Saturday, 17 December 2016

The Hotel - Part 1 and 2

Chapter 1 - The Receptionist

There would never be another suit like the one he wore; it was one of a kind, just like him. Corey was a man of a multiple expertise. His skills allow him to travel the world in style and comfort. He had the most glorious life, and the looks to go with it. The only thing he might change about himself if pressed might have been his height. He wasn’t particularly small, but he felt that if he was over 6ft instead of just under it, he might have been the perfect specimen.

His thick and lustrous dark brown hair was carefully tousled. His face was strong and defined, his features moulded from granite. Corey was a very handsome man but what set him apart from all the rest, what made him so irresistible to virtually any woman he ever met, was his smile. That was Corey’s secret ingredient. It doesn’t matter if you’re the most beautiful man on the planet, if you don’t wear your smile and own it, you might as well be the elephant man. Confidence is the key.
His travels led him to a brand new hotel on an island just off the South American coast. It was an extremely long journey from his home in Scotland and very expensive but his curiosity commanded he accept his invitation. It came one day, through his letter box. It was a small single piece of card that was decorated in the most extraordinary and splendid manner. Adorned with beautiful colouring and brail like patterns but for all its splendour, it simply read:

 ‘Join us at the Hotel Magnifique, a trip you will never forget.’

The very next day he was on the plane.

He carried only a small suitcase, resting by his side while he queued behind a small group at the hotel front desk. It shouldn’t have taken so long but there was no one to be seen. He checked his IWC Schaffhausen watch and counted the thirty second minute he’d been waiting now. It could have been worse he thought as his eyes floated down to the gigantic pair of cleavages in the queue ahead of him as they turned in conversation.

The blonde spoke first, ‘what is going on, this is ridiculous.’

Corey could see the majority of her body; she wore only a small white tank top that clung to her body and a mini pair of black hot pants. Just looking at her almost gave him an erection. If there was ever an argument that women are sex objects, she was it. Though she clearly worked hard for it, as did her friend, their bodies were extremely tight and toned. He wondered if they were even stronger than he was.

‘I don’t know, surely this can’t be right, where is everyone?’ The brunette replied.

She was of equal size and wore a pair of small denim shorts and a chequered shirt. Though the blonde seemed perky and fun, the brunette seemed to have an air of misery surrounding her.

‘Oh come on,’ huffed the blonde.

‘Oh I hope we don’t end up bumping into Chris Abi, I cannot see him.’

‘Oh don’t think about him Alondra, he’s not worth it, he’s nothing but a cheating scum bag.’

Corey wondered who would be stupid enough to ever cheat on such a magnificently formed woman. What he wouldn’t give to fuck the pair of them. The way it sounded, he might have a good chance with the brunette.

‘Excuse me,’ he said.

They turned to him with surprised expressions. His face bore his charming smile, immediately they felt attracted to him but as they stared into his icy blue eyes, they felt a chill. 

‘Yes?’ Abi said.

‘I can’t help but feel I know you from somewhere,’ he said, staring only at the blonde.

‘Oh…erm yes, you might have seen me on TV, we’re professional wrestlers,’ she replied awkwardly.
His eyes were constantly fixed on her own, she looked at Alondra for assurances that this was quite strange but she was staring at him.

‘That must be it certainly, though I admit I don’t watch wrestling myself, I presume I must have glimpsed you on some occasion and of course, I could never forget such a wonderfully sculpted being.’

Abi gave a brief smile and a nod but said nothing.

‘Well anyway, sorry, I sound odd don’t I. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dawson Saunders and I’m agent, I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard of me, I don’t wish to brag but the company I am employed with is the second largest in the world. I have an eye for talent, and when I look at you I see a great future in female acting.’

Her eyes began to widen.

‘You see, at the moment, actresses are becoming more and more prominent. No longer are women imprisoned by secondary roles in a male all-star cast. The time for women is ripe and I’m looking for strong, beautiful women who can become a shining torch for young girls all over the world. I would love for you to come and audition so I can see what hidden talent you possess besides your obvious beauty.’

Her jaw dropped, she couldn’t believe it. She looked at her friend who seemed just as dumbstruck but never taking her eyes off him.

‘Here, consider my offer, take my card and give me a call. I shall leave you back to your conversation.’

He handed her a personalised Dawson Saunders business card. If they checked the website they would find a picture of him at the agency. They turned back to each other and whispered too each other, he was no longer able to hear. He stood silently and waited, every now and then they would both turn and try catch a glimpse of him, and he would smile back every time he caught them.
He checked his watch and saw he’d been waiting forty minutes now, he was beginning to think he might come back later but finally a tiny redhead girl appeared behind the desk.

At the front of the queue stood a tall and very slim girl in a beautiful yellow frock. She began to speak to the girl but a loud voice bellowed from behind him. It was a thick accent, Corey recognised her to be German. It was not a subtlety in her appearance, she dressed like the definition of a German stereotype for a fraulein named Hildi. Mostly black, with a red apron attached to the front, and a very low cleavage he was grateful for. It looked similar to a maids outfit, he had never seen one before but he loved it.

The young German blonde barged her way to the front, shouting loudly.

‘Excuse me madam,’ she said. The pretty young girl at the front stepped out of her way and went behind her in the queue.

‘Hey, she can’t just jump in!’ Abi said.

The German turned and gave her a menacing stare, then turned back.

Her thick accent came out once more. ‘I was told our room would be cleaned and prepared every morning while we have breakfast, but we have returned and nothing has been done. What is the meaning of this?’

The desk girl seemed very prickly. ‘Well, I am certain that the maids are currently working their way around the hotel, I assume they have not got to your room yet. If you are patient, I am sure they will get there soon. Thank you, next please.’

‘I am not finished thank you,’ the German said, pushing the nice girl back as she approached. ‘What is your name girl?’

‘My name is Grace,’ she said.

‘Well Grace, I demand a maid be sent to our room at once, this is unacceptable. If you do not do this, I want to speak to your manager, I want to tell her how incompetent you are.’

Grace sighed. ‘Very well, I will send one up now. Is that all I can help you with?’

She did not respond but instead turned and marched out of sight.

The girl in the yellow frock approached the desk once more. She had a gentle voice.

‘Hello Grace, my name is Tessa Hardy,’ she said.

‘Yes I know who you are.’

‘The rest of my band will be arriving shortly; I would like to check into my private room.’
‘I would never have guessed,’ Grace said.

She took her passport and other details but everything she did was aggressive, she slammed things down, threw things spoke to her in a patronising and demeaning manner. Finally she threw the rock star her key.

‘Next,’ Grace said, staring past her.

‘Excuse me. I just have one more question.’

Grace sighed. ‘What is it?’

‘Is there some place myself and the band can store our equipment?’

‘No. Next.’

‘It would be most helpful to us if you could find somewhere to store them.’

‘Yes I imagine it would, but unfortunately we don’t so you will have to find somewhere yourself. Next.’


‘Miss, please vacate the line, as you can see I am busy. Thank you. Next.’

She moved out of the way as the wrestlers approached the desk. She was a very pretty girl, with medium length blonde hair and a very slender body. She had that innocent look about her, the gentle girlfriend. Corey felt very sorry for her as she lingered for a moment, confused and upset. After a few moments she turned and walked away.

At the desk, Corey could hear her talking just as ill-mannered as always but there was minimal fuss. Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, Corey approached the desk. She was cute little thing, she wore a knee length brown skirt and matching button up cardigan with a white blouse. She was very slim, and appeared to be active in her lifestyle by her toned muscles.

She stared deeply at him as he spoke. ‘Good morning Grace, I’m afraid I have some rather bad news for you.’

Grace sighed. ‘What is it now?’

‘I’m sorry to inform you,’ he smiled. ‘But my name is Francis Campbell and I am here to inspect your hotel. Here are my credentials.’

He handed her a badge adorned with the suggested name and his picture. She stared at it silently then handed it back.

‘I’m afraid I must inform you that you have scored the lowest possible score for welcome services.’
She said nothing.

‘I’m afraid that even if the rest of your hotel is amazing, this will in all likelihood cost the hotel a star.’

‘Please, no. I’m sorry, don’t do that.’

‘I’m afraid I must, I have seen all I have to see, I believe you are possible the worst receptionist I have ever seen.’

She jumped out of her chair and dashed around the counter and grabbed hold of his hand.

‘Please, don’t score me so low.’

He stared deep into her eyes, she seemed genuinely terrified.

