She Gets More Than 20

Kim Possible was bent over her crotchety old teacher's desk awaiting the first of twenty spanks from a yardstick, with her bubble butt aimed right at her classroom full of peers. This whole time Kim faced forward, not wanting to see the smiling faces staring at her see-through leggings. The laughter was enough to keep her facing forward. Kim's anticipation of the first hit was building inside her, what was taking so long?! She just wanted this to be over, it was so humiliating to even be in this position. At the very least, she heard Mrs Sullivan yell at the class to put their phones away, so she was able to take some comfort in the fact that there won't be any physical evidence of this ordeal. Suddenly a hand pressed down on her lower back and Kim knew what Mrs Sullivan wanted even before she asked. Kim instinctively pushed her ass further out and arched it up.

"Very good, Ms Possible, I didn't even have to tell you what to do. It seems like you've found yourself in this position once or twice before."

The class giggled at Mrs Sullivan's false accusation that she has been spanked before. Kim felt her face burn with embarrassment. 'Oh great, now everyone will think that I get frequent spankings. This is so not what I needed today', she thought to herself. 'At least its old Mrs Sullivan doing this and not someone younger, it shouldn't hurt that much. I'll take 20 of these and look her right in the eyes when this is over to show that it wasn't an effective method.' Kim looked over and glanced at Mrs Sullivan who took a practice swing. SWISHHH!!! The yardstick cut through the air with such a velocity that it shocked the classroom into a quick silence, before they all cheered loudly at Mrs Sullivan's technique. SWISHHHHH! The next practice swing was even faster and the noise it made caused Kim to gulp and shake from fear. 'How on Earth is that possible?! Mrs Sullivan looks like she's 90 years old and yet she's swinging that like she's a softball player in her prime!' Mrs Sullivan grinned wide and was satisfied that her whipping motion was still at its peak. She slowly brought the yardstick to Kim's bubble butt and gave it a gentle tap to notion that its about to begin. The gentle tap against her derriere made Kim give a "Oh" cry from the unwanted touching and she already felt some shame building up as the class snickered. Kim was having second thoughts now. She couldn't just take this spanking, can she? No there had to be a way out of it. This is crazy that she even let herself lay over the desk.

Kim was about to stand up to protest this further but found Mrs Sullivan's hand on her lower back prevent her from doing so. Without any more dramatics, Mrs Sullivan raised the yardstick up in the air and brought it down across Kim's ass with a loud CRACKK! Kim screamed out loud from the sudden pain that coursed through her bottom. "OWWWWWWW!!! OH God! OWWW!" Mrs Sullivan kept the yardstick against her ass and waited for a moment before pulling it back up into the air. Kim tried to wiggle free from Mrs Sullivan's grip but found that the old lady had the strength of a power lifter. All Kim managed to do was cause her ass to jiggle and shake wildly in front of the gawking class. Kim tried desperately to reach a hand behind her to rub, well, her behind, but she couldn't manage it.

Mrs Sullivan waited with the yardstick raised for Kim to do her part and say thank you, but Kim was too focused on her current pain. Mrs Sullivan didn't mind and smiled and said, "Well if you won't say thank you and do your part that you agreed to, then I think I'll change what I said and won't stop at 20!" Kim's eyes grew wide when she heard that.

'Oh damn, I forgot to say thank you, but maybe if I say it now Mrs Sullivan won't....' CRACKKK! Kim's thoughts are interrupted as the yardstick crashes down across her ass cheeks again. Kim cries out in pain again as the class answers the noise the yardstick made with their own, "Ohhhhh!" The yardstick pulls away and without hesitation it comes crashing down again. CRACKK! Kim howls in pain as her ass feels on fire from the ****. She fights off her tears, still trying keep the goal of showing Mrs Sullivan a brave face after this. Kim does blurt out an apology and thank you as the yardstick pulls back up into the air.

"I'msosorry! Pleasewait!Stopstopstop! Thankyou! thankyouforthespanks! That's3!" Kim said it all in one breath to try and get a momentary pause.

"Ah, I see you finally want to follow the rules. Fine, but we are not on 3, we are starting over. The only thing I want to hear from you after a hit is the number and thank you. Let's begin again."

Kim wanted so badly to argue about starting over, but the yardstick came slicing down across her ass cheeks before she got the chance. CRACKK! Kim kicked her legs at the pain but composed herself and said, "On..One, Thank Y..you!" CRACKK!! Another direct shot across both cheeks. "Tw.,two, Thank You!" Mrs Sullivan then went in rapid Succession, 3 in a row. CRACKK CRACKK CRACKK!! Kim squealed and cried out loud, taken by the surprise of the consecutive hits. Her eyes were full of tears as she fought hard from giving into the pain. "Owwww, Three, thank you. F..four, thank you! Five Th..thank you!" She didn't know how much longer she could keep from crying and she was only a quarter of the way through.

The yardstick cut through the air ten more times as it landed across Kim's waiting ass. The kids in the classroom became less sneaky at their filming since Mrs Sullivan stopped paying attention to them to focus on her own task. Jake, the student directly behind Kim with the best set in the house, aimed his phone perfectly to capture a slo-mo video when the yardstick would crash into her ass and cause ripples throughout. Jake also noticed how absolutely red her ass has become since the leggings didn't obscure his sight in the least. And speaking of her leggings, the tight thin material was fraying now in the area where the yardstick was making contact. Jake began to tell everyone around him and soon the class was anticipating and hoping for them to rip open. Their phones were ready for whatever came next.

