Punishment: Campus Guard Spanks Cheeky Student Over His Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Sexy Young Woman Caught At The Pool
The sign says Closed After 10 PM, but Sophie steps through the side gate anyway.
She’s barefoot, still dripping from her swim, her towel clutched around her chest. Her wet bikini sticks to her skin. Nineteen, with a runner’s build, short dark hair and a cocky glint in her eye, Sophie doesn’t care much for rules.
The moon lights up the pool deck. Everything’s quiet. No lifeguard, no students. Just her and the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t.
That is, until the flashlight hits her face.
“Out after curfew, Miss Carter?”
She freezes. Her smile vanishes.
Dean Morgan stands by the gate… tall, broad-shouldered, dark blue campus jacket zipped halfway up, clipboard in one hand, flashlight in the other. His voice is calm, slow, unreadable.
Sophie tries to grin. “Thought I’d just sneak a quick swim.”
He steps closer. “That’s your third violation in two weeks.”
She shrugs. “Guess I’m consistent.”
He doesn’t smile back.
“Drop the towel. Come with me.”
No More Warnings For A Cheeky Young Lady
His office sits just beside the field house, down a narrow hallway lined with security monitors and forgotten sports trophies. He opens the door, flicks on the lights, and closes it behind them.
“Sit.”
She lowers herself onto the vinyl chair, still damp, towel wrapped tightly around her. He sits behind the desk, watching her without expression.
“You think rules don’t apply to you?”
She shifts. “They’re a little flexible.”
“Not anymore.”
He stands.
Sophie tenses. “Wait… what are you doing?”
“I gave you warnings. I logged you. I’ve had enough.”
He walks around the desk.
“Stand up.”
Sophie doesn’t move. So Dean reaches down, grabs her wrist and pulls her to her feet.
Towel Falls, Bottom Of Hot Woman Exposed
“Wait!” she protests.
But he’s already sitting down in his desk chair, pulling her across his lap in one smooth motion. The towel falls.
She squeals and grabs at it, but it’s too late. She’s bent over his knees, damp skin against his pants, legs dangling, toes barely touching the floor. The bikini bottoms cling to her, half-transparent from the water.
Dean doesn’t hesitate. He hooks a thumb into the waistband and pulls them down… slowly, revealing two perfect, wet, bare cheeks.
Sophie kicks. “You can’t—!”
“I can. And I am.”
Smack! She jumps. The sound of the slap bounces off the office walls. Smack! Smack!
He spanks her with slow, hard rhythm. Water beads flick from her skin with each strike. Her bare bottom bounces slightly under his palm, wet and glowing.
She wiggles. “Dean… wait… please!”
“You want to act like a brat on campus property, Sophie? This is how you get treated.”
She kicks her feet, but he holds her firm. One hand at the small of her back, one hand working steadily, every smack landing low and flat. Her bare ass begins to darken, from light pink to deep rose. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t scold. He just spanks.
Hard Spanking On A Cheeky Wet Bottom
Sophie twists, grinds her hips, gasps with each blow. Her thighs tremble.
He shifts her slightly forward on his lap to raise her bottom higher. She feels it. More exposed, more vulnerable.
Smack!
“You think the rules are a game.”
Smack!
“You think breaking them is funny.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She groans through her teeth, fists clenched tight, trying to keep from making noise. But her cheeks are red now, her squirming weaker.
He focuses on the underside of her bottom—where it stings the most.
Sophie’s voice cracks. “Okay… okay… I get it!”
He pauses only long enough to rub her burning cheeks with his palm. The heat is rising from her skin. Her breathing is shallow.
And then he starts again.
Sexy Student Struggles While Being Spanked On Bare Butt
By the time he stops, she’s trembling. Still bent over his lap, cheeks fully red, damp and pulsing.
Dean rests a hand gently on her now. Not spanking. Just keeping her there.
“I expect full cooperation from now on.” She nods into the empty air. “I said, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes. “I understand.”
“Good.”
He pulls her bikini bottoms back up slowly. The wet fabric sticks awkwardly to her sore skin. She winces.
He lets her up. She stands awkwardly, eyes on the floor, cheeks red—both sets.
Dean looks at her. “You’ll come back here tomorrow at six sharp. And you’ll show me you remember this lesson.”
She nods again.
And when she walks out, towel in hand, she doesn’t smile this time.
She just limps… barefoot, humbled and quiet. And also a little horny…
