Schoolgirl spanking for naughty girl Emily

Sweet young Emily is sent to the perverted principal’s office for a schoolgirl spanking!

Want to know how I got in trouble just for dressing as a slut in high school, and ended up in the principal’s office for my schoolgirl spanking?

It was just after lunch when I walked into my World History class, hoping to be greeted by Mr. Gibson, one of my favorite teachers.  He was tall, handsome, highly intelligent, and had delicious dark chocolate colored skin.  As a naughty schoolgirl, Mr. Gibson and I had come to know each other very well over the past semester.

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Naughty young Emily gets sent to the principal’s office for a schoolgirl spanking, for dressing like a slut

But my happy smile was not greeted by Mr. Gibson, but Mrs. Brite, a fat old toad of a woman who was viciously jealous of the young, beautiful schoolgirls flocking the hallways.  Evidently she was our substitute teacher for the day.  She took one look at my pretty little dress, saw how it only just covered my little white cotton panties, and sent me to the principal’s office for dressing like a slut.

I knew what would happen after a visit with him.  Our perverted principal loved to give schoolgirl spankings, and all of my friends had gossiped about how they knew he was getting off on spanking our young, round asses clad only in the sheerest excuse for underwear. Some of the girls even said that he’d insisted on a bare bottom spanking!

But I was wise to his tricks.  During the initial lecture on dressing modestly and behaving like a young lady and not a schoolgirl whore, I was innocently shifting in my seat, showing a thigh here, a naked shoulder there, the occasional “accidental” glimpse of my cleavage, et cetera. I knew what sort of effect I was having on him, I’d already sharpened my claws on half the male teachers (and quite a few of the female ones, too!) by my senior year.

He finally stuttered into silence as I casually, innocently, drew one finger up my silken right thigh. I knew I had him then. He’d expected a scared little schoolgirl, not an experienced seductress. He watched as I slowly, languidly, stripped out of the dress that had annoyed Mrs. Brite, letting it drop to the floor. I pulled the heavy wooden paddle from the wall behind his desk and put it into his nerveless fingers.

I bent over his desk and pointed to my perfect, round ass. As he swung back the paddle to give me my very first schoolgirl spanking of the semester, I stopped him.  “No. First, you kiss it. Then you can spank me.” And as it turns out, I wasn’t the only one disciplined that day.

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