Surprise

John looked down with satisfaction at the half-naked girl lying across his lap. He held her in place with one hand on the nape of her neck. The other hand caressed her luscious bottom. Every time he gently stroked the welts that the ruler had left behind, she flinched and sucked in a hissing breath. That's all right, he thought, she wouldn't forget this lesson any time soon. And with any luck, she would change her attitude towards discipline and attentiveness during rehearsals.

Corinna felt deeply humiliated. And at the same time, she was extremely confused. She was lying on the legs of a man she hadn't even known two days ago, with her skirt flipped up and her panties riding up in her pits. And now she was not only revealing her almost naked backside to him, she was also letting him spank her.

What surprised her most was that she somehow didn't want him to stop. Her bottom was burning, her pulse was pounding, her face was glowing. And it turned her on tremendously. The heat ignited an amazing passion in her.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked herself, "What kind of slut am I if I get aroused by a guy beating me? That can't be right."

But the signs were undeniable. Without having to look, she could feel her nipples standing up and pressing hard against the soft cups of her bra, moisture building up in her snatch and beginning to soak her panties. She fervently hoped that he didn't notice the evidence. Her hopes were shattered as his fingers slowly inched their way forward.

"Huh?"

He looked surprised and delighted simultaneously.

"You're getting all wet. Do you like it when I chastise you?"

Corinna shook her head resolutely, but knew that John saw through this lie immediately. Her body betrayed her mercilessly. His hand slipped under the crumpled fabric and felt her dripping pussy. She could no longer hold back a moan.

At the same time, she was overwhelmed with shame. She thought of herself as an emancipated woman who lived her relationships with men at eye level. She didn't have a permanent boyfriend, but confidently entered into short, changing relationships in which she decided for herself when, how and how often she had sex. She never allowed herself to be made an object - until now.

A finger slipped into her slippery cleft. Instead of avoiding it or at least remaining passive, she instinctively pushed herself towards it. She couldn't do anything about it and yet she wanted to disappear into the earth. Disappointment overcame her when the hand withdrew.

Startled, she cried out as he struck the next blow. But it was more playful than painful.

"Get up!"

She followed immediately and without protest.

"Take off your skirt and your panties."

She carried out this command without hesitation. Seconds later, she stood in front of him with her lower body exposed.