Rose stands up to discipline

You quickly describe the events from Chanel screaming to you returning to your office and finding Rose offering to take the punishment for both of them. Diana listens carefully, her face showing no expression, but her eyes flickering occasionally to Rose.

"So Miss Newton. You are proposing to take the punishment designated in the Code of Conduct for possession of contraband, not just for yourself but for Miss Vallon. Am I correct?"

"Yes ma'am. Chanel has had a terrible shock and I'd like to spare her from more. She's my best friend, and it's as much my fault about the liquor as hers."

"And you already have your panties off because?"

"I wanted to get it over with. I was willing to waive my right to you being here. But Dean Hawkfeather insisted you be here to witness."

"I see," Diana says with a glance at you. "And the penalty for possession of contraband is four strokes of the paddle, which if you're taking the punishment for you and Chanel is eight. Are you resolute in your offer to take both punishments Miss Newton."

"Absolutely certain Ms. Naylor."

"Very well. You may continue Dean Hawkfeather." Diana nods at you and steps back, folding her arms across her chest.

With a slight smile, Rose turns and bends over your desk, pulling her skirt up to expose her pretty rump. She bites her lips and looks back at you as you pick up the paddle and approach her. You see her body tense and her eyes glitter as she widens her stance slightly, further exposing her labia.

Glancing at Diana, you see her shrug slightly and nod at Rose's supine body. You step closer and raise the paddle, seeing the girl take a deep breath to steady herself.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she gasps as the blow falls on her exposed cheeks, leaving a crimson mark on her pale flesh. Her hands grab the edge of your desk and she raises her rump as she looks back at you with glittering eyes.

"Unnnnnnnnhhhhhh!" she groans, arching her back as the paddle falls for the second time. Her breathing has deepened, her nostrils flaring, as she clamps her lips together. She squirms slightly, her eyes glaring.

"Unnnnnnhhhhhh!" her voice is guttural and wet as she moans at the third blow, her ass squirming as she tries to wriggle the sting out of her flesh. She's panting, her lips shining with saliva. She suddenly shoves the panties she has clutched in one fist into her own mouth gagging herself as you smack her again with the paddle.

"Mmmmmmmmmghhhh!" she whines through the gag, clutching at the desk and squirming. You glance at Diana, who simply nods at you to continue.

"Mmmmmmmgggggghhhhh!" Rose whimpers, her body arching with the blow as she parts her thighs a little wider. You scent the aroma of her nectar, which is flowing freely, glazing her upper thighs. She's panting, her nostrils flaring, her body quivering as her eyes glitter with excitement.

"Mmmmmmmmgggghhhhh!" she starts to rock against your desk, raising her spanked rump higher for you, grunting into the gag of her panties.

"Mmmmmmggghhh!" she grunts deeply, her back arching as she grinds against your desk, her breath rasping through her nostrils as her eyes glaze with orgasmic need.

"Mmmmmmmgggghhhhh!" she groans into the gag, her body quivering as she raises herself onto her toes, her back arching as she slaps at the desk as she shudders and trembles.

You glance at Diana, and see her face flushed, her breathing deepening, her crossed arms pressing on her breasts as she watches Rose panting on the desk.

"You're done Miss Newton," you say, taking her arm and helping her to stand.

"Oh my," she gasps, pulling the panties out of her mouth as she gasps for breath. "Oh my!" She rubs her reddened ass, looking at you with smouldering eyes as her breast heaves with effort.

"Very brave of you Miss Newton," Diana murmurs. "Taking the punishment for your friend. You may go now."

"Thank you," the girl gasps. "Yes. Thank you both. Thank you Dean." She looks at the soaked panties she still holds in her hand, then looks at you with the same smouldering eyes. "Keep these for your collection Dean Hawkfeather," she murmurs, dropping them on your desk before sauntering to the door, rubbing her buttocks as she goes.