She has more to say. And something to show you

"Thank you Mr. Carter...and thank you for showing me...you and Dean Hawkfeather...showing me what a brat I was...I'm ever so sorry," she says softly, looking at you from under her eyelashes. She sways slightly as she speaks, her pleated skirt rippling against her toned thighs.

"So you said," you answer, not sure where she's going with this and not trusting her for a moment. "I'm glad that you learned a lesson, but it's more important that you modify your behaviour and don't involve yourself in further racially abusive incidents."

"I understand...and I won't...and I won't be so mean...as what I said about you either...I'm so sorry..." she says, her voice quavering, and tears starting to well in her eyes. "I wish I could make it up to you Mr. Carter...I really want to show you that I can be a...good girl..." She takes a step closer to you, her tearful eyes looking into yours.

"You've been punished Valerie. You've been punished and you say you've learned a lesson. That's the start of being a good girl."

"You were right to punish me....you and the Dean...paddle me when I was bad..." she murmurs, unclasping her hands and letting her fingers play with the hem of her skirt. You notice that it seems shorter than it did earlier in the day, and you suspect she's rolled it up to show off more of her tender thighs. "You made me...understand...what a brat I was...how badly I behaved...but...but...I'm worried Mr. Carter...scared that the bad girl inside me...that I'm trying to stop...scared she'll act up again..."

"Well, you need to keep that part of yourself under control. You've seen what happens when you don't. I don't think you want to be paddled again, do you? Remember that the Dean only put your punishment in abeyance. You could have more if you misbehave."

She gives a little shudder, biting her lip as she plays with her skirt. "I know...and I'm scared...scared of being a bad girl...It hurt so much...bending over the desk...with you and the Dean seeing my...my bare bottom...with my panties down...spanking me...making me feel how bad I'd been..." her voice has taken on a husky tone and she leans forward, putting her hands on your desk, her eyes taking on a look of wanton invitation.

"Is that why you called me 'Daddy'?" you ask softly, seeing her tremble.

"Yes...It was like you were my Daddy...teaching me....teaching me to behave...making me learn to be a good girl...I've been so bad...so very bad...and I want to be so good....so good for you...so very good..." she murmurs, bending over further and pulling her skirt up over her ass. "Help me be a good girl Daddy..." she whispers throatily, looking at you with eyes full of need.