A few days after I had clandestinely watched Mona spank Rose and the subsequent banter at the mailbox, we happened to meet there again in the early evening. “I’ve been thinking about our chat the other night,” she began. “Wanna come over and discuss over a glass of wine?” A few minutes later we were sipping something red and tasty and she offered, “I was thinking some spanking play might be really fun.”

“I agree,” I replied.

“I would enjoy a bit of role-play and perhaps to get started we could base our scenes on our actual work lives,” she suggested. I nodded and she continued, “You’re an educator and I could be a naughty student and I’m a nurse and you could be my uncooperative patient.”

I was excited by her boldness, “That sounds fantastic. When should we start and who goes first?”

“I was thinking starting with the academic theme. Can you play tonight?” she offered.

I tried to conceal my immediate arousal and act unflustered, “That sounds good. How about in my home office?”

“Perfect,” she answered. “Give me a bit to clean-up? What should I wear?”

She was still in her scrubs from work. “How about classic schoolgirl skirt and blouse?”

“I have something that should work,” she replied and look at her watch. “How about I come over at eight?”

“You’re in a lot of trouble, young lady. Don’t be late,” I scolded but with a smile.

I returned home to prepare. I brought a straight chair from the kitchen and set facing my desk. I retrieved a small paddle I had made from its drawer and set it conspicuously on the desk. Then I went into my bedroom and removed the web belt I was wearing and replaced it with my Filson bridle leather belt. Many bottoms - including my own - had felt its sting. I briefly considered quickly masturbating to alleviate the erection that had been present since Mona had first suggested we play like this. Back in my office, I opened my laptop and found a mock punishment form I had created for a previous school punishment scene. I printed a copy and put it on the desk with the paddle.

Mona arrived ten minutes late - I expected intentionally. She smelled freshly showered and outfitted in a conservative skirt and blouse. I let her inside and led her back to the spare room that served as my home office. “Have a seat,” I instructed, pointing to the chair. “You’re ten minutes late,” I chided.

“Whatever,” she groused.

“Showing attitude and being tardy when you’re already in trouble isn’t the wisest move,” I replied and she just rolled her eyes. “Ok,” I continued, “As you know, we practice corporal punishment and all spankings are applied to the student’s bare bottom. You’re here initially for being disruptive in math class - second time this semester - so that’s gonna earn you two minutes of hand spanking.” I filled out the top row of the form - ‘Disruptive’ in the ‘Behavior’ column, checked the ‘Hand’ box in the ‘Implement’ column and jotted ‘2 min’ in the ‘Number’ column. “The attitude you’ve shown here will earn you an additional fifty with the paddle,” I added pointing to the paddle conveniently available on the desk, “and being tardy ten minutes today adds twenty with my belt.” I completed the form and turned it for her to review. She rolled her eyes again, then took the pen I offered and signed the form.

“Stand up, please,” I instructed. I picked up the paddle from the desk and handed it to her. “You’ll hold onto this until I need it,” I added and turned the chair away from the desk and took a seat. “Over my knee, young lady.” Mona lowered herself over my lap and I scolded her briefly on her behavior and then raised the back of her skirt. I admired her sumptuous bottom and then slowly pulled the pink panties to her knees. “Are you ready?” I asked, setting a two-minute timer on phone.

“Yes, sir,” she replied. I hit the start button and began to spank. Over-the-knee, spanking a bare bottom with my bare hand was a personal favorite. It might not be the most effective punishment - in terms of creating long-lasting discomfort, but the auditory, visual and tactile aspects were fantastic. I savored the response of a woman’s bottom to the impact of my hand, the emanating shockwave and the outline of my handprint. Soon Mona’s bottom was very pink and warm. She began to groan and kick at the one minute mark and her panties when flying. I saw the time counting down and slowed the pace, swatting even harder and more focused until I heard the two-minute chime.

I paused to inspect progress. Mona’s bottom appeared as two glowing pink orbs. “Hand me the paddle, please,” I requested. Mona hesitantly handed the paddle back to me and I patted her rosy tush with it and declared, “Now fifty for being insolent and disrespectful.” I gave her right cheek five hard slow swats, counting quietly to deliver about one per second, then pause five seconds and repeat on the left side. I prolonged the delivery intentionally, allowing the spanking to really sink in and be memorable. At the conclusion of the paddling, I let her catch her breath and then prompted her to stand and saw an actual tear leak from her eye.

She rubbed her bottom knowing the real heat was really just beginning. “Sir,” she began plaintively, “Is there anything I can do to reduce the punishment for being late?”

“Hmm,” I pondered, “Like what?”

“What if a naughty girl gave her teacher a handjob?” she replied with a salacious smile.

“That’s tough one,” I countered. “Normally propositions like that might earn you extra swats but in this case if I’m sufficiently satisfied in your work, I’m willing to consider reducing your punishment for tardiness to only ten strokes.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

“Let’s start with the initial ten and then you’ll have the opportunity to persuade me to stop there,” I replied. “Bend over the desk. Forearms stay in contact with the desk top or the stroke doesn’t count.”

She turned and assumed the position. I approached and pulled the back of her skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. I made sure she was watching me as I unbuckled my belt and withdrew it with a whoosh. Doubled in my hand, I tapped it against her tush and instructed, “Count these.” When she cried out, “Ten!”, her bottom bore a dark red swath from the impacts of the belt.

“Your turn,” I noted. She faced me and unfastened my pants and liberated my erection and began to stroke. She paused and slowly sank to her knees, then continued the manual stimulation. She quickly brought me to near apex but then paused for a moment of recovery before continuing.

On the second approach she pushed on and giggled as I emptied onto her face, neck and shoulders. She licked a rivulet of semen from her fingers and declared, “That was fun.”