‘I’m sorry Grace.’

‘There has to be something I can do, some way we can resolve this.’

She thought for a moment and then pulled on his hand, he started to follow her as she led him around the counter and through the door behind. They entered a small office with a desk and chair. She sat him down on the chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her gaze, staring back at him were puppy dog eyes of genuine concern. A part of him felt sorry for her.

‘What are you suggesting?’ he said.

Slowly she unbuckled his belt. He stopped her.

‘And now you are adding bribery and sexual harassment to your list of offences.’

‘Oh please, Sir. Please, I don’t know what to do. Don’t do this please.’

Her eyes filled with tears. She sat back onto the legs and covered her face with her hands.

‘Stand up,’ he said.

She stood.

‘Stand over there in the corner.’

She walked to the corner.

‘Face the wall.’

‘I am going to teach you to behave accordingly in your role,’ he said. He rolled up his sleeves as he got to his feet.

She said nothing and stared at the wall. He marched over to her. He stared at the cute firm bottom beneath the skirt, he couldn’t wait to see it. He pushed himself up to her from behind, no doubt she felt his hardness press up against her behind. In any case, she said nothing. He reached his hands around her waist and unbuttoned her cardigan from the bottom upwards. He dropped it to the floor.
‘Raise your hands.’

She hesitated and then did so. Slowly he raised her tank top up her body over her head. He peered around to see her small perky breasts flop out into the open.  Her hands fell down to them, covering them. She shivered. His hands dropped down to her waist, slowly pulling the zip at the back down. Then he tugged on her waist at either side and slide the skirt down, lifting each leg out of it, then taking off her high heels as he knelt, his face pressed up against her firm buttocks. She wore only a tiny black lace thong and then, in a flash it was down by her ankles. He legs trembled as he ran his hands up and around her legs, to her bottom. Briefly he parted her cheeks to catch a glimpse and he wasn’t disappointed of the view.

Suddenly he shot upwards and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her over to the chair. The pain caused her to stagger behind him and then she fell by his guide over his knee flat on her stomach. Her legs and arms hung helplessly in the air. It occurred to her what was about to happen.
‘Oh God,’ she said.

His hand struck her right cheek. She yelped, flinging her legs and arms up in the air. He struck her left cheek. She kicked and cried. Another landed, then another, again and again, smack after smack. She wriggled on his lap, struggling beneath his grasp. The pain was intense, it was a sharp sting when his hand first connected and then until the next one it left a burning pain. She tried to fend him off with her right hand but he pinned it against her back. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes pleaded with him. He smiled back.

‘Please!’ She cried. ‘I’ll be good Francis I swear.’

‘You may call me Sir.’

‘Please Sir!’

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK he responded. He kept his eyes fixed on her tight little bottom as he painted it in pink. His cock was rock hard no doubt she felt it. He felt no shame she herself was soaking his crotch.

Outside the office, he could hear the bell ringing. He ignored it and carried on spanking her.
‘You are going to start treating people with respect,’ he shouted over the sound of his hand.

‘Yes Sir. Absolutely. Ow! Ow!’

‘And you are going to apologise to Tessa and offer her something as a token of your sincere regret.’

‘Yes Sir, yes sir!’

‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment.’

‘But there isn’t..OW OW OW!’She cried.

‘And you are going to find somewhere to store her bands equipment,’ he repeated.

‘Yes sir!’

‘Good,’ he said. He pushed her naked body off her his knees. She dropped to the floor and rubbed her bottom furiously. She stared at him, he could tell she had a burning desire to fuck him but he would not be giving her the pleasure, not yet at least.

‘Now, I will take that blowjob, and you had best be quick about there’s a customer outside.’

Chapter 2 – The Butler

He was a heavyset man. He had to be for his line of work. It was a tough job, but one he enjoyed. It certainly had its perks. One of them wasn’t the uniform. For some strange reason to him, he was required to wear a black tuxedo. It didn’t really suit him in his opinion, he was too rough, too tough looking to pull it off. It was something that Scottish ponce could probably wear, one of the new guests. It was his job to know these things, whenever any new guests arrived. Especially women but it was always useful to know what men were here too.

A voice spoke to him through his ear piece, ‘room 321 has only one guest at breakfast.’

It was a woman’s voice, Maryam, the hotel cook and his partner.

