Eleanor looked down to behold one of her favorite scenes - a bare bottom on her lap just begging to be spanked. During her career as an educator she had spanked countless backsides and the act never got dull or unexciting. She had started as a history teacher at a private high school where corporal punishment was common-place. From there, she had moved on to a small college also with a strong disciplinary heritage, then to chair of the history department and now emeritus professor where her duties were mostly serving on committees and mentoring junior faculty. Currently she had two mentees - Tim and Mary - both of whom had initially been taken aback at Eleanor’s revelation of her mentoring methods, namely the part where at the end of their weekly meeting with her they were to submit to a spanking. Even successful week was concluded with a trip over her knee. Instances where goals and assignments fell short resulted in an even longer and more intense session.

Right now it was Tim over her lap. He’d had a fairly good week and Eleanor had him set a one minute time on his phone. She could feel his erection against her thigh and was eager for him to hit the ‘start’ button. When he did, Eleanor began to spank. Her favored position was to have the student like this over her knee as she applied her trusty maple slat paddle to the recipients bare cheeks. The paddle had been made by her friend, Marcus, and she knew from personal experience how stinging a swat with it felt. A minute’s worth of swats as Tim was to receive would create a lasting, memorable sore bottom.

Marcus had made the implement from a fairly thin piece of maple, perhaps three-eighths inch thick, one and half inches wide and fifteen inches long. It did not due as much damage as the traditional academic paddle but her objective was to prolong the experience for both participants not impart bruising results in a mere two or three swats.

When the timer chimed, Tim’s ass was very colorful with emerging bruises in the zone bounded by the crest and crease. Sitting was going to remind him of this session for a couple of days - at least. Eleanor glanced at her watch, her session was still thirty minutes away so plenty of time for some fun. She had Tim stand and stroked his erect penis. She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. She would wrap his discomfort with a quick blowjob . While some of her friends were quite adamant about their dislike for fellatio, it had always been something she enjoyed - and actually craved. Quite soon, she felt Tim’s body tense and then his cock twitched and flooded her mouth with cum. She swallowed and rose and gave him a salty kiss.

She opened a drawer and retrieved a double-ended dildo. She inserted the one end in her and Tim’s eyes widened knowing the other end was going in him. Eleanor added a bit of lube to the free end and instructed Tim to turn and bend, then slowly inserted the toy into his ass. She began to pump slowly at first and then more intensely. The gadget had a little finger that perfectly rubbed her clit. Her own motion and the vibration of the toy was exquisite, bring her to climax after a few minutes of action. She pulled away and turned-off the toy. She gave Tim’s bare ass a playful slap, “Keep up the good work, young fellow.”