Spank Me! Part 1 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 1

... lowered my voice, knowing that everyone in the room would be straining to hear me.

She blushed bright crimson, then, slowly turned again, bent over, and of her own volition lifted her skirt, displaying not only her bare buttocks but that her cunt lips were puffy and glistening.

“Legs apart, Miss Burke.”

After a beat, she shifted, spreading her legs apart and making it even more obvious that she was wet and excited.

To avoid making the stroke harder than I wanted, I slashed my belt across using just my lower arm and wrist without moving my body, leaving a red mark on her right buttock.

The other students gasped as the leather snapped against her creamy flesh. My misbehaving student, however, jerked when the belt hit her, but otherwise made no sound nor moved. I decided that would soon change.

Using a stronger backstroke, I marked her other cheek. Again she jerked when it hit, but remained silent.

Returning to the forehand, I lashed her left thigh, inside and high up, my accuracy the result of years of practice. Plus this time I made it sting. It hit not quite at her pussy, near enough that her ass cheeks flinched and her asshole and cunt lips clenched. Yet, she still made no sound and otherwise remained motionless.

I hadn't reached her yet. She wasn’t fully submitting, still holding a piece of herself back from me. So I showed her my power and whipped her hard — three snapping strikes in close succession. I watched the redness blossoming across her ...

... bottom. Her body seemed to collapse forward, melting onto my desk, her forehead falling onto her hands, and I heard her labored breaths.Good girl, I thought.

Then, a final backhand snap marked the inside of her right thigh.

This time, her whole body shuddered; she cried out, a cross between a sigh and a sob, and a single drop of moisture fell from her cunt lips, puddling on the floor.

What Miss Burkedidn’t realize was that someone else in the classroom was dripping, too. Another pair of eyes had been glazed with arousal watching the scene unfold. I glanced her way and caught how her cheeks were flushed, and her breath was coming quickly.

I smiled to myself. Two birds with one spanking – as I had hoped.

“You may stand up now, Miss Burke.”

Slowly, she straightened up, cautiously arranged her dress, then turned towards me.

Her eyes were huge in her face, her pupils were wide, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was shaky. Trembling fingers swiped at the black mascara running down her face, and she looked at me –to me– for further instruction. Gone was the smart-ass brat. In her place was a quivering submissive, eager to be told what to do.

I had guessed right. But then, two decades of experience with subs, especially bratty ones, had made me quite certain that this was what she wanted. She just hadn’t known how to get it.

“Now, Miss Burke, perhaps you’d like to apologize to the class for wasting our time.”

She dropped her eyes and, in a low ...