No. You keep Cory and Annette’s secret.

“... I just couldn’t help myself.” You finish, breaking eye contact to stare at your feet. It’s not a lie, but it’s certainly not the whole truth.

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well…” he sits forward, “it seems like you need some discipline if you can’t keep yourself from fingering yourself in public.”

You blush red. “Yes sir.”

“Come here.” He beckons for you to come around to his side of the desk.

You follow his orders. He takes your hand and pulls you down so you’re bending over his lap. You feel a familiar sensation of a hand caressing your thighs. He slides his fingers between your legs and he finds his way up under your skirt to your dripping pussy.

“Whore.” He whispers it but you still hear. You blush harder. Is he wrong? You’re discovering a lot about yourself now that you’re eighteen and you might be. And you might be ok with that.

He begins rubbing your pussy through your panties. You shiver. You’re oversensitive from your two recent orgasms and the stimulation of his hand even through the fabric is enough to get you going again. He takes his hand away and flips your skirt up just like Mr. Edmonds did, exposing your ass. He rubs each cheek, admiring the butt you work hard to keep tight and round.

SMACK

You gasp as your principal begins spanking you. Each strike sends vibrations through your ass and deep inside your pussy. You’re ashamed, but you’re getting more and more turned on with each hit. You can feel your ass cheeks getting redder and redder as you endure your punishment. You can’t help but count internally, 10 then 20 then 30 strikes on each cheek. They’re burning by the time Mr. Fields stops his onslaught.

“Thank me.”

“What?” You’re lost in your little reverie, internalizing that you like being spanked.

“Thank me for disciplining you.”

“Thank you for disciplining me Mr. Fields.” You can’t make eye contact with him and luckily you’re still bent over his lap.

“No Lindsie, thank me properly.”