School Spanking: Teacher Spanks Naughty Schoolgirl In Class
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Punishment In Class: The New Teacher
I sat in the second row, my pen gripped so tightly my knuckles whitened. Chalk dust thickened the air, and sunlight cut through slanted blinds, streaking the linoleum floor.
Beside me, Emily lounged back, her blonde hair gleaming like spun gold, pink-painted toenails bouncing on the desk. Her denim shorts hugged her flawless backside, and her tight white tank top flaunted her curves.
She chomped gum loudly, the smacking a bold jab at the quiet. Her emerald eyes glinted as she sized up the new teacher, Mr. Carter, a sly grin curling her lips. “He’s toast,” she whispered, knotting my stomach.
I tried focusing on my notebook, scribbling notes, but my fingers trembled. My ponytail felt too tight, a loose strand brushing my cheek.
I wore a plain gray T-shirt and sweatpants, unremarkable, yet I sensed eyes on me when Emily giggled again.
My silver ring on my index finger caught the light, a faint anchor, but it didn’t calm me. Emily was a brewing storm, and I feared she’d drag us both into chaos.
Teacher Confronts Young Woman’s Defiance
Mr. Carter marched in, his steps ringing as he slammed his bag on the desk. Tall, broad-shouldered, his voice was steady but sharp.
“Good morning,” he said. “I’m Mr. Carter, your history teacher. We’re covering the French Revolution.” He turned to the board, chalk scratching, but Emily’s loud giggle sliced through. She muttered about his tie, hand over mouth, eyes locked on him, taunting.
“Emily, right?” His voice cut without turning. “Share with the class?”
“Nope, Mr. C.” Emily’s sarcasm oozed. “Private chat.” Her teeth flashed in a grin, sparking snickers. I sank lower, cheeks burning. “Stop,” I hissed, but she ignored me, legs still propped up.
“Feet off,” Mr. Carter snapped, eyes pinning her. “Gum out. Now.”
Emily raised an eyebrow, chewing louder. “Relax, Mr. C. Just fun.” Her grin was sharp, tension spiking. My palms sweated, pen slipping.
“Last chance,” he said, voice icy. “Feet down. Gum gone.”
She sighed, lowered her legs slowly, and yanked the gum out, sticking it under the desk. “Happy?” Her eyes sparkled, claiming victory. I stared at my notebook, lines blurring.
School Spanking: Hard Schoolgirl Punishment In Class
Mr. Carter began, writing “1789” on the board, detailing the revolution’s social strains. Emily didn’t listen. She grabbed her phone, scrolled, giggled, and shoved a video at me. “Quit it,” I whispered, voice shaky. She shrugged, kept tapping, screen light dancing in her eyes.
“Emily,” Mr. Carter said, back turned. “Phone away.”
“One sec,” she mumbled, eyes down. “Now.” His voice cracked like a whip. She rolled her eyes, slid the phone into her bag slowly, and leaned back, arms crossed. My heart pounded, bracing for trouble.
Emily persisted, tossing paper wads at a front-row boy, whispering loudly, giggling. Each glance from Mr. Carter met her grin, a game to her. My cheeks blazed; I wanted to vanish, trapped beside her. The class hushed, air thick with unease.
“Emily,” Mr. Carter barked, and my heart leapt, relief mixing with dread. “Up front.”
Emily froze, her grin faltering. “Me?” Her voice held a hint of nerves, though she masked it with a laugh.
“Yes, you,” he said, calm but firm. “You’ve disrupted enough. Up front.”
She stood, sauntering to the desk, hips swaying, her confidence a thin veil. I watched, hands trembling, my silver ring glinting. The class was silent, eyes glued to her. She stopped before the desk, one hand on her hip, vanilla perfume wafting faintly.
Strict Teacher Bends Naughty Schoolgirl Over The Desk
“Turn around,” Mr. Carter ordered. “Bend over the desk.”
Her laugh was sharp, nervous. “You’re joking, right?” She glanced back, seeking escape, but his gaze held her.
“No joke,” he said. “Bend over.”
She hesitated, then turned, bending slowly, hands gripping the desk’s edge. Her shorts stretched tight, outlining her curves. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as the class held its breath.
“Shorts down,” Mr. Carter said, voice steady.
Emily’s head snapped up. “No way,” she hissed, but her voice shook. “You can’t.”
“Down,” he repeated, his hands seizing her shorts’ waistband. He tugged them down slowly, the denim sliding to her knees. Cool air hit her skin, and I saw her cheeks flush red. Her black lace thong barely covered her, tan lines from her bikini tracing her hips, a pale stripe against her bronzed skin.
“That too,” he said.
“Please, Mr. Carter,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll stop, I swear.”
He didn’t reply, just pulled the thong down, leaving it with her shorts. Her bare backside quivered in the air, smooth and exposed. A faint gasp rose from the class; my eyes widened, heart racing. Her legs pressed together, but there was no hiding. Her fingers dug into the desk, knuckles white.
Bare Bottom Spanking For Cheeky Schoolgirl (18)
Mr. Carter raised his hand, the air shifting before the first strike. A sharp slap echoed, his hand smacking her right cheek.
She yelped, her body jerking, her cheeks trembling. Red marks bloomed, her skin pink, then red. A second hit landed left, and she squirmed, legs shaking. “Please, it hurts,” she whimpered, but he continued, strikes even, precise.
Her cheeks danced, skin deepening to crimson. The pain showed in her clenched fists, the shame in her flushed neck. I caught her vanilla scent, now mixed with sweat. She shifted from foot to foot, but clung to the desk.
After ten strikes, he stopped. She sobbed softly, head hanging, her usual bravado shattered. He pulled her thong and shorts up, the fabric scraping her raw skin. “Sit,” he said.
Emily stumbled back to her seat, sitting gingerly, wincing as her sore backside met the chair. Her eyes were red, lashes wet, her confidence gone. I stared, my lips trembling, wanting to comfort her but frozen. The class was still, air heavy with shock.
“Onward,” Mr. Carter said, turning to write “1793.” Emily’s lesson was learned. I knew she’d never push so recklessly again.
