She definitely feels it

At this time of the day, most of the smaller classrooms are unoccupied, so it does not take long for Chris to find a room and usher Layla inside, closing the door after them. There is a small glass panel in the door, but etiquette dictates that if a disciplinarian wants privacy, that should be respected.

Chris pulls out a chair and places it at the short end of one of the tables at which students sit and tells Layla to lie face down on the table, with her elbows on the seat of the chair. She complies, the position far from comfortable, but nowhere near as bad as it could have been. She wonders whether she should lift her skirt or lower her knickers, because although most punishments from staff are given over clothed flesh, students usually choose to bare their classmates. However, in this case, her assigned disciplinarian simply stands by her side and raises the tawse he took from the college stores.

Applying almost no **** beyond what gravity provides, he starts to slap her upturned buttocks rapidly, the wide tails of the strap covering nearly the whole of her small, pert buttocks with every lash. With fifty strokes to administer, he wants to get up a fair speed to finish the perfunctory punishment as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the speed means that soreness starts to build up in Layla's bottom, despite the gentleness of the individual blows. By the midpoint, it is getting decidedly uncomfortable and soon, she starts to squirm involuntarily.

"Whoa, there! Hold still. I don't want to miss and not give you a full stroke. It would be a bit silly to end up giving you extras after you negotiated a minimal punishment."

"I'm sorry," the black girl replies, embarrassed that despite being as experienced at spanking as any normal girl her age, this very light strapping is getting to her. "It won't happen again." She braces herself, determined to avoid getting a real punishment for failing to maintain her position.

Unfortunately, as soon as Chris resumes, the pain starts to build again and he seems to be going even quicker this time, as though he has somewhere to be. Layla struggles to remain completely still and tries to think of a way to get him to slow down. It would be churlish to ask for more consideration after he has been so lenient, not to mention technically against the rules to complain about a just and deserved punishment, but even though the number of lashes remaining is rapidly dwindling, she feels she needs to do something or risk a twitch that will see her in serious trouble.

Maybe because she was thinking of offering oral sex earlier, instead of the lavatory show, that is the first thing that enters her head. Without giving it any further thought, she blurts out her proposition.

"Would you like a blow job?"

Chris is so surprised, he stops in mid swing.

"What?"

"W-would you like a blow job?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking.

"Why?"

"Uh, to make you feel good," is Layla's confused reply.

"No, I mean, why do you want to do that?"

Layla hesitates, **** to admit that his very gentle strapping is almost too much for her. The brief silence lets the young man come to his own conclusions.

"Do you like me, Layla?"

"Oh, um, yeah, I mean, I barely know you…"

"But you'd like to?"

"Well, sure." The black girl is not particularly attracted to the young man, but he does not seem horrible and having him as a boyfriend is probably better that offending him and potentially making an enemy. Hopefully there will be no hard feelings if they break up soon. However, it turns out she may not have to worry about that.

"I already have a girlfriend."

"Oh, okay." Layla is far from disappointed. Her bottom is already cooling down and she feels ready to take the last few lashes. Getting turned down is the best thing that can happen, from her point of view.

"We're not exclusive, though." That is not so good. "She'd be fine with me getting a blowjob from a pretty classmate, but only if it was no strings attached. I don't know whether that means you're still interested."

Layla is racked with indecision. On the one hand, she really does not want to antagonize him now, when she is so close to freedom. On the other, he has given her the perfect excuse to change her mind and sucking a virtual stranger's dick is hardly something she is keen to do.