"Please Mr. Oakley, I'm sorry!" Kimberly squealed as the powerful hand of her English teacher met her bare ass with enough force to send a loud 'smack' into the confines of his office. Kimberly was bent over the smooth wooden desk with her jeans and panties down around her ankles. Her round bare ass was red from the twenty or so spankings that Mr. Oakley had given it already. She begged and pleaded as the rough treatment of her posterior continued, but even as tears ran down her pink cheeks, arousal dripped from her puffy pink labia.
Mr. Oakley's left hand pressed down on the small of Kimberly's back, keeping her face down on the desk with gentle but steady pressure as his right hand came up into the air again. Tightly flexed, with all four fingers held tightly together he spanked the sexy young girl over and over in a slow, metronomic rhythm. With each strike she yelped or whimpered, intermittently begging for a halt to her suffering. But he was going to give her everything that she deserved.
"You've been a bad girl little Kimberly, and this is the punishment for bad girls." He spoke slowly, intentionally, punctuating every few words with another spank. "You're going to take fifty spankings, and if I hear another word of complaint, I'll make it seventy. Do you understand me Kimberly?"
"Yes Mr. Oakley," she said softly, the last syllable of his named upturned into a squeak as the thirtieth hit landed. She cried as quietly as she could as the assault of her perky little rear continued. She hated this, but she also loved it. Her body responded to the contact, the pain, and she couldn't stand the fact that she was bent over a desk in her teacher's office and she was the horniest she had ever been.
Finally, the final spanking landed, and Mr. Oakley let his hand linger on her bright red buttock. He rubbed his hand in soothing circles across one cheek, then the other. Kimberly moaned in relief as the punishment came to an end, but something inside of her wanted it to continue. Her innocent little pussy had begun dripping down the insides of her thighs, the smell of her arousal obvious. Mr. Oakley had been careful never to touch her sensitive lips even once. This was a punishment after all, and it wouldn't do for that to be undermined by the immense pleasure that he knew he could give this young, inexperienced girl. But she wanted it. He could tell she wanted it from the first slap, and it had taken an enormous amount of willpower not to give into his base desires, abandoning the punishment.
