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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
WHACK
'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.
“Ten!”
“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.
"Good."
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.
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