CRACKK!! "Owww, WAHHH! Seven..Seventeen! Owwwwwww, thank, thank you! wahhh" Kim couldn't contain her tears anymore and she began to sob and cry. Her ass was so hurt that she feared she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. She tried her best to quiet her sobs, still not wanting to fully give in. 'Oww! Oh God! my ass! My ass! 3 more! C'mon Kim, 3 more, you can do this. Stop crying, 3 more and then its over.' She tried her best to coach herself up, and it seemed to work. Kim tapped into a part of her brain and pushed some pain away like she would if she needed to on a secret mission. CRACKKKK!! Kim gritted her teeth and didn't let out a howl which shocked Mrs Sullivan. Kim even turned and looked at Mrs Sullivan with tears in her eyes and said with a little attitude, "Eighteen, thank you."

Mrs Sullivan's grin turned upside down into a scowl. In her old mind she thought, 'Oh miss goody-goody wants to play tough girl, fine. Here come my best 2 shots. Try to keep that confidence.' CRACKKKKKKK! The hardest shot fell across Kim's ass, bending the yardstick almost to its breaking point as it wrapped around her bubble butt. Kim lunged forward and kicked her legs as she gasped out loud. Her ass jiggled uncontrollably from the attack and twitched from the pain. The leggings were now all frayed over her ass, the threads were barely able to stay together. Kim silently cried and clenched her teeth, then she turned to Mrs Sullivan again and said with as much attitude that she could muster, "Nineteen. Thank. You. Ma'am." The class gave a low "OoooooOOooOO" at hearing Kim's rebuttal. The kids were on her side now, even though they loved watching the spanking and wanted to see the next shot, hoping for a surprise.

Rage grew in Mrs Sullivan, she had one last shot. She pulled the yardstick higher than before and gave it a little twirl that you see from baseball players ready to hit a homerun. Then she quickly brought the yardstick down through the air and it made the loudest slicing noise yet. KRAKKKKCKKK!! The yardstick crashed across Kim's ass and actually snapped in half with the ruler parts flying away. Kim screeched out loud as her ass was blasted with the hardest spank so far. Her leggings couldn't handle it anymore and they split open across her whole ass, revealing the bright pink Hello Kitty panties and the firetruck red ass cheeks beneath them. The class cheered as her ass popped through the leggings unbeknownst to Kim. Kim Possible sobbed out loud now, not able to hide her tears anymore. She looked over to Mrs Sullivan with tears streaking down her red face and said, "Tw...Twen...Twenty, WAHHH, Than...thank..yo..you! Wahhh!" Mrs Sullivan's smile returned and then the old bag tried to put it away and return to her teacher status after having a thrill. Mrs Sullivan stared at Kim's pantied red ass sticking out through the giant hole in her leggings that she caused and she knew she won this battle over Kim, but still felt like getting a final win too.

Mrs Sullivan was aware that most students had their phones out recording and she didn't even mind anymore. In fact she said, "Kim, Congratulations on getting through the 20 spanks. I hope you have learned your lesson and won't be late or tell lies and wear clothes against the school policy again. I also won't write you up for breaking school property either. Though I will have to buy a new yardstick with my own money now. But because you caused the class miss most of today's lesson, I want you to look at your classmates and apologize to them right now."

Kim sobbed as she slowly rose from the desk. She reached an arm behind her to rub her sore ass and looked over her shoulder at the same time. Kim's mascara was streaked down her face and her orange hair was a mess and matted to her forehead from sweating. Kim started to say, "I..I'm sorry for interru..." but then her hand reached her ass and found her exposed cheeks instead of leggings and she locked eyes with several students blatantly filming her with their phones. "interru...EEEKKKKK!! My pants! They're ripped! Stop filming me! STop! Wahhhh! Mrs Sullivan! What did you do?!" The class giggled as Kim turned away from them to rub her ass. She awkwardly crossed her legs and used her hair to hide her face from the shame of being filmed. Her mind raced, 'How long have they been filming this? The whole time? please no, please please no.'

Finally Mrs Sullivan stepped forward and yelled at the class to put their phones away and threatened detention to anyone who is caught with it out for the rest of the class. Then she addressed Kim, "It looks like your ill-fitting pants couldn't take the yardstick. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. You did say that you have clothes in your cheerleader locker, so you can change when its open for you. But for now please take your seat so we can get some learning in today."

Kim couldn't believe what she was hearing! Mrs Sullivan knew her pants ripped open and yet she didn't tell her?! and Now she has to go through lunch with her pantied ass out in the open!? Kim stood in front of the class not moving, almost in shock.

Mrs Sullivan saw Kim standing there and looked around. She spotted a gray long sleeve knitted wool sweater and held it out to Kim. "Oh fine, here, take this and tie it around your waist, its the best I can do. Now take your backpack and go to your seat this instant, or I may decide to have you over my desk again for not listening."

Kim grabbed the grey wool sweater and tied it around her waist so the majority of the fabric covered her ass. Then she grabbed her broken backpack and slung it over one shoulder and grimaced as it smacked the top of her ass. Then she walked down the aisle past all the smiling faces to her seat. It took her a few tries to even be able to sit down as each contact her ass made with the metal stung and caused her to stand up, much to the amusement of the class. But finally she **** herself to sit down and while it was very painful, the cool metal also felt nice on her hot cheeks. Though she also sat on a small part of the wool sweater and found it very itchy and irritating. Kim looked around the room and found many students smiling at her and a few even held up their phones to show her what pictures they captured of her ass. Kim almost cried as she figured the word is probably already spread around the school. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 20 minutes to lunch and she began to feel uneasiness creep in her body. 'This day has been the worst ever, I'm just going to find a seat all by myself in the corner of the lunchroom and eat alone. Cause after that is gym and I can finally change into my extra cheerleader clothes.'