They met through an app. I mean is there any other way nowadays? And they really hit it off. The conversation flowed like fine wine and they seemed to have a lot in common.
First date dinner and a movie. A classic for obvious reasons. She doesn’t remember the movie or what she ate. As soon as he told her what he did for a living, her mind went racing. Second date.
A museum.
Nice.
They discussed the art. Modern. He had some interesting views and attentively listened to hers. He seemed nice, maybe a little too nice. He didn’t seem to pick up on the hints she tried to send him, but maybe she was too subtle. She had been accused of being vague about her intentions in the past. She watched his hands as he pointed at art works, they were big. She smiled. In front of a Monet they kissed. It was very nice and romantic.
They continued seeing each other. It was all very romantic, the sex was nice, he went down on her, which was good. All in all a very attentive lover. But still not picking up on the hints.

Andreas was an English teacher at a local school. Two evenings a week he taught an ESL course at a local learning annex. He was forty, good head of hair. Scruffy beard, sometimes glasses. She really liked the whole scatterbrained professor vibe he had going. When he was telling her about his day, how some of his pupils were acting out or were lazy, it all that she can do to not spill her beans. After all it was a fantasy she had been carrying around for the better part of twenty years. It’s just burning a hole inside her brain.

Olivia was an artist. For money, she illustrated books and newspaper articles. But she had secret sketch books. She drew her most intimate desires and fantasies in those. One of them found its way onto the coffee table one evening when they were supposed to be watching something on Netflix. It was open on a particularly suggestive page. When he sat down and noticed it, she acted (poorly) embarrassed and made up some excuse about commissions for money. But the seed was planted.

Finally, a plan was made. She would go pick him up after an ESL course and they would take a nice walk, maybe get an ice cream. She was excited, maybe this would finally be the night. Hopefully all the little hints and clues would finally land and have an effect. She waited at the door of the classroom, where she could hear him lecturing. Even if she could only make out the cadence of his voice, it was all very exciting. Finally, she heard all noises of class wrapping up. Chairs being moved, chatter, bags being packed. The door opened and a stream of students filed out. She slipped in and saw him at the front of the class packing his bag. He looked up and gave her a sheepish smile.
‘I’m sorry, just wrapping things up. I just need to go get something and then I’ll be ready to go.’
She sat down behind one of the desks at the front of the class. She giggled a little. ‘Feels like I’m in detention.’ He gave her a bemused smile. ‘Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll manage on my own for a few minutes. I won’t get in trouble.’ She said with a mischievous look. When he left, she quickly got up and looked around.
She wanted trouble.
To provoke him.
She noticed a piece of chalk and suddenly got a very good idea.

When he came back into the classroom she was sitting back at her desk. A very naughty grin spread out across her face. But something about him had already changed. He looked more serious. He gave her a strict look.
‘What’s so funny young lady? Detention is no laughing matter’ Now it was her turn to be confused, but he took no notice of that and continued.
‘You behaviour has been nothing short of appalling. You’re always late, never have your homework, you talk in class and the language you use when you talk back is a disgrace. And then there’s this’
He motioned to the dirty drawing she made of him on the blackboard. She thought he hadn’t even noticed it.
‘Is this your idea of a funny joke?’
She regained a composure and nodded with a cheeky grin. ‘Yes, it’s homework. For art appreciation.’
He shook his head, pinched the bridge of his nose.
‘We have one last resort. We have tried everything, but nothing seems to make a proper impression. There is just one more thing we haven’t tried.’
Her heart skipped a beat. He’s gonna actually say it. Her face couldn’t help but light up.
‘Corporal punishment. You, young lady, are going to get a proper spanking.’
Oh my God, was this happening? Spanked by an actual teacher, in an actual classroom.
‘But Mr. Davis…’
‘No discussion, young lady. Come here’
He beckoned her and like droopy dog smelling the aroma of a fat sausage she drifted to the front of the class.. He had slid back his chair and sat down. He patted his lap.
‘Over my knee young lady.’
Though he didn’t ask, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them. Maybe a little too eagerly she lowered herself over his lap.
All the little seeds were flowering. She felt his hand caressing her exposed backside. He had done this often before, but this was more intense. He gave her butt a little squeeze.
She gasped.
Then she felt him lift his hand, her bottom very briefly feeling a slight chill, the absense of a hand. And then…

SMACK!

A firm smack landed on her backside. She gasped. It stung, a pleasant heat started to spread.

And again.

SMACK!

She let a little yelp escape. He gave her bottom a little rub. ‘From now on this is what will happen everytime you misbehave, young lady.’
A volley of smacks started to heat up her bottom. An electric shock travelled through her body every time his hand made contact. Her feet started to kick as a reflex. She couldn’t help it. She let out a little yelp.
She could almost feel him smile. And that made her smile. ‘Do you think this is funny?’
His tone was teasing, almost smugly having caught her out. He was rubbing her bottom again, his smacks had been quite stingy and now her bottom started to feel like a little radiator. Her mind raced, to think of something funny or witty, something to tease him with, wind him up a little. But the whole experience left her a little speechless. Without thinking, she blurted out, ‘Yes sir.’ Which was wrong, she knew it as soon as she said it. But maybe even if by accident she managed to say the right thing. There was a sigh, a little too big to be genuine.
‘Okay then, I’ll just have to work a little bit harder at making an impression.’
He left her gasping for air. She didn’t even really realize what was happening with her body. Most of it was involuntary. She gasped, kicked, maybe squealed. Her fists pounded the ground. It wasn’t even that hard, though her bottom was stinging and on fire now. She truly felt naughty. He stopped and caressed her bottom again. She was panting. It was strange, she’d been spanked before…harder than this even, but now it was something else entirely. She could hardly control her body. She realized she was grinding her pelvis ever so gently. She didnt know what it was grinding against, she didnt really care. Firm whacks and soft caresses followed eachother in a complex rhythm. Her breathy moans and hard yelps formed a melody. Her ass an instrument of both their pleasure. A canvas to be painted deep red. Everything came together and she let out a single orgasmic note. Afterward there were just moans and caressing. The role-play was over, now there was just love.
She got up, they embraced, kissed. He joked, ‘I think the janitor heard us.’ She knew she should be shocked, but she didn’t really care.
‘So you did pick up on my hints?’ She asked after she got dressed and they left the building. Luckily no sight of the janitor anywhere. He nodded. ‘How could I not. But the drawings gave me the idea to make it special. I hope it was… special I mean.’ She smiles and kisses him again. Her butt is almost burning through her pants. ‘It was.’ ‘You know I’ve been doing some research on this whole spanking thing, you know to do it properly.’ She nods, looks him in the eye. He gives her a teasing glance. ‘Another custom I learned about. A spanking in school means a spanking at home.’