Pete was behaving himself well after his first spanking two weeks ago. He was completing his math homework, and his tutor was quite satisfied with his performance. Pete loved impressing her and started to apply himself to his schoolwork. Despite his progression, though, a feeling was building day after day inside him. Pete was itching to get another spanking.
He was a little hesitant to act out, though, because the last time they spoke about it, she had threatened to use a paddle. On top of the erotic feelings her threat elicited, he also felt a considerable amount of trepidation. He'd never been paddled before and was unsure if he could handle it. Despite these worries, the urge only became stronger and stronger, overpowering his fear, and he knew what he had to do.
His tutor had bought the paddle immediately after his first spanking and was excited to try it out on him. As time passed, she wondered if she'd gone too hard on him and scared him away. She figured maybe a reminder was all he needed. At the end of one of their sessions, she subtly brought it up by administering a warning. "Tonight's homework is pretty straightforward, so I expect it to be thoroughly completed and correct. If not, there will be consequences." He picked up on her hint, and arousal rushed over his body. There was no way he was completing his assignment tonight.
The next day when she arrived, Pete noticed her shirt was a bit lower cut than usual, and she wore a new tight skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. Butterflies filled his stomach as they sat down at the dining room table. "Pete, did you complete your assignment?" she asked, hoping he had taken the hint.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry," he replied with a glint in his eye.
"Why not?" she asked sternly, playing her role naturally.
"Well, I was gonna, but then I watched porn instead," he admitted.
"Ohh, Pete, this is not good; that is really naughty behavior," she replied, shaking her head. "What did I say would happen if you didn't prioritize your work?"
"You said I'd get the paddle, ma'am," he answered sheepishly.
"That's right, and on top of that, you were watching porn! There's a time and place for porn, and that is NOT when you are supposed to be doing your homework. I'm very disappointed in you. You're going to get a very hard spanking. This behavior is unacceptable!"
He grew very aroused at her continued scolding. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long, thick wooden paddle with holes drilled in it. A sinking feeling filled his stomach as he realized how much this was going to hurt. She set the paddle down on the table in front of him. It made a loud, dense sound against the table.
"Get up," she ordered. He gulped as he stood up, facing her. She enjoyed the fearful look he held and intended to follow through, giving him exactly what he was afraid of.
"Remove your clothes," she said curtly. She watched as he stripped down, her eyes traveling up and down his body. She dragged her dining room chair to the middle of the room, hiked her skirt up, and sat down. "Over my lap, young man."
He obediently walked over to her, his erection wagging up and down, and bent over her luscious thighs. She immediately started smacking his bare ass with her hand. He moaned in pleasure at the intimate smacks while grinding himself into her lap.
Enjoying his response, she increased the intensity, smacking his ass repeatedly as hard as she could. She spread one of his cheeks, spanked the inner part of it hard five times, and gave the other cheek the same attention. He arched his ass in the air, inviting more. She spanked him several times between his cheeks, hitting near the base of his balls and sometimes landing directly on his hole. "You seem to really be enjoying this," she purred. "Well, that's enough of that. Please, go get me a wooden spoon from the kitchen."
He obediently retrieved a wooden spoon and handed it to her. She took the spoon, grabbed his wrist, and violently pulled him back over her lap. She then delivered one hundred swift stinging spanks to his bare ass. He gritted his teeth through the pain, still enjoying the intimate contact with her legs.
"Stand up. It's time for the paddle," she said abruptly. A mixed feeling of excitement and fear rushed through him as he climbed off her lap. "Go to the living room," she commanded. He walked into the living room, his ass stinging.
He heard the paddle slide off the table behind him as she grabbed it. She continued, her voice very commanding. "Bend over the arm of the loveseat. Reach across and place your hands on the far arm." He obediently bent over the overstuffed arm cushion. He had to stretch to reach the other arm, and he felt very vulnerable, displaying himself over the chair. "You're such a good boy, " she cooed, admiring his body laid out for her. She tapped his bare ass with the heavy paddle.
He braced himself, but he wasn't prepared for the immense pain he felt when the first swat landed squarely in the center of his ass. He felt like his ass exploded. He tried breathing through it but was interrupted by another swat that was even harder than the first, followed by another one, even harder.