You do what she wants

"Owwwwwww!" Diana gasps as the first hard blow lands on her pert round ass, the red marks leaving no doubt that you used sufficient ****. She glares back at you, biting her lip and nodding then gasps again as the second blow falls.

She wiggles, spreading her feet slightly as if to ease the sting, then gasps sharply as you whack her a third time. This time the gasp is followed by a deep groan, quickly suppressed, and she stares at you, her dark eyes are burning with sultry fire. 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 orgasmic reaction to her punishment. Even now, Diana's cheeks are flushed and the scent of sex is filling your office.

"Fuck that hurts!" Diana moans when the fourth blow lands. She 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 while her ass lifts even higher as she rises to her tiptoes. Her head thrashes, her tightly bound hair starting to pull free, and there's a liquid needy tone in her voice.

Suddenly, just as Rose Newton did, she gags herself with her own panties, stuffing them into her mouth to muffle her cries as you smack the paddle against her reddening rump. She grinds and bucks with each blow, her eyes wide as she makes a high keening noise into her gag. Her face is sheened with moisture, and your can see her eyes welling with tears. You want to stop, but you don't want to risk provoking her fury if she thinks you're patronising her.

You give her the last few blows, not letting up as she whimpers into the gag, her hands grabbing the edge of the desk, her knuckles white with strain. When you deliver the last blow you lay the paddle down and touch her shoulder feeling her quivering and panting.

"That's eight Diana. That's all of them." She looks up at you, her eyes wide, tears streaking her cheeks, a wisp of black fabric protruding from her mouth. She pulls her panties out, clenching them in one fist as she pants, still laying flat on your desk. Your cock is raging in your pants, and you feel conflicted, on the one hand immensely excited, and on the other immensely guilty for punishing her, even though she demanded it.

"You were very brave," you say softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. She turns her face quickly, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, the sensation making your cock pulse with need.

"If you....if you don't....don't take me...right now....right this minute....you'll regret it forever...." she pants her eyes full of heat and wanton invitation.