A Trip to the Principal's Office (Jana's Journey, Part One) by Natasha Stevens Page B

spanking.”
    “Very well. Lie across my lap here.”
    “ Yes, sir,” she said, her lips trembling and the tears beginning to flow more freely now.
    “Don’t cry, Jana, it will be okay.”  He stroked her hair again.
    She leaned over him and moved her breasts across his lap, feeling a thrill of heat and sensation there as they encountered something hard there. She heard him gasp as well.
    She settled into place, her stomach across his legs and her ass in the air, her breasts smashed against the sofa. She continued to weep quietly, her mind whirling with humiliation, fear, excitement.
    “Are you ready, Jana?”
    “Yes sir,” she said through her tears.
    “You have to pull up your skirt for me,” he said, firmly.
    She reached back and bunched up her skirt behind her.
    “That’s it, Jana. Higher … a bit higher … ”
    “Yes, sir,” she felt as if she was watching herself from far away, as if she was not in control of anything anymore. Her world had changed so completely, in such a short time.
    “Your panties are completely white, at least. That’s good. Are you ready?”
    She nodded, afraid to speak now. She clenched her butt muscles and braced herself, feeling like she couldn’t catch her breath.
    The first smack came like a thunderclap, sending a wave of heat and pain across her ass. She cried out.
    “You can scream, Jana, this room is soundproofed. Nobody can hear you. Nobody’s around here anyway. ”
    Before she could answer, more smacks came, and her ass felt like it was on fire. She howled, wiggling across his lap, again aware of the heat spreading to her breasts and now aware that there was moisture between her legs.
    She felt his hand wrap in her hair, holding her in place. “Do you like that, Jana? Are you a good girl?”
    “Oh god! Please stop! It hurts!” she begged.
    “Ask me nicely,” he said.
    “It hurts! Please, stop spanking me!”
    “Say, ‘please, teacher, stop spanking my ass’ . ”
    She was shocked to hear him say the word ass. She started to cry harder. “Okay, please, teacher, stop spanking my ass!”
    More thu nderous smacks came down on the hot tight cheeks of her burning ass. She cried out again.
    “Are you going to be a good girl?”
    “Yes! Please!”
    “Are you going to be a little tease?”
    “No! No, I won’t!”
    More spanks.
    “Oh, god, why? I said no!” she begged, her head pulled back as he twisted his hand in her hair. “You’re hurting me!”
    “You didn’t say sir,” he said, spanking her ass harder.
    “No sir! I promise I won’t be a tease! I promise I will be a good girl! I’ll be more careful with my uniform, I’ll wear a white bra, I won’t be a tease, PLEASE , SIR !” she screamed.
    Finally the spanks stopped. She felt his hand on her ass still, rubbing it gently, a nd he was stroking her hair as she sobbed.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re a good girl, Jana, you did fine. Shhhh, shhhh . I’m proud of you.” 
    “Oh, god,” she moaned, wiggling back across his lap and sitting up, crying out when her reddened ass touched the sofa again, he r skirt still bunched around her thighs, her makeup running down her face, her hair falling into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sir, I’m so so sorry.” 
    “Shhhh,” he said. “It’s okay.” He put his arm around her and she cried more heavily, leaning into his chest, smelling his masculine smell. She felt her heart pounding, and her body felt so hot, the fire in her ass spreading between her legs, up her back, to her breasts.
    “Now, I need to see your bra, before I can let you leave,” he said softly.
    “But you saw it down my shirt already,” she sobbed. “You can see down my shirt now!”
    “All of it. Come on, Jana. Be a good girl,” he said firmly. “You promised not to be a little tease again.”
    “I know, I know,” she said. She leaned away from him, wiping her tears away.
    “Don’t you want to be a good girl, Jana? Don’t you want to take your blouse