Diana returns

You spent the next few minutes straightening your office, not so much because it needed it, but you need something to do to take your mind off Valerie's response to her punishment. You had just decided to take Honey up on her offer to join her for coffee when, with a brisk knock your door opens again and Diana steps through. At first glance, Miss Naylor looks as put together as always, but there is something different and you're not sure exactly what it is.

"I've been thinking about what happened Mr. Hawkfeather." Her usually smooth voice feels tight and agitated, "I find that I am in need of more information." You nod silently, still trying to ascertain what it is that is different about the woman. She walks to the desk and runs her fingers along the length of the paddle still sitting where Mr. Mason set it before rounding on you fiercely.

"You know what it feels like, Kyle." For such a small woman, Diana has a commanding presence and even though you are a good six inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier than her you have to fight the urge to back up as she glares at you. "I guess if I hadn't been quite such an ideal student years ago I might have gotten to experience that kind of punishment, but how am I supposed to enforce this Code you've backed me into if I don't even know what I'm talking about?!?"

"Things are going to settle down, Ms. Naylor, now that -"

"Now that what, Mr. Hawkfeather?" She challenges you, "Now that our girls know they can have their fantasies fulfilled by having their asses paddled by a God-damned muscle-bound god of war?" This is getting very weird, although you do feel a hint of pride at her somewhat unprofessional description of you.

"I don't think that's going to ha-"

"I don't care what you think!" She picks up the paddle and pushes it into your hands. "I need you to paddle me like you punished Valerie. Do you understand me?"

"What?" This is not at all what you were expecting when Diana abruptly came back to your office.

"You heard me, Mr. Hawkfeather." As you stare in stunned surprise the prim Ms. Naylor slips out of her jacket folding it neatly before draping it over a chair. Only when she reaches for the zipper at the side of her pencil skirt do you understand just how serious Diana is about what she's asking.

"Diana," you start but find it almost impossible to continue as she turns her back on you and slides her lacey black panties over her thigh high stockings and steps daintily out of them, still in her high heels. The sight of her round cheeks lifted in the air as she willingly assumes the same position that Valerie had to be all but forced into, makes your cock harden like never before.

"The sooner the better, Mr. Hawkfeather," Diana prompts you, "as you can imagine, this is not the most pleasant position to be in."