The Temp III by GES A Femdon Spanking Fantasy As a teacher not authorized to spank my female students I was supposed to report their each and every transgression to the head mistress, then she could paddle them. Since I could not bring myself to do this I became subject to the punishment my students would normally get. I had suffered through one such experience already and was told I was about to undergo the same punishment again. Directed to report to the head mistress Friday at tea time for punishment I duly showed up. That Friday the head mistress’s assistant would be Renee, the boxing teacher, who a week ago had knocked me out in a boxing match during an exhibition in front of all the students and faculty. I went into the small sideroom, removed my clothes except for my socks and shorts, donned a robe and waited my turn which would come after the students had received their punishment. In due course the head mistress called me in to where she and Renee waited. Renee met me with a smile and in her beguiling French accent said, “I hope you don’t mind if I deliver all twelve swats you are schedued for today.” “You will be the first man I have whipped in both boxing and spanking.” “You will remove your robe, please!” Renee sat down on a cushioned, armless chair. “You will lay across my knees but first lower your shorts.” When I appeared hesitant the head mistress spoke up, “Don’t be shy, do as Renee tells you.” I removed my robe, lowered my boxer shorts to my knees and lay down across Renee’s thighs. She then pulled my shorts down to my ankles from where they fell to the floor. What an odd sensation. Renee was wearing gym shorts and her thighs and knees were bare. They felt soft on the surface but you could tell she was well muscled underneath that smooth feminine skin. Renee was almost affectionate in the way she positioned me on her lap. Lightly brushing my buttocks with her hand she placed her left arm across the small of my back and I could feel her finger tips resting lightly on my side. She would use a short, flat, hardwood paddle varnished to a high gloss. “Quel un derriere!,” I heard her say under her breath. “Are you ready?”, she asked. “Yes, Miss Renee,” I answered, remembering the lesson on politeness from my first spanking. The first swat landed with stunning effect. I gasped and one of my legs instinctively went up. “Keep you feet on the floor,” Renee admonished me. I gripped the chair legs with my hands and made a concerted effort to anchor my feet to the floor by pushing down with my legs. The second swat landed with great pain. Then a third and I did not bother to count anymore it started to hurt so bad. As each swat landed I would cry out. My breath came in short gasps and I felt warm tears rolling down my cheeks. I was hoping my buttocks would become numb but that didn’t happen. The pain seemed to build up even more as each blow landed. Then Renee paused. “That is six swats and we will allow you to rest a minute or so,” Renee said. “Does it hurt?” “Yes, ma’m,” I said trying not to blubber. “I don’t know if I can take much more.” “It is supposed to hurt,” Renee replied. “And surely you can take the rest of it, you are a man and should not permit a little pain to ruin your composure.” “If you would follow the rules this would not be happening.” “I know, Miss Renee,” I replied, “but I would be very uneasy knowing I caused any of the young ladies the kind of pain I feel now.” “You will have to get over that and until you do you can expect the paddlings you deserve.” “Miss Renee,” the head mistress interjected, “you may resume now.” “Very well,” said Renee and with that she delivered a hard swat and my whole body trembled. And then another which caused me to groan loudly. Another swat and the pain intensified. My hips now would undulate uncontrollably with each blow. But Renee continued to lay on the swats with a willing hand and I suspect she was enjoying it as was the head mistress. “And now the final one,” said Renee, pausing a couple of seconds, and then it landed. My body litterly jumped off her lap a couple of inches and settled back down on that soft, smooth repository. “Okay,” said Renee, “It is over!” “But I want you to lay where you are until I tell you to get up.” “Madam,” said Renee to the head mistress in a subdued voice, “Quel un derrier rouge!” “Here, use these!” said Renee as she handed me a box of tissues. I was grateful. After the beating I had just received I was especially grateful for the respite and I used the tissues to wipe away the tears that still stained my face. “You may stand up now,” said Renee after a few minutes. I stood up and Renee handed me my shorts. “You may look at your derrier in the mirror there.” I obeyed, of course, and though nude in front of these women I did not feel out of place nor was I embarrassed by this event. I accepted them as superiors who were doing their duty. Looking over my shoulder I could see how brutally I had been beaten and I must confess I was mildly shocked at the battered condition of my buttocks. “Young man, are you all right?” asked the head mistress. “Yes, I think so,” I replied. In truth I was worried about sitting down for the next few days. And in fact when I did sit down I had to lower myself gently to whatever I was going to sit on so as not to experience a rush of pain. Renee had given me a worse beating than had the head mistress three weeks earlier. “All right,” said Renee. “You may leave now and maybe you will be in the cafeteria this weekend where perhaps we can have a meal together.” “You do not feel bad towards me, I hope, because I paddled you.” “It was something that had to be done but I want you to know I still think well of you.” “Oh, it’s all right,” I assured Renee. And it was. In fact I appreciated Renee more than she knew. I would gladly submit to another spanking from her, that is after a while. Of course I would have to recover from this one first. Before I left the school I received two more paddlings, one from Renee, and one from another teacher on the faculty. On my return to the states people would ask me how I enjoyed my time in England. I would say that foreign travel was delightful in experiencing other cultures, mores, self-discovery and so forth. When asked if there was something I did not like about England, I would reply unequivocally, “the cuisine!