Diana has a request

"Kyle?" Diana says with uncharacteristic awkwardness. "It's not just me, she really was getting off on that, right? She wasn't pretending?"

"No Diana. You're not imagining things."

"I get it." Diana's voice is a half octave lower than usual and her breathy tone is far sexier than anything you are comfortable with. "A muscular, dominant man standing over their exposed privates, it's hard not to get sexually excited."

"Maybe we should rethink -"

"No." Diana cuts you off before you can even finish the thought. "It's too late for that now, but there is something I think I need you to do."

As she speaks, Diana slips off her suit jacket, folds it neatly and drapes it over a chair.

"If I'm going to be responsible for these girls getting their asses paddled, the least I can do is know what they're experiencing." She looks at you, then glances away, a pretty flush on her cheeks and throat. She unzips her skirt and steps out of it, laying on top of her jacket. You swallow at the sight of her toned legs encased in stockings and then absolutely gulp when she peels down a pair of gauzy black panties and holds them in her hand before looking at you.

"I want you to paddle me, Dean Hawkfeather," she says with a breathy catch in her voice as she puts her hands on your desk and bends over. "Eight strokes."

"Diana..." you say, finally finding your voice, your eyes drawn to her round white rump, raised for punishment.

"I'm quite serious," she interrupts you, looking back. "I was never paddled when I was a student, and the least I can do is...experience it. Eight strokes, Dean Hawkfeather. I'm ready...whenever you are."

Her eyes are smoking and her face is flushed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathes. You think to protest again, but it's clear that she's determined on this course of action. With a little shake of your head you step forward and raise the paddle.

"Mmmf!" Diana grunts softly as you whack her pretty rump with the paddle. You use half as much **** as you did on Rose Newton, not wanting to hurt this woman you have growing and protective feelings for. Besides, you're uncomfortable with the whole situation, half aroused by the headmistress bent submissively over your desk, half appalled by the idea of paddling her. She looks back at you, the beginning of a frown on her pretty face as you raise the paddle for another blow.

"Mmmf! Wait, that's not what I want!" she snaps, standing up and turning to face you, fists on her hips. "I want every smack just as hard as you gave that serpent Rose Newton a few minutes ago. Don't you dare make a mockery of this Mister! Don't you dare patronise me! So if you have any strength in those big strong arms, and aren't all worn out paddling schoolgirls, why don't you show me what you can do Marine?"

She turns and bends over your desk again, her eyes glaring at you. "I have eight blows coming. And I want them all. Now do your job!"

Taken aback at her vehemence and stung by her taunting, you step forward and raise the paddle again.

"Owwwwwww!" Diana gasps as the first hard blow lands on her pert round ass, the red marks leaving no doubt that you used sufficient ****. She glares back at you, biting her lip and nodding then gasps again as the second blow falls.

She wiggles, spreading her feet slightly as if to ease the sting, then gasps sharply as you whack her a third time. This time the gasp is followed by a deep groan, quickly suppressed, and she stares at you, her dark eyes are burning with sultry fire. She 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 orgasmic reaction to her punishment. Even now, Diana's cheeks are flushed and the scent of sex is filling your office.

"Fuck that hurts!" Diana moans when the fourth blow lands. She 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 while her ass lifts even higher as she rises to her tiptoes. Her head thrashes, her tightly bound hair starting to pull free, and there's a liquid needy tone in her voice.

Suddenly, just as Rose Newton did, she gags herself with her own panties, stuffing them into her mouth to muffle her cries as you smack the paddle against her reddening rump. She grinds and bucks with each blow, her eyes wide as she makes a high keening noise into her gag. Her face is sheened with moisture, and your can see her eyes welling with tears. You want to stop, but you give her the last few blows, not letting up as she whimpers into the gag, her hands grabbing the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with strain. When you deliver the last blow you lay the paddle down and touch her shoulder feeling her quivering and panting.

"That's eight Diana. That's all of them." She looks up at you, her eyes wide, tears streaking her cheeks, a wisp of black fabric protruding from her mouth. She pulls her panties out, clenching them in one fist as she pants, still laying flat on your desk. Your cock is raging in your pants, and you feel conflicted, on the one hand immensely excited, and on the other immensely guilty for punishing her, even though she demanded it.

"You were very brave," you say softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. She turns her face quickly, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, the sensation making your cock pulse with need.

"If you....if you don't....don't take me...right now....right this minute....you'll regret it forever...." she pants her eyes full of heat and wanton invitation.