Spanking Voyeur: Janitor Spanks Hot Classmate Over The Knee

This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18

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Young Man Hears Slaps Coming From The Equipment Room

I was pissed.

Who the hell forgets their gym bag in the locker room? Me. Of course me. After last period Bio, I had to head all the way back to the gym. Hallways were empty. Lights flickering. The locker room still smelled like sweat and floor cleaner.

I shoved open the boys’ changing room door. Nothing. Bag was under the bench. I grabbed it, ready to leave, when I heard it.

Smack.

A flat, heavy sound. Then another. Smack. Somebody was definitely getting their ass whooped. I froze. Who the hell was doing what in there?

I moved slowly, quiet like a thief. The equipment room door was cracked open. I leaned closer, and what I saw… no way I could’ve guessed.

Janitor Pulls Sexy Blonde Classmate Over His Knee

There he was. The janitor. Mr. Eberlein. Mid-fifties, gut hanging over his belt, hands like goddamn wrenches. And over his lap? Emily.

Yeah, that Emily. Blonde curls, 18, tight top, killer ass. The kind of girl every guy in the back row drools over.

Her arms were braced on a wooden box lid, butt up, legs dangling in the air. Her shorts were already on the floor, panties halfway down. That small, round ass glowed pale and bare in the dim light.

And the janitor? He was laying into her. Smack.

“Not again, missy,” he growled. Smack.

Emily flinched, let out a soft moan. “I… I just—”

Smack. “Just what, huh? Just late again? Just forgot our little deal?”

Her legs trembled. She squirmed, but he had her pinned. Iron grip. No escape. He kept spanking her, slow, steady, hard.

I should’ve looked away. Instead, I crept closer.

Panties Drop, Cheeks Bounce, Schoolboy Keeps Watching

I stood behind a stack of mats, barely three meters away. My heart thudded, and my pants were tight as hell. I couldn’t stop staring.

The moment he pulled her panties all the way down is burned into my brain. That thin fabric slid down her hips, caught for a second on her thighs, then dropped to her ankles. She tried to squeeze her legs shut—no chance. He spread her thighs with his knee.

Her ass, perfectly round, soft, glowing, was already bright red. Stripes ran across her cheeks, some spots darker, almost purple.

Emily whimpered. Her fingers clawed the wood, her feet kicked helplessly in the air. Once she caught him in the thigh, but he just grinned. “We’re not done yet, young lady.”

I swallowed dry. My cock throbbed. I’d never thought I’d be into this kind of shit, but I couldn’t look away.

The janitor lifted her cheeks slightly with one hand, stroked them once, then let fly. First the right. Then the left. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Emily shivered. “Please… I won’t do it again…”

But he just shook his head. “You say that every time.” So… That wasn’t her first spanking…

Voyeur Spanking: Janitor Leaves After Schoolgirl Spanking

After a while, the rhythm slowed. The smacks came less often, then stopped. Emily just lay there, panting, cheeks damp, ass flaming red.

The janitor gave her a final stroke over her sore butt, then helped her off his lap. She stood wobbly, rubbing her backside. Her panties still hung at one ankle, shorts in her hand.

“Same time next week,” he said. She nodded fast, like she just wanted it over.

He brushed past her, grabbed his thermos, and left. I ducked behind the mats. No clue if he could’ve seen me but he didn’t notice a thing.

Then he was gone.

Emily stood there, still half-naked, turned and looked over her shoulder into the mirror.

That’s when I stepped out of the shadows.

Young Man Steps Forward After Classmate Spanking

“Got quite the beating, huh?”

Emily spun around, shorts and panties almost slipping again. Her eyes went wide. “What the fuck?”

I grinned. “Sorry. Just came back for my bag… but then I saw this.”

She stared, then flushed deep red. “Shit… you saw everything?”

I nodded. “Tried not to moan too loud.”

She stood still a second, then yanked her panties up, hands trembling. Her fingers brushed over her scorched butt. “You can’t tell anyone. Seriously. I mean it.”

I leaned against the wall. “What even was that? Doesn’t look like tutoring.”

She swallowed. “It’s private, okay?”

I saw her eyes flick down to my crotch. The bulge was impossible to miss. She raised a brow. “You liked it?”

I didn’t answer right away. I stepped closer, stopping right in front of her. “It was… intense,” I murmured. “Didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

“And now what?” she asked quietly. “You gonna blab?” I looked at her. That stare, half defiant, half exposed. Her face still red, lips slightly parted, hair all messed up.