She does, but under protest

"It's not fair!" she wails, tears starting to stream down her cheeks as she moves to the desk. "My Daddy..."

"Your Daddy is not here Miss Cummins," Ms. Naylor says sharply. "I strongly suggest you keep your mouth shut and take your punishment. Frankly, you've had this coming for some time."

The brunette teen looks at the headmistress with horrified eyes, then at Honey Thibodeaux and Mason Carter as if seeking some support. They look back at her implacably, and she turn to you with a wobbling chin, her eyes swimming with moisture.

"Not all thirty! You can't! You just can't!"

"Do what you're told and bend over the desk Miss Cummins," you say sharply. "I think we've all had enough of you telling us what we can't do."

With a little gasp Valerie reaches under her skirt and pulls her panties down to her knees, then puts her hands on the desk.

"He should leave," she says, glaring tearfully at Mason. "He's just an old perv. He should leave!"

"As one of the complainants, Mr. Carter has the right to administer some of your punishment Miss Cummins. Not only is he not going to leave, but he may well participate."

"No! No he can't! He can't!"

"Bend over and pull your skirt up!" you bark at her, seeing her eyes go wide and fearful at your tone. With a frightened whimper, she obeys, tugging her skirt above her hips to display a round toned rump. As you did when you paddled the drunken cheerleaders you feel a sharp pang of desire at the sight of her sweet teen flesh, but your irritation with her arrogant bratty behaviour smothers your libido.

"OWWWWW!" she whines as the first blow of the paddle falls on her unprotected flesh. "Stop! Oh please stop!" You ignore her, landing another stinging blow on her squirming cheeks. "OWWWWWWWW! I can't stand it! Please! Please!" At the third blow she breaks down, sobbing desperately, clinging to the desk and trying to squirm her ass out of the way.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she squeals, yelping sharply as you land the fourth blow. "Please...I'm so sorry! Please stop!" You step back, letting her catch her breath before continuing. You look at the others and see Honey Thibodeaux biting her lip, her eyes glittering with excitement. Ms. Naylor watches, her face a mask of stern implacability, the faintest flush of colour rising up her throat. Mason Carter still stands with his arms folded, his eyes hooded and cold as he watches the penitent girl squirm.

"That's four," you tell Valerie, before smacking her again with the paddle.

"OWWWWW! Oh God I can't take thirty! I'll die! I can't stand it! Please Stop! I'm so sorry! Oh God I promise to be good! OWWWWWWW!" The pale flesh of her sweet young rump is marked with the red stripes where the paddle has landed, the flesh almost glowing from the stinging blows. You land two more blows and Valerie slumps on the desk, sobbing bitterly, whimpering for mercy. You step back and hand the paddle to Mason.

"You have the right to administer punishment Mr. Carter," you tell him. He looks at the paddle, then at you and at the sobbing girl sprawled over the desk and with a slow and careful hand he takes it from you.

Somewhat to your surprise he doesn't paddle her as hard as you, his smack resounding half as loud. Nonetheless, the effect on the girl is electric. She quivers, giving a gasping howl, her sweet teen ass wriggling as he smacks her again.

"Please....Please Daddy....I'll be good for you...Please Daddy I'll be so good...I'm so sorry Daddy...please...let me be your good little girl....I'll be so good for you Daddy...."

Obviously startled by her outburst, Mason steps back, looking at her quivering body as he begs for mercy. He glances from you to the two women, obviously seeking guidance.

"Daddy...please don't punish me...not any more...please Daddy...I'll behave...I'm so sorry I was a bad girl....Please Daddy...."

Mason steps back, a look of unease on his face. He gives his head a little shake and holds the paddle out to you, obviously declining to participate further. Honey Thibodeaux looks on with excited curiosity, while Ms. Naylor looks troubled and concerned.