OTK spanking

“We'll start by a call to your parents.” I announce even though we both no that that's not going to happen.

“Please don't Mr. Patterson!” I could see actual tears in my tenant's expressive eyes and think, not for the first time, that this woman should be in Hollywood. “I'm begging you!”

“Why? What's the worst they will do, ground you?”

“My father would put me over his knee and strap me with his belt.” I remember a conversation when this all started about how Alison's dad had paddled her when she was caught with an unopened tube of lipstick. For that matter, as a teen I'd had my share of whoopings too, although to be fair I probably deserved mine. And then before I could make the suggestion myself Alison said what we both knew had to come next.

“Maybe you could spank me, Sir.” Alison's eyes lift to meet mine as she blinks away her tears. “After all, you are the victim here, there's no need to involve my parents ... or the police.”

“That might work, Miss Miller.” I concede with a somber look, “How many smacks do you think sexting a teacher deserves?” Alison's bright smile fades as she tries to decide how much of this she wants to endure.

“Maybe ... six?” When she sees my expression, she quickly doubles the number “or twelve!” but by then it is too late.

“I was thinking twenty, on your bare skin.” I see her start to protest, but then with a determined nod she agrees to my terms. “Good, I tell her. get your panties off and bend over my lap.” Once again, she starts to protest but quickly changes her mind and gracefully slips out of her undergarment.

“Do I have to be on your lap, Sir?” She asks nervously as I pull out a dining room chair and sit down on it expectantly.

“Of course not Dear,” I tell her almost sweetly, “We can just call your parents if you'd rather.” With that Alison crawls over my lap and places her palms on the floor. Because she is still in her heels, her ass lifts high into the air and I am able to fold up her short dress and admire her backside. The position lifts her round ass perfectly and I almost forget that the purpose of the position is for me to be able to spank her.

Before the first blow I run my hands all over her round globes and are rewarded with a needy moan. Honestly, I doubt I'm going to get much past twelve smacks before I turn to fingering her responsive body, but there is no need to tell her that. Part of the excitement she is feeling is from the embarrassment and lack of control and I see no reason to ruin that.

“Why am I spanking you, Miss Miller?” I ask as I lift my hand for the first time.

“Because I'm a naughty g - Aiiigh!” If she thought I was going to go easy on her she quickly realizes the error. “I'm a naughty girl, Sir.”

“Thats right.” I lift my hand again and wait. “In what ways are you naughty?” I ask and then before she can start her answer I spank her a second time.

“I sent you dirty pictures, Sir.” The next one come quick and she jerks again in my arms when it lands. I let her continue to list her crimes as I stroke the pink skin. “I sent you pictures of my naked body to tease you and make you horny.” The next few blows came in between a litany of her sins. “SMACK - I sent you pictures of my titties. SMACK - I sent you pictures of my butt. SMACK - I sent you a picture of me pinching my nipple.” By now honestly I've lost track of how many times I've spanked her and I'm more interested in the aroma that is coming up from between her legs. She's getting turned on by this just like I knew she would and I spend a little time rubbing her ass to both sooth the enflamed skin and get her even more worked up.

“And why did you send all those nasty little texts?” I ask as my fingers slip between her thighs and reach for the flower that is dripping with her juices.

“Maria dared me to - Aiighh!” A spank her again this time even harder than before. “Don't lie to me, Miss Miller.” I push my hand between her spread thighs again and roughly grab a handful of her sex. “Why did you send me those pictures of your young teenaged body?”

“Because I wanted you to FUCK me Mr. Patterson.” By this time Alison is crying for real, and I can hear her sobs of pain pleasure and excitement all blend together as I push my finger into her tight slit. “I want you to make me a woman!” Her voice rises into a **** pitch, “I want you to pop my cherry, ruin my tight virgin pussy. Oh Dear Lord, I want you to make me your little schoolgirl slut.”

Alison must be able to feel how hard my cock was pushing up against her soft belly. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't super tempted to just fuck this horny little bitch right her on the back of the couch. On the other hand, another day or two of waiting could make her even more ****.