Karen naked in school (Part 3) - Sexgeschichten

Karen naked in school (Part 3)

... then." I smiled at the guys, then went right to the principal's office.

He was sitting at his desk. He didn't offer me a chair, so I stood in front of him.

"You made a certain proposition to me in the hallway," he said, looking at me coolly.

"Well... yes," I admitted, smiling as cheerfully as I could, but feeling anxious. Was he really going to spank me? I hadn't expected him to! I was just teasing.

"It was impertinent of you to make such a proposition," he told me sternly. "You will make no further mention of it to me or to anyone. Is that understood? If you do..." He smiled. "...you will be firmly punished, perhaps by continued prohibition from being dressed."

I gulped. "I... understand." I certainly wasn't going to say anything about it!

He nodded. "In order to emphasize the point, however, we'll apply a little traditional discipline." He reached into a drawer, and pulled out a paddle! He smiled at me. I blushed hard. "Step out into the hallway, please, Miss Wagner."

I started to protest, but bit my lip instead, and went into the hallway. I didn't want to spend another week attending school in the nude!

A number of students were in the hallway; they gathered around.

"Lay face down on this bench, please, Miss Wagner," Mr. Harrison said commandingly.

I did as he told me.

"Come here and help out," Mr. Harrison said. "Hold her hands and keep her stretched out, please." A boy chuckled and grabbed my wrists.

Then Mr. Harrison moved into ...

... position, and very firmly spanked me with the paddle. It hurt!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harrison! I won't be impertinent again!" I apologized meekly. "Now let me go, please," I said to the boy.

But he didn't let go. Whack! I jumped and moaned, he'd paddled me a second time!

"Please, Mr. Harrison! I'm really sorry! It won't happen again!" I pleaded.

Whack! He applied the paddle again to my bare bottom, and I wailed. "Please, please don't hit me again!" I begged. But I was feeling something strange in addition to the stinging pain.

Whack! He wasn't listening. I cried out; it hurt! But there was no way to deny it; I also felt... warm.

Whack! He struck me a 5th time, and I sobbed, waiting for more. Hoping for more! I was aroused.

"You can let her up now," Mr. Harrison said.

I looked up, then slowly stood up from the bench, rubbing my sore buttocks with my hands.

"Thank you," I said timidly.

"You can go now," he told me, and I hurried away, sniffling and with a sore behind, but buzzing like I was on the verge of an orgasm.

I headed toward the gym, hoping no one else would be in there so I could duck into the locker room to take a shower, and also thinking I'd relieve myself sexually by masturbating. I was hurrying; I only had a few minutes before English class.

"Hey! Karen!" It was Mike.

"Uh... hi, Mike," I said, trying to be pleasant but not wanting to be delayed.

"Are you all right?" he asked, concernedly.

"I'm fine... just... in a hurry," I ...