Redemption

Feeling a trembling begin in the depths of her belly, Beth, dropped her books and took a hesitant step toward the new vice-principal. Her face burned with shame and she wished yet again that Mr. Grant hadn’t decided to pass the buck onto his replacement. Having an older, well respected man you could think of as your grandfather punish you was one thing. Having a young, darkly handsome, frighteningly masculine man do it was quite another.

Raising one leg and half sitting on the edge of his desk, Kyle shoved the knick-knacks and paperwork out of his way with one long arm. Looking into her rounded eyes, he reached his hand forward and took her by the elbow.

“Are you going to lower your panties, or shall I?” He held her gaze, watching her blush deepen.

Sighing shakily, she lowered her eyes and reached under her short skirt, tugging down the scrap of silky material and stepping out of them when they fell to her ankles.

She felt herself tugged forward and lifted easily by the waist to be placed tightly across his upper thigh. His left hand lay firmly across the small of her back, forcing her bottom to tilt upward. The tips of her toes barely reached the floor. She felt helpless and apprehensive and found herself tensing her body.

Lifting her skirt, he felt her flinch and saw her muscles tightening. Speaking quietly, he rubbed his hand briefly on her back. “You need to relax, or this is going to hurt for a lot longer than it should.”

He watched her shudder and slowly let go.

“Watch the second hand on the clock in front of you and when it reaches the top of the minute, call out each second as it strikes.”

His low, reasonable voice calmed and frightened her at the same time.

“Yes, sir.” She whispered.

Lowering his eyes to the pale, rounded skin, he smiled to himself and raised a flat hand high.

“One.” The word barely left her mouth before the heavy slap jarred her body forcing a squeak of pained surprise.

“Two, ohhhhh!” The next slap landed on the other cheek, shocking her once more. Mr. Grant had never struck her this hard.

“Three ….. ow!” Falling on the same spot, the blow caused a burning sensation to spread.

“Fourrrrr ohhh!” The sting grew stronger with each slap.

“Five. Ohhh!” Beth watched the clock with growing horror. Thirty seconds? She’d die!

“Six!” A deep voice intoned when she missed her cue accompanied by another burning slap.

“Seven.” Beth’s voice raised several notes as she flinched.

“Eight.” Her ass felt enflamed and she tired to squirm to avoid his hand.

“Nine. Ahhhh!” How could he strike her this hard? How could he be so mean?

“Ten!” His voice and wicked palm took over once more.

By 15 seconds, she’d lost her ability to count aloud, and began struggling to get out of his hold.

Frowning, he doubled his efforts.

“Sixteen.” Smack! Smack!

“Seventeen!” Smack! Smack!

“Eighteen!” Smack! Smack!

Every inch of her ass felt as if it were on fire and she felt a sob escape before she could stop it.

“Nineteen! Smack! Smack! Her pale skin had by now turned a soft shade of red in the form of large handprints.

“Twenty!” Smack! Smack!

“Twenty-one!” Smack! Smack!

Beth felt almost senseless with the pain, unaware of the tears streaming from her eyes.

“Twenty-two! Twenty-three! Twenty-four! Twenty-five.” She stopped her struggling and began crying in earnest as the last ten blows landed on her burning skin.

Releasing her, he watched her stumble to her feet and stare at him, open-mouthed with tears streaming from wide vivid green eyes.

“Ooo hooo hhhhh! How … how … how could you?” The question, filtered through tears, came haltingly in a shocked voice as she carefully rubbed her tender skin.

Raising dark brows, he looked pointedly at her wrists and replied, “How could you?”

A white hot flash of rage flashed through her, and she heard the slap before it registered that she’d raised her hand. The red handprint forming on his left cheek filled her with an immediate sense of horror, and a choked sob escaped her as, hands to her mouth, she watched the storm brewing in his eyes.

The internal debate ended quickly as he tugged her by the arms to stand trembling before him. In a soft, low voice, he informed her, “Perhaps I was too harsh. Obviously, I need more practice until I have the proper method down.” He felt her shaking, her fear nearly palpable. “To that end, you will report to this office prior to each of your remaining classes today, for a brief training session.” He held her when she would have jerked away.

“If, by the end of the day, you’ve learned how to behave in my presence, we’ll resume our once a day schedule.”

The tears started up again, at first in relief that he wasn’t going to immediately retaliate in kind, then in helpless resignation that she would have to experience the humiliation and pain 6 more times that very day.

Putting his face very close to hers, he added in a deep tone, “And if you ever choose to slap me, or even attempt to slap me, again … I will bruise your behind. Do you understand?”

Her “Yes, sir,” came out in a shaky whisper.

Releasing her arms, he glanced at his watch. “I’ll see you back here in 50 minutes.”

He turned and sat behind his desk, ignoring her panty retrieval and sniffling exit. Flexing his hand, he winced, then raised a hand to his stinging cheek, and shook his head. It wasn’t the shock of his hand striking her bare ass that had set her off.

It was his sarcastic reference to the fact that she bloody well deserved it.