You sure do.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be punishing you for?" you ask, trying to delay what you suspect is inevitable.

"Contraband," Marcia giggles softly. "I have a flask of brandy in my purse. Totally against the Code of Conduct."

"And I drank from it," Helen adds, wriggling as she looks at you. "I'm an accomplice."

You shake your head and heft the paddle, feeling stunned at what has happened in your office. To hell with it, you think. If these two mature women want to relive some kinky memories of their schooldays, it's nothing to you. With that thought you raise the paddle and step forward, aiming at the plump white cheeks of Helen's ass.

"OWWWWWWWW!" she squeals, wriggling as a patch of red explodes on her skin. "Oh God It's Just as Bad as I Remember!"

"OHHHHHH! OWWWWWWW!" Marcia echoes as your land a smack on her round rump. "Holy fuck that stings."

"We can stop anytime," you say, stepping back. "This is your idea."

"I can take anything you can dish out," Marcia moans. "You're not going to make me cry! Give me all I'm owed."

"How many is that....how many for contraband?" Helen asks less certainly.

"Four strokes of the paddle," you answer. "Do you want to stop?"

"Three more. I can take three more. Give it to me. don't ask just give it to me! OWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK THAT STINGS!"

"HOLY FUCK!" Marcia howls, wriggling as she takes a second smack. "Oh God that smarts!" She wriggles, waggling her reddened rump and widening her stance a bit. You see the glisten of moisture on her labia and catch the scent of arousal from both women.

"OWWWWWW FUCK! FUCK!" Helen howls as the third strike lands. She grinds herself against the desk, looking back at you with sultry eyes, smouldering with promise and need.

"OH GOD THAT STINGS! OWWWWWWWW SHIT!" Marcia wails, then bites her lip and tosses her head, her hoop earrings flashing and her pony tail flicking.

"I....I can't..." Helen says, tears welling in her eyes. "I can't take it...Miss Marshall would...would comfort us...when we couldn't take any more....won't you...won't you comfort...comfort me...Dean Hawkfeather…?"

"Yes...oh God Yes....Comfort us both!" Marcia gasps, wriggling her rump and looking at you with needy eyes.