She takes the middle ground

"I'm not really into the whole no strings thing, sorry. I already offered you a blow job, though, and I'm a woman of my word, so I'm not going to back out on that, if you want one. Just not interested in taking things further if you're with someone."

"I'll pass, thanks," Chris responds. "It's no fun if the girl's not into it." Unless it's a sex punishment, he thinks to himself. "How many lashes do you have left?"

"Fourteen, sir." Girls are not required to call their male colleagues sir, but it never hurts to be respectful. Subconsciously, Layla is trying to distance herself from the idea that she is romantically interested in the youth spanking her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir. You've given me thirty-six, not counting that last one that only hit one cheek."

"Oh, okay then."

The young man snaps the weighty tawse back down on her buttocks as lightly as he can. The black girl takes the remaining lashes stoically, although she is breathing heavily by the end.

"Okay, well done, you can get up now."

"Thank-you, sir," Layla replies, awkwardly manoeuvring herself off the table as her disciplinarian gives a little laugh.

"You know, I quite liked you calling me sir, but Chris is fine when I'm not spanking you."

"Oh, yes, of course, Chris. It's just automatic I suppose." The pretty student forces herself to smile at the classmate who holds an IOU for a deeply degrading ordeal and has just taken a strap to her rump.

"Yeah, I get it. Would you like to rub your bum?"

Rubbing without permission could get a girl in trouble. The worst Layla can recall is a friend of a friend who suffered double her original punishment when the woman thrashing her took exception. It would feel pretty good right now, though.

"Actually, yes, I would quite like that." She still waits for permission before starting.

"Just out of interest, would you trade a blow job for permission to rub?"

"Oh, I already said I would give you one, if you wanted."

Layla is about to sink to her knees out of a fear of seeming a prick tease, when Chris interrupts.

"No, I didn't mean for me!"

"Oh, you mean an IOU." She thinks for a moment, biting her lip pensively. "No, I don't need to rub that badly."

"Okay, but you can go ahead anyway. I was just interested to know whether you would take the offer."

"Uh, thanks." Layla does not pass up the chance, briefly massaging her cheeks with both hands, although inwardly, she cringes at doing this in front of a spectator. The sting from the strapping is soon extinguished, but she has no doubt that fifty lashes at full **** would have been all but unbearable. She knows that if she ever ends up in the bottom three again, she will have to agree to whatever it takes to persuade the boy assigned to spank her to go easy.

Chris watches his classmate squirm with a faint grin on his face, then holds the door for her to pass through after she has finished. The two students say goodbye and head to lunch.