SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! Three red spots appeared on Jemma's asscheeks. She gasped as her breasts pressed forward on the cold, metal desk.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! Her globes were becoming pink. She squirmed but Mr. Mason held her tightly. He could feel her discomfort. It aroused him.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" she cried.

SWAT!! SWAT!! SWAT!! Her legs parted a little wider. Her eyes watered with tears as the pain increased. Her ass was getting warm. Her pussy was getting warmer.

"Please, Mr. Mason. Please stop!!" she cried. She trembled, hoping that he would not tell that she enjoyed this.

"We are just beginning, Jenna." he said. He then let go of her, and walked over to the chalkboard. There, he picked up the pointer and returned. She looked back at him, afraid of what he might do with that long piece of wood.

"No, no, not that, sir." she exclaimed.

"Now stay quiet, Jenna. Someone may hear you scream." He walked back to her, took his hand and smoothed it over her pink asscheeks. "We need to put a few welts across here."

Slowly, he took his hand and placed it against the small of her back. It kept her from moving. He raised the pointer in the air and brought it down across her quivering globes.

"OOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwww!!" A red welt raised from her buttocks. The 3 foot long pointer indeed increased her pain. "God, that hurt," she said.

Three more times, Mr. Mason raised the pointer and laid it across her ass. Four ugly red welts appeared on her ass. She quivered at each stroke, raising on tiptoes, forcing her body forward as if to try to avoid the blows. A cry came with each blow.

Exhausted, Jenna weeped slowly. Mr. Mason dropped the pointer on the floor and returned to Jenna's ass. He massaged the welts slowly, causing Jenna to sigh and moan.

"Did you enjoy that, young lady?" he asked.

She could not bring herself to admit her arousal. "No, Sir" she said. But she put her head in her arms and hid her quiet smile. A litte more and she would cum, she thought.

But Mr. Mason had to go to his meeting, not to mention his young teacher. He pulled her black skirt over her punished ass. He lifted her up and turned her towards him. "Well, thank me, then" he told his naughty girl.

"Thank you, Sir." Jenna complied meekly.

He began to leave the room, then turned to her and said "By the way, drop by my office after school around 4."

Jenna looked back at him. "Yes, sir." she replied. She wondered what the afternoon would bring as she rubbed her sore behind.