7 comments/ 142393 views/ 47 favorites School Counsellor Spanked By: P_V Kate handed her father the envelope from school as soon as he arrived. He asked what it was, but not knowing, she couldn't give him any information. Getting letters like this from the exclusive all-women's college his 18-year-old daughters attended was pretty rare as his girls knew better than to misbehave. "Dear Mr. Banner, Please contact me at your earliest convenience to schedule a meeting. There is a matter of significant importance we must discuss immediately. As I know you work during school hours, I would be happy to meet with you at 6pm tomorrow evening if you are available, Please call the school to confirm or arrange a different appointment date and time. Cordially, Ms. Price, Senior Guidance Counselor" He read the letter twice, turned it over, and read it again. "Kate!" he shouted, "What does Ms. Price want?" She gave him a puzzled look, "I dunno daddy." His eyes probed her, "Are you sure babycakes?" "Yes daddy, really." she said as convincingly as she could. "Did Ms. Price talk to you?" he asked. "Yes, she asked me a few questions, but nothing big." she said nonchalantly. "Questions about what Kates?" he asked. "She asked if you spanked me, and I said 'yeah, so?' - then she asked me about the girls in the locker room - the ones who asked me about the marks on my butt. I told her about the shoplifting, and you coming to get me, giving me a spanking, and she wrote it down and said I could go." she paused, then got a funny look on her face, "I didn't do anything daddy - promise!" He hugged her, giving her a squeeze that took her breath away. "I know babycakes, don't worry, just trying to find out what 'Ms. Price' wants. What do you know about her?" "Oh, she's an old maid who tells us that we have to take this or that course or we'll never get a good job, you know, a 'counselor' - I don't think anybody pays attention to her." Kate said. "Jen!" he called. "Yes Daddy?" she dropped the lettuce she was tearing back into the bowl, smiling. He couldn't help but smile back, and then his expression became serious. "What do you know about Ms. Price? Did she talk to you?" he asked. "She's the counselor daddy," Jen said, "she asks all sorts of questions." "Did she talk to you?" "Yes, she called me down to her office last Thursday I think. She was asking about you spanking us. I told her 'yes, you spanked us when we deserve it.' and she just wrote it down and said I could leave. I think she was worried about my 'father' and if I was maladjusted or something." Jen made a face and laughed. He pulled Jen close and hugged her, "You're adjusted just fine Jen-Jen. Don't let the headshrinkers mess with your mind." she laughed and went back to making salad for dinner *** "Come in" said a female voice. He opened the door and saw her sitting behind her desk. She wore a light grey suit that looked to be a style that was popular in the 50's. Very businesslike, but very conservative. A simple diamond stick pin decorated the lapel. Under the jacket was a starched while blouse like the students wore. It was buttoned to the neck. She looked up at him. He felt that she was sizing him up - as she was her. The atmosphere of 2 adversaries evaluating each other was obvious. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her reading glasses had a fine gold chain hanging from the corners. Her features made it difficult for him to judge her age. Her lips were tightly pursed, giving her whole face a cold, harsh, uncompromising look. She gestured to the chair in front of her desk. "Sit down Mr. Banner," she said with an air of superiourity. He surveyed her office. The walls had a few tasteful pieces of art. Framed diplomas and certificates hung on the wall behind her. The desk was obsessively clean and organized. Everything was exactly where it should be, the desk accessories were neatly spaced and the only papers on the desk were in a neat manila folder centered on her desk blotter. Her nameplate read "Ms. Price, Senior Guidance Counselor." She got straight to the point. "Mr. Banner, the reason I've asