Spanking the Irish Woman

The Irish Woman (IW) steps from behind the door of the bathroom. She wears white full cotton panties.

"So IW. I've discussed your situation with the Head Master and your father, and it seems to all of us that you are really quite a naughty young lady. Isn't that right?" My voice is stern.

"Yes, sir" she stammers.

"Well, there is really only one sure way to cure bad behavior. You know what that is, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Look at me when I am speaking to you, IW!"

She lifts her head. "Yes, sir"

"And what is it that bad little girl like you needs?"

"A spanking" she whisperes.

"I can't hear you IW !"

"I need a spanking, sir."

"Yes you do. Kneel on the bed!"

"Just the place for a naughty girl" I say , swatting the center of her bottom.

She groans and I bring the flat of my hand down hard. She jerks, gasps trys to raise up and I firmly pushed her back down.

"Stay put, IW, you aren't going anywhere for a while" as I slip my fingers in the waist of her panties and yank them down to the middle of her thighs. I begin to spank her in earnest. The first smack lands low on her right side and sends a wave of stinging heat right through her. Her faces reddens-"Ow!"

The second hits the other side, and she feels the full impact for a split second before the wave of pain overtakes her. My hand begins a steady rhythm against her flesh, and after a minute or two, her grunts begin keeping time with the slaps. The individual spanks became less distinct, each one landing before the impact of the last fades and though she's squirming, she's accepting the pain and knows she can manage.

I read her thoughts, step to the other side and pull her body tight against mine. I wrap my right arm firmly around her waist. With my fresh hand and arm I commence spanking her much harder now and she can no longer control her reactions. Her scent is now everywhere in the room and her legs kick wildly. Tears are running down her cheeks in response to the pain and she begins bawling uncontrollably. Suddenly, expectedly, I feel her body shudder as she orgasms. She collapses on the bed. I hand her tissues and the scent from her cunt is redolent in the air.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Go!"

She runs to the bathroom, locks the door and wails repeatedly as she masturbates to a series of climaxes behind the closed door.