Page 139 of Renard's Deliverance

“It’s not up to you to decide what sort of panties you wear,” he told her. “And he had his hands on your panties?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tut-tut-tut. Well, let’s just see the truth for ourselves, shall we? Spread your legs wider.”

She spread her legs and he reached under her panties to run his fingers along her slit. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

Opal let out a small cry. Not in pain but in pleasure.

Then he drew them out.

“Such a naughty girl. Look how wet you are from letting that boy touch your pussy. You are going to have to be punished for that.”

When she heard a sucking noise, she turned her head to glance behind her. Swallowing heavily, she studied him as he sucked on his fingers.

Holy. Shit.

That was so hot.

“Did I say you could move, missy?” He slammed the ruler against the desk and she jumped.

“N-no, Sir!”

“That’s right. I’m afraid my hand isn’t going to cut it. You’re going to get some with my hand and the rest with the ruler. Any lip from you and I’ll have to get out the paddle.”

Well. She couldn’t guarantee there would be no lip.

Her panties were pulled down to her knees and then his hand landed on her ass. It wasn’t as heavy as she’d thought it might be and she tensed slightly.

“Very, very bad girl.”

Each word was emphasized with a smack to her ass.

Okay.

That was more like it.

She could feel her ass growing heated, knew it was likely turning pink.

“You will not go behind the bike shed with a boy.”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Her breathing grew heavier.

“Such a bad girl. I’m going to have to call your father.”

More smacks to her ass with his hand.

Damn. Were those slaps getting harder?

“Don’t call my Daddy!” she cried.

He leaned over her. “Not your Daddy, girl. That’s me. Your father.”

Um. Okay.

Confusion filled her. She knew that she’d called him Daddy a few times, but she hadn’t realized that he liked it.

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