While in the ninth grade, I had a teacher (Mr. Buckner) that spanked me almost everyday. He would find reasons like walking on the grass, talking to loud etc.... I must say that I enjoyed the paddlings that he gave me. I would do things in front of him to make sure that I would receive a paddling. Let me describe one of the episodes. The person pictured on the left was not my teacher, but my teacher did have a build like that.
I was a freshman in high school and Mr. Buckner was a science teacher. He was my last class of the day. He had caught me walking on the grass and told me to remain after class. It was hard for me to concentrate on his discussion during class. The only thought that was in my mind was the paddling that I was going to receive. I sat through most of the class with a hard-on.
Finally the bell rang and the class quickly cleared out. I remained seated in my desk. Mr. Buckner walked over closed and locked the classroom door. He then headed for the back room and told me to follow. Once in that room he also closed and locked that door. He opened a draw and pulled out a plexi-glass paddle. The paddle was about three inches wide and about a quarter inch thick. The length was about two and a half feet long. The handle was almost six inches long.
I had been paddle by him in the past so I knew the role. I took off my pants and hung them in a locker. My underwear came off next. I then got down on the floor on my hands and knees. Mr. Buckner spread his legs apart and I crawled in between them. Once my waist met with his legs, he closed his legs tightly around me. I then knelt down on my elbows, leaving my ass sticking high in the air.
I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. All as I could see was the back of his head, back, big ass, and the upper proportion of his huge thighs. His right hand raised and I could see the paddle. Down it came with lighting speed and cracked against my ass. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack The paddling had begun. I kept my head turned so that I could see what was happening. I could see the paddle come up above his head and disappear, shortly after hearing a loud crack and a very sharp sting to my backside. After the first five licks, a very uncomfortable sting had set up in my ass. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack After the tenth smack, my ass felt as though it was on fire. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack After the fifteenth smack I had began to cry. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack With each lick I howled even louder. I did keep my head turned around so that I could see each time the paddle came up above his head. Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack After twenty-five smacks with the paddle he stopped. He released me from his legs and told me to get up. I stood up still sobbing and rubbed my sore bottom. Mr. Buckner opened the draw and put the paddle back up. He brought out a very small plexi-glass ping-pong paddle. He then sat on the stool resting his left leg on the stool and his right leg on the floor. His legs were huge and his left leg completely covered the whole seat of the stool. He took the paddle, tapped his left leg and told me to bend over. Just the thought, and then of course seeing that huge leg made my dick spring straight up. I looked at him and he said nothing other than popping his leg again with the paddle and telling me "Get over my knee." I walked over to the stool. I had to step up on the stools bottom rail to bend over his knee. He positioned me burying my hard-on deep into his thigh. He took his right leg and put it across my legs. He took his left arm and wrapped it around my waist. The position I was in made my ass stick high in the air and my feet did not touch the floor. I took both my! hands, wrapped them around his huge left calf and held on. Mr. Buckner took the paddle and tapped my ass a few times as if he were taking aim. Then it begin. Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank That ping-pong paddle was setting my ass on fire. It was already sore from the paddling I had just received. I immediately begin to twist my ass back and forth trying to escape the sting of the paddle. I begin to cry and sob like a baby begging him to stop. I kicked my legs wildly about in the air. Mr. Buckner commented "I see that you are doing the spanker's dance for me." Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank On and on the paddle kept making contact with my ass. My ass felt as though somebody had started a fire on it. Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank I kept bucking and trying to get away but Mr. Buckner was too strong. My dick kept rubbing back and forth on his huge left thigh. I begin to feel the cum rushing from my balls towards the head of my dick. I tried to hold back but couldn't. Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank The paddle kept up a steady pace leaving my ass totally blistered. Then it came. Gush after gush of cum sprayed his left leg. Mr. Buckner said nothing. He just kept swinging that paddle. Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank I continued to cry and sob like a two year old begging him to stop. He showed no mercy. That ping-pong paddle just kept on and on making contact with my ass. I must have received at least a hundred whacks before he stopped. Finally it was over. I got up and both of us looked at the cum on his leg. Mr Buckner said "You like to be spanked. Don't You?" I said nothing. "Well since you enjoyed this session so much, we will meet again tomorrow after class."
Tomorrow came and there I found myself again across Mr. Buckner's knee feeling the sting of the ping-pong paddle.