Chapter 3
A big "woo" was heard. Before I had the chance to think what, for hell, can be "Father Edward's corporal punishment," Maggie landed her hand with all her power on my butt.
"Well," I thought, "this school is, on the 21
st
century, still into spanking."
This gave the signal and immediately a row of slapping hands hit my butts, as if they made me the scapegoat to revenge on their perverted education.
As for me, I was more stimulated than painful. The young and tender palms were not extremely powerful, but they were strong enough to draw blood down to my bottom. Some of it reddened my ass, to the amusement of the girls watching my buttocks becoming "red as his dick." More blood flew into my cock, inflating and eΖarecting it even more, to the sound of the girls' glee and my sharp pleasure contractions.
Then one girl, who looked much bigger and more mature than the others, with broad shoulders, strong muscles, and exceptionally big tits, asked me in a teasing voice:
"What's your name, sir?"
"I am Bernie," I said, "and you?"
"I'm Barbara," was the answer, "how do you feel now?"
"Painful," I said, not revealing my dominant feeling.
"You deserve it," she said, "will you show your big dick to young girls again?" she asked.
"Maybe," I laughed.
"Maybe? We'll see" she said, and bang! She hit my butt so hard that I almost let out an "ouch". It was painful, but the stimulation was also sharper.
"And now?" she giggled.
