“What good is fucking the Principal if I have to earn my grades?” I scoffed at him. “You can fix them in the computer. The teachers won’t give a shit. They’ll be happy to get rid of me.”
“You’re fucking the Principal because you want to—because I get you so hot and bothered you can’t think of anything else.” He reached for my hand again. “You enjoyed every second of it.”
“Then maybe I should tell a few of my friends about our tryst. I’m sure they’d love to hear the details about what we did—I bet it would get them hot and bothered, too—probably wouldn’t sit too well with their parents though when they ultimately spilled the beans.” I pulled my hand away.
“You’re really trying to blackmail me? Wow.” He sighed and glared at me with his intense eyes flickering with anger. “Maybe I need to take you into my office and teach you a lesson with my paddle—one that ends with you masturbating in your car again instead of getting fucked.”
“You don’t have to be a jerk about it.” I sighed angrily. “You’re not even the real Principal. Why do you care if I pass my classes or not?”
“I came here to fix problems, not give students a free pass. If you want to graduate, you’re just going to have to earn it. If you only slept with me because you wanted to try and blackmail me, then you can fuck off.” He walked past me and slammed the door of his office before I had a chance to respond.
I felt sadness and anger at the same time. I couldn’t believe Anton would just dismiss me like that without even considering what I asked for. He was even more complex than I realized. He had good intentions, even if he was an ex-con masquerading as his brother.
The anger started to fade and was replaced with embarrassment. I didn’t want the man who took my virginity to hate me. I did like Anton, even if he wasn’t going to cave in to my request. I certainly didn’t want to leave things the way they were. There was no way I would actually go through with my threat—I had no desire to see him in get in trouble. I swallowed what was left of my pride and walked over to his door. I let my hand rest on the knob for a moment before I finally turned it and walked into his office. He looked up at me with a glare on his face and no emotion behind his stare.
“I’m sorry...” I sat down in the chair across from him. “I crossed the line.”
“You’re fucking right you did.” He kept his eyes locked on me. “Yesterday meant something to me and I thought it meant something to you too.”
“It did. I promise you it did.” I sighed heavily. “I just saw opportunity and tried to take it.”
“I thought you didn’t give a shit about school?” He eyed me suspiciously.
“I normally don’t. I was just talking to my mother this morning and graduation came up. Like I said, I saw an opportunity and tried to take it.” I left out most of the details, but told him enough to hopefully help him understand.
“I’m not someone you fuck around with like that.” He shook his head but his anger started to fade.
“I know—it was a mistake.” I looked down at his desk and then back up to him. “I guess I have to be punished.”
“I think that would be appropriate—get over here.” He motioned to me with his hand.
“Yes, sir.” I smiled and stood, walking around his desk.
“I think you need this beautiful ass of yours blistered red.” He pulled me across his knee and flipped my skirt up to expose my panties.
“Do I get a reward after you’re done?” I reached underneath my abdomen and ran my fingers across his cock.
“A reward?” He yanked my panties down to my knees. “When I’m done spanking your ass, I’m going to fuck it. You don’t deserve to cum after threatening me.”
His hand came crashing down on my exposed ass an instant after the words left his lips and I yelped from the sting. It caught me off guard, but before I could really process what happened, his hand came down again in the exact same spot making the sting even more intense. There was little hesitation between the smacks and no time to prepare for the next one. He bounced from one side of my ass to the other so fast that the impact barely settled before I was feeling the stinging smack of another handprint being left on my tender flesh. It was clear that he was mad at me for threatening him and the spanking was meant to be punishment. I started to squirm as he continued spanking me, feeling the sting erupt into a flurry of agony underneath his palm. The paddle hurt and it left a mark, but the constant fury of his hand was like being set on fire and having the fire set ablaze again and again each time he delivered another smack.
“I’m sorry! Ow!” I squealed and squirmed, kicking my legs as I tried to remain in position for my punishment.
“You should be sorry.” His hand came down again. “You almost ruined something beautiful—something I never want to forget.”
“It meant a lot to me too!” My whimpers got louder.
“Then you should act like it.” He accentuated his point with a hard smack in the center of my ass.
The spanking definitely wasn’t over. He shifted me on his knee and continued to bring down the constant flurry of pain on my unprotected ass. I deserved to be punished. I deserved to be over his knee even more than I deserved the first sting of the paddle. I wanted the man that had such a tender touch when he was with me the night before, even if his passion was rough. I had jeopardized the best thing that ever happened to me and if I had to pay the price with a blistered ass, then I was willing to do it. Even with the agony spread across both sides of my ass, it was still making me wet. The intense desire between my legs was mixing with the pain as each smack vibrated into my pelvis and teased me. I started squirming more out of lust than discomfort, grinding myself against his leg as he continued to spank me. Each time I got into a position where I could rub my clitoris against him, he hoisted me back and stripped the feeling away.
“Please...” I begged as I tried to shift my hips again.
“I don’t care if this turning you on or not, you are getting punished, not rewarded.” He grabbed my arm and folded it against the small of my back.
He tilted me over the edge of his knee so that I could no longer move my hips against him at all. His tight grip on my arm held me there with my nose only inches from the floor as I lay across his powerful thigh. My ass was completely at his mercy and no matter how much I tried to actually move, I was stuck in his grasp until he was done spanking me. Without the surge of pleasure I was creating with my motions, the spanking got even more agonizing. The sting overpowered the pleasure that the vibrations brought and I started to feel tears welling up in my eyes from the torment of being punished. He kept me in that position for several minutes, raining down the furiousness of my attempt at betrayal on my exposed ass before his hand finally started to slow down. I felt like I had been broken—no longer a stupid teenager with blackmail on my mind—but a woman that had paid the ultimate price for forgiveness.
“I’m really sorry. I promise I won’t ever try something like that again.” I whimpered my apology while a tear ran from each eye and my lips quivered.