You're a hands on guy

"Owwwwww!" she yelps as you smack her ass with your hand, loving the feel of her firm toned flesh.

"Miss Longmire took twelve strokes. With a ruler," you say softly. "Do you think you can handle that Ms. Fulton?" You swat her again, making her jump and squeak in excited surprise.

"Oh! Twelve? Oh! Owwww! Did she cry?" the young teacher asks breathlessly as you smack her again, leaving a red handprint on her tanned flesh.

"She did. She begged for it to stop," you growl, slapping her rump again.

"Oh! Oh Fuck That Stings! I bet she begged! Owwwwww! Oh Fuck I'll be begging soon if you keep this up!" She looks back at you with fevered eyes, the aroma of her musk rising around you.

"That's five. Here's six," you tell her as you swat her again, your cock hardening as she grunts and slaps at your desk, her face wanton and ****.

"Oh Fuck! She took twelve of these? Oh Fuck! My poor ass! Oh God Kyle please! Please stop! I'm so sorry! I'll be a good girl! Owwwwwww! Oh Fuck Kyle please!"

"That's Dean Hawkfeather to you. You need to learn respect," you growl, smacking Monica's tanned ass again and seeing her taut flesh quiver with the blow.

"Owwwwwww! I'm sorry Sir, Dean Hawkfeather Sir! I'm so sorry! Please Sir! Please! Owwwwwww! No more, please Sir! Please!" Despite her begging she's raising her ass higher, standing on her toes as she leans on the desk, offering herself to you.

"You have three more to take, Ms. Fulton. You wanted to see what Miss Longmire got, didn't you?"

"Yes Sir! But it stings so much! My poor little ass! Oh Please Dean Hawkfeather, Please Have Mercy!"

Your nostrils are full of her aroma, the scent of her arousal rising from her fecund pussy. Her nectar is flowing freely, and you can see her upper thighs glistening with her juices. Your cock is throbbing in your pants, demanding to fuck this gorgeous animal squirming in front of you.