Another compromise

You consider Grace's offer with interest, there is something about the way her ass wiggles that make you wonder if she is even getting off on the stimulation. Is that why she wants more? Mr. Hawkfeather pauses for a moment but his thoughts this time are well masked. Then he takes the paddle and steps back to the younger Mathewson girl's side, what looks initially like a denial of Grace's offer turns out to be another compromise.

"You can take two of hers." Hawkfeather decides and Sally moans softly as she once again settles with her elbows on the desk without any other protest.

"It will be OK, Miss Mathewson." The man seems to soften for the first time as he looks down at Sally's raised ass and licks his lips.

"Yes, Sir." Like you thought, the young girl's tears do affect Hawkfeather, and the two blows are not nearly as hard as the previous four. The spoiled brat still gives those little squeals of pain that softened the otherwise stoic administrator; all-in-all though, you have to admit that this man stuck up for you much more than any of your previous principals. Hawkfeather sends Sally to sit on the couch after she pulls her shorts up over the beet red ass. He tries to pass the paddle to you.

You turn to give him back the paddle just as he furtively tries to adjust the erection that is pressing awkwardly in his pant leg. You ignore his predicament, all to aware of the fact that your dick is in pretty much the same condition. Handing him the paddle you point to where Grace is rocking back and forth on the desk.

"These two are still yours Dean Hawkfeather. Please, be my guest." You watch the last two blows on the raised ass of the older Mathewson sister, the way Grace moans with each blow again makes you wonder if this wild-redhead wants to be disciplined like this, once again you almost hope that Grace acts up in your biology class so you can discipline her in the privacy of your room. Your fantasy of spanking her bare buttocks with your palm as she is draped across your lap is interrupted by Hawkfeather's dismissal of the two students.

"Girls, you may go." The sisters who walk awkwardly out of your office both rubbing the backs of their shorts without any shame. Good. It serves those vandals right. Just as you start to follow the pair out Mr. Hawkfeather stops you politely.

"Mr. Carter, a word if you please." Your heart sinks. You should have known that it wasn't going to be as simple as this.