My First Spanking (BDSM Discipline Quickie)

“I’ve been very naughty.”

Innocent Lily Beckinsale knows she has to pop her cherry soon, but she absolutely cannot stand the jocks in her class. Head of Discipline, Mr Masters is the hottest teacher in school, but there are rumors about his use of corporal punishment. If Lily can just get close enough, she knows she can seduce him and finally lose her V-card.

What Lily doesn’t expect is a painful spanking and the strange sensations that follow. She’s got a whole week of detention left, and Mr Masters’s drawers are full of fun objects to turn her backside crimson.

All characters over 18 and not related by blood.

Contains multiple hard spankings, defloration and submission as well as the use of disciplinary implements. For spanking lovers only and adults only, please.

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EXCERPT
I push the door open and step inside, the office small and a window at his back overlooking the quadrangle.
My mouth is so dry I can barely talk. “Um, Miss Beckinsale, sir.”
He sits back in his chair, fingers tented together. “Miss Beckinsale, yes. Tell me, Miss Beckinsale, why do you think you are here?”
Everything is telling me to answer truthfully, but if I want to get close to him, if I want to be punished, I have to be naughty.
Do it.“You tell me.”
He observes me for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“I said, if you’re so smart, why don’t you tell me what I’m here for?”
He nods his head, taking it in.
Suddenly he slams his hand down on the desk so hard two lacrosse trophies drop to the floor beside him with a thud. My _____ harden at this overt show of power.
He looks intently into my eyes. To him I must seem like yet another errant student, but I want to be more than that—whatever it takes.
His chair gives a sharp grunt as he stands. He rolls up his sleeves as he makes his way around the desk, pausing to stand before me. “So, Miss Beckinsale, you want to see what happens when I get mad, do you?”
“Yes, sir,” I squeak.
“Very well.”
He reaches down with one hand under my arm and yanks me from the chair, an “Ow!” escaping my mouth as he swings into position below me. Sprawled across his lap, I’m helpless.
Oh no.