Paddle her hard and fast

You pride yourself on not letting others get under your skin. You'd be a lousy non-com if you let yourself be manipulated by taunts and challenges to your manliness. However, there is something about Miss Naylor that cuts through your tough exterior like a 7.62 full metal jacket. The way her dark eyes are burning with a sultry fire is not helping one bit.

Diana may have rationalized this paddling as a necessary experience for her to do her job correctly, but you don't believe any of it. Not after her reaction to watching Miss Newton's nearly orgasmic response to her punishment. Even now, after only two half-hearted blows, Diana's cheeks are flushed and the scent of sex is filling your office.

"Go ahead Mr. Hawkfeather, do it." Diana lowers her body even more so her forearms rest on the polished wood of the desk and her perfect ass is now the highest point of her body. "I'm ready." Her upraised bottom is as smooth and firm as any of the students whom you've seen in this position and the effect is undeniable. The weight of Mrs. Marshal's dreaded paddle hung from your hand as you try to ignore the voice in your head that tells you that this is a big mistake.

Your irritation at Rose Newton's heavy-handed attempt at manipulation kept your libido in check during that paddling, but especially after how Diana belittled your earlier blows, nothing can keep the eroticism of this moment from swelling your cock. You wonder what this proud administrator would do if instead of paddling her pretty ass you just took up a position behind her and rammed your cock into her sex?

Not knowing the reason for your hesitation, Diana urges you on with a throaty groan that sounds nothing like her usual precise diction. Thankfully, Diana turns away from you and you have a quick moment to readjust the uncomfortable bulge in your khakis before turning your attention to the task at hand. With a grim nod, you decide to show Miss Naylor not to test your resolve!

"Aaiigghh." Diana's exclamation of pain and surprise fills the office and you see her wiggle as two red circles appear one on each pale cheek. Unlike the first two blows, you hit her ass even harder than you paddled Miss Newton. Deciding that your best chance to get through this without doing something truly stupid is to set steady pace and stick to it. By the forth blow as her head thrashes, her tightly bound hair is starting to pull free, and Diana's sharp cries of pain take on a needy tone.

You have to fight the urge to run the smooth wood of the paddle along Diana's pale thighs where her white flesh meets the lacey elastic of her dark stockings. If you rotated the paddle there it would force her thighs open even further exposing her puffy labia that were only partially visible now. The next blow is even harder, and you decide to let out some of the frustration you've been dealing with on Miss Naylor's rocking ass.

"Fuck that hurts!" Diana 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 and her ass lifts even higher as she rises to her tiptoes. The last three blows come fast and hard and you refuse to let the tears on her face keep you from finishing what you started.

Finished, you step away breathing hard and tingling all over. In an attempt to regain some control. you set Diana's dark woolen skirt on the desk next to where Diana is still rocking slowly.

"Is that what you needed, Diana?" Your voice sounds angry even to your ears and you try to soften the tone, "I shouldn't have hit you that hard, but you asked for it." Diana silently slipped from the desk, without meeting your gaze, she pulls up her skirt with a fierce pride that looks much like the Miss Naylor you first met upon your arrival.

"Don't be concerned on my behalf, Mr. Hawkfeather." She pulls her jacket shut tightly hiding the silk blouse and soft mounds with their hard-peaked nubs from your hungry gaze. "You did exactly what I told you to do." Apparently, you are no longer on first name basis with Miss Naylor.

As she moves to the door, once again that little voice reminds you. This was a mistake. This was fucking huge mistake! If you let her out the door now, it will remain a mistake, but if you stop her, it could turn into a total disaster.