"Punished?" she said, startled.

"Indeed. The new state law says a teacher can spank a student and that's what I intend to do."

"A spanking?"

"Yes," he said.

She was standing at the side of his desk. He got up came around, and stood near her. He was a tall, handsome man of forty. He had sandy hair, a rugged manly look, and a muscular body, even though he was lean.

"Just put your hands on the edge of the desk, Melissa," he instructed.

She bent over and put her palms flat on the desk. Her sweet, darling ass arched out against the tight jeans skirt, and Mr. Maxwell could see the outline of her panties against the tight blue denim.

He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand. He whacked her again. Then he slid her skirt up, pushing it with both hands along her thighs until it was on her waist, fluffed up in blue ripples.

Missy wore a pair of thin pink panties. She had a marvelous ass. Mr. Maxwell ogled it.

"What are you doing, sir?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"I'm giving you the spanking you deserve, young lady."

"But, my skirt."

He clapped his open hand to her rump, and smacked her lightly on the pretty pink panties. He paddled her for a moment, then he yanked her panties down to her thighs.

"Sir!" Missy gasped. "You can't… you can't do that."

"Indeed I can. A spanking must be administered, and it must be a good one."

His prick thumped in his blue slacks. He was hard as rock. He paddled her fine ass with his open hand, sucking the smooth cheeks of her lovely ass.

"But you shouldn't have my panties down!" Missy protested.

"But I do, and I'm spanking you," he said, his hand now rolling in caressing circles on Missy's ass.

He slapped her fine cheeks. Then suddenly she felt a finger feather up and down the crack of her ass. She had never felt anything like the tickle that rippled through her.