She walked in, dressed in a traditional schoolgirl uniform, whilst I was naked. “How many?” “Twelve, six wasn’t enough last time”.

“Assume the position”

Skirt raised, paddle in hand, the first stroke is harsh, but each one gets harder. Cries of pain and pleasure escape tight lips, and my cock hardens against her.

By the ninth stroke, I’m cumming over her cotton panties, trembling helplessly over her knee beneath each crack of the paddle. Even through my climax, she keeps going, drawing out every shiver and broken moan before delivering the final strokes to my burning red arse.