Sharon met me the following night in the pool office and that delicious ass was mine to spank. I had known Sharon in high school, had always salivated over the thought of her tight curvaceous bottom, but, I had no idea what she was into. I learned so much from her. Mostly I thank her for the ability to spot women who seek to play the wonderful games I enjoyed with her.For three summers, we met at least three times per week. All this time she had a permanent boyfriend who she eventually married; she did complain, however about his lack of dominance and imagination. On to the night in question.

Sharon wore that same schoolgirl outfit which I had seen the previous night. She carried a large purse and when we had settled into the office. She shyly reached into it and extracted a table tennis paddle. She sat across from me at the desk. She stared lewdly into my eyes and kissed the paddle. Then still maintaining eye contact, she licked it and sucked on the edge of it in an openly suggestive manor. Next she placed the paddle on the desk between us.

She grabbed the front of her short kilt and pulled it down between her legs and gave the most innocent, sweet smile imaginable. “Did you like my essay, Mr. Watson,” she asked. Looking demurely down at the floor. She twisted the material of her kilt in her hands, acting fidgety and nervous. Little glimpses of her pantied crotch were revealed as she gathered and pulled on the skirt. If she wanted role-play I was going to give her the damndest scene she could imagine. I wanted her coming back for more.

“This essay,” I leaned forward menacingly, “is full of plagiarism. You Miss Wallace, will fail your year. I will be calling your parents tomorrow.” She began to cry lifting her kilt and lowering her face to dab her eyes. She nervously opened and closed her thighs as she cried and the glories of her clad pussy and the delicate creases at the start of her ass, fanned my growing lust.

“Please Mr. Watson, don’t expel me. Don’t tell my parents.” She arose from her seat and slunk over to my side of the desk. She sat on my lap and threw her arms around my neck. She wiggled that spectacular ass on my rock-hard prick. “You can punish me, yourself, sir. I will never, never do that again.”

“I think, Miss, that you should get over my knee and prepare yourself for a good spanking. What do you have to say about that?” I stood her up, feeling her precious tits and aroused nipples as I did so. She bent over my lap. “That kilt is in the way Miss Wallace.” She flipped her pleated skirt over her back and there was the beautiful prize. Sheer transparent panties hugged her exposed bum. I rubbed my hand over her stretched bottom and then felt the warmth and moisture of her cunt peeking from between her legs.

“Oh sir, don’t be a bad daddy. Don’t feel up my pouty little cunt, sir. I’m so ashamed.” At this she rocked and pressed her hips into me, setting up a wonderful waving motion of her ass and pussy. I spread her long legs wider apart then reached for the paddle. I rubbed the Paddle over Sharon’s ass and thighs.

“You are going to receive a lesson you won’t soon forget little lady.” I had never before had the pleasure of spanking a bottom and I was drooling in anticipation. My mind had been enfevered by the idea since the preceding night.

“Oh sir then I had better hold on,” she suggested. Her outside hand reached under herself and she undid my fly. She took my engorged cock in her hand and squeezed it, holding on like she was afraid of falling off my lap.

Then, at last. I began to paddle her smooth waiting ass. The sight of her flesh turning pink, red, scarlet; the jiggling and dancing muscles of her bum, urged me on to faster and fiercer blows. I was in a sweat from both effort and excitement. Iwas determined to spank her ass as she had never been spanked before. I worked over her bum, her thighs, up and down her legs, on the tender flesh of her inner legs. She was writhing and crying. “ Oh sir, don’t stop.” She pleaded as she cried. I could not have stopped. I was in a mad sadistic lust; delivering pain to that spectacular ass. I had never experienced this sadistic side to my nature and it had me in a drunken passion.

I ripped off her panties with my free left hand and continued to rain blows on her gorgeous swollen bum. She began to spasm and flip about in a wild panting orgasm. Her hand clenched about my raging prick and she started to jerk me off with abandon. “Oh God, oh fuck. OOOooooo yeah…we were both screaming out and cumming together. I did not ease up on my paddling and she did not ease up from milking my pumping cock. Soon we both found ourselves slumped to the floor. My cock squirting away in her hand. I was pinching and punishing the cheeks of her heated ass.

“Oh, sir.” She whispered and kissed me as we lay in each other’s arms.