Plot. Before she can leave for the day, Stacy Wilson has an appointment with Ms. Saba.
Story twenty-one of the Ms. Saba Spanking Series.
POV. Work of fiction.
After completing my final hall sweep of the day to make sure no students were loitering around, I headed back to my office with the result for the number of students I had to tell to get moving or else was absolutely zero. This hall sweep was uneventful but the school day wasn’t. I took the razor strap to three naughty girls. Two for excessive tardiness and the third happened when I caught a girl wearing a crop top and pajama pants during the second passing period. A very egregious dress code violation.
A few minutes later, I walked into my office where Stacy Wilson was still sitting in her chair like I told her, and stood behind my desk to address her.
“Stacy Wilson?”
“Yes, Ms. Saba?”
“Are you still wondering why you are still here after the final bell?”
“Yes, Ms. Saba."
“It is because I’ve chosen you to be a test subject for a new discipline concept I am thinking about implementing. Maintenance Spankings.
“What are those?.”
“Spankings dished out to ensure certain people especially those of high academic prowess like yourself remain on the right path and maintain good grades and conduct. Now since the first time I spanked you, you have continued with your classes without a single new infraction. I applaud you for that.”
“Thank you, Ms. Saba. I guess.” I smiled. It was time to begin.
“Before I have you bend over, we’re going to play a game call Ms. Saba says. Whatever I say, you do without question. Do you understand, young lady?”
“Yes, Ms. Saba.”
“Good. First order, Ms. Saba says stand up.” Stacy rises to her feet and waits for the next instruction.
“Ms. Saba says remove your blouse and be quick about it.”
Stacy proceeds to pop the collar button and then works her way down, only stopping to untuck it to undo the last two buttons and pushing it from her shoulders to the floor.
“Ms. Saba says put on a little show for me while taking off your bra. Come on Stacy, give me your best I want it in the bed face.”
Stacy gives me her best (as it can be under forced circumstances) smile as she starts dancing very sexually while reaching behind her with both hands to fiddle with her bra clasp. Swaying her hips from side to side in a way that was just begging to be fucked…and bred.
After seven minutes of self-degradation, Stacy’s bra finally fell to the floor and she stood straight again, the nipples on her slightly larger breasts were hard enough to make me lick my lips. I didn’t mean to but they were looking so fucking irresistible.
“Ms. Saba says bend over and put your hands between your ankles
With a defeated look on her face, Stacy assumed the position as instructed. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of black fluffy cuffs.
“These are for your wrists,” I said as I approached her. I dropped to one knee in front of her and swiftly snapped them on tight before going back to my desk to get the next pair which were slightly longer. “And these are for your ankles.” Stacy stood in silent submission as I snapped the ankle cuffs into place. After making sure they were nice and tight, I went back to my desk one more to get my implements of choice. A wooden spoon and a razor strap. I was going to use the spoon on Stacy’s bottom first.
I walked around to her backside, raised her skirt, and wrapped it around her waist so it wouldn’t drop back down.
“Ah, navy blue panties. They look very well on you, Stacy. But I think they need a little adjusting.”
Before Stacy could even ask what I meant, I gave her a hard wedgie with my left hand. She winced in response.
“Well, it seems I’ve caught you with a thong,” I teased before I swung the spoon at her ass like a bat at a baseball and struck just as hard. Between the wedgie and my strikes, my little Stacy Pie was already screaming like crazy.
“Are you feeling the burn now, slut?”
“Ahh, ahh, ahh.”
“Screaming does not count as an answer, Stacy,” I said as I kept smacking her ass hard with the spoon while making my grip on her panties even tighter. By now, she was standing on her tip-toes which made her bottom look even more desirable to spank and maybe even take.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
“Yes, Ouch. It, ouch, stings owwww,” Stacy finally managed to croak out. The next strike elicited another long and loud cry of pain from her. I ignored it and kept on spanking her. I was hitting her so hard with the spoon, that there were a few instances I was worried it was going to break. I’m glad it was holding up so far.
“All right, all right, you’ve made your point, Ms. Saba. Please stop beating me and let go of my panties.”
“I wish I could, but your tune-up is still far from done and I still haven’t grown bored of dominating you. I feel so powerful gripping your panties the way I am right now. I gave her three hard wedges to drive the point home. Her body tensed up with every squeeze. It’s a pity I don’t have a hook I can stick into her panties and hang her from. Imagine that, Stacy pie here hanging by her panties or her bra as I go to town on her ass. But there would be the hazard of her falling if her bra or panties snapped from the strain.
But it’s still an idea worth considering. I could use Holly Mesher for a test or two. No, not could use her. I will use her for the test after I assemble the contraption.
After many more strikes, it was time to switch to the razor strap but before I tossed the spoon aside, I lowered it for a little tapping session on her pussy. I gave her eight rapid taps while still holding the wedgie and then I rubbed her plump clit with it to put her on edge. I saw a little moist spot form on her panties as a result.
“It appears someone is trying to tell me that they want it. I said tauntingly before I dropped the spoon and pulled Stacy to my desk by her ponytail where I sat down and took her over my knee before I grabbed the strap. This is the first time I’ve delivered a spanking sitting on top of my desk.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. I put so much energy into those strikes, that I had to pause for a breather as Stacy continued to cry a river onto the floor.
“So, Stacy. Do know what’s better than spanking the bottom of a young woman like you?”
“I don’t care.”
“Oh, but I do and the answer is barring the bottom of a young woman like you. I delivered one more hit with the razor strap before putting it aside to pull down Stacy’s panties. They went straight to her cuffed ankles after I pulled them clear of her butt.
“Now you’re really gonna feel the wrath of the strap now,” I declared then I picked the strap back up and raised it high before bringing it down to deliver a series of strikes in rapid-fire fashion. I was smacking Stacy hard enough to have her all out of sorts. She was screaming, begging, cursing, and squirming all at once. I didn’t think I could ever make a slut do so much in one go. Oh well, another spanking milestone for me.
Fifty strikes later, I was done with the razor strap and Stacy’s ass was as red as an apple. And very hot to the touch. I let the heat radiate through my hand for a few minutes.
“This booty feels good. Oh so good.”
Unable to resist the urge to sample her, I slipped my hand down and shoved my index finger into her pussy. I moved it around inside her for a hot minute then pulled it out to place it in my mouth.
“Mmmm, who knew straight-A females would taste so good?”
Stacy was too broken to even try to resist me as I picked her up and carried her over to the left side of my desk where I laid her down in the diaper position. Forcing her legs to stay straight up.
But as tempting as it was to have some more fun with her puckered-up pussy, I decided to end this session here. The whole point of this punishment was to test out the concept of maintenance spankings and to motivate Stacy to remain on the good path.
“I am going to set the timer on my phone for twenty minutes. That is how long you will remain in the diaper position. Once it goes off, you put your bra, blouse, and skirt back on and leave. But your panties will be going home with me to join my trophy collection. Do you understand me, Ms. Wilson?”
“Yes, Ms. Saba.”
I set the time on my phone and placed it on my desk then leaned down into Stacy’s face.
“Great. Now silence.
Fin.
