Paddle. To start with

You take quick step and grab the paddle, hearing Monica gasp excitedly behind you. When you turn she's staring at you, biting her lip, her face flushing as you step back to her.

"Miss Longmire took twelve strokes," you say softly. "Do you think you can handle that Ms. Fulton?" You swat her across the ass with the paddle, making her jump and squeak in excited surprise.

"Oh! Twelve? Oh! Owwww! Did she cry?" the young teacher asks breathlessly as you smack her again, leaving a red mark across her tanned flesh.

"She did. She begged for it to stop," you growl, slapping the wooden paddle against her flesh.

"Oh! Oh Fuck That Stings! I bet she begged! Owwwwww! Oh Fuck I'll be begging soon if you keep this up!

"That's four. Here's five," you tell her as you swat her again, your cock hardening as she grunts in pain and slaps at your desk, her face glaring back at you with wanton and **** eyes.

"Oh Fuck! She took twelve of these? Oh Fuck my poor ass! Oh God Kyle please! Please stop! I'm so sorry! I'll be a good girl! Owwwwwww! Oh Fuck Kyle please!"