Mary wandered down to Tim’s office, mulling over how to ask him to satisfy her needs. The door was closed and she could distinctly hear the unmistakable sound of wood against bare skin. Tim’s preferred tool was a replica of a ruler-like slat of maple that was their mentor’s favorite implement. Mary had felt the original on several trips over Eleanor’s knee and yearned to have Tim apply his like he was now doing to a deserving student.

Less than a minute later the sounds of the spanking ceased and soon two students, a boy and a girl, emerged. Both faces were wet with tears and they each were rubbing their very sore bottoms. Mary entered the office and looked at Tim with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“Boy friend and girl friend,” he began. “She had provided him the answers to the mid-term exam.”

“Any way I could get similar treatment?” Mary asked.

“Have you been a bad girl?” he questioned.

“Very much so,” she replied.

“Perhaps best if we not do this here,” he advised.

Mary texted him her address and added, “Don’t keep me waiting and be sure to bring that,” pointing to the paddle on his desk. Tim followed her home and she led him inside. He looked around and led her to the sofa, taking a seat in the center and pulled her over his knee. “You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he pretended. “You know what happens when you misbehave?”

“I get a spanking,” Mary replied, then added suggestive, “Maybe followed by more amorous attention?”

“Hmm,” Tim murmored. He flipped up Mary’s skirt, pulled her panties clear of her bottom and began to spank. After an uninterrupted two minutes of fast, sharp strikes, her bottom was fiery red. He paused and caressed her well-heated cheeks. He paused and then let his hand wander between her thighs that parted invitingly. She was wet and cooed as he slowly found her clit and then slipped a finger inside her. Soon he prompted her to rise and she doffed her skirt and panties, then knelt on the sofa facing the back. He gave her round cheeks a few swats with his hand and then opened his own pants. She guided him inside her and he stood still as she gyrated and pumped.

She paused and declared, “What I really want is for you to cum on my boobs!” Hearing no protest from Tim she pulled away and laid face up on the sofa. She opened her blouse and prompted him to kneel astride her, then guided his cock under her bra, sandwiched by her breasts. Tim now did the pumping and soon he felt himself approaching apex. Mary felt the change, too, but was still surprised as the first stream emerged and hit her face. Tim pulled back slightly and directed the rest of his release onto her breasts. She dipped a finger in the pooled semen in the notch of her neck and licked it clean. “Look what a mess you’ve made,” she scolded. “I think I need a shower, wanna you can join me? Perhaps smack your bare, wet ass with my bath brush!”