The same as Rose got

This is a mistake. The thought repeats again and again like a mantra as you pick up Mrs. Marshal's dreaded paddle and take up your position by Diana's side. This is definitely a mistake! You push the recurring doubt away as you consider the target before you. Diana's upraised bottom is as smooth and firm as any of the students whom you've seen in this position and the effect is undeniable. Your irritation at Rose Newton's heavy-handed attempt at manipulation kept your libido in check during that paddling, but especially after the conversation you just had with Diana nothing can keep the eroticism of this moment from swelling your cock.

The way her dark eyes are burning with a sultry fire is not helping one bit. She may have rationalized this paddling as a necessary experience for her to do her job correctly, but you don't believe any of it. Not after her reaction to watching Miss Newton's nearly orgasmic reaction to her punishment. Even now, Diana's cheeks are flushed and the scent of sex is filling your office. Perhaps sensing your hesitation, this proud headmistress urges you to get on with it with a throaty groan that sounds nothing like her usual precise diction.

"Go ahead Mr. Hawkfeather, do it." Diana lowers her body even more so her forearms rest on the polished wood of the desk and her perfect ass is now the highest point of her body. "I'm ready." Thankfully, Diana turns away from you and you have a quick moment to readjust the uncomfortable bulge in your khakis before turning your attention to the task at hand.

"Aaiigghh." Diana's exclamation of pain and surprise fills the office and you see her wiggle as two red circles appear one on each pale cheek. Deciding that your best chance to get through this without doing something truly stupid is to set steady pace and stick to it. By the forth blow as her head thrashes, her tightly bound hair is starting to pull free, and Diana's sharp cries of pain take on a needy tone.

In a moment of weakness you imagine what it would be like to run the smooth wood of the paddle along Diana's pale thighs where her white flesh meets the lacey elastic of her dark stockings. If you rotated the paddle it would **** her thighs open even further exposing her puffy labia that were only partially visible now. The next blow is a little harder, and you decide to let out some of the frustration you've been dealing with on Miss Naylor's rocking ass.

"Fuck that hurts!" Diana looks nothing like the severe in-control school administrator that you have come to know. Her arms have spread to the side and she is grinding her breasts into the desk top and her ass lifts even higher as she rises to her tiptoes. The last three blows come fast and hard and you refuse to let the tears on her face keep you from finishing what you started.

Finished, you step away breathing hard and tingling all over. In an attempt to regain some control. you set Diana's dark woolen skirt on the desk next to where Diana is still rocking slowly.

"I'm sorry Diana." You stammer uncomfortably, "I shouldn't have hit you that hard." Diana silently slipped from the desk, pulling up her skirt with a fierce pride that looked much like the Miss Naylor you first met upon your arrival.

"Don't be Mr. Hawkfeather." She pulls her jacket shut tightly hiding the silk blouse and soft mounds with their hard-peaked nubs from your hungry gaze. "You did exactly what I told you to do." Apparently, you are no longer on first name basis with Miss Naylor.

As she moves to the door, once again that little voice reminds you. This was a mistake. This was fucking huge mistake! If you let her out the door now, it will remain a mistake, but if you stop her, it could turn into a total disaster.