Of course not

Paul felt a rush go through him such as he had never experienced. He didn’t really think it would work. He knew how much he enjoyed spanking her but he didn’t think she would ever learn to enjoy being spanked. He had read on line that it was possible to teach submissive girls to be deeply masochistic by just giving them pleasure while they experienced mild pain. Some guys thought it just awakened what was already there. Clearly it was working.

He increased the strength of his swats as he saw her begin to get closer to orgasm. He wanted the sensations to mingle until she couldn’t tell what was pleasure and what was pain.

The kids were in awe. The boys started to back off but the girls seemed to know what she needed and intensified their efforts.

She gave Paul one last warning. �Get them to stop.� She knew it was a futile effort but had to try. She couldn’t hold it, she had to release the tension that was building up. Without any further words she let it go.

She was deeply embarrassed for it to happen while she was getting spanked, even if he did have help. She hadn’t called it out like the rules said she had to. She was too caught up in the hands so that she had forgotten.

She was hoping they would make an exception to the rule this one time. �She turned her head towards Paul. �Am I going to get spanked again for that?�

Paul was just about to say no, that he understood, when their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Carter, intervened. �You know the rules, Jennifer. Not announcing it means another spanking. And this time I think I better handle it myself.�

�Mrs. Carter, I thought I was supposed to handle all of Jennifer’s punishments,� said Paul.

�The rules say that it is up to the teacher to decide that.�

�I really think I should do it,� Paul said, standing up to her

Mrs. Carter’s eyes flashed. �Let me check this with Mr. Burns. If you are wrong, we will have a talk about your attitude, young man.� She called the principal and after some discussion that the students couldn’t quite hear, she came back looking like she had just eaten a lemon. �It seems that the word is to let you handle it. But if I don’t see a proper spanking given, I AM going to do it myself and then YOU will get one too.�

Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Paul to reassure him and saw a little smirk of satisfaction on his face.

Paul thought to himself, Jennifer is MINE and I am going to deal with her, no one else. He looked down at her reddened bottom, took a firm grasp on her waist and landed another hard smack. When the others started reaching for Jennifer again, Paul said nothing so, emboldened, they started the process once again.

This time it felt different. The hands were no longer the leading force on her body. She could feel each smack and with each hit she felt more pain. She couldn’t complain, it was her forgetfulness that had got her in this mess.

�I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.� She was now in tears, the girls had started to be more careless and the boys had backed away to watch. She couldn’t imagine how she had felt pleasure before but she wished she could feel it again. Anything to get her mind off of the pain.

She hoped the teacher saw what she wanted because she was going through hell. She no longer liked the idea of the girls touching her. It made her more embarrassed and her cumming while being spanked only increased it.

Paul saw her distress and stopped the spanking. He looked at Mrs. Carter and saw that she was watching with great interest. He told Jennifer to get up and helped her stand. Mrs. Carter looked disapproving but Paul ignored her. He saw Jennifer frantically rubbing her blazing bottom and couldn’t help a small smile.

The teacher told everyone to get back to their seats. Jennifer had obvious difficulty sitting down on the hard seat but she managed. A few minutes later the bell rang and she accompanied Paul into the hallway to go to their next class.

Jennifer looked over at Paul. �I know you’re in charge and everything and that I’m not suppose to question you but that was embarrassing.� She didn’t know if that comment would come back to bite her later or not.

Paul smiled at that. He liked the idea of her being embarrassed. It gave him a further sense of his own power and control. At the same time, he felt responsible and wanted to watch over her.

She saw a group of boys ahead and she really didn’t feel like getting touched. She put Paul’s arm around her shoulder and snuggled in close. �Get them back, please.�

That gave him the chance that he wanted. When they reached out for her, he put his arm around her. �Back off guys, she’s mine.� They obeyed, grumbling, as the two of them walked into Mrs. Brooks’ class.

�Thank you.� Jennifer snuggled in closer. She was glad Paul felt the way he did about her, that gave her some comfort. She didn’t know Paul’s schedule that well and didn’t know what class he had next. She figured if she just keep walking Paul would tug her in the direction she needed to go.