May 11th, 2015 
Anonymous Bad Girls Get Spanked, Punishment Phone Sex by Chastity
Headmaster looked me up and down sternly as I entered his office and took a seat in the chair directly in front of his desk. His fierce blue-green eyes pierced me making the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “We have high standards here for our young ladies and to find out that you are spewing perversities toward your teachers simply will not be tolerated, young lady.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong, Headmaster, I…” my words trailed off as he held up one strong masculine hand and cut me off saying, “Do you honestly think telling your teacher to go fuck herself with a splintered yardstick is acceptable behavior?” I crossed my arms under my tits, scrunched up my nose and replied, “No Sir” with as much acid in my voice as possible.
“You need to be taught a lesson, young lady so stand, bend over and hands on my desk, NOW!” He demanded firmly and I begrudgingly did as I was told. Headmaster stood from behind his desk, tall and intimidating as he moved around it with a yardstick in hand. The very object I had mentioned in my insult towards my teacher was now going to be used for my punishment. He lifted up my skirt exposing my bare cheeks and thong panties underneath…
When I began to protest he replied in a loud authoritative voice “Not one word, if you dare to speak then I will add spankings for each and every letter.” I immediately swallowed my words as he began to strike my plump little ass. From the first strike it began to sting, the yardstick making loud echoing swatting sounds with each strike. My gasps and cries mixed with the sharp smacks. I could feel my ass turning red, the stinging burn spreading over my backside. He didn’t say a word and gave no indications of how many swats I was going to have to endure.
Suddenly he pressed the back of my head down, forcing my face against the desktop and began striking me even harder. He was so strong and spanking me so hard that I thought the yardstick might break at any moment. Not only that but being bent over at such an exaggerated angle the yardstick was now lashing my pussy lips with each stinging strike. The tingling spreading to my clit and my pussy began to react in an unexpected way. Each strike of the yardstick making me wetter, hotter, my moans getting louder until my body couldn’t take it anymore. He had to be able to see my panties getting wet, hear the difference in the sounds I was making as he landed hard strike after hard strike directly onto my engorged clit. At the moment I heard the yardstick finally snap I saw stars and exploded into orgasm causing my whole body to spasm uncontrollably. I was sweaty, my thong panties had been soaked through, my bare ass was throbbing and I knew my cheeks had to be a violent shade of red. As my hands felt the raised welts I realized that sitting down for the next week was going to be painful and that the welts would turn to purple bruises soon enough. As he put the broken yardstick down, leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Run along now, young lady and I hope I don’t have a reason to repeat this lesson or else I won’t be so nice the next time…”
~Smooches~ from Cha Cha (Chastity)
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Beautifully written, Princess. You should write a book. 🙂