‘Righto,’ he said.

He took a few bites of his toast and downed his orange juice then walked out of his private room. He walked briskly across the hotel, nodding curtly at any passing guests. They were never bothered by him, he tried to be invisible, a hard feat for such a large man but not impossible. Their wealth made it easier for him, most of them would rather pretend he wasn’t there.

He stepped into the elevator as the three sisters stepped out. He was looking forward to his engagement with one of them but that was for later. He rode the lift in solitude up to the third floor. Stepping out of the lift, he looked around and saw the floor was clear. The Butler walked briskly across to room 321, knowing exactly which one it was. He knocked very lightly on the door and waited.

No answer.

He grabbed a key card out of his back pocket and slid it into the door lock. It flashed green. Very quietly he opened the door, taking every care not to make a sound. The closing thud was unavoidable, but silent enough. He crept into the main room and saw a body buried beneath the sheets on right hand side bed. He reached into his pocket and took out a small glass bottle and a handkerchief. It gave off a very strong odour, he took care not to breath any in as he wet the cloth.

Her body remained motionless as he gently covered face with the cloth. After a few seconds he let go, and then pulled the sheets from her body. She was a beautiful brunette, with large breasts. She was slightly bigger than most women but certainly not fat, more muscular which was expected to say she was a wrestler.

He stared down at her naked body, she lay twisted her back flat down but her legs on their side. He slapped her firm bottom hard and squeezed.

‘Nice ass,’ he said.

He felt her breasts, squeezing them.

‘Good tits,’ he said. ‘Surprisingly real.’

Quickly he placed a finger inside her pussy. ‘Not too tight at the front.’

He stuck it in her round the back. ‘Tight-ish at the back, definitely had it before though.’

He parted her legs, laying her straight on her back. Then he positioned himself at the foot of the bed, pulling out his phone. He began to take various pictures of her, ending with her laid on her front with her bottom in the air, making sure to get a nice snap of her asshole.

He wanted desperately to mount her and fuck her but he couldn’t spoil the merchandise. He didn’t get this job by being careless. Instead, he flipped her over on her front and took off his pants, his big dick already poised. He sat on top of her stomach and pushed her tits together around his dick, then thrust himself back and forth.

He didn’t have the luxury of time so he came quickly onto her face. Wishing he could leave it, he forced himself to wipe away his cum with some tissues and then crept out of the room after dressing.

The voice called again in his ear as he moved down the hall. ‘321 is returning.’

‘No problemo, already moving.’

‘451 main target is on the move. Unable to clarify destination or purpose.’

He felt a tingle up his spine. ‘Please advise targets route from dining hall.’

‘Target has taken main exit, looks to be heading for a smoke.’

‘Affirmative,’ he smiled.

He sprinted down the hall and jumped into the empty elevator, taking it to the ground floor. Around the guests he limited himself to a brisk walk across the reception. He saw Grace behind the desk, she seemed to be acting strange, cheerful and friendly. He didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter, it was too late for her.

He reached the fire exit and yanked it open. The lady outside jumped.

‘Oh my, you scared me.’

She was one of the three sisters he saw earlier in the lift. He thought she seemed the quiet type from what he seen and heard of her. She was also extremely tight, with a great body, he wondered at the time if she might be a virgin despite being just over forty. She must have been intelligent as well, she was a physicist for a university.

‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you.’
He closed the fire door behind him and stepped outside. She took a few puffs of her cigarette and succession, while staring at him nervously.

‘Is it wrong to smoke here?’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I won’t tell.’

He smiled. He began to fidget his behind his back, she couldn’t see what he was doing but didn’t think anything of it.

She smiled back. She turned to throw it away. Suddenly he sprung forward and placed the cloth over her face. She struggled and screamed, but he was too strong and the cloth muffled her. After a few short seconds, she passed out.

He gently let her fall to the floor. Her grey cardigan and black skirt were muddied by the dirty floor. Quickly he jumped down the stairs and checked around outside, it wasn’t a totally barren area but not much to hide behind once he left the fire escape. It was deserted for the moment though. He ran back and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. As quickly as he could, he walked down the stairs and ran across the courtyard round the back of the hotel. He felt certain no one outside had seen him.

