Wait for Loredana in your room

You head to your room with a smile on your face, jovially greeting everyone you pass. Once there, you wile away the time going through your emails, preparing your lecture notes for tomorrow, reviewing your students' transcripts and half a dozen other little jobs that you just haven't made the time for until now. Before you know it, a tentative knock on the door informs you of your guest's arrival and you get up to let her in personally.

The vocal coach is looking ravishing and you take her in your arms and kiss her passionately in lieu of a greeting, her curvaceous body grinding against you and her thigh pressing upon your manhood. She closes the door with one hand whilst continuing the kiss, her eyes closed in smouldering lust, but you have business to resolve before the erotic portion of your tryst, so eventually your tongues part and you ask the redhead what she needs from you today.

"Well, Jack," she begins, breathily. "Some of my old college friends were in town at the weekend and we went out together for old times' sake. We had a little to drink and became quite uninhibited and I'm afraid I used quite a lot of bad language. We all did, I mean and I was just fitting in with the tone of the group, but we're not worrying about what other people did, are we?"

"No, Loredana, you're quite right to have come to me. Did you disturb anyone with your swearing?"

"Oh, no, Jack. It was after we'd come back to my place that we let loose. It was like we were all back in our digs at uni again and to be honest, coming to a fellow's room for a thrashing takes me back, too."

You think for a moment, then say that you'll have to do something about her foul mouth, but first a spanking.

"Wash it out with soap and water, Jack?" Loredana asks with an endearing grin while she disrobes for you.

"I had something else in mind," you reply, cryptically, then you select a small hairbrush-sized wooden paddle and sit in your chair, gesturing for her to lie across your lap. She stretches over easily and you rest the paddle on her rounded rump.

"Please may I be spanked for using bad language, Jack," she pleads, prettily.

"You may, Loredana. Five quick smacks; thank me at the end."

Actions follow the words. Five times in rapid succession, you raise your arm and crack the unyielding wood onto the sit spot of the Italianate beauty's left buttock, raising a livid weal the shape of a squash ball cut in half. Your companion yowls pitifully, body tensing under the brief, but intense onslaught, sobbing with pain.

"Thank-you, Jack," she whimpers tearfully, exciting you with how much suffering you can inflict with such a brief chastisement. It will remind her of her error every time she sits down for quite a few days. Still, there's another half to the punishment still to go, so you order her to kneel before you with her mouth open. She complies, tongue extended, in the position usually reserved for pleasuring you orally, but today something else is planned.