John has a very interesting job. He administers punishment for parents interested in having a professional handle things. When Mr. and Mrs. Williams decide their eighteen year old daughter needs a firm hand, John is prepared to do whatever it takes to get Amy back on the right track. She’s nervous, and even terrified, but nothing will stop the spanking, and when John’s hand descends over and over onto her, this barely legal girl will learn to love the punishment.
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during an erotic spanking encounter. It includes younger woman sex contact, punishment, humiliation, and submission. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.
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“Your guidance counselor and the principal agree with your punishment.” “You talked with Miss Scott and Mr. Adams?” Amy quivered on the bed. Hearing others knew about her spanking added to her humiliation. It wasn’t the first time the school had been consulted. A great deal of misadventures happened at the institution. “Yes, Amy, they know. Now stand up and we’ll get started.” “Don’t I get a say? Don’t you want to hear my side of the story?” Girls always somehow thought he was some great arbitrator, some final judge. “No, Amy, I don’t really care. And I don’t want to hear your lame excuses. I’m not here to decide if what you did was right or wrong. I’m here to spank you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get on your feet and out of those clothes.” Amy whimpered as John took a seat next to her on the bed and pressed his hand to the back of her freshly ironed cotton shirt. He often let girls keep most of their clothes on for their first punishment. For the shyer girls he wouldn’t even pull down their panties till their bottoms were across his lap. But Amy was a manipulator, he knew that during the interview and had it confirmed by the school. She may still be mortified at having to strip and terrified of being spanked by someone she couldn’t control, but to correct her ways would take more than a slow buildup of punishments. At eighteen, time was running out. Amy stood in front of John. Avoiding eye contact, she reached under her pleated skirt to pull down her panties. “No, Amy, all your clothes. Start with your shirt.”