't get a good look at the chair itself, for if she had she would have seen the heating pad placed on the seat, in the 'ON' position, on 'HIGH' at that. When she looked at him, he had that damn paddle already in hand and motioned for her to assume the position over his desk. She did so without question, leaning as far over as possible, holding on to the edge of the other side.
"Legs spread, Rayna," he ordered, using the paddle to wedge between her legs a bit and push them apart. She spread them but apparently not enough as he demanded more. She spread as far as she could in that position, feeling all of her charms instantly hit by the cool air which meant they were fully exposed. And that they were, Kyle noted, beautifully exposed and so extremely vulnerable. He discreetly decided that something small, maybe a ruler or a wooden spoon, would be most enjoyable to slip in between spread thighs and her naughty girl parts smacked a few times as a clincher to the lesson he was giving this most wanton student of his. His large hand reached out once more and massaged a glowing orb, kneading firmly while she tried hard to remain still.
"Sir! Please! This is most improper!" Rayna cried and was answered with 5 very sharp slaps to that same cheek.
"The only impropriety that has come about is one of promiscuous and immodest means," he told her rather gruffly. "You are already dripping wet, my dear, and we must make sure to properly take care of young ladies who cannot control themselves during punishment. Furthermore, young ladies who dress to show off their bodies will get exactly the attention they seek. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," Rayna said meekly, knowing already that no matter what she did, her fate was sealed.
"Now, my dear, push that pretty little bottom of yours out as far as you can...." she did. "....come on, now...more. That's it. Don't move, young lady. If you reach back or stand, your punishment starts over. Here we go. Now count."
Count! She hated that more than anything, as she was usually reduced to a puddle of tears by the third or fourth stroke with that paddle and hardly had any bearings to think, much less speak or count. But nary a second did she have when she heard the swooshing of the paddle and then the tremendous SMACK! as it connected, and then a searing pain that covered both cheeks. She cried out; she couldn't help it and then said, "One! Sir!" Right as another came crashing down in nearly the exact same spot. The pain was incredible and she bit her lip hard, tasting blood and thought, "I've got 8 more to go!" Her breathing very labored already as she managed a "Two, sir!" A few heaving breaths and then another with a resounding SMACK! and she couldn't contain her voice this time and let out an "AAAHH!", her knuckles turning white so tightly was she gripping on to the edge of the desk. "Three!" she nearly yelled. The fourth landed and by the sixth, she was crying openly, forgetting the numbers, getting them wrong, but he was merciful in that arena and finished the ten without requiring her to count and then was behind her in a flash, hardness released and rammed into her sopping sex over and over, her burning hot fire the most exquisite feeling on his abdomen. Quickly he turned her sobs into sultry moans, her laments of pain turning into those of ecstasy as his pelvis continued to hit her crimson bottom, his manhood driving deeper and deeper, her whole being lost in where he was taking her, climbing higher and higher until she finally hit that awesome peak and tumbled down, hard, fast and furious as he released his own nectar into her, his growl rising and muffled by virtually a mouth-full of her long, soft hair.
It felt like hours that they both lay there motionless, spent and satiated. He kissed a tear stained cheek of the love of his life, knowing that this was the way she always liked it. The pain experienced beforehand needed to be intense to make it something incredibly awesome for her. And he knew when she smiled and said, "Thank you," that he had not overdone it, that she was happy, content and relaxed. Given that, he decided to forgo the heating pad...this time.
