As expected, Wendy insisted that we continue the teacher saga, now with me as the errant pupil. When I arrived, her attire resembled a very provocative teacher - fairly short skirt and her blouse liberally unbuttoned. She led me into her home office and scolded me briefly for being disruptive in class while gesturing with 2-foot-long hardwood ruler.

“Bend over the desk,” she ordered. She tapped the narrow paddle against by butt and gave it two hard whacks. Unbeknownst to her I inserted a thing sheet of bubble-wrap packing under my boxers. Even with that extra padding and my pants and underwear, the strikes hurt like crazy. “I’m not sure you’re getting the message,” she noted. “Get those pants and underwear done. You deserve to get these on a bare bottom.” I guiltily lowered my pants and she caught sight of the extra padding. “You very naughty boy,” she exclaimed. “You were only due a dozen, but now I’m thinking you deserved another dozen for your deceit and I’m gonna start over!”

I sighed and she slowly delivered twelve hard swats cover my butt from crest to crease. The pace was slow enough that the immediate sting began to subside before the next arrived. She paused and left the room for a minute. She returned and made a show of the butt plug she had retrieved and then covered the bulbous part with a generous coat of icy-hot cream. She pushed the plug into me and retrieved ruler. She made me count the next twelve giving me control of the pace. I took the first six rather face but then delayed my count to space-out the last. I felt her fingers against my seared cheeks, inspecting her work.

“Undress and follow me,” she commanded. I did as ordered and she led me to the guest room where our adventures had begun. She laid a large towel on the bed and instructed me lay on my back on the towel. I watched her leave the room and dared to sneak a feel of my welted, sore bottom. She returned a few moments later, naked and holding a two-ended phallic sex toy. She removed the plug and applied a bit of lube to one end of the dildo before burying in in my ass. She sat between my legs, then impaled herself, and began to undulate. Simultaneously, she lightly stroked my cock. She sensed I was close and paused, allowing me to recover a bit before resuming the rhythm. She brought me again to the edge and backed away. The third time, rather than relaxing the intensified not only her thrusting but the pace and firmness of her hand on me. She abruptly stopped and streams of warm cum shot onto her hand and my torso. She retreated leaving me alone on the bed, twitching and cooling. She returned a few moments later with my own belt. Before we clean-up, I need to give your tushie a final warming, “Roll over.”

The towel stuck to my now cool jiz-covered chest and stomach. She extracted the plastic cock from my ass and I then heard the jangle of the buckle and braced for the bite of the heavy leather strap.