I pretended a shy reluctance, holding back a bit. “Umm…teacher gave me a note to give you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? That doesn’t sound very promising. Why did she send home a note?”
I shuffled my feet, mumbling something incomprehensible and proferring a piece of paper. She accepted it and unfolded the note, perusing its contents. “Oh dear, this doesn’t look good at all!” She looked me in the eye, asking, “Is this true? Were you really showing some of the boys your panties?”
I nodded, avoiding her gaze.
“Why were you showing them your panties?”
I mumbled something, and her voice grew stern. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. Now please answer the question clearly and concisely: Why were you showing the boys your panties?”
I spoke a little louder. “They said they’d show me theirs if I showed them mine.”
“…they’d show you theirs?” she nodded slowly. “We’re not talking about panties here, are we?”
I shook my head reluctantly.
“I want you to use big girl words and tell me exactly what you wanted to see.”
I mumbled my answer, and her voice, if anything, grew sterner. “Look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you wanted to see.”
I slowly raised my head and, looking her directly in the eye, whispered, “A penis.”
Nodding, she said, “You know you’ve been a very naughty girl, don’t you?”
I whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled at my response. “And you know I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you?”
I nodded convulsively. “Yes ma’am.”
She pointed to the bedroom. “I want you to go fetch your brush and come join me at the spanking chair.”
I dropped my head as I went to do her bidding, returning to find her already seated in the tall, straightbacked chair reserved for these occasions. She patted her lap firmly. “Come on, no dilly-dallying.”
I handed her the brush and stretched across her lap, lowering my hands to the ground until I was perfectly balanced across her lap. She flipped my skirt up, inhaling sharply as she saw that I wasn’t wearing any panties. “You HAVE been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” she commented, laying one hand on the small of my back so I couldn’t wriggle away and bringing the hairbrush down with a sharp SMACK.
I gasped a little at the sting, but we were barely getting started. She smacked my behind a couple more times, beginning to get warmed up. “Good girls DO NOT go around showing boys their panties,” SMACK, “and they DEFINITELY” SMACK, “do not” SMACK, “show them” SMACK, “what’s UNDERNEATH their panties!” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
I writhed a little, trying to evade the sharp sting of the hairbrush, and she applied a little more pressure to my lower back so I couldn’t escape. “Oh no, you don’t!” she declared with a sharp SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. “You are going to stay right here and take what’s coming to you!” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! “Tell me what a naughty girl you’ve been!”
I gasped out, “I’ve been super, super naughty!” as the hairbrush continued to beat out a percussive rhythm on my rear end with a loud SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
“Are you ever” SMACK, “going to show” SMACK, “your panties” SMACK, “to a boy” SMACK, “again?” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
I shook my head. “No, Dadddy, I won’t!” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. My bottom was burning and it felt like every nerve ending was on fire as she continued to rain down blows.
“And if you want” SMACK, “to see a penis” SMACK, “are you going to ask” SMACK SMACK SMACK, “your classmates” SMACK “to show you” SMACK SMACK SMACK “theirs?” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
I shook my head violently, “No, Daddy! I promise!”
She finished off the spanking with a good thirty seconds of continuous SMACKs, then allowed me to stand, rubbing my sore bottom as moistness spread down my legs. “Good, because I’m going to show you EXACTLY what happens to the types of little sluts who ask boys to show them their penis.”
She dragged me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed, grinning maliciously as she took off her pants and put on her biggest cock, the one that always made me cringe a little.
“Spread your legs, slut!” she hissed, and I complied, moaning a little. That evil grin of hers always turned me on, and she knew it. She rammed her cock into me with little fanfare. I groaned as it invaded my deepest depths, spearing me to the core. She rammed it in again and again, setting up a quick rhythm. I felt ripped in half, and I loved it, utterly exposed to my Daddy’s will. I reached down to rub my clit, but she caught my hand and pinned it above my head. “Oh no, you don’t! You’re in trouble, missy, and this is a punishment. You’re not supposed to enjoy it!”
I groaned happily as she bit my nipple. She worried at it for a bit, knowing how much I enjoyed nipple play, continuing to thrust her huge cock in and out. She glanced up at me. “This is all those boys at school think you’re good for, you know,” she told me. “They think you’re a walking vagina on legs. What do you think? Is that all you’re good for?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes, Daddy! I’m such a little slut! Sex is the only thing I’m good for!”
She grinned ferociously, ramming her cock into me as far as it would go, jamming it up against my cervix and keeping it there for several long, interminable moments. “Yes, but you’re MY little slut, and NO ONE is going to take advantage of you without MY permission, do you hear me?”
I nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Daddy! I’m yours! All yours! No one else’s, just yours!”
She nodded, ramming her cock into me a couple more times, then pulled out abruptly. I felt incredibly empty as she rolled over and leaned up against the headboard.
“Well, my little slut, how would you like to taste your Daddy’s cock?” she asked with a grin. “Someone went and got it all dirty, and I need your help to clean it up.”
I smiled back at her. This was going to be a fun night. I wondered what other kind of mischief I could get up to “at school.” This game held a lot of promise.
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