The Deal

“Next.” He barked. Thank goodness student visiting hours were almost done. Having to be pleasant was exhausting.

As the last student of the day entered his office though things were looking up. “Ah Miss Jones, you’ve decided to take up my offer?”

“Yes.” She replied quietly. 

“Very well, come and stand here”, he said, pointing to floor in front of him.

He inspected her as she stood in front of him. She was a pretty thing, with long brown hair, blue eyes, long limbs barely covered in a short skirt and a t-shirt. “Now you know this is entirely up to you, don’t you? You made the choice to not do your assignments and asked me for an alternative to failure. You agreed to this right?”

“I know,” she readily agreed, “I figure this has to be easier than two assignments!” she said nervously. 

“We’ll see,” he growled. “Fifty spanks it is then. Please lock the door behind you.”

The girl turned with a flash of thigh and turned the key in the lock. Turning back to face him he could see the uncertainty on her face. “Come here girl” he ordered.

Taking a breath, she slowly came and stood beside him. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of her thigh. He could feel her shiver in anticipation.  

For a moment he just looked at the girl. No need to rush, he reminded himself, the office is closed for the day. We won’t be interrupted. “I want you over my knee. Now” He smiled as the girl bent over his knees. She placed herself so her legs, knees almost to the floor, hung on one side and her pert breasts were on the other. 

He leaned forward and placed one hand on her ankle. Slowly he drew his hand up her calf and the back of her thigh until his hand was covered by her short skirt. He lifted her skirt back to reveal a pair of red knickers. He placed he hand on the top of her thigh, just below the cotton on her knickers. He 

could hear her take another deep breath. 

Slowly he cupped one arse cheek with his hand, feeling its fullness beneath the cotton. Her skin was warm and firm, and when he stroked her arse he could feel it rise to meet his hand. 

“Ah you’re looking forward to this are you?” he breathed. “ I think you want me to spank your arse girl.”

“No sir” she stammered, “well…not really.”

“Well that’s the deal.” He declared as he raised his hand and brought it back to her arse cheek with a thwack.

“Ahh” she cried in shock. “Sir!”

“That’s not the right response girl” he barked “I want to you to count each of your 50 spanks. We’ll have to do that one again…”

Raising his hand again he came down hard on her other cheek. “One!” she gasped.

“Good girl” he said, before smacking her again in quick succession. 

“Two, three… four, five!”

“You see the best way to do this is to spread where you land. You don’t want it to hurt too much first time out.” He explained.

After the tenth spank he paused to admire his handiwork. He carefully placed a hand on each cheek. He could feel the heat rising from her wounded cheeks. Without warning he landed another five spanks on her left cheek. 

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, oooh fourteen, fifteen” she gasped. 

“See isn’t that more painful?” he asked “all on the one side ?”

“Yes sir, it is” she panted. 

This time when he paused he put his hands at the waistband of her panties. He could feel her tense as he slowly pulled back her panties to reveal her bare cheeks. Normally a pale white, they were red and swollen. 

“Now relax darlin’ this is part of your deal. You know, I can’t quite see my hand mark on your cheeks. Lets see if we can’t fix that.”

With a big swipe, he left a huge hand print of white on her otherwise red cheek. It quickly faded but filled him with pleasure none the less.

“Sixteen.” She chanted.

As her counting got to 24 he stopped.

“Now girl, we are nearly done for your price for one assignment. 25 spanks per missed piece of work. We can stop here you know. We can leave it at 25 and you can hand the other assignment to me on Monday… what would you like to do?”

While the girl was silent, he gently ran his hand over her red cheeks and her soft thighs. As he took his hands away she groaned.

“Well girl? What will it be?” he demanded.

“Please sir, continue with my punishment” she whispered. 

“What?” he demanded “ I can’t hear you…”

“Please sir” she said her voice barely louder. “I would like to be spanked some more.”

“Oh, do you like this do you?” he chortled. “I suspected you might! Right continuing on it is!”

As she continued to lay over his lap the smacks came thick and fast. As she counted out loud her voice got deeper and huskier and her tight arse got redder and redder. 

“Fourty-five, fourty-six, fourty-seven, fourty-eight, fourty-nine…”

He could hear the tears in her voice, just as he could hear the smile on her lips and smell the light scent of her wetness that showed her arousal.

One last smack and it was over.

“FIFTY!” she screamed.

Done at last they both stayed as they were for a moment. She leaned across his lap, her legs straight as she pushed her arse up into his hands. Her hair hung over her face which was flushed, with tears on her cheeks. Her arse, pushed into the air was red and swollen. He sat there with his hand on the heat of her arse, and simply enjoyed the moment.

Briskly he pulled her panties up, breaking the spell. She rose off his lap and walked shamefaced to the door. 

Unlocking it, she turned and said haltingly. ‘Thank you sir, that was… Thank you” then she turned and was gone.

He smiled. A good day then.