Funbailey's spanking stories

“Mmm, thank you sir – I love a caring teacher.”

I lookup from her report card (which is a sorry display of B’s and C’s for such a bright student) and immediately I can see what the root of the problem is: Brooke is slouched in the chair opposite me, her shoulders slung back, her youthful and undeniably sexy body spilling from a red summer dress that is far too short for its own good, and her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sucks suggestively on a lollipop.

I shift in my seat. “Will you kindly take that out of your mouth whilst I’m talking to you.”

“Why sir,” she replies, a wide rude smile breaking across her sweet innocent face, “do you want a suck?” She licks the lolly with her little pink tongue and then wraps her luscious lips around it, sucking in her cheeks and holding my gaze with a look that says far more than a nice girl should know.

“Brooke!” I say sternly. “This is English Lit, not 101 Porn Studies.”

“Professor Bailey! The things you say!” She giggles, slouches deeper into the chair, lifts her legs and crosses her feet on my desk. She smiles and continues sucking on her lollipop as her dress rides up to reveal a tempting little v of white panties between her legs.

I know precisely what this little madam is playing at. She is getting excited by the danger of her sexuality. I remind myself that I am in a position of authority and try to retain my composure as I explain that she needs to spend less time indulging in her hedonist pursuits on the beach and more time concentrating on her academic studies. She responds to my reprimands with little drawn out mmhmmm’s that sound more like moans of deep pleasure than murmurs of agreement.

By now my patience is running low, and it is almost on empty when Brooke stops me in mid flow, pulls the lolly from her mouth and says, “Sir, can I ask you a question?”

“Go on.”

She open her legs and says in her sweetest voice, “Are you staring at my panties?”

"Brooke! If you don't behave so help me I'll -"

“You’ll what, sir? I'm not afraid of you.”

"Well young lady, you better be!”

She climbs onto my desk, swinging her knees around and placing her feet on the arms of my chair. She leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You won't do anything. I know what you want. Come and get it.”

She runs the lollipop over my lips. Now I'm hard and raging. She’s pushing her lithe body towards me, her breasts close to my face. Unable to contain myself any longer, I run my hand up her inner thigh and under her skirt. Her panties are shockingly wet. She sighs at my touch and slides her hand down my body.

I grab her arm to stem her progress. “I’ll lose my job.”

“So what? I’m worth it!”

And that’s when I snap. I seize hold of her shoulders and say, “Right young lady, you're going to get something you really deserve!”

She is startled by the angry tone of my voice. Suddenly she loses something of her swagger “What!?”

“You are not too big for a good spanking.”

I grab her and pull her down onto my lap. She struggles. “Professor Bailey! you can't do this!” But her words are undermined by the way she wriggles on my lap, grinding her cute little bottom against my hardness. She knew this coming the moment she walked into my office. And frankly, so did I.

I rise up, perch on the edge of the desk and swing her over my knee.

“Professor, no!”

In spite of my protests, her ass is rising in anticipation of what’s to come. Her short dress rucks up and I help it on its way, exposing her eager ass. Her tiny white panties offer no protection at all, but nevertheless I yank them down, violently, ripping them.

Brooke lets out a hearty yelp and screams, “Help me! Someone rescue me!”

“Yell all you like, Brooke, this has been a long time coming.”

I hold her tight over my knee, raise my hand high in the air and -SPAAAAAAANNNNKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh,” she screams, renewing her struggle.

I tighten my grip and smack her bare bottom with a passion that shocks me almost as much as it does her. The air fills with the sound of SPAANNKK!!! SPAANNKK!!! SPAANNKK!!! on her poor defenceless little ass.
She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. Tears fill her eyes. But she stops struggling and starts letting out little whimpers. Keeping her firm over my knee, I slow the pace down. Hard rhythmic slaps.

“You will learn to behave young lady!”

SPANNKKK!!

“Yes sir,” she sniffs as her body shudders.

I caress her rosy bottom in between each stinging slap. Her whimpers start to mix with little moans. I carry on spanking her with loud steady mesmeric smacks until finally her body is limp in full surrender to me.

I cannot resist slipping my fingers between her legs. She spreads her thighs a little giving me greater access. I slide my finger into her hot tight pussy. The breathless little gasp she lets out is enough to break my heart.

I ask, “Are you going to be a good girl now?

“Yes sir, I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything you ask.”

“Good.” I hold her over my knee for a few more moments, caressing, probing, savouring the warm weight of her sweet eager body.

And then I let her go and sit down on my chair. I slouch back, hold her gaze and say, “Why don’t you show me how good you can be.”

“Yes sir!” she says, with the biggest wickedest grin I have ever seen.