She liked it.

"Oh God Kyle, that was fucking hot!" Monica's response removes any doubt from your mind. "And did you like taking 'Miss Duplessis' and using her for your pleasure?"

"Would you try to get me fired if I said yes?" You tease as you lift her gently to her feet.

"Not it you promise to keep fucking me like this every so often." Monica giggles as she licks her lips. "Seriously Kyle, you might have to deal with Miss Duplessis before this year is over. That girl isn't a slut like some others I can name, but she is definitely a tease and she'll keep pushing the boundaries to get a reaction." The pretty teacher is drawn once again to the paddle, running her fingers across its smooth surface.

"Forsan miseros meliora sequentur." She reads the Latin script with a chuckle. When she sees your curiosity she translates it for you. "For those in misery, better things will come." It's an odd line to have engraved, but not as weird as it could have been. "It's a quote from Virgil," Monica explains, "I remember having to translate it and a hundred others back when I was in college." She says it like college for her was decades ago and not just two or three years and once again as you watch her you are reminded how young this teacher is. Monica is much closer in age to the students in this school than you or most of the other teachers here, it is no wonder the girls talk freely when she's around.

"What can you tell me about the Reflections that students write when they get in trouble?" Your friends from the Corps would be laughing their asses off at you now, you realize with a hidden grin. You have a hot young blonde naked in your office and you are asking her about work? Monica scowls before sauntering back to you and resting her hands on your shoulders, but she is not upset with you.

"In my opinion, Ms. Naylor's reflections are the biggest waste of time ever." Her blue eyes sparkle with emotion as she qualifies her assessment. "For some of the girls it might be good to have them think over their mistakes, but we have a core of manipulative students who are spoiled bitches who are used to getting away with anything." She pauses long enough to trace her fingertips along your arm. "They have figured out the 'formula' for writing heartfelt confessions and the words mean no more to them than the Latin on that paddle." She squeezes your biceps appreciatively, "I meant it when I said what they needed was to have their asses tanned. I don't see Ms. Naylor going along with bare-assed spankings, but you never know."

You'd like to think that the stiffening of your cock has more to do with Monica's naked body and gentle caresses than the memory of Sally and Grace's pretty red cheeks, but you are not sure. Either way, you decide that you can go at least one more round with this pretty young teacher.

"Do you want to see something cool?" You ask as you lead her towards the hidden panel. Monica is properly impressed by the secret door into your bedroom, and even more impressed when she sees the large bed and its sturdy maple frame.

"Oh wow!" She smiles as she runs her fingers across the bedspread. "You have a queen-sized bed! And look at these posts," Her hands caress the round knob at the top of one suggestively. "It almost makes me want to be tied down." She blushes awkwardly, "God what am I saying. You must think I'm the kinkiest slut in the world, not a wholesome, small-town girl from Wisconsin."

Actually, you see a little of both in the beautiful Miss Fulton. There is no doubt that this sexy blonde has a pretty wild imagination when it comes to different ways to experience sex, but not deep under that is a young woman with some pretty conventional values quite similar to what you grew up with.