Teacher's Day of Reckoning - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Teacher's Day of Reckoning - Part 4

... glistening sex juice on Susan’s pussy hair. She was just as conscious of the dampness of her own pussy. Susan gulped and inhaled deeply at the realisation she would get the full six. Then she remembered ordering twelve strokes for each of the teachers so maybe she had actually got away lightly. Debra tapped the cane on Susan’s bottom and heard the gasp. It set Debra’s heart racing with excitement knowing just how much control she, a teenager, had over a women in her thirties. She pulled the cane back and then gave as hard a stroke as she had ever given the men. She watched excitedly as the inevitable red wheal developed. Debra looked closely at Susan’s face which still looked her way but her eyes were shut tightly and she was hissing through her gritted teeth. Good, thought Debra. Susan was fighting to stay in position. Just like a naughty girl should she said to herself. The second stroke was just as hard and again Debra watched Susan hiss a breath through her gritted teeth. Although wanting to take forever she knew she had to deal with Susan in a timely fashion and so the third stroke followed a few seconds later. Susan was struggling as she clung on to the sides of the table. The pain was greater than she had ever expected but she was handling it. Maybe not well but she was doing as she was told and stayed in place. The three strokes caused her bottom to really sting but at least she was half-way through. Debra decided on a double and gave two very quick strokes. Susan ...

... howled with the intensity of the pain but still clung on to the table. She felt the tears running down her face even though she had kept her eyes tightly shut since the first stroke. She wiggled her bottom maybe hoping it would ease the pain. It didn’t so she stopped and waited for the final stroke. Debra lent down and with her mouth an inch from Susan’ ear said sternly, “Don’t forget, girl, that the last stroke is always the hardest.” Susan gasped but managed to say between sobs a very respectful, “Yes, Miss.” Debra stood back up, tapped the cane again on Susan’s bottom, pulled her arm back, and delivered the hardest stroke by far. Susan shrieked out in pain and the tears flowed as she gave out huge sobs. However knowing it was the sixth and final stroke she relaxed as best she could. She rested her head back on the table and kept hold of the sides as she let out long heart-felt sobs. Debra was ecstatic as she put down the cane. She rubbed Susan’s bottom and the backs of her legs and this time watched as Susan arched her back encouraging Debra to run her fingers along her pussy. Debra again bent down and this time kissed Susan’s wet cheek. She asked in a gentle even loving tone, “I can do you now, or we can do each other?” She kissed Susan’s cheek again. “Well?” Susan managed to open her eyes although they were tear-filled. However she looked towards Debra’s blurred face, sniffed, and said a wet, “Each other, please Miss.” Debra gently pulled on Susan’s shoulders until she was ...