I walked toward her bench slowly.
Rachel noticed me coming. Instead of looking nervous like the others had earlier, she just rolled her eyes in annoyance and slid out of her seat as if this whole situation was a waste of her time.
What a brat.
Without saying a word, she bent forward slightly and lifted her skirt.
My eyes widened a little seeing the display. Smooth thighs. And between them— a white thong. A branded one too. Corbin Loein.
The thin strip of fabric disappeared neatly between her round butt cheeks, outlining their shape perfectly. Her butt was surprisingly perky, and because her thighs were slim, the curve stood out even more.
For a moment I just stared.
Wow.
That was… unexpected.
Instinctively I glanced around the room, wondering if anyone else was reacting the same way. A few students looked bored, some avoided looking altogether.
Apparently, I was the only one who found this surprising.
My gaze drifted back to her. Man, what a magic piece of fabric.
I walked toward her bench.
Rachel noticed me approaching and rolled her eyes before stepping out from her seat, clearly irritated.
"What are you waiting for, Broad Head? Just get it over with," she said impatiently.
What a brat.
I looked at her for a moment. Even now she still carried that same annoying attitude, like this whole thing was beneath her.
She opened her mouth again, probably about to say something else.
*Smack.* "Haa—"
My hand came down on her butt before she could finish. The sharp sound cut her words short, and a startled cry escaped her instead.
I had gone easy on the other girls.
But her?
Yeah… she was getting punished.
Take that, annoying brat.
Her butt jerked slightly from the impact. A soft gasp followed as she tried to steady herself.
Still acting tough?
*Smack.*
I spanked her again.
"And my head isn't that broad," I muttered.
This time the slap landed harder.
She stumbled forward a little and had to grab the edge of the bench to keep her balance. After a moment, she slowly turned her head back toward me.
Her big brown eyes were watery now.
The confidence and attitude she had earlier were gone, replaced with a shocked, hurt look. She looked far less defiant than she had just moments ago.
For a second, our eyes met.
Then I raised my hand again.
*Smack.* "Aah—!"
The sound echoed through the room as she flinched.
One side of her butt had already turned red, and her breathing had grown heavier. The stubborn attitude from before had completely disappeared. Now she simply stood there, bent forward with her head lowered, waiting for it to be over.
Half of her punishment was already over. For the rest, I decided to focus on the other side of her ass.
Smack.
"Ah—!"
The slap landed hard against her other butt cheek. She gasped, already gripping the edge of the bench tightly this time so she wouldn't lose her balance again.
She was ready now.
I raised my hand again.
Honestly, if she hadn't been acting like such a brat earlier, things probably would have gone easier for her.
SMACK
Her butt jerked from the impact as she let out another sharp breath. The sound of the slap echoed slightly in the room.
The earlier attitude she had shown was completely gone now. She just stood there, bent forward and holding the bench, trying to endure the rest of the punishment.
The stubborn girl who had rolled her eyes at me earlier had disappeared. Now she was quiet, breathing heavily, waiting for it to be over.
I raised my hand again to spank her, but before I brought it down I noticed a wet spot on her white thongs. It was very small on an already small piece of fabric, so I couldn't be sure. Should I check it? I asked myself. Would it be too weird?
I thought about it for a second. What am I worrying about? I'm spanking a girl's ass in a room full of people—what could be more weird than that?
So without hesitation, I moved my thumb toward the spot.
"Hnn…" A small moan escaped her mouth as I touched it. The spot was actually wet.
This bitch is turned on by this. Is it the public shaming part, or is she just a pain masochist, considering the morals of this world? She is probably liking the pain.
Instead of removing my thumb after realizing it was wet, I started rubbing the spot slowly. Small, muffled moans escaped from her closed mouth, and I could feel the lips of her vagina through the fabric as her panties grew even wetter.
She just moved her ass in response to my thumb but didn't say anything. Now my thumb was getting wet from her juices.
Her breathing was getting heavier too. For a moment, I almost forgot I was supposed to be spanking her.
Then Miss Steven's voice snapped me out of it.
"How long is this going to take?" she said impatiently. "I need to continue the class. Hurry up."
Feeling her pussy beneath my thumb made me inexplicably horny. I bent down and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stop hitting you so hard?" I was secretly hoping she would say no, since I was enjoying it so much.
But she shook her head in agreement.
"Then give me your panties after," I said, the horniness clearly taking over my brain. She looked a little taken aback by the request, but after a moment she agreed.
So I raised my hand again and hit her ass, this time a little softer. I glanced at Rachel, wanting to see what she thought about it. She looked back at me, her eyes still wet, but she nodded slightly, indicating that this level of force was fine.
I also ignored Miss Steven's order to hurry up. Instead, I let my hand linger on her ass a little longer, enjoying the moment.
I hit her again. Her moans were softer now, but the wet spot on her panties kept getting bigger and wetter. Still, it didn't seem to affect her or anyone else in the room.
Man, this world is really crazy.
I gave her one last spank and let my hand linger on her ass for a moment, feeling it for the last time. I even tried to spread her cheeks a little, hoping to catch a glimpse of her butthole, but it didn't work. In the end, I had to move on.