Rose proposes an idea

"What is it Miss Newton?" you ask as you close the door.

"I want to take the punishment for both Chanel and I. She's had a very bad day, what with her bear being destroyed, and I'd like to spare her more pain. So I'll take her strokes of the paddle, as well as mine."

She steps towards you, holding out the paddle, giving you a brave sad smile. When you take it, she reaches under her skirt and rolls her panties down her thighs, stepping out of them and biting her lip as she glances at you.

"I'll call Headmistress Naylor. She has to witness all punishments," you say.

"It's alright Sir. I waive my right to have her present. I just want to get this over with." She bends over your desk and pulls her skirt up, exposing her toned rump and spreading her legs slightly. She looks back at you, her eyes smouldering.

"Please sir. I want this. I want to take the punishment for both Chanel and I. All the punishment you think I deserve." Her voice is slightly husky and she squirms her legs a little wider. You can see her puffy labia and despite yourself you feel your cock start to harden.

It's been a day for having girl's bent over your desk. First the three drunken cheeleaders, then Valerie, and now this supple creature. You weigh the paddle in your hand as you look at her, seeing her wriggle slowly as she gazes back at you and waits.

"We don't need Ms. Naylor sir. You can take care of me," she says softly, raising her rump to you.

Your cock is raging in your pants, demanding to plunge into the body of this girl who is so obviously offering herself to you. It feels like you're a dam, trying to hold back a reservoir of lust, stimulated by the paddling of naked asses, and flashed by an exhibitionist trollop, now brought to a boil by this lissome blonde wench.

Bent over and ready. Waiting for you. Wanting you.

You catch the scent of her arousal as she wriggles gently, noticing the glisten of nectar on her labia, the open invitation in her eyes

You sense a trap, your rational mind telling you to get Rose out of your office, or at the very least call Ms. Naylor to attend.

But your animal brain is howling for sex, demanding you impale this wet young cunt and fuck it full of hot cream.

With a sudden decision, you take a quick step towards the supine girl.

"This is not appropriate Miss Newton," you snap, grabbing her arm and pulling her upright. "The time and style of your punishment will be determined later, and not by you. Put on your panties and go."

She looks surprised and shocked, and perhaps a little disappointed, but she merely nods and murmurs an apology before stepping into her panties and pulling them up her legs. She makes a show of it, wriggling and adjusting herself as she watches your face with hooded eyes, making sure you miss nothing.

You step away from her and put the paddle down, turning to hide the rampant bulge in your pants. She murmurs another apology and steps to the door, pausing with her hand on the knob and glancing at you with open invitation, offering you a chance to change your mind. You force a stern expression onto your face and ignore her offer, then watch as she leaves, cursing yourself for not ravishing her on the spot.

"I'm going to go insane," you mutter to yourself.