For a short time he enjoyed himself just watching her squirming and crying on the bed. He fully expected her to beg as well, but clearly she had learned her lesson about not speaking, because although she was sobbing no words were coming out of her. After a couple of minutes, he reached out and put his hand on her naked back. Instantly she stilled and tensed, clearly expecting a blow to follow.
He chuckled. "It's okay," he said, I'm not going to spank you yet, we need to get you into the right position first."
Leaning over he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to the side of the bed, and then upright, so she stood facing him, her head lowered so she stared at the floor. She was trembling with fear, but he noted that her nipples were like hard little pebbles, and he could see how she was very slightly rubbing her thighs together. Yes she was scared, but he was almost positive she was turned on too. He reached out and put a finger under her chin, gently lifting her face. She stubbornly refused to look at him though, instead choosing to stare at his chin. So he stood there silently, just staring at her, until eventually she lifted her eyes to looking into his, clearly confused as to why he wasn't saying anything.
"That's better," he said, "I like to look into those big, beautiful eyes of yours while I talk to you. Now, I know you are scared, and I know you don't understand why this is happening. You told me that you wanted to learn what it means to be a grown up. Well some grown ups like to play rough, and I wouldn't be a very good teacher if I didn't fully prepare you for what might be coming your way next, would I?"
He waited for an answer, then realised she was doing exactly what he had told her to do, and keeping silent. "It's okay," he said, "you can reply when I ask you questions. I just don't want you questioning what I'm doing or why I'm doing it, so no talking unless I speak to you first, okay?"
"Okay," she almost whispered. Her eyes peered into his, clouded with tears and looking so fearful that for a moment he almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite. "I appreciate you helping me sir, I really do. I just wasn't expecting that you would hurt me."
"Oh my little one," he chuckled, reaching out to gently cup her face with both hands, "who said I was going to hurt you?"
"But, you just, you said," there was a pause while she stared at him in confusion, before she blurted out "you said you're going to spank me!"
"I did," he agreed. "But my love, part of learning how to be a grown up means learning that pain isn't necessarily a bad thing. When it's done right, it can help to enhance pleasure and make it so very exquisite." He chuckled again at the look of disbelief on her face. To her credit though she didn't reply, because he hadn't asked a question. The quirk of her eyebrows though made her thoughts very clear indeed.
"Come on," he said, "let me get you into position, and then I will show you what I mean..."
Taking her by her upper arm, he guided her over to her desk, which was at just the right height for her to bend over and rest her upper body and face on. Pushing her shoulders to encourage her, he got her bent into the right position, and then used his legs to spread hers a little wider. This position pushed her pert little ass up towards him at just the perfect angle. His cock twitched in appreciation at the sight. He then pulled her lacy white panties down so they were round her ankles, and made her step out of the. She was now completely naked except for those knee-high socks, her arms handcuffed behind her back, her cheek and tits squashed against the desk. For a second, he was tempted to skip the spanking and just fuck her there and then, but no, she had questioned him, and she had to be punished for that.
"Okay," he said, his voice deeper and hoarser than usual. Damn he was so fucking turned on already, he had no idea how he was going to get through this without cumming in his pants again. "I'm going to start off gently, but it will get harder. For a while it might be hard to take, but I know you can be my good girl and trust me that it will get better. No more talking now, but it's okay if you need to cry or make other sounds, ok?"
Before she had a chance to reply, or probably even properly process what he had said, he bought his bare hand down onto her right buttock in a hard slap. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, but it sounded very loud and he both saw and felt her jump as he made contact. He paused for just a second to relish the tingling in his palm, and then repeated the motion on the other buttock. Damn this girl had such a perfect ass. He hadn't spent much time on it before, other than fingering her tight little hole, but her ass cheeks were so perfect, round and smooth and firm. They jiggled slightly as he spanked them, and that just made it even more arousing for him.
