Yes, but Paul will be the one to deal with her

Betty watched but she wanted to have her share too. Boldly she exclaimed, �You can’t do that to her. It isn’t fair.� Everyone turned to look at her.

Mr. Rushmore stared at her. He knew what was going on. �Paul,� he said, �Since I am dealing with Jennifer and, you might say, my lap is full, would you please take care of Betty?� He hesitated a moment and then added, �And the rest of you boys might as well introduce the girls to what the experience is like.�

Betty witnessed the mass scramble as the room divided. The chosen were led back to desks in the back, so they thought they could get away with more than just a spanking if they wanted to. The few girls that were left over huddled in the corner with each other.

Mr. Rushmore had an idea that might just work. He had meant for the entire class to be spanked or do the spanking. He didn’t plan on anyone missing out. He didn’t want to single anyone out but was going to make an indirect statement that would be directed at them.

�Anyone who is not picked for the boy/girl match up may pair with whoever is left. And by may I mean will.� He didn’t leave much room for choice. The few that weren’t chosen formed into two pairs. Mr. Rushmore once again had an idea. He pointed his finger at the two double girls groups and motioned for them to come to his desk. �All of you will be spanked but you will have the privilege of giving a spanking. I want each of you to spank your partner and, once you have completed that, I want you to switch places and give the spanked a chance to get their revenge. Now this only applies to you two groups, no one else.�

Betty watched as the two groups walked back to their corner, deciding who would go first. She was drawn back to Paul with a quick smack on her bottom. He had meant to regain her attention since she had seemed to wonder off.

�Sorry.� She saw he was already lying down in position. She had laid herself across his lap. She was more aroused by this spanking than she had ever been in her life. The idea of someone her own age behind the wheel just thrilled her. She braced herself and waited for his first move.

Jennifer really didn’t know what was going on with the rest of the class. She apparently hadn’t heard Mr. Rushmore’s mass spanking order. She was too caught up in her own events. She was still over his lap but was looking around the room. Half the faces were faces of pain and joy. More pain than joy for it was there first time and most of them, more than likely, had never been spanked in their life.

There was a mad scramble and then all of the girls in the class found themselves over male laps. The few girls who were not chosen were mortified. Tears streamed down their cheeks. They, too, longed to find themselves over a male lap, having their bottoms smacked. None of them really understood why. They just knew something in them had been awakened and they all wanted to fit in with the group even as they were simultaneously horrified and embarrassed to death.

As Jennifer looked across the room, her eyes landed squarely on Paul and the bouncing package in his lap. She felt a strong rush of jealousy, seeing Betty across his lap. She felt that was not her place to be there. She felt betrayed. She knew Paul was doing what he was supposed to do but that didn’t help anything.

She felt as if it should be her over Paul’s lap, not Betty. With all of her emotions mixing, she felt herself start to cry. She wiped the tears away, to keep anyone from seeing. She turned her head away from Paul. She felt as if her heart had broken.

Paul saw Jennifer start to cry again and knew what she was feeling. A surge of anger went though him as he tried to decide what to do about it.

�Jennifer,� he called. �Come over here.�

Jennifer looked startled but obediently came over.

Paul looked at her intently. �Do you belong to me?�

She nodded.

�Then just stay here, you’re next.�

Paul turned his attention to the girl who was over his lap. Just as he had seen Mr. Rushmore do, he began by rubbing the girl’s bottom. He was immensely gratified by her low moan. Then he smacked her sharply.

She jerked and said, �Ow!�

The reaction delighted Paul. Experimentally, he smacked her again a couple of times. Then, once again copying his teacher, he began to rub her bottom. He saw Jennifer watching him intently, not sure how she was taking all this. Then he returned to his task of spanking Betty. He began a slow but steady rhythm of slaps but didn’t go too long without stopping and rubbing her now pink bottom. He glanced up again at Jennifer.

As Paul was spanking Betty, Jennifer was trying to think of new ways to try and please Paul. She was happy he had taken notice of her and was glad he had called her to be by his side. Then the same idea came that had crossed her mind already once this morning but she hadn’t really considered it.

She knew Paul liked to give spankings but wondered if he would enjoy watching one. She knew she wouldn’t be good at it but figured she had enough first-hand experience to do it if Paul was interested.

Jennifer looked down at Betty who really seemed to be enjoying herself. She lowered herself close to Paul’s ear so only he could hear her and, maybe Betty, if she tried hard enough to listen. �Do you want me to try Master?� She knew he had told her only to call him that in private but knew no one was around who could really hear.

Paul paused in his spanking of Betty and thought about it for a few seconds. He decided that he loved the idea but he wanted to finish first himself. �Yes,� he said, �that would be great. Let me do a little more and then it’s your turn.�

Betty heard and turned back frantically. �NO!� she cried.

�You have nothing to say about it,� Paul told her. He glanced around the room and saw that everyone was either spanking or being spanked. His cock was hard and he wanted a release himself. He wondered if he could get Betty to squirm enough on his lap to get him to cum. He decided to try. He picked up both the pace and the strength of the smacks he was giving to her bottom. His hand was starting to hurt but he didn’t care anymore.

Betty didn’t understand it at all but she was enjoying this. She just didn’t want to be spanked by anyone else, just Paul. She liked the idea that she had taken Paul away from Jennifer even if it was only for a few minutes. Then he started to spank her much harder and faster and all she wanted to do was get away. It was too hard. She started to cry and kick and squirm but Paul was holding her too tightly. Then something happened. The pain started to become an intense sensation that was building her desire. She was already aroused and she knew if he kept this up, she was going to cum just as Jennifer had but she no longer cared.

Betty began making gurgling gasps and cries as Paul began to reach his own climax. The spasms and hip thrusting for them both came at the same time as each of them was wracked by spasms of pleasure. Paul stopped spanking as their breathing returned to normal but Betty wanted more. She continued to squirm over his lap, frustrated that she couldn’t have another one. Paul gave her an annoyed smack and told her to stand up.

Crossly, Betty did as she was told and then threw her arms around Paul, ignoring Jennifer. Paul pushed her back and said, �You aren’t done yet. Jennifer is going to spank you.�

�NO!� Betty said again. �She can’t do that.�

�Oh yes she can. I said so,� Paul ordered.

Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the class.

Betty stamped her foot, in frustration, making her large breasts jiggle enticingly.

Most of the class started to dress as quickly as they could.