"Lisa, Are you napping in class?" Laughter.
The sound broke her out of a distant fog. Mr. Jones, the history teacher's voice ,
scolding her while the other students giggled and twittered.
"Well, I certainly hope you enjoy daydreaming AFTER SCHOOL today young Miss, because you are staying in detention."

Lisa felt close to crying at the scolding. After class, when all the others had left she approached his desk. Lisa was used to men being very sweet to her. She was a natural redhead, busty and slim. She waited for him to say something, anything.

"What will it take for you to pay attention in MY class young lady?", he asks.
Lisa , who had just turned 18 did not like being called young lady.
"I dunno, it's REALLY boring", She said. It had slipped out. She was being insolent.
She resented his haughty formal attitude. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"You have been a very naughty girl Lisa.", Mr. Jones said in a stern low voice, "Come here. Lie over my lap young lady. You're going to be punished NOW."
Lisa shook her head in disbelief. He had to be joking!!! But just then, Mr. Jones' large hands grabbed her roughly and bent her right over his lap! She was left staring at the tiled floor in utter disbelief. One of his strong hands held her firmly at the small of her back, while the other lifted her plaid uniform skirt up to your waist. She tried to get wriggle free.

"Do not struggle or I'll take out my belt!", the teacher commanded and Lisa complied. Her skirt was tucked into the waistband, exposing her thin white cotton panties. A buzzing excitement spread through her young body at that. The history teacher's hands slid her panties right down her firm thighs and down to her ankles. His rough hand cupped Lisa's bared bottom - and then he smacked her bare ass with broad, strong strokes! The stinging heat of the spanking traveled throughout her body, a flush of strange pleasure that was both painful and oddly arousing. Her humiliation was more painful than the spanking and Lisa couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her face.

When it subsided , she had completely surrendered to the man.
"Now, go stand in the corner!", he commanded sternly.
Lisa wanted to run away, wanted to stay, she was confused. She began to pull her panties back up over her reddened buttocks, but he said "NO!" Facing the corner of the room , Lisa stood with no panties on, her pleated skirt tucked into the waistband exposing her smooth yet bright red bare bottom completely. Mr. Jones took her little white cotton panties and stuffed them in his pocket. "I'll keep these" he said. The heat from her buttocks spread through her well-developed body as he dismissed her. She left, mortified that a gust of wind would blow up her skirt leaving her bare ass totally exposed for all to see.

For the rest of her life, Lisa would try to recreate the incredible sexual stirrings that the experience had imprinted on her forever. The wicked feelings that kept her awake at night, as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy feverishly remembering how an older man had spanked her!

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