That Poor Girl

However Luke hadden't been the only person who was out, and as the classroom door opened Grace came in, with puffy red eyes and a defeated look about her.

"Where have you to been?!" The strict voice of Ms. Peach frooze Grace in her tracks as it directed the attention of the whole class on the poor girl.

Grace stammered clearly still shaken and no prepared for a public interrogation.

"I- I-"

"You you Grace! No! I asked where have you been!"

"The bathroom Ms..." Grace looked wounded saying those words, however her Teach seemed the least bit interested in her student's excuses.

"Grace! Do you know how late you are?!" Ms. Peach crossed her arms delivering a stern look. "You have clearly overused the bathroom break I so graciously gave you! So seeing as you did not see yourselves fit to be with us here for most of class, I believe it best you entertain us for the rest of it!"

The women's small stature ment nothing as she seemed to tower over the shuddering giant of a young lady.

"Skirt Up! Undergarments off, and over the front desk! Now!"

Luke covered his face in his hand as he shrunk in his seat, Grace looked like she was about to starting crying... again he guessed... guilt started to fluid into him, as the other girls cat calls started.

"Finally! Let's see it Queen Bitch!"

"Tisk Tisk Tisk, Grace! Looks like your one of us now!"

"What took you so long? Your massive ass taking a massive shit!"

Still frozen at the door Grace began to whimper. "Oh, please Ms. I'm sorry... I can't do this.."

"What do you mean you can't do this! It is not for you to decide young lady!" Ms. Peach started menacingly stepping towards Grace with the Click-Clack of her heels. "Do you think just because your the class rep, and your year's rep, that you are above punishment?!"

"No Ms... Please... I... Please don't make me... Not right now... Not infront of everyone..."

Ms. Peach was now standing right infront of Grace, towering over the cowed girl. "I don't care what you were up to Grace! You are in my class, and there are rules to be followed! Further more YOU ARE THE CLASS REPRESENTATIVE which means you of all people should be held at the highest standard! Now show some bloody dignity and do as such!"

Grace's legs wobbled in fear, as a small amount of frustration simmered off Ms. Peach.

Ugh! How can such promising young ladies be such fools?

"Now!" Ms. Peach lurched a hand forward grabbing onto Grace's ear producing a surprised yelp from her, and comedicaly leding Grace by such, throw her over the front desk of the class.

"Now Grace." Ms. Peach hooked a finger under the girl's skirt. "Skirts Up!"

A hail of whistles and harassing calls went out across the class.

"Seeeeeexy!"

"Maybe you know how to have some fun after all!"

"Ohhhhhh! You been holding out on us Grace!"

"Ms. Peach you're so lucky!"

Tears started to form in Grace's eye as she plunged her face into her arms. Why did this have to happen to her?! Hadden't she already been though a hard enough day already!

"Oh my Grace. Undergarments like these..... are so unbecoming of the class representative." Ms. Peach had to take a moment, stepping back in surprise.

This was the first time Ms. Peach had ever got to work with Grace like this, and this was far more then she could have ever hoped to play with! Lustfully she drew her pink clawed hands across Grace's fully exposed cheeks, a ample and thick bottom devouring a lacy G-String which only showed any form of existence from where its T escaped.

For such a lush behind like this, the thin fabric between it was a ultimate tool of seduction!

To bad she never got to use it...

Yes to bad! Ms Peach grinned to herself. More for me!

Slap! "No Clenching!" Ms. Peach ordered, attempting to **** her fingers between Grace's cheeks.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

In a lack of response Ms. Peach let her hand fly with a volley of sharp spanks yet Grace's cheeks firmly held.

This performance though perhaps expected from a male was unacceptable coming from a GIRL of Grace's caliber! Roughly reaching forward Ms. Peach grabbed a handful of Grace's Raven Black hair and yanked, before leaning into whisper.

"This is complete and utter poor form Grace!" Ms. Peach's voice was a low growl. "I expect dignity from girls in my class! That means proper form! Back arched, Ass and head up, on your elbows and feet! So shape up, and Unclench Now!"

With whimpers and muffled sobbing Grace relented, opening herself up to Ms. Peach's advances. Still slumped over the desk, she didn't care if the rest of her form was poor, she just wanted this all to be over!

Ms. Peach grinded her teeth questioning how to proceed with her barely cooperative student. Grace's head was still buried in her arms even despite Ms. Peach's full weight grip on her hair.

Work with what you got.

Grace signed in a small amount of relief between sobs as Ms. Peach let her head rest. To her own horror though Ms. Peach began spreading her cheeks to the whole class! Sharp claws invaded in, pricking and scratching her sensitive inner flesh.

Ms. Peach marvelled as she pried open Grace's ass, enjoying the sensation of her pink nails sinking into the exposed soft skin. The thin line of fabric Grace wore did nothing to protect her cute pink puckering asshole. Well groomed too Ms. Peach noticed, not a hair or imperfections in sight. Grinning Ms. Peach blow down on it and causing Grace's legs to shudder.

"Please Ms. don't do that..."

SNAP!

"Shoosh! Girl!" Ms. Peach ordered as she snapped the G-String like a elastic band with the tip of her nail.

