241008態度が悪い子に理解させた件d3

The slutty schoolgirl, Yumi, was in deep trouble. Her rebellious attitude had finally caught up with her, and she found herself summoned to the principal’s office. Nervously, she adjusted her short skirt, wondering what punishment awaited her this time.

Principal JapaneseNerd opened the door, his stern eyes pounding her with a gaze. “Yumi, in my office. Now,” he commanded. She promptly obeyed, scurrying past him. Once inside, he closed the door with a sharp click.

“Sit,” he ordered. Yumi plopped down in a chair, fidgeting anxiously as the principal leaned back and removed his glasses. “I’m tired of your attitude and endless detentions, young lady. It’s time for a lesson in respect.”

Yumi gulped. She knew this would be humiliating. The principal reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a riding crop. He eyed it, then Yumi. “Stand up and bend over my desk. Now.”

Yumi hesitated only a second before obeying, her heart racing. She bent over the principal’s desk, feeling the whoosh of cool air on her bottom as he lifted her skirt. She wore only a thin pair of white cotton panties underneath.

SMACK! The first blow from the riding crop caught her completely off guard. Yumi yelped at the sharp sting against her delicate panties. Tears welled in her eyes as she gripped the edge of the desk.

“Ow! Principal, please!” she whimpered. But he ignored her pleas, raining down another three hard smacks. The crack of the crop echoed through the office along with her painful cries.

“Attitude like yours won’t be tolerated. You’ll learn respect,” Principal JapaneseNerd said sternly as he delivered five more harsh whacks across her jiggling, reddened buttocks. Even through her pain, Yumi felt humiliation and strange tingles she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Please stop, it hurts!” she sobbed, her face flush with tears and embarrassment. But he continued the brutal spanking, ignoring her pleas.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Each blow sent her quivering flesh rippling against the smooth wooden desk. Yumi’s hair shook as she clung to the edge, gasping and wailing. The pain was intense, but was it mixed with the first stirrings of forbidden pleasure?

“Settle down, you brat!” the principal scolded. To Yumi’s further horror, he slowly pulled her panties down to her knees with one hand while keeping her bent over with the other. “I won’t have you disobeying again. You’re going to learn to obey your elders.”

Yumi turned her crimson face away as he bared her plump, red bottom to his gaze. She felt utterly exposed and vulnerable, knowing there was no escape. Her flesh burned hotly but something else stirred deep within her.

“Over my knee,” he ordered. Without considering the humiliating intimacy of the pose, Yumi allowed him to bend her over his lap, surrendering to her punishment. His thighs were firm against her naked belly; his breath stirred her hair.

CRACK! The crop bit into her sensitive skin again, sending fire blooming across her naughty behind. She squirmed and squealed into his lap, but he held her fast with an iron grip. CRACK! CRACK! He spanked her mercilessly as she sobbed and begged, her body jerked with each cruel blow.

Yumi felt the first sparks of arousal as unchaste tingles bloomed between her legs, dampness gathering in her core. Shameful though it was, each painful smack seemed to stir simmering, forbidden pleasures in her young body.

“Aaah! I’m sorry!” she cried through her sobs. The principal made her say it again, and then again, as he thoroughly spanked her quivering bottom into submission. He wouldn’t stop until her stinging cheeks glowed red hot with his brand of discipline.

CRACK! CRACK! The riding crop danced across her squirming, vulnerable flesh, setting her alight with stinging pain and naughty delight. Yumi’s core ached and throbbed as shameful arousal blossomed deep inside. She didn’t want to admit how good it felt to be cleaned by her stern, older principal.

Finally, he let up, cradling her over his lap as she panted through the painful aftershocks. Humiliated tears stained her cheeks. “Do you understand now, Yumi?” he asked, his voice low.

“Y-yes sir,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for being bad.”

Principal JapaneseNerd patted her sore bottom only gently, a parody of comfort. “You’ll be obedient from now on, yes?” She nodded quickly. “When I send you to the hall, then, you’ll receive your next lesson. Bend over the bench, I think.”

Yumi trembled, hardly daring to imagine what new punishments awaited her – and what forbidden pleasures, if her traitorous body had anything to say about it. Cheeks burning with shame and arousal, she straightened her skirt and fled from the office to obey her principal’s next order.

She had a feeling today’s discipline had only just begun…