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Spanking for Miss

Tanya stood in the corner of Mr Davills classroom facing the wall, her hands clasped behind her back. She was wearing a blue plaid pleated skirt, a white blouse and knee high socks with black shoes. All of the students had left for the day. Mr Davill sat at his desk grading papers. He was a tall man in his early forties. He had brown cropped hair and beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. He was wearing a black suit with a crisp white shirt and a blue and white stripped tie. Tanya thought he looked so handsome. She couldn't believe she was in trouble again. Mr Davill was going to spank her! The butterflies in her tummy were unbearable and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or excited, although the slight tingling sensation between her legs suggested the latter. She started to move from foot to foot. She had been standing in the corner for almost an hour without moving and her legs were stiff. "Stop fidgeting young lady!" Mr Davill didn't look up from the papers he was grading, just cleared his throat and continued to grade. Tanya stifled a sigh. She did not want to end up in more trouble that she was already in. She wondered when Mr Davill would just put her out of her misery and spank her already. There was a knock at the door and the dean walked in to hand Mr Jensen some papers. "Oh dear, I see we've got a naughty student serving a detention. What's your name girl?" "Tanya Sir." "Well, whatever you're in trouble for will hopefully not be repeated." "No Sir," Tanya ...

... sighed. "Oh dear Davill, another spanking to administer hey? I assume you have permission from the parents to carry out this punishment?" "Of course," Mr Davill smiled. "Well young lady. You should know that Mr Davill is no softie when it comes to corporal punishments. I've heard him wielding a paddle or strap on many evenings while walking by his classroom. Be assured that your crying and moaning will fall on deaf ears and you will probably not be sitting down comfortably on your sore bottom for quite some time." Tanya smiled at the wall, glad that Mr Davill and the Dean couldn't see her expression. She knew very well how Mr Davill wielded the strap. She had been in this position more than a few times before. "Very well Mr Davill. I'll leave you to it," the Dean nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. After the Dean had left Tanya let out a giggle. She tried to stifle it, but she couldn't. "Something funny Miss?" Mr Davill smirked, but Tanya couldn't see him. "No Mr Davill," Tanya muttered. "Right, well, I think we should get this over with, don't you?" "Yes, I do," Tanya turned around and looked right into those dark brown eyes, longing to be over that gorgeous man's knee. Mr Davill stood up from his desk and walked over to Tanya. He took her hand and led her back to his desk. "You know I'm only doing this for your own good, don't you young lady?" "Yes Sir," Tanya whispered. "Bend over the desk." Tanya did as she was told. Mr Davill pulled her pleated skirt up ...