The classes atmosphere was mixed, the clear jeers from many of the girls in the class told everyone what they thought, in addition, the majority of boys were leaning forward in there seats. Not once had they ever seen Grace disciplined or exposed! Plenty of them had imagined what Grace looked like underneath her armour of clothing, jerking there cocks to the fantasy of ravishing that giant amazonian body and now here it was! Finally a taste!

Yet, there was another group who sat quietly, and Luke sat in with them. Though perhaps not the same reason as the stone faced girls who made up the majority of said minority group, nor its handful of whimpering uncomfortable boys. No, Luke had never ment for this to happen! He had just been surprised and instincts took over! But what could be done now? How was he supposed to know Grace would come back late? It wasn't his fault!

"Oh Grace, is this little Délicatesse what you always have on underneath? Or were you wearing for some special reason?" More sobs were Ms. Peach's answer. "I must say it suits your ass quite dearly!"

Ms. Peach emphasized her words with a quick sharp slap, and a rain of laughter came from the class, yes the show was beginning to role now. "I think I'll be leaving these on Grac!"

"Couldn't agree more Ms!"

"Yes!"

"She must be cold with that on!"

"Ya! What a favour warming her up Ms!"

Ms. Peach started with a steady rhythm. Her hand slapping down again and again in the timing of a meaty metronome. Grace continued the minimum, keeping her cheeks relaxed as order. Ms. Peach recognized this, there was no construction which could be brought to a already defeated girl, no, instead she just focused on enjoying herself for now, cupping her hand with each spank just to add that extra jolt to Grace's already jumping cheeks.

SPANK!

Yes, as Ms. Peach brought up the intensity of her spanks she meticulously painted Grace's cheeks. Even though Grace laid dead weight on the front desk her ass was still a fine canvas to work with, the momentum from Ms. Peach's spanks keeping it in constant motion. It really was a art, and once a artist was matched with a good piece magic could happen no matter the circumstances!

"Mmmmm, I like my colour on you Grace~" Ms. Peach was biting her nails in now with reach spank. Slower, but leaving pink nail marks in the now pink skin of Grace's formally pale ass.

SPANK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

"But this won't last! No! I want to share it with you all day long! That's how much I love my colour on you Grace~" Ms. Peach paused and clawed apart Grace's cheeks again, leaving pink nail imprints on the inside of Grace's cheeks too. "Now Grace, what do we get when we're late to my class?"

Ms. Peach paused as Grace left her question hanging.

"Oh Graaaaace~?" Ms. Peach blow down on her students cute like asshole again, getting another equally cute shutter from the girl's thick legs. Still nothing? Ms. Peach dug her nails in more to the inner walls of Grace's cheeks, and with her freehand took her sharpened finger, being the tip gently against the rim of the girl's anus, circling it. "Grace~?"

"Ms. please! Don't do that!" Grace's shutters turned to full on squirming, her legs doing a small jig as Ms. Peach's nail circled in teasing Grace's most sensitive area, a knife point dancing off glass though never cutting it.

"Come Grace~!" Ms. Peach laughed amused. "I asked you a question~!"

"The paddle Ms..." Muffled Grace.

Ms. Peach snapped down Grace's G-String again with the tip of her nail, rubber banding it on Grace's asshole again.

"Head up when you answer me Grace~"

Grace muffled a sob as she rose to her tippy toes trying to prevent Ms. Peach's pulling of her G-String to no avail.

SNAP!

SNAP!

"Come Grace~ I can do this all day if you'd prefer? I know I would~" Again and Again Ms. Peach tormented Grace like the expert she was, only needing the tip of her nail and a thin strand of fabric.

"The paddle Ms!"

Head at last up Ms. Peach shoot a hand forward and grabbed onto Grace's hair before the girl could secure her face back down into her arms.

"Good Girl, and I see were having some proper form now as well. Ass up, head up, very good Grace. Now let's say we finish this with some dignity Grace, like a Lady would?"

Grace sniffled gaining some control over her sobs as tears still streamed down her face, but formidably she braced herself up on her elbows, and arched her back into proper form.

"Yes, Ms, like a Lady would."

Ms. Peach internally smiled with a small amount of pride, Grace was of a fine pedigree indeed! In truth this physical chastisement was no where neer the upper limits of what Grace could endure, but that's not what this was about. No, Ms. Peach was a teacher and she hoped to bestow a lesson onto Grace which she could benefit from, so Grace would forever learn from this morning's mistakes.

Thus the Paddle Ms. Peach grabbed was something alittle more heavy, long enough to reach across the full form of Grace's ass, a paddle which Ms. Peach knew every other girl in her class would dread.

CRACK!

Grace's sturdy structure took the blow with little to no shock, her sturdy legs rooted firmly in place along with her ample flesh, even caused the paddle to bounce back!

"One Ms."

CRACK!

"Two Ms."

CRACK

"Five Ms."

Ms. Peach started trying to swing with her weight, like playing baseball, though perhaps harder done now in heels.

CRACK!

"Seven Ms."

Though it seemed even with all of Ms. Peach's effort placed into her beating stic...

CRACK!

"Twelve Ms."

Grace proved that she could take a level of physical chastisement in which most other girls would struggle in...

CRACK!

"Sixteen Ms."

with some recovered dignity.

CRACK!

"Twenty Ms."

Grace's voice was calm and collected now, even though there were tears still in her eyes, and on the desk, but, it was finally over.