Late!

Class continued as it normally did, Ms. Peach seemingly not caring about the events of the day and conducting her lecture as such.

This however all changed when the slow creek of the door could be heard opening. Slowly a girl wearing a denim jacket over the schools standard uniform tried to sneak in quietly.

Three steps in the girl coward.

"Marissa! Your Late!"

Marissa quickly spun towards Ms. Peach with her hand held to her chest. "I know Ms. I'm sorry Ms."

"And since you were clearly trying to sneak into class I assume you don't have a Late Slip do you?"

Marissa bit her lip, swaying nervously from one flat to the next.

Luke know Marissa decently well, a fair looking cheerleader she had of course cheered him on at many of his games. She was also a ditsy girl! Putting the Dumb in Dumb Blond.

"Come to the front of the class now Marissa!" Ms. Peach's words were cold and harsh, making Marissa almost leap forward.

Luke felt himself grow antsy in his seat along with the rest of his classmates. Ms. Peach was very strict always demanding the following of Hierarchy, thus she was incharge in her classroom. So therefore all were to follow her law.

Marissa stood blushing standing at the front of the class. This wasn't the first time she'd been up here. In fact she had often found herself in regular attendance infront of the class, her nerves in anticipation causing to visibly rub her thighs together.

"Your familiar with the drill Marissa! Let's get a move on!" Marissa felt herself shuddered on the inside from Ms. Peach's ****.

As Marissa reach beneath her uniform skirt the heckles from her female compatriots began.

"Give us a show Maris!"

"Get those panties off baby!"

"Come on! These are the Boys last days of freedom you need to do better then that!"

As if routine Marissa pulled down her thong, stepped out of it, and presented it to Ms. Peach in one quick motion.

"Lovely shad of pink Marissa, it almost matches my skirt. Trying to get me to go easy on you?"

"No Ms."

"Then perhaps we shall make your cheeks match this colour that way no one will know that these are missing."

Marissa remained silent, and in one motion, turned and bent over the front desk.

Luke felt himself start to grow down there. Marissa's posture was well practiced, head up, back firmly arched, ass in the air ready, and sexy tanned thighs firmly clasped together. Then with absolute grace, Marissa reached back and grabbed the hem of her skirt.

This sight never got old, as slowly Marissa lifted her skirt.

"That's it!"

"Oh Fuck! She's already wet!"

"Ms. Peach your so Lucky to have her!"

"The Week just ain't right without getting to see that slutty ass bent!"

Marissa's beautifully golden ass, presenting itself ready to be abused was beyond erotic! Luke felt the strain of his full erection solidly against his pants. Many of the other boys in the class were smiling like him, captivated by the show.

But yet..... There were a fair few who were shifting uncomfortably in there seats now, a strained look on there face. A fix of pleasure and discomfort, unsure on how to feel.

Ms. Peach, sternly next to Marissa, placing a controlling hand down on the centre of the girls back, began rubbing the bare skin before her with the other. Marissa was well trained now, keeping a steady position to Ms. Peach's touch, no jumping, no squeaks, keeping her thighs tightly closed and her bottom relaxed.

Dignity in submission.

Ms. Peach took pride in herself, it was one thing to break and train men. They were naturally inclined to it. Wild beasts to be tamed.

But girls like Marissa?

There is only a limited amount of room at the top of the Hierarchy. Thus there must be those below to top and above the bottom as well. "Middle Management", so to speak...

They must be trained as well, cultivated. So long as you are not at the top, you must learn to except order. However, girls are not males!

They must be taught how to act Dignified.

How to keep it, even in Defeat!

And to show that no one is invincible.....

SLAP!

Marissa clenched her fist as the first blow bit into her. No matter what she couldn't show weakness, it would only make the other girls taunts worse.

SLAP!

Luke watched as Ms. Peach started spanking Marissa's cheeks at a solid rhythm.

The way her tanned skin started to blush pink, only made his blood flow more. Instinctively Luke felt himself leaning forward on his chair, trying to get a better view, and maybe....

A Glimpse between Marissa's legs.

This was nothing new to Marissa, she always seemed to make mistakes, and very quickly she felt herself get into the rhythm, rolling with each spank.

What felt natural to Marissa only put on a greater show for the rest of the class. Her toned ass swaying back and forth in the air as she shifted with from one foot to the other.

Ms. Peach worked away feeling the tightness of the girls ass with ever strike. Not once making a sound. Not once clenching her cheeks.

"Now Marissa, what do we usually get when one is late?" Ms. Peach increased the **** of her spanks as she teased the girl.

SLAP!

"The Paddle Ms."

SLAP!

"Good Girl! I think 20 should do don't you agree?"

"Oh Course Ms." Marissa groaned.

Ms. Peach ended her warm up with one more hard SLAP! Before retrieving her implement from her desk.

This time Ms. Peach selected one of her more smaller intimate wooden paddles. In quick succession she lined it up and brought it down on Marissa's behind.

CRACK!

Ms. Peach loved how it hugged one of Marissa's cheeks so nicely, and then without giving the girl a chance to breath brought it down on Marissa other cheek. As Ms. Peach did this snap fire Marissa kept up without needing a command.

CRACK!

"One Ms"

CRACK!

"Two Ms"

CRACK!

"Five Ms"

CRACK!

"Thirteen Ms"

CRACK!

"Fifteen Ms"

CRACK!

"Twenty Ms!"