You get spanked

Ms Jo sits down behind her desk and crosses her long legs as the other students file out of the room. You approach her desk and wait, trying not to show how terrified you are and trying not to stare at those terrific legs. As soon as the last student walks out, she looks at the door, and it slams shut and locks.

She looks at you with a snarky smile and says, "You've been such a bad boy! You know you're not supposed to be making out in class."

She stares at you. Is she really expecting a response? You say, "Um... I'm sorry."

She arches an eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry... ma'am?"

"And your behavior on the bus. So shameful! It's like you're so horny, you can't even control yourself. Are you horny right now?"

Despite having just cum from Mrs Hav- Stacy's handjob, you can't look at the Asian perfection in front of you without getting hard. "Yes. Yes, ma'am, I'm extremely horny!"

She shakes her head with a mocking frown. "I bet you want to have sex with me right now, don't you?"

"Oh, god yes!" you yell. Then she looks at you sternly, and you remember that she could turn you into a hamster with a thought. "I mean... I'm sorry, ma'am. Yes, I do want to make love to you. Very much."

"Ha! 'Make love'? You didn't 'love' me when I asked you out. You laughed and ridiculed me in front of everyone." She stands up, and you realize that in heels she's several inches taller than you. She looms over you and says, "Yes, you've been a very bad boy. Bad boys need spankings. Take off your pants!"

You hesitate in shock, but only for a moment. Lost in blind panic, you take off all your clothes below the waist.

Ms Jo walks around her desk, and the biggest paddle you've ever seen appears in her hand. It's so big, you're not sure you could even lift it, but she easily holds it with one hand. "Bend over the desk and hold it tight," she commands. "After every spank, I want you to say, 'I'm a pathetic little shit.'"

You bend over the desk and grab the sides as hard as you can. The first strike comes immediately, and it hurts more than you can believe.

"Unnnnggghhh! I'm... I'm a pathetic little... shit."

"Louder!"

WHAM!

"I'm... I'm a pathetic little shit."

"Much Louder!"

WHAM!

"I'm a pathetic little shit!"

"You'd better put some effort into it or I'm going to start REALLY pounding your ass!"

WHAM!

"I'M A PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT!"

WHAM!

"I'M A PATHETIC LITTLE SHIT!"

WHAM!

This goes on for a really long while. By the time she's finished, you're lying on the desk, crying. Ms Jo puts a hand under your chin and lifts your head up until you're standing up straight. She carefully wipes the tears off your face and says, "There, there. Now that you've gotten some of the punishment you deserve, don't you feel better about yourself?"

You sniff up some snot and wipe away a few of your tears. "Yes, ma'am."

She smiles at you. Her smile is gorgeous, incredible, like what every magazine model wishes she could be. Yet it's a little strange, you can't read the emotions in it.

"So," says Ms Jo, "what should I do with you now?"