a little girl helplessly trailing a much older guardian, even though Logan Chance was just a few years her senior.
She was in his study now and stood looking around as he shut the door. His father was a sailboat enthusiast and the walls were covered with all sorts of photos of the family sailing. Everyone was all smiles and decked out in almost cheesy sailing garb.
But her attention was quickly diverted back to the headmaster as he came to stand in front of her.
“Anna, look at me,” he said.
She forced herself to meet his gaze.
“You didn’t come to me with what you knew about Beck and Hannah. Why?”
She tried to think of an acceptable lie but couldn’t, so she opted for the truth.
“I knew you’d expel them so I…” She stopped.
“So you went over my head?”
Anna nodded. “I guess you can say that.”
“And what did I tell you about how I operate?”
“You told me that you…that you were the authority. And that I answer to you.”
“That’s right,” he said. “But you defied me, again, didn’t you?”
“Defiance is such a strong word,” she said. “I like to think I …”
But before she could finish the sentence, the headmaster had landed a stinging, open-handed slap on her bottom. Anna yelped and quickly rubbed her bottom as tears sprung to her eyes.
“Alright!” she said, daring to glare at him for the affront. “I defied you, OK? I didn’t agree with what I knew you’d do. I didn’t think expulsion was warranted and so I went to Mr. Bartlett. It was my car, after all...”
“But they are my students!” he said.
“They’re Bridgestone students!” she shot back. “So they’re mine, too!”
“But I’m in charge!” he said.
“So?” she retorted, and her response surprised them both. Anna again wondered what was wrong with her. She was goading him? But why? Did she want him to spank her? Was that why she’d defied him? Was that why she’d followed him to his car and into his house like some obedient little geisha? Was that why she wasn’t resisting, but only whimpering in fear as he sat down then in his study and pulled her across his lap? Was that why she was allowing him to pull up the hem of her skirt?
“I don’t think anything is going to get through to you unless it’s on the bare bottom,” he said. “That’s why I brought you here. You’re going to learn once and for all who is in charge, Anna Fowler.”
That snapped her out of it. On the bare? Was he serious?
“No!” she cried. “You can’t! Please! Please Mr. Chance! Don’t!”
But he ignored her and she felt her panties being slid down to mid-thigh. The AC had kicked on and the cool air washed over her exposed buttocks. She felt his hand, warm and hard, lay across her bottom then with a proprietary familiarity that caused her to blush, in part because she still didn’t resist.
The hand moved and when it descended again it was in a stinging slap that caused her to bolt forward on his lap. She couldn’t imagine anything hurting as bad as the paddle but in a way this was worse. It was a different kind of sting, but worse in that he spanked harder and faster now than he had with the paddle. Anna didn’t even have time to catch her breath between the steady, methodical slaps that peppered her upturned bottom. She began to kick and rock back and forth, but he held her fast and she sobbed harder as pain blended with the humiliating knowledge that she could not stop her legs from kicking and pin-wheeling apart, exposing the neatly shaved pussy between them.
Logan Chance aimed the majority of his spanks at her lower buttocks, reddening them quickly until the sting was first barely bearable and then unbearable. Anna was quickly becoming a sobbing, hysterical wreck as she tried to push herself off his lap. But he held her tight.
“Are you going to defy me again, young lady?” he asked.
“NO! NO! NO!” Anna screamed the words, as if volume could convince him if her tone did not.
She was in his study now and stood looking around as he shut the door. His father was a sailboat enthusiast and the walls were covered with all sorts of photos of the family sailing. Everyone was all smiles and decked out in almost cheesy sailing garb.
But her attention was quickly diverted back to the headmaster as he came to stand in front of her.
“Anna, look at me,” he said.
She forced herself to meet his gaze.
“You didn’t come to me with what you knew about Beck and Hannah. Why?”
She tried to think of an acceptable lie but couldn’t, so she opted for the truth.
“I knew you’d expel them so I…” She stopped.
“So you went over my head?”
Anna nodded. “I guess you can say that.”
“And what did I tell you about how I operate?”
“You told me that you…that you were the authority. And that I answer to you.”
“That’s right,” he said. “But you defied me, again, didn’t you?”
“Defiance is such a strong word,” she said. “I like to think I …”
But before she could finish the sentence, the headmaster had landed a stinging, open-handed slap on her bottom. Anna yelped and quickly rubbed her bottom as tears sprung to her eyes.
“Alright!” she said, daring to glare at him for the affront. “I defied you, OK? I didn’t agree with what I knew you’d do. I didn’t think expulsion was warranted and so I went to Mr. Bartlett. It was my car, after all...”
“But they are my students!” he said.
“They’re Bridgestone students!” she shot back. “So they’re mine, too!”
“But I’m in charge!” he said.
“So?” she retorted, and her response surprised them both. Anna again wondered what was wrong with her. She was goading him? But why? Did she want him to spank her? Was that why she’d defied him? Was that why she’d followed him to his car and into his house like some obedient little geisha? Was that why she wasn’t resisting, but only whimpering in fear as he sat down then in his study and pulled her across his lap? Was that why she was allowing him to pull up the hem of her skirt?
“I don’t think anything is going to get through to you unless it’s on the bare bottom,” he said. “That’s why I brought you here. You’re going to learn once and for all who is in charge, Anna Fowler.”
That snapped her out of it. On the bare? Was he serious?
“No!” she cried. “You can’t! Please! Please Mr. Chance! Don’t!”
But he ignored her and she felt her panties being slid down to mid-thigh. The AC had kicked on and the cool air washed over her exposed buttocks. She felt his hand, warm and hard, lay across her bottom then with a proprietary familiarity that caused her to blush, in part because she still didn’t resist.
The hand moved and when it descended again it was in a stinging slap that caused her to bolt forward on his lap. She couldn’t imagine anything hurting as bad as the paddle but in a way this was worse. It was a different kind of sting, but worse in that he spanked harder and faster now than he had with the paddle. Anna didn’t even have time to catch her breath between the steady, methodical slaps that peppered her upturned bottom. She began to kick and rock back and forth, but he held her fast and she sobbed harder as pain blended with the humiliating knowledge that she could not stop her legs from kicking and pin-wheeling apart, exposing the neatly shaved pussy between them.
Logan Chance aimed the majority of his spanks at her lower buttocks, reddening them quickly until the sting was first barely bearable and then unbearable. Anna was quickly becoming a sobbing, hysterical wreck as she tried to push herself off his lap. But he held her tight.
“Are you going to defy me again, young lady?” he asked.
“NO! NO! NO!” Anna screamed the words, as if volume could convince him if her tone did not.
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