She had clearly been shocked by the spanking, because for a second nothing happened. Then she let out a little pained gasp. It wasn't loud but he heard it, and it made him want to hit her harder so she would do it again louder. So that is what he did. He could already see very faint pink hand marks on either cheek, so he was able to line his hand up perfectly to spank her in the exact same place again, but this time harder, hard enough that his palm was stinging afterwards.
This time she let out a much louder moan, and he could see tears streaming down the side of her cheek that wasn't pushed to the desk. She also started to wriggle and squirm as if she was trying to get away. He wasn't sure where she thought she was going, her arms were handcuffed behind her so she had no leverage to push herself up, and he was standing between her spread legs, so she couldn't back away from the desk either. Still, it amused him to see her try.
"Good girl," he crooned, putting a hand on her lower back to still her. "You have no idea how beautiful your perfect little ass looks right now. I can see my handprints on both cheeks, my hands are so big that the prints almost cover your ass entirely. You are so sexy my little one, and you are doing so well. Now, I'm going to make it a bit more intense for you, and for a while you are probably going to be frightened, but I promise it will be worth it. You just need to trust teacher, okay?"
He stood and watched her squirming again, but she soon realised it was pointless. He saw the exact moment when she resigned herself to her situation. Her hands, which had been clenched into fists below the cuffs, relaxed and opened up, and she took a deep breath and sighed it out. Her body stilled and she lay quietly, tears still streaming down her face.
He reached out to one side, where he had spotted a paddle style hairbrush with a flat back lying on her chest of drawers. Her head was turned in the opposite direction, and he was careful not to bring it into her field of vision. He wanted the next blow to really take her by surprise. She would be expecting the palm of his hand again. He loved spanking with his hands, but no matter how much he tried, they would never be as flat and solid as the back of the wooden hairbrush he now clutched in his hand.
Reaching out with his other hand, he gently stroked across the pink marks on her buttocks. They were warm but not hot, and he knew if he were to stop now she would have nothing but the most mild discomfort tomorrow. Hell, she might not even be able to feel it. Which would be no good. Lessons that left lingering reminders were always the most effective in his experience. She flinched slightly at the feel of his touch, but then relaxed when she realised what it was. Which is when he lifted the brush and bought the wooden back down on her left buttock as hard as he possibly could.
The sound of it hitting her flesh was so loud it actually shocked him, and he realised in his arousal he had actually hit her harder than he meant to. She shrieked, an ear piercingly loud sound that felt like it would quickly split his head in half. Quickly he bent down and grabbed her panties from the floor where he had left them. Intending to gag her with them, he couldn't resist stopping quickly to bring them to his face and sniff. Strange, he thought he could detect a slight hint of piss. Had he scared her so badly at some point that she had wet herself? The thought was incredibly arousing, and he made a note to ask her about it later. For now though he needed to stop her squealing, so he leaned forward and shoved the panties into her mouth, wadding them up and pushing them deep so she couldn't easily remove them.
Her squealing continued, but now it was muffled enough that he could concentrate, so without delay he delivered a stinging blow to her right buttock with the hairbrush. Then for good measure, he hit both sides again, not quite as hard but definitely hard enough to really hurt. Now both cheeks were a bright red, and he could see a welt appearing on the left buttock from the first hit with the hairbrush. He must have had it slightly angled, as it looked like one edge had caught her harder than the rest, and now a perfectly straight line was swelling up.
He stood back and admired his work, tempted for a moment to just walk out and leave her there, handcuffed and bent over her desk. That would definitely count as a punishment. A wicked grin spread over his face at the thought of her parents coming home and finding her naked and handcuffed, her bottom red and bruised from his spanking. No, he thought to himself, if he did that he would never see her again. He didn't believe she would have the guts to tell her parents who she had been messing around with, but he knew she would never again stay behind after class, or invite him to her home. For that to happen, he ultimately had to make this good enough for her that she kept coming back for more.
