boldly inquired before the first smack fell. Lionel pushed her tunic up to her waist while he decided how to reply. His ego urged him to reveal that Jessie’s favors had not been withheld. He also wondered whether such a revelation might spur Lorna to give in as well, so as not to be deemed less sophisticated than a child like Jessie. But in the end honor dictated the only possible answer.
“Oh, my date with Jessie was strictly platonic.”
“Oh, I see.”
“And besides,” Smack! “She’s not a little flirt!” Smack! “She doesn’t wear jersey dresses that outline her bottom like a glove.” Smack! Smack!
“I wasn’t aware of a dress code for teachers,” she replied, wriggling across his lap under the first few smacks.
“You dress beautifully, darling. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. The only problem is, it makes men think about sex.”
A sound spanking followed, giving Lorna plenty of time to decide whether she liked it. Lorna took every stroke without protest, though towards the end of the count of one hundred, she’d begun to breathe rather heavily. She couldn’t account for it, but the spanking felt distinctly pleasurable. She was aware of a sting and later of a tangible heat rising from her skin and penetrating through the silk trousers, but the sensations she was receiving could not be termed painful. Pain was hitting one’s head on a kitchen cabinet. This sensation was purely erotic.
To Lionel’s great joy, Lorna’s trousers were zipped in back. He had been gratified to the point of a raging erection by the way she had taken her spanking so far and had little reason to doubt she would allow him to pull her pants down. Therefore he unzipped them courageously, waited for her to protest, and when she did not, briskly pulled them down to reveal the sheerest black nylon panties he had ever seen. As in a Vargas illustration, her white skin glowed through the filmy material, highlighted by areas of dark pink.
Now he began all over again on her slim, elegant, oval-cheeked pantied bottom. The pants came off in a minute, revealing her slender legs and Lionel congratulated himself on getting her half undressed without the slightest protest. Amazingly, he’d met the second girl in two weeks who seemed to enjoy discipline.
While he was warming her panties, Lionel thought back to the times when he had impulsively pulled an ex-girlfriend over his knee. The response had never been what he was getting now, so he had eventually stopped doing it. But now that he’d met Jessie and Lorna, he realized that he was deriving a certain indefinable pleasure from domination. Lionel knew he was skillful in extracting sex from women, which was a compulsion in itself. But this felt satisfying on a different level.
Lorna became very responsive. Soon she began to arch to his hand and slightly spread her legs. Lionel smiled, pressing his fingers between her smooth, white thighs and feeling how damp her panties had become. She spread her thighs a little wider, encouraging him ever so slightly to touch her there once more. He still held her firmly around the waist while he stroked and probed her lightly through her panties. Lorna had begun to whimper, quite overwhelmed by the feeling of all these curious attentions and aching to have her panties pulled down.
“I’m not through with you yet,” he told her, slowly pulling her beautiful panties down to expose her glowing cheeks. She did not try to stop him and once they were down, allowed him to caress her warm, bare skin. Now he began to spank her slowly and significantly, making each swat count. She waited patiently, and then caught her breath each time his hand came down.
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