Yes he does.

Mr. McShane was a large muscular middle aged white man with fiery red hair, thick and wavy! He kept a neatly trimmed beard that made him stand out even more. Having worked as a professional and licensed Disciplinarian within the corporate world and having his own business that provided disciplinary services, consultations, in home visits, and on site training for men, those who are fathers, husbands, brothers, boyfriends, sons in the proper application of corporal punishment to ladies who needed a firm guiding hand in their lives!

Having been a professional disciplinarian for over 20 years, he was easily overqualified to be the Dean of Discipline at USYD. However, as skilled as he was, he was easily able to handle both the academic and corporate needs. He started his day at USYD until lunch and then would stop by at different companies to deliver or oversee disciplinary sessions, to finally end the day by returning to USYD for any unlucky students or staff who had earned afterschool discipline.

At the present moment within his office he had one of the main office secretaries, a Mrs. Monique Jackson, or as she was more commonly called, MJ. Unfortunately for Mrs. Jackson, she had arrived late, copped an attitude at being sent to his office, and had failed to finish filling the previous school day's disciplinary reports before she left for the day, which resulted in a handful of angry parents, wanting to know the details of why their daughter was sent home with a freshly spanked bottom!

Halfway through a solid 10 strokes with the paddle resulted in Mrs. Jackson earning 2 punishment strokes. Mr. McShane heard the knocking at his door and for good measure he gave another strict swat to Mrs. Jackson's white thong-clad black ass!

"Owwww!! ohhhhh!!! Owww!!!" Mrs Jackson wailed, her large bottom wobbling and bouncing as she wiggled and squirmed slightly, stomping her foot, just a slight wiggle away from earning another punishment stroke, Mr. McShane let her have a moment, as she spoke up again he could hear the tears in her voice. "Six Sir....thank you for paddling me!"

"That's a good girl. You're doing a much better job taking your spanking now Mrs. Jackson. Keep that bottom stuck out and stay in position, I will be just a moment." Mr. Mcshane replied, setting the sturdy wooden paddle down atop Mrs. Jacksons bent over and presented well-rounded rear!

Despite the curvy black woman bent over his desk, her full backside and bare thighs, Mr. McShane kept the punishment professional. A spanking from him was painful, corrective, effective discipline, properly applied punishment, and unless the situation called for the inclusion of shame or humiliation, Mr. McShane never including sexual aspects within his punishments.

"Yes Sir, I understand." Mrs. Jackson was quick to reply, struggling to resist the urge to reach back and rub her burning backside as he left her bent over his desk to see who was at his door.

Opening it, he looks down to see Mrs. Sahir nervously and awkwardly shuffling, his voice a bit more gruff than he had meant, which showed his displeasure at having a disciplinary session interrupted

"Mrs. Sahir, I'm in the middle of a discipline, what do you need?"

"Ah....yes....right." She replied, her eyes widening as she saw over his shoulder, the large black bottom with it's tight white thong flossed between the woman's cheeks, marked from the paddle! Mrs. Sahir didn't recognize the woman from just her bent over rear, but seeing a dark skinned woman like her bent over, it made it as if Mrs. Sahir was looking at herself, or rather what she would look like bent over in the auditorium infront of the entire school! "I...wanted to talk about my mid-semester appraisal, is there anything...I can -"

"Let me stop you there. I was surprised to see your name on the list of staff who failed their mid-semester appraisal. Please take a seat and when I finish punishing Mrs. Jackson, we'll talk."

Mrs. Sahir dropped her head with a nod, "Yes Sir," and took a seat outside his office.

Closing the door, Mr. McShane returned to Mrs. Jackson's bent over buttocks and it wasn't long before Mrs. Sahir heard the muffled meaty whack and Mrs. Jackson's pained cry!