A brutal disciplinary paddle

The tools Léa has obtained aren't really intended for casual spankings, being more suited to serious chastisement, but that needn't spoil your fun. You decide upon a regulation college paddle, large, thick, made of a heavy and very hard plastic and perforated to allow for maximum impact. The young blonde behind you has some concerns, however.

"That paddle, Jaques? Is it not a little harsh for a birthday spanking? It is intended to punish serious infringements, no?"

You shrug, weighing the hefty implement in your hand.

"How it's used is just as important as what it is and I can make it as casual or as intense as I like. However, why don't we call this the bumps for your eighteenth, rather than twenty-sixth? That way you'll be getting eight fewer swats."

"Very well, Jaques, if you are sure…" She doesn't sound very sure herself, so you'll just have be confident enough for both of you.

"Whilst wooden paddles are traditionally used for the bumps in some parts of the world, I don't think this sort of model is common, for the reason you mentioned, apart from anything else, so instead of replicating a real experience, let us do something completely different."

"Okay…"

"Lie on your back on the bed, with your legs over your head."

Léa gasps in surprise at this very revealing and humiliating position, but helps you clear the bed and then presents herself willingly enough. The posture you've chosen exposes her shapely and alluring body more fully that you've yet seen it, but you're looking forward to the spanking at least as much as the sex that will follow.

"Just count these off, Léa. No need to thank me for each one or anything like that."

"Yes, Jaques," she replies brightly, from between her knees, all hesitance seemingly banished for the moment.

You hold the end of the paddle about six inches above her bum and let gravity smack it relatively gently into the region where left buttock meets thigh. Léa grunts and her muscles ripple; despite not putting any real **** into it, the swat definitely hurt, although you don't think it was unduly taxing. The paddle's perforations are in the middle section, so the end, which you used, is inherently easier to bear than the sweet spot.

"One." You immediately repeat the blow on her right sit spot, eliciting a slight whimper and a count of "Two."

Another couple on the right leave Léa breathing heavily, then three more on the left bring her to the point of tears. When you move the paddle over to the right again, you notice the faint glistening of arousal between her lewdly exposed lips, but four more smacks in rapid succession to exactly the same spot, followed by five on the other side, result in a series of yelps and prove just a bit too hard for her amorous feelings to persist. Looking again, the signs of desire have dissipated, but you know you didn't imagine them and file the information away mentally for another time.

The lectrice's cheeks are looking quite red and a bit swollen, but not too bad, so far.

"You see, Léa, nothing to worry about, was there?"

"No, Jaques, it was quite manageable, but there were only sixteen. Not that I am asking for more!"

"Oh, I haven't forgotten. I just thought that as a contrast, the last two would be at a proper strength, to show you the difference."

"Well, alright," she begins, but you're already swinging the heavy paddle, this time using the middle of the board to impart a substantial blow.

Léa screams, barely preventing herself from clutching her bum for comfort, then blurts out the number seventeen, just in time for the other swat.

"Oh, oh, oh, eighteen, oh, oh, owww!"

"And one to grow on," you say, cheerfully, giving a much lighter smack sideways across both cheeks, which quiver delightfully. Now, Léa thanks you for the bumps and begs for the chance to tip you, the tears that had formed during the spanking finally starting to run down her flushed cheeks. Both cunt and arsehole are displayed invitingly, but you decide on a nice, relaxed blow job and take the blonde's place on the bed, although in a much less demanding position.

It's readily apparent that despite being several years older than most of the students at the university, she has considerably less experience of fellatio in general and deep throating in particular. Nevertheless, she learns quickly and is soon taking your whole length between her lips as smoothly and eagerly as you could wish. With the memory of recent events fresh in your mind to stimulate you, it shouldn't take long for her to finish the job, but she doesn't rush to the end, instead allowing you to savour the exquisite sensations at your leisure.

She works without complaint, glancing up at your face to make sure she's still on the right track and after a few minutes, she's rewarded with a gullet full of spunk and allows your now flaccid prick to slip from her mouth with a smile.

Léa tries to speak, gasps in shock, then holds her hand to her throat while she rasps out her thanks for the spanking and her hope that she satisfied you. You confirm that she did and reassure her that she'll be more or less back to normal in the morning. Since she's clearly going to find conversation difficult tonight, you invite the pretty blonde to your place tomorrow for dinner and the next set of belated birthday bumps. She obviously didn't find tonight's activities too unpleasant, because she agrees immediately, if rather hoarsely. After straightening your clothes, you leave the lectrice with a kiss on the cheek and make your way home.