Oh, a spanking, a spanking!

Becky purses her lips and absentmindedly begins to gently run her nails up and down your back as she thinks. The delicate sensation, combined with your nervous anticipation, makes you break out in goose bumps and you feel your breath quicken. Suddenly you see a gleam her in her eyes as she looks at you with a mischievous grin. “Tell me Jane,” she asks as she runs her fingernails along the waistband of your shorts, “when was the last time you got a good spanking?”

Your eyes go wide in shock and disbelief. “You can’t ….Becky you wouldn’t I’m your teac… ouch!” Your panicked protest is cut short as Becky swats you across the ass. It’s not very hard but the sudden sharp sting is enough of a shock to silence you.

“You’re… just… a… little… cheer… slut… fuck… toy”, Becky says punctuating each word with a smack on the ass switching back and forth between cheeks. Once again there is just enough **** behind the swats to make them sting a little, while they don’t really hurt that much it’s still humiliating to be punished like a disobedient child by one of your students. Yet despite the humiliation you can’t deny that on some level you’re enjoying this. “As far as what I can and can’t do, well that’s really not your call anymore now is it?”

"No Mistress Becky", you answer in a meek voice. "I'm sorry; I promise I'll be good."

"That's better", she says rubbing the small of your back. "Now, I want you to count out each stroke and after each one say 'thank you mistress' do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress", you answer nodding your head.

"Good girl" she says as she starts to gently rub the palm of her hand on your left ass cheek. You have just a moment to enjoy the sensation before she pulls her hand back and delivers a quick smack catching you off guard making you yelp.

Remembering her instructions you quickly count, "One, thank you mistress."

Becky giggles while stroking your right ass cheek, "Looks like my little cheer slut is a quick learner, and such a firm little ass. It barely jiggled."

You feel your face flush at this as Becky delivers a swift crack to the right cheek. "Two, thank you mistress." you count.

As Becky continues in this fashion alternating between cheeks, odds on the left evens on the right gently rubbing each one before delivering a swat, you realize that much to your surprise that with each smack you’re getting more and more turned on. The slight stinging sensation of your ass is accompanied by a warm tingling sensation in your pussy that increases with each swat. You can’t help but moan and squirm in anticipation between blows, your hardening nipples rubbing on the soft couch fabric further intensifying your arousal, so that after twenty swats, ten for each cheek, you are trembling with desire.

“That’s my good little cheer slut”, Becky purrs in your ear as she gently strokes your ass. “You didn’t lose count once, I’m proud of you. Tell me did you like having your mistress spank your tight little bum?”

You feel your checks burn and bite your bottom lip not trusting your voice.

Becky giggles into your ear her warm breath making you shudder. “Aw, you look so cute when you blush. I wonder, do you think your other cheeks are the same pretty shade of pink? Let’s find out.”

You look over your shoulder and watch as she kisses her way down your back, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she reaches the small of your back she runs her nails up the back of your legs, across your still stinging ass and toss her head and flashes you a wicked smile.

“Why Jane,” she says in a mocking tone, “the crotch of your shorts appears to be damp. Now why would that be?”

You feel your face burn a brighter shade of pink. You had known that on some level you had been enjoying this, but to have soaked through your panties and dampened the crotch of your shorts! “Why?” you think to yourself. “Why am I letting this girl have her way with me, and why does it fell so good?”

As these thoughts run through your head you watch helplessly as Becky first tugs your shorts down to just below your ass cheeks. She takes a moment to enjoy the sight before commenting. “Boy shorts? Looks like Mandy wins again, I swear that girls like some sort of panty psychic or something. Personally I had my money on bikini cut.”

You blink in surprise. “Did she just say… were they betting on what type of underware…” your mind reels

Seeing your expression Becky laughs, “That’s right Jane, we’ve been sizing you up since day one. We even have a bet on weather the carpet matches the drapes. Of course unless I missed something I’m not going to find out today, am I?”

“No Mistress” you answer. You had started waxing for swimming not wanting even the slightest bit of hair to add time, but had found that even in the off season you preferred to keep your pussy bare, it had felt just a bit naughty and given you a secret thrill.

 Becky then pulls your panties down to join your shorts bunched just below your ass.  As they slide down the crotch clings to your soaking wet pussy, and when they peel away the feeling of the cool air against your sex makes you shudder and moan as the cool air caress your sex.

“Oh look these checks are a pretty shade of pink too.” Becky teases. “Now smile pretty for the camera Jane”, she says as she clicks off a few shots with her cell phone. “I can’t wait to send these to the rest of the squad.”

The thought off Becky sharing these pictures with the others both frightens and excites you. Once she does you’ll not only be subject to her every whim but any of the others would be able to use them as leverage to control you. Basically you would be reduced to a plaything for the entire squad. Yet somehow, instead of feeling ashamed, the thought makes you tingle in anticipation.

A feeling of cool pressure against your still stinging rear breaks your train of thought. You watch as Becky uses her lipstick to write something on one of your ass cheeks, but you can’t tell what it is. When she’s finished she admires her handy work and then applies a coat to lips and plants a big kiss as well. She leans back and takes a picture, a big mischievous grin on her face.

“Oh, I just might have to make this one my Christmas card. What do you think?” She asks showing you the last picture. Written across your left check in flowing feminine script is “Becky was here”, and below that her lip print. The dark red lipstick standing out against the rosy red of your recently paddled rear. Your face visible in the background flushed the same shade as your ass.

“Now that we’ve got that settled should I do with you next?”