A school teacher

"You are a very naughty boy," the woman says, and in an instant you are reminded of a fantasy you haven't had since your senior year in high school.

Images of Miss Scarlet, the sexy English teacher that made you not want to graduate, fill your mind. She had a scathing voice and always corrected the most insignificant of grammatical errors. Her figure, however, made it all worth it, young flowing curves under snug professional clothes.

And the skirts! Those short skirts over nylons that always made your heart race and your pants tight. You swear you saw lace stocking tops once. The thought made you want to crawl just for a better view.

In the past, you had imagined many private tutoring sessions, but today things are more public. Your fantasy has you in front of your class, bent over the teachers knee, humiliated as well as punished.

{If Naked=true}{else}"Pull your pants down," she says in real life and your fantasy. You clumsily obey; she adds "and your boxers" almost laughing with excitement. You slide your underwear down too and feel the cool air on your exposed butt. {endif}In your mind, your peers giggle and sneer at your misfortune. The blows continue, making your bare bottom sting. You shift and squirm from the pain, but know you deserve it (all those naughty thoughts you had in class). Further more, it sends tingles up your skin and hot blood to your penis.

After about a dozen disciplinary strikes you are shoved off her lap. You tumble to the floor and look up at her the images of Miss Scarlet in her pencil skirt and stockings still vivid in your mind. It's funny, Mistress Laura's pussy is completely on display, but all you can think about is Miss Scarlet's, the one denied to you. Was shaven or groomed? puffy or taut? Just what would you taste licking those lips?

Looking up at your current dominatrix the last of your fantasy fades from your mind, she is beautiful in her own way. "So," she says smiling down at you, "what shall we do with you now?"