She has to be spanked first

�You will come over my knee right now and receive another spanking.�

�Mr. Rushmore, I don’t think I can hold it that long.�

�You better. Wet my floor and we will both be having some problems to deal with.� He patted his knee for her to come over.

She knew if this spanking did anything to her like the last one did, she was going to explode.

The teacher took the naked girl over his lap. Paul watched closely, riveted on the scene. Mr. Rushmore knew how aroused the girl was. He adjusted her a bit higher on his lap. The whip dance had come to an end as everyone focused on the spanking about to begin. Jennifer, to her surprise and confusion, was upset that she was no longer the focus of attention.

Mr. Rushmore began by gently rubbing Jennifer’s sensitive ass. She whimpered because it was further adding to her arousal. Boldly, the teacher put his hand between her legs, pushing her right leg out to separate them. In doing so, he brushed against her already wet pussy. Jennifer managed to suppress a moan. He raised his hand and slapped it smartly against one cheek. She braced herself but the teacher went back to rubbing her gently. This made it worse. She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

Jennifer tried to put herself somewhere else. She couldn’t go on like this and she didn’t know any way out of it. She held her breath and tried to picture herself in her room, by herself, laying on her bed. It didn’t work, the feelings were too strong for her to ignore them. What made it worst was the mixture of pain and pleasure.

She played it over in her mind. She knew it would be so much easier if he just did one or the other. If he spanked her she would feel the pain and be done with it but what he was doing was making her feel both the pain and the pleasure of the situation.

She could no longer really tell the difference between him rubbing her or him hitting her. She had fallen so deeply into it that the feelings were running together, just giving her one steady stream of pleasure rather than jolts of both.

Mr. Rushmore continue to carefully and delicately mix pain and pleasure, hoping that they would run together and the girl would lose the ability to discern the difference. He knew this would not only intensify the experience for her but would very likely be so addictive that it would carry over for Paul as well. After all, he was a teacher and his job was to help his students grow.

She had to find a way to calm herself down. She knew deep down there wasn’t a way but her conscious mind had to find a way. With one last smack from his hand, Jennifer grabbed onto his leg. She held on as tightly as she could, not caring if it was uncomfortable for him or not.

The teacher felt her suddenly grip his leg with a tremendous strength. It hurt and in retaliation, he smacked her even harder, trying to make her let go.

After several deep, short, breaths she gave in. It was not as powerful as the one Paul had given her that morning but was a rival nonetheless. She had learned from her earlier mistake and knew this time not to fail in her job. Between breaths she called out what everyone already knew to be true. �I’m cumming.�

Mr. Rushmore heard her announce her climax. He had been hoping she would forget but she remembered just in time. As she relaxed her grip on his leg, he gave her a few final, lighter swats.

The teacher kept her over his lap for a few moments, letting her breathing slow and then he helped her up. When she rose, he saw that his pants were now soaked with her fluids.

She didn’t know if Mr. Rushmore considered that wetting his floor but thought it�couldn’t hurt to offer an apology to him. �I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I mean I had to.

She was surprised. She couldn’t really remember a spanking from a teacher that didn’t leave her in tears, this one just made her ready for the rest of the day. It restored her energy.