Seeing the Teacher Pt. 02

This is a work of fiction. All the characters are 18+.

"For a guy, that is. It's been my experience that girls, or women, of all ages, take a punishment much better than a man. Practically no contest."

I had to ask, and started to turn around to talk face-to face.

"Remain bent over, if you please. You are here to learn discipline, if you recall."

It felt awkward, but I stayed as I was, face down on the desk, butt bare and open.

I continued my question.

"How long have you been doing this? Is this your real life?"

"Oh, it's been a while, no question. I enjoy the feeling of punishing people, hearing the thwack, the reaction, knowing I'm giving them an experience that they can get nowhere else. But how long since you've gotten a good hiding? For someone who loves it as much as you, I can't imagine you go without for very long."

And then he swung that ruler again, and it landed hard across my butt, and it stung. He laughed and said.

"Sorry, but you were getting too personal. I do enjoy seeing your pain and your arousal, P. And I do enjoy smacking people in your position. And I never said that I teach, did I? But do you do this often?"

"I get around. Some girls will do it, but most won't. the whole violence thing scares them. They think we guys are always violent, and say no way to any kind of spanking, giving or getting. "

"So why did you answer my ad, if you heard a man`s voice? Are you attracted to men, or to women, or both? I must have an answer, P."

"Don't know. Curious. Something said I was at a door, an opening and I wanted to know more. Does that make sense?"

"Ha! If you expect life to make sense, you haven't ben paying attention. Myself, I do get my kicks out of this, as I said. And there are people, such as yourself, who will try anything once, maybe twice, and then they're hooked. But you're right about one thing. "

"And that would be?"

"Two things, actually. One, nothing beats a good beating."

And then he smacked me a couple of times again, and I heard him moan softly. He was getting off on beating me, and I was starting to wonder how far this would go. I heard the sounds of masturbating and stifled moans. I wasn't constrained in any way, but he was getting me in the mood also.

"You like this beating, I see that. And I like seeing your butt getting red and welted, and I could go on doing this for quite a while. And now for the part where you got it wrong by making this rendez-vous here. But you are wrong about a second thing. Quite wrong actually."

"Would you care to explain?"

"Of course. You think, with cause, that you've come to a late-middle-aged professional, one who can't seem to get past the thrill of using corporal punishment on naked men. Or women."

"Well, yes. Isn't that you? A fifty-something male who puts out ads to spank random people?"

He stopped and laughed, deep and loud.

"Ha! Good guess. Wrong, though, but not how you think."

"So what profession were you in? Or are you still in that line of work, whatever it is?"

"Partly. My personal fetish was bleeding into my professional façade as a CEO, yes. And you don't have to know what type of company, sorry. But as you implied, you can only pretend so long. Word gets out, people talk and soon everything you do as a professional doesn't matter. But you raised some points and I want to answer them. Now keep your head down and I'll show you."

He tapped my butt a couple more times with the yardstick, and whacked me hard, and he liked that one. I got ready for another series of smacks. But nothing happened. I heard a rustling sound, like clothing being handled.

Then a cufflink landed on the desk in front of me.

And then another.

Then the tie after that.

And then the shirt.

"You may stand and turn around now, P."

I did, and I was stunned.

From the waist down he was a fifty-something male teacher, no question.

And from the waist up, this was a tall female, quite well preserved, with close-cropped black hair, a black silky bra, and a fresh yet menacing smile.

And that yardstick.