He unlocked the door to the staff area, and carried her through. He saw a few members of staff, he said nothing to them and they said nothing to him, only watched. Finally he reached the cellar door and opened it, then carried her downstairs.

Downstairs was huge, it was comprised of the same size of the hotel but it was off limits to most customers. He passed many doors, each with room numbers on. He travelled from room ninety six all the way to room twenty four where he stopped and knocked on the door.

A short, stocky bald man opened the door. He had a haughty and aggressive demeanour.

‘Your order sir,’ the butler said, holding her in is arms.

The man grabbed her from him and slammed the door in his face.

‘You’re welcome,’ he muttered, walking back to the hotel.

Monday, 29 August 2016

Mrs Fey's Class - Part 3 - The Dunce

Mrs Fey's Class Part 1
Mrs Fey's Class Part 2


Eliza Coupe

As the girls filed into the classroom, those who had spent it outside were taken aback by the two additional glowing bottoms at the back of the room next to Genevieve. Eliza though had watched the whole thing. She saw everything, and by that she means EVERY THING. They must be humiliated, completely on display for everyone to see, it was barbaric, it was the final straw for Eliza. She was going to escape this wretched place, they were going too far. In the beginning when Eliza first heard about school and rules she thought it was ridiculous then, well not it's gotten ten times worse.
However, Eliza isn't lacking common sense, she's not going to stand up in class, call her teach a stupid bitch and try and jump out of the window. Paris Hilton, her former class mate already tried that and Eliza hasn't seen her since or have any idea where she might be, but she has a sneaky suspicion that it won't be anywhere good. She is on the other hand lacking in intelligence, or at least effort, probably a bit of both to be honest. Her last two grades have been E F, when she did her homework last night, she convinced herself it was ok, but not that she's sat down waiting for it to be passed around, she suddenly realised just how poor it actually was.
And the look on Mrs Fey's face when she dropped her exercise book on her desk with a big red F on it told the story. She was going to be in a lot of trouble. And no sooner had she distributed everyone's homework back did she come and grab Eliza out of her seat by the arm, taking her to the front of the class. Eliza was terrified of a spanking after the afternoon she had witnessed, and her fears were amplified when Mrs Fey pulled down her knickers and hooked up her skirt. She stood embarassed and helpless facing the rest of the class. Mrs fey turned though, and went into the cupboard behind her desk and pulled out a very tall stool and a large coned hat. No one had ever seen these before.
Mrs Fey placed the stool at the front just to the side of her desk and dragged Eliza towards it. Eliza climbed up onto the high stool, and Mrs Fey spun her round so her bare bottom was facing the rest of the class. Then she grabbed the cone, the words DUNCE now clearly visible to her and suddenly she realised. Mrs Fey plonked the cone on her head and went to her bag.
She came back with something in her hand, but Eliza couldn't tell what it was.
'Suck your thumb, now, Dunce,' Mrs Fey demanded. The rest of you open up your science books to page three and start reading the text. You three girls can also come and sit back down. I suggest you so quietly.'
The three girls moved silently and awkwardly back to their seat, each wincing in turn as their red bottoms touched the hair wood of the chair. Eliza sat sucking her thumb, peering at everyone behind her. The Mrs Fey approached from behind and put her hand on her bare bottom. She tried to peer behind her, but couldn't really see, then she felt something on her butt hole.
'Don't you dare move or take that thumb out Dunce,' Tina warned her. Eliza did neither but sat trepidly as something slowly pushed inside her asshole. She could feel it expanding, opening up for whatever it was. It was so uncomfortable, she wished that she could just get a spanking, she closed her eyes and wished. Further and further the thing pushed into her butt, and then when it was half way in, Tina shoved it in fully.
'Ow!' Eliza yelped, her hole stinging a little. But it wasn't too bad, and it was over at least. Mrs Fey went back to her desk and started to write something in marker pen, she couldn't really make it out until she picked it up. It was plastic board attached to little chain, she carried it over and hung it from her little butt plug. Eliza had no idea that it read 'I am stupid'.
