Mr. Teacher

Seeing Charlotte bent over and ready for punishment made my cock quickly engorge in my pants. I extended my arm and tapped her ass with the paddle. She responded with a giggle and moved her hips against the wood. The spanking she got the night before had clearly ignited something inside her. It had definitely brought something to life inside me that I never realized was buried beneath the surface. I liked being in control. I liked having her at my mercy. I raised the paddle and swung it with very little effort, barely tapping her ass when it landed. As much as I liked seeing her in such a submissive position, I didn’t want to actually hurt her.

“I thought you were going to paddle me, not tease me.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned.

“I guess you didn’t learn your lesson about taunting me last night.” I narrowed my eyes and tapped her ass again with the paddle.

“Or maybe I learned it a little too well.” She winked and bit down on her lip.

I raised the paddle and brought it down a little harder. It still wasn’t enough to hurt her, but it made a popping sound that echoed through my classroom for a moment. She lifted up on her toes and then sank back down on her heels. I swung again and put slightly more force behind it, bringing it down across both sides of her ass. She squirmed for a moment and I could tell she definitely felt it. I watched her body language to see how she reacted and when I didn’t see any hint of discomfort, I delivered another one that was almost as hard as someone that was really getting punished would have gotten.

“I felt that one.” She gasped and lifted up onto her toes again for a moment before exhaling sharply.

“You shouldn’t have taunted me.” I lifted the paddle and brought it down with a swing that mirrored the previous one. “Maybe the lesson will stick this time.”

“Ow!” Her knees came together and she bounced on her toes for a second.

I waited to see how her body reacted to the sting and while she seemed slightly uncomfortable, she still remained in position. When a paddle was used as a form of discipline at Glendale High School, a student typically got three good smacks. That meant she only had one left if I stuck to traditional discipline norms since the first two were barely more than taps. I decided that the third would be harder an

d as close to the real thing as I was comfortable with since she had nothing to protect her ass from the wood. I lifted it above my head and swung, feeling a vibration in my palm when it landed squarely on her flesh.

“Ouch!” She squealed and hopped off my desk, immediately grabbing her ass with both hands.

“Now you know why it was so effective at keeping students in line.” I put the paddle on my desk and put my arms around her. “Was it too much?”

“No.” She shook her head. “It just caught me off guard—I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” I slid my hands down and squeezed her ass. “It’s fun to play, but I don’t want to actually hurt you.”

“I trust you.” She leaned against my ear and kissed my neck. “I’m sure I deserve a lot worse than that.”

“Maybe…” I let out a sigh when I felt her lips teasing me. “The paddle is usually just the warm-up, anyway.”

“A warm up for what?” Her lips moved up and kissed my ear.

“Getting paddled at school means you’re in for a lot worse than that when you get home.” I squeezed her ass again.

“Can we just skip dinner tonight?” She let out a sigh. “I’m not very hungry anyway.”

“Me either.” I pulled her closer and started kissing her neck.

I wanted her so bad that I could have easily taken her right there on my desk, but I had to exercise a bit of control. I had already taken a risk by paddling her there, and I didn’t want to press my luck. She said I was the last person left, but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t working on another hallway that would have to walk by my room on their way out. We finally parted ways and agreed that she would just come by my house instead of me picking her up. There was a little more work for me to do, so I tended to it before finally calling it a night. Some of the papers were atrocious and the students that turned them in probably deserved the paddle a lot more than Charlotte did.

I DIDN’T FEEL AS NERVOUS as I did the previous night, but there was mild anxiousness as I waited for her to arrive. I decided to have one drink, just to settle my nerves, and tried to wait calmly as I sipped it. My cock begged for attention, reminding me that it had been hard and unsatisfied earlier in the day. I definitely couldn’t wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around it again. It would be easier since she was no longer a virgin and I didn’t plan to hold back at all. I finally heard the sound of a car in my driveway and stood up. I opened the door by the time she got to the top step and my eyes got wide when I saw what she was wearing.

“Is that your cheerleader uniform from high school?” I blinked a couple of times as she stepped into my house.

“Yeah, I guess you never saw me in it, did you?” She did a little twirl, but held her skirt so that it didn’t fly up.

“No, I never really made it to any of the football games. It’s not as fun to be a spectator when you used to be on the field.” I pushed the door closed. “Pep rallies were an excellent opportunity to catch up on my work so I didn’t have to stay late on a Friday.”

“So…” She walked up and twisted on her toes when she was next to me. “You said that getting paddled at school meant I was in for something worse when I got home?”

“I did say that.” I nodded and stared at her.

“I’m home.” She bit down on her lip and grinned.

Chapter 7: Charlotte

“You’re going on another date with Mr. King?” Veronica gave me a blank stare as I broke the news to her after she got home from school.