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My Exploits with Wendy

Part 5 - Tutorial in Discipline

The next session was mine to define. I suggested another role scenario we had previously discussed, though who was on the giving and receiving ends had been left open. I would be a strict school principal and Wendy would be a teacher who had failed to exercise appropriate discipline in the classroom. Our next session would simulate an after school meeting where I would provide a live demonstration of the kind of discipline she needed to exercise in her classroom.

The clear follow-on for a future session would be me as a disruptive student with her as teacher newly indoctrinated to the ways of stern corporal discipline. The obvious implement for the academic scenes was an oak paddle of mine that very much resembled the actual paddle that hung on the wall of my principal in grade school. I had never felt it myself, but various classmates related very painful sessions of it being applied to their young backsides.

Wendy showed up dressed for the part in a conservative dress. I had donned a my typical work garb - business casual - and added a tie for a symbolic touch.

“I’m disappointed in the chaos you’ve allowed to occur in your classroom,” I began.

In character, she responded, “Yes, sir. I’m very sorry.”

“The purpose of our meeting today is two-fold,” I continued. “To demonstrate to you the kind of corporal punishment I expect you to apply to miscreants and underscore my dissatisfaction with your ability to keep control of your classroom.” I paused and she nodded. “Be assured that failure to handle misbehavior in the classroom will result in more meetings like this.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied again.

“My advice for regaining calm in the classroom, is to make a public example of the first misbehavior that occurs. Give that student a two or three swats - over their clothing - as a deterrent to those watching. If misbehavior continues, the next recipient shall get something more severe - perhaps six swat and even a less fully covered bottom. Don’t be reluctant to paddle students and on-the-bare, if necessary to gain control of YOUR classroom.”

She nodded knowing what was likely next. “Today’s example will give you a taste what is ahead if you don’t follow my guidance. You’re gonna get a dozen on your bare behind,” I stated.

She paused as I expected to offer an objection or counter-point. “A dozen? On my bare bottom?” she exclaimed. I nodded. “Is there any way you might agree to maybe only, like, six?”

I smiled inwardly at her objection only to the number of swats, not the state of her bottom. “You would need to make a very persuasive argument,” I replied. She move close and unbuckled my belt. Reaching inside my boxers she stroked my firm cock, aroused already by the discussion so far. She loosened my pants and fully freeing my erection from the confining clothing. She sank to her knees and took me in her mouth.

I was surprised that I lasted more that a few seconds with that sort of stimulus. After a few minutes of sucking and tugging, I felt the tide rising and she sensed I was close. She sealed her lips around the head of my cock and cleanly caught the entire load. When I was empty, she opened her lips slightly to show the pond of cum in her mouth and then swallowed.

Leaving me standing with my pants around my knees, she bend over my desk. She arched her back to present her bottom for the paddle as I pulled up my pants. I flipped up her dress to expose her bottom and drew down the thin panties. My hand wandered between her legs finding her very wet. I thought about fingering her more deeply but decided that would be postponed until after her bottom was red and hot. I tapped the paddle against her bare cheeks and gave them an initial hard swat. She squealed in response.

After each swat, I dipped my fingers inside her and then moistened her bottom with her own juices. After six swats, her bottom was beginning to bruise and I began a more vigorous fingering. She pushed herself against my hand, pushing my fingers deeper inside. I realized I was hard again and was finding it difficult to observe our agreement prohibiting penetration.