At the chalkboard

"Take the chalk in your hand," Nonne instructs you, standing up. She walks over so that she is standing directly to your side, scant inches away from you. You start to turn your head to look at her, but she immediately snaps out "Eyes forward!" and you obediently redirect your gaze to lie straight ahead of you. Nonne quietly continues. "This may be old fashioned, but I think it is appropriate. You are to write on the chalkboard, 100 times, 'I will not talk in class.'" Nonne's voice is soft, but with a stern edge. She is not speaking loudly, but she is standing so close to you that it her voice carries to your ears quite clearly.

You lift the chalk to the chalkboard, and write out the mandated sentence. As soon as you place the period on the end of it, you feel Nonne's hand smack into your ass, hard. You jump slightly from the contact, as Nonne hisses out, "Neater handwriting! Try it again, this time writing more slowly." Disconcerted, you none the less continue. You write out the sentence again, but as you approach the end of it, and finish up the word "class," your hand begins to grow shaky, wondering if you are in for another spank. Sure enough, as soon as you dot the board, ending the sentence, Nonne spanks you again, this time even harder. Even through your jeans, the skin of your ass begins to burn a little. "Concentrate!" Nonne hisses again, and you begin to turn your head to look at her. Almost before your neck begins to rotate, Nonne has reached up and grabbed your jaw, and forces your face to again look forward.

You write out the sentence again, and again are given a quick and forceful slap on the ass. Nonne takes a half-step towards you, and her chest brushes against your arm. You can feel the small hard firmness of her nipple beneath her shirt, and the sensation has the dual effect of giving you an erection, and causing you to flub your sentence on the chalkboard. Nonne slaps your ass again, and barks out another command to start over. As you begin writing the sentence again, Nonne undoes the fastening of your jeans, leans into you slightly, and pushes your pants down off your hips. Your jeans and boxers fall loosely to the floor, and the jarring motion again causes you to mess up the sentence on the chalkboard, again garnering a spank from Nonne, this one against your bare skin.

This time, Nonne does not pull her hand back, but instead leaves her hand on your asscheek, massaging it slightly. She continues to lean against you, pressing her tits against your arm as she commands you to write the sentence again on the blackboard. This time, you get out only the first downstroke before Nonne's hand rises from your ass and descends again, three times, quickly slapping your ass on alternate sides. Your ass burns, but not in an entirely bad way. Nonne rises to her tiptoes, her nipple sliding up the length of your arm, and brings her mouth to within an inch of your ear. "This does not seem to be working very well," she whispers, and her breath tickles your ear and neck. "Perhaps you are serving the wrong kind of penance. I have another idea," she breathes out softly as she grabs your ass with one hand and tickles your cock with the other. "Lie down on the desk."

She rests back on her heels, and steps away from you. You obediently step out of your pants, and walk over to the large oak desk. With a quick hop, you are sitting on it, and you quickly lie back, awaiting your fate.