No... Phew

"I said not now, Cassie!" Nathalie says in a sharp, commanding voice.

The door stops opening. "What are you two doing in there? No don't tell me. I don't want to know. You're disgusting! Keep the bloody hairbrush, I don't want it back!"

The door slams shut and Cassie's footsteps disappear back down the hall.

"That was close," Nathalie says good naturedly. "I think she has a rough idea what we're doing though."

Smack!

"Ow! Twenty two. Thank you, Miss Chapman."

She rubs his ass again vigorously. "Oooh, look at those little capillaries opening up!" She breathes. "Look how sensitive you are!"

Smack!

"Fuck fuck fuck! That hurt!" Adam writhes on her lap.

"Say it."

Silence. Then: "Twenty three. Thank you Miss Chapman."

"Good girl." Nathalie grins, rubbing his ass. "Shame your sister couldn't see you dressed up like this. I'm sure she'd enjoy it. I bet you bully her!"

By the time Nathalie has got to forty, Adam is writhing and twisting on her lap with every blow. She finally pushes him off her lap. He falls to the floor and then stands and paces the room with a hand under the school dress clutching his poor, burning ass.

Nathalie smiles. "Well, I hope you learned something from this."

"We're not done yet," says Adam through gritted teeth. "I want a chance at **** before you slink off back to Chapman Hall!"

"Oh, my poor girl!" Nathalie laughs. "Look at you being so dramatic and ****." She reflects. "I guess I'm having fun. So what did you have in mind?"