Wheelbarrow.

"Are you familiar with the 'wheelbarrow' position?" you ask the petite frenchwoman.

"Not by zat name..." she says, nervously.

"Well, let me show you then", you say, pulling the seating material next to you into a low-slung, stoollike configuration and having a seat. "Sit on my lap, facing away from me"

She sits forward on your thighs with her knees together at first, confusion evident by the set of her shoulders. She ghasps as you pull her hips back, her legs going to either side of yours.

"Now, bend-" you begin, but she's already in motion, clearly knowing the position by another name. Your knees clamp around her waist as she lowers her elbows to the floor. Nothing but the thin, gossamar sheet of her toga rests between your hand and her softest bits.

Your hand lands with a dull crack! on her right cheek, and her leg kicks up involuntarily. She doesn't say anything, but her breathing intensifies and speeds up. Your other hand lands with a satisfying smack on her left cheek, and this time both her legs kick up, the silky fabric riding up to just under the lowest part of her cheeks. She gives off a soft noise that is halfway between a wince and a moan.

You give her a good amount of time to get used to her position before your third blow lands, hard, with one hand landing on each cheek. Her toga rides up even more, revealing the bottom third of her cheeks as she ghasps out, "Sir, I-"

You give her no time to finish her thought as you land another double blow to her now unprotected _cul de lis, _her little flower coming into view shaved and dripping as her toga slips off her bottom entirely. She writhes in your lap as much as the grip of your knees will allow, wimpering "I'm gonna-"

You land three double blows in rapid succession, her knees gripping with a painful tightness on your own hips as you do. "P-please..." she whispers, tension evident in her lower half.

You give her a bit of a break from the double-palm spanking, letting her feel a less overwhelming pace as you spank each of her perky cheeks alternately. Her cries, stilled at first, begin to build into loud, inarticulate 'oooh's as each of her cheeks gets a turn under an increasingly hard barrage. As you reach the limits of your controlled strength you switch back to spanking both her bouncy cheeks at once. A few of those in she gives a loud cry, girl-cum staining both her toga and yours as she releases her embarrasment over the misunderstanding. Still, she's a good girl, hiding her face but staying in position to let you admire your handiwork and her sweet sex for as long as you want.

Finally you bid her sit up and she does so gratefully, sitting up and then swinging one leg to the side so she is sitting sideways on your lap. "Thank you for my lesson sir" she says, kissing your chest as your hand caresses her hot bottom where it hangs off the end of your lap. After much more rubbing and cuddling, as well as a promise that she will not let the possibility of a repeat performance affect her teaching, you both head your separate ways for now.