'Put your hands up if you have finished reading the chapter.' No one had just yet but after a minute January Jones rocketed her hand up in the air.
'Come here then January,' Mrs Fey beckoned. 'Don't worry you're not in trouble.'
January cautiously approached Mrs Fey at the front who was standing next to Eliza, watching from the corner of her eye. Mrs Fey pulls her hand out from behind her back and hands January a hairbrush.
'Our Dunce here is giving our classroom a bad reputation now and she's letting everyone down. So it's only fair that you all get to punish her for it. So away you go January.'
January couldn't believe her luck, she lifted the brush up straight away. Eliza looked at her eyes wide open, begging her not to. January smiled. Then swung it as hard as she could across her right cheek. Eliza's scream was muffled by her thumb and the ripple to her cheek made the dangling chain rattle. It rattled again and again as January beat her like a dusty carpet that had just murdered her dog. Eliza felt tears rolling down her cheek as her buns were roasted by someone ten minutes she thought was her friend. After just over thirty seconds someone else put their hand up, and Mrs Fey had to snatch the hair brush from January's grasp after she almost refused to stop.
'Good girl January,' Mrs Fey smiled, January looked the picture of pride. 'Come on then Miss Portman.'
Natalie made her way to the front. She did not appear to want to do this to Eliza but Mrs Fey wasn't giving them a choice. She gave her an empathetic look and then she struck again and again. By the time the exercise was finished, Eliza's bottom was glowing red.
Eliza was so sore and angry, but non so more than with January, for although everyone gave her a good thrashing, January was the only one who not only enjoyed it but didn't even try to hide her enjoyment. But Eliza new a secret, Eliza knew that it was January who told on Nicky and Julia. So she sat there, thumb in her mouth, crying, with a bottom redder than Rudolf's nose and a sign hanging from a butt plug inside her, just waiting till she can have her revenge.
The hour of normal school hours was from 3pm until 4pm. Eliza still wasn't allowed to move though because there no point in dunces trying to do spelling. Mrs Fey announced to the class she had a game for everyone, the winner would compete in the inter class spelling competition the following week and would also win a special prize from Mrs Fey. But everytime someone was eliminated they would get a number of straps from her depending on how may they got correct.
Each girl therefore had their knickers down and the skirt up ready in case the lost and each were knelt upon their chair.
The first girl was Abigail, who was asked to spell disentangle. She got it wrong and received thirty whacks with the strap. Natalie Portman then went next and got hers correct. Julia Stiles almost cried when she got hers wrong by one letter, and had to receive thirty whacks to her already red bottom. Genevieve breathed a sigh of relief when she got hers correct. Alicia Keys got hers correct, Ashanti though received thirty for her incorrect answer. Jamie Lynn Sigler also was on the end of the strap, aswell as Janina Gavinkar. January get a huge smug grin when she got hers correct, and Nicky nearly jumped out of her skin when she got thirty fresh whacks to her butt. The dunce also got thirty for being too stupid to compete.
Into the semi final, playing for twenty whacks. Natalie Portman gets hers wrong much to her dispair and receives her strap. Genevieve swiftly follows her with a poor effort for hers, she lets out a large yelp as her buns have their tan topped up. Alicia Keys also gets her incorrect much to everyones dismay and her bottoms pain and finally January gets her spells hers correctly and wins the tournament. With then minutes left in the lesson, Mrs Fey announces that January has won the right to pick any student who to spend the rest of the lesson going down on her. January chooses Janina Gavinkar, but before she does she asks Mrs Fey if she can spank the Dunce again first. Mrs Fey allows it but without the hairbrush this time.
Eliza's blood boils as hot as her bottom. January doesn't care in the slightest though and smacks her bottom with her palm with a smile from ear to ear. After five minutes and a thorough effort, with the dunce in tears, January goes back to her seat. Janina angrily kneels down before her and begins to lick her out until the lesson finishes. By the end of the lesson, there's not a single person who doesn't want to bring January down a peg, and when Mrs Fey announces the Dunce, Genevieve, Nicky and Julia need to report to detention at Mrs Britton's, she wonders if she will get the chance to plot their revenge.

Late - Genevieve


Genevieve Cortese

Tina Fey

Genevieve skipped lunch again that day. She knew she shouldn't have, but she wanted to meet with Alaina so badly she couldn't resist. They met in the field near the water-tower and in just seconds they were kissing and she was pawing inside her skirt. Terrified that someone would see her returning from lunch dishevelled and dirty, she made her wait while she carefully dis-robed.
Wearing just her underwear she came back to her and Alaina spread her legs. Her pussy looked so wet and juicy, her eyes burned with desire and she knelt and kissed it, looking up at her with her eyes shining. She knew what she wanted but there was no way. She wanted to feel something inside her, deep inside her but there were no boys to speak of. So instead she buried her tongue in her makeshift girlfriends snatch on him a little until she was about to burst. Then they swapped over, and Genevieve felt a little ecstasy, she wanted to scream it felt so good and so bad.
It was over in seconds, it seemed. It had been that long for her. Like a really good amusement park ride it never seemed to last long enough. They kissed and Alaina reminded her that they couldn't be late getting back to classes. She ran off towards her class and Genevieve dressed as quickly as she could and headed for hers.
It was a ten-minute trot back to the school and Genevieve was worried she'd be late. With only a half-hour for lunch it was nuts to meet Alaina this way. But evenings were so regulated that it was almost impossible to get away for any length of time that it seemed lunch was the only opportunity they had.
Genevieve knew before she arrived at the school she was late. The hallways were deserted and that could only mean one thing. She quietly opened the door to Mrs. Fey's Mathematics class and tried to slip into her seat unnoticed. It didn't work.
"I see you finally decided to join us, Ms. Cortese. How decent of you." Mrs. Fey's voice dripped sarcasm. "Isn't this your third tardy this month?"
"I-I'm not sure, Mrs. Fey. I'm terribly sorry. It won't happen again."
"I'm sure you are sorry, dear, but that will not take the place of proper discipline. To the front of the class girl! Assume the position."
Genevieve did not move.
Come dear, or I shall send you to Mrs Britton”
Genevieve jumped out of her chair.
Her heart sinking to her ankles she slowly walked to the front of the class. Her face burned and she tried to ignore the snickers from the other girls. Genevieve had tasted Mrs. Fey's punishment just over a week earlier for this same infraction and knew that this time it would be worse. Mrs. Fey hated her class being disrupted for any reason, and she loved to inflict harsh discipline.
At the front of the class Genevieve lifted up her skirt and Mrs Fey hooked it in place by the back of her collar. Mrs Fey then quickly yanked down Genevieves knickers and placed them on her desk. Unsure how she was to be punished, Genevieve was surprised to find Mrs Fey forcing her down onto all fours before her, with her bottom facing the rest of the class and her waist between Mrs Feys legs. Mrs Fey's calf’s were pressing against her ribs firmly but not painfully, holding her still. She could feel every single eye in the classroom staring at her two holes. Her face was blood red with shame as she could hear the giggles from the class, especially that January Jones. Genevieve hated her.
"You are going to remember this time, that you are not to be late.”
Her heart pounded in terror and Genevieve waited, dreading what was about to come. Her bare bottom faced the class and she had never felt so humiliated in all her life. She cursed Mrs. Fey in her mind and she cursed Alaina for getting her into this. Thinking of her made her sex stir, however, and Genevieve realized that kneeling before the class was arousing her.
So if you open up your text books to page fourteen..”
But what was happening? Mrs. Fey was continuing the maths lecture as though Genevieve wasn't there. She squirmed and waited. Mrs. Fey continued, rambling about coefficients and other nonsense. Genevieve felt her cheeks flushing as she waited, her sex tingling. Here she was, naked in front of her friends, waiting to be punished. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Time passed. Genevieve almost became bored, but she definitely did not want the time to go by faster. Each second that ticked by brought her closer to her punishment and she dreaded whatever Mrs. Fey was planning.
Finally, at five minutes to two o'clock Mrs. Fey stopped lecturing and gave the next day's homework assignment. Then she bade the class to put away their books and observe. Genevieve had no doubt that it was her turn to be the centre of attention and she was not excited about it at all.
"Well, Genevieve, I trust you've had plenty of time to think about your behaviour?"
Genevieve nodded, tears already forming in her eyes.
"Good. Now I want you to remember this punishment, Genevieve. There is no excuse for being late to my class! Three times in two weeks! Unforgivable! And I believe I already smacked your bottom once for this infraction. This time it shall be double! And to make sure you remember, I'm going to give use the paddle.”
Genevieve almost died at the thought of it. Now it made sense, the position she had standing over her, she had a perfect angle to swing the paddle down.
With those words the teacher left her for a moment, giving her a quick chance to glance behind her at her eager eyed classmates. She instantly regretted looking back. Mrs Fey took a large wooden paddle from her desk drawer and stepped back over Genevieve. Holding the paddle firmly with both hands she lifted it high above her head.
I want everyone to count to twenty, but Genevieve I want you to say thank you Mrs Fey after each one.”
She swung down hard, slamming the paddle onto Genevieve's bottom from above
'One,' the girls chorused
ow ow ow, thank you Mrs Fey,” she yelped. The pain was already too much.
The second loud smack echoed throughout the room making it sound more horrible than it was but still pretty horrible.
Wham! It came down again, each time worse than the last and always having to thank her as her classmates counted in giggles, Wham! Wham! Wham! came three in a row. Genevieve couldn't help but flop down onto her stomach sometimes, the force on her bottom was just too much and she could feel it burning.
Thank you Mrs Fey.”
Genevieve wept silently.
Taking a step back Mrs. Fey took her time with the next one, swinging it as hard as she could. WHAM! The sound was deafening, and Genevieve cried out it hurt so much. She choked back her cries and wept miserably, knowing that this was just the beginning. She still had nine more to go. She didn't know how she was going to take that.
I hope you are learning your lesson.”
Genevieve felt Mrs Feys hand grab beneath her stomach lifting her up onto her feet and tucked under her arm. She felt the paddle land again, not as hard this time, but still bad. She couldn't take any more, it was too much! But she knew that an alternative punishment would be even worse. She had to obey Mrs. Fey and cooperate.
"Like I said, Genevieve, you are going to remember this lesson. This *will* be the last time you are tardy, do you hear me? If you are late again you will not only get double what you get today, but you will be having lunch by yourself in this classroom for the rest of the year, do you hear me?"
Genevieve nodded furiously. She would not be late again. She would be early for Mrs. Fey's classes from now on. No question.
Genevieve gasped as she rained eight final whacks to her sore bottom and then heard it land on the desk with a clunk. She breathed a sigh of relief as she gave her final thanks. Yet something was wrong, she was still firmly gripped in place. A sharper sting landed on her bottom, it was the unmistakable feel of an open palmed hand smacking against her bottom. She could hear the whispers of the class as everyone marvelled at this progression. They came hard and they came fast! She tried to keep up with her thank you's but she couldn't, but it seemed like she wasn't supposed to now.
Many of the student started feeling quite sorry for poor Genevieve as the bell for final break rang.
Mrs Fey abrubtly stopped spanking her, Genevieve continued to cry though as she hid away from the class under Mrs Fey's arm.
Time for break, all of you out and I expect you all back on time,” the girls scurried out whispering frantically as Genevieve remained gripped in place. When the last of the girls left the classroom, Mrs Fey eased up on her hold. Genevieve stood upright, rubbing her sore bottom. But once more Mrs Fey grabbed her, this time by the arm and dragged her around her desk to her chair. She sat down and pulled Genevieve down not over her knee, but laid up her knee so that both her thighs rested either side of Mrs fey's right leg and her bare snatch was on the top of her knee. Mrs Fey did not waste any time.
SMACK The first was just as bad as the last and they continued hard and fast once more. Mrs Fey was spanking her that quickly she managed to get three spanks in every second. She gasped, tears flooding her eyes. The pain burned from her flesh, stinging deeper and deeper as though it she was sat on a red hot radiator.
She gripped Mrs Fey tightly, it was all she could do to not reach around and grab her ass. Genevieve's body was covered with a film of sweat as she gasped and struggled to carry on. She didn't think could take any more, but more came and she took it. She had no choice.
Genevieve reached a point when she was crying and screaming out so loud that she reminded herself of a small child who had just been told she wasn't allowed any ice cream. She was kicking, and crying and acting like a toddler, not a thirty four year old woman. She knew already she wouldn't be sitting comfortably for at least a week, maybe if she stopped wailing, it might be over.
And sure enough, as she laid their silent and still, Mrs Fey gradually slowed and came to a stop. Mrs Fey gripped Genevieve and lifted her onto her feet again marching her across the room to the corner. She placed her facing it with her hands placed on top of her head and then left the room. Genevieve immediately gasped and rubbed her bottom ferociously. That was the most painful thing she had ever experienced and all for a few seconds of pleasure. Never again.

The End