Another paddling, and a seduction.

"Kyle?" Diana says with uncharacteristic awkwardness. "It's not just me, she really was getting off on that, right? She wasn't pretending? She was affected like Valerie, only moreso?"

"No Diana. You're not imagining things."

"I get it." Diana's voice is a half octave lower than usual and her breathy tone is far sexier than anything you are comfortable with. "A muscular, dominant man standing over their exposed privates, it's hard not to get sexually excited."

"Maybe we should rethink -"

"No." Diana cuts you off before you can even finish the thought. "It's too late for that now, but there is something I think I need you to do. That's two girls who have been aroused by being paddled. If I'm going to be responsible for it, I'm going to try to understand what they're going through." She looks at you, then glances away, a pretty flush on her cheeks and throat. She unzips her skirt and steps out of it, laying on top of her jacket. You swallow at the sight of her toned legs encased in stockings and then absolutely gulp when she peels down a pair of gauzy black panties and holds them in her hand before looking at you.

"I want you to paddle me again, Dean Hawkfeather," she says with a breathy catch in her voice as she puts her hands on your desk and bends over. "Eight strokes."

"Diana..." you say, finally finding your voice, your eyes drawn to her round white rump, raised for punishment. "We already did this...earlier. There's no need..."

"I'm quite serious," she interrupts you, looking back. "I was never paddled when I was a student, and the least I can do is...experience it. Eight strokes, Dean Hawkfeather. I'm ready...whenever you are."

Her eyes are smoking and her face is flushed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathes. If she's trying to seduce you, it's not only the unusual technique you've ever experienced, but it's working. Your cock is throbbing in your pants.You think to protest again, but it's clear that she's determined on this course of action. With a little shake of your head you step forward and raise the paddle.

"Owwwwwww!" Diana gasps as the first hard blow lands on her pert round ass, the red marks leaving no doubt that you used sufficient force. She glares back at you, biting her lip and nodding then gasps again as the second blow falls.

She wiggles, spreading her feet slightly as if to ease the sting, then gasps sharply as you whack her a third time. This time the gasp is followed by a deep groan, quickly suppressed, and she stares at you, her dark eyes are burning with sultry fire. Her cheeks are flushed and the scent of sex is filling your office.

"Fuck that hurts!" Diana moans when the fourth blow lands. She looks nothing like the severe in-control school administrator that you have come to know. Her arms have spread to the side and she is grinding her breasts into the desk top while her ass lifts even higher as she rises to her tiptoes. Her head thrashes, her tightly bound hair starting to pull free, and there's a liquid needy tone in her voice.

Suddenly, just as Rose Newton did, she gags herself with her own panties, stuffing them into her mouth to muffle her cries as you smack the paddle against her reddening rump. She grinds and bucks with each blow, her eyes wide as she makes a high keening noise into her gag. Her face is sheened with moisture, and your can see her eyes welling with tears. You want to stop, but you give her the last few blows, not letting up as she whimpers into the gag, her hands grabbing the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with strain. When you deliver the last blow you lay the paddle down and touch her shoulder feeling her quivering and panting.

"That's eight Diana. That's all of them." She looks up at you, her eyes wide, tears streaking her cheeks, a wisp of black fabric protruding from her mouth. She pulls her panties out, clenching them in one fist as she pants, still laying flat on your desk. Your cock is raging in your pants, and you feel conflicted, on the one hand immensely excited, and on the other immensely guilty for punishing her, even though she demanded it.

"You were very brave," you say softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. She turns her face quickly, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, the sensation making your cock pulse with need.

"If you....if you don't....don't take me...right now....right this minute....you'll regret it forever...." she pants her eyes full of heat and wanton invitation.