" She turned so that her back was to the class." She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr. Stryker approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge." Emily did as she was ordered. Mr. Stryker waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back. In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of tiny red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he said. "Begin to count after each stroke, Emily." With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whoshed through the air and landed in the middle of Emily's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with he impact. "One," she said meekly. "It will have to be louder if you want it to count, Emily," Mr. Stryker said. He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball. |