I love walking down the hallways of my high school and watching how the students respond to me. The well-behaved students, they tell me hello and keep on walking. The ones that act up, though, well… they know by now that they deserve whatever discipline I decide to give them, but that doesn’t mean that it’s pleasant for them.
Even when they enjoy it, it’s still not pleasant. But I love every second of it! Oh, the little whines that they can’t quite hold back when I open my very special desk drawer to pull out my paddle always get me just a little bit wet!
I’ve got to admit I love using my bare hand better, though. There’s nothing quite like the feel of their flesh quivering with every smack, or how their skin turns hot underneath my hand. It take some time to get them to this point, where they understand and expect to get punished, they know they need the discipline. A little manipulation is needed, to make them feel so ashamed with the things that they do, that however I decided to discipline them is exactly what they deserve.
And if on occasion, I can’t help but stroke those bottoms across my lap… or undo my shirt so I can play with my tits while they squirm and fuss, who could really blame me? Doesn’t matter if it’s a young man or woman, their asses almost always look so sweet and tight and luscious spread out in front of me.
When I start to pet them, all that fussing turns to confusion and turned on moans. Sometimes I’ll do that till they cum with a low squeal; other times I have them leave my office sore and wanting. Their punishment and pleasure is dependent on what I want to do to them. Boy, do I have plenty of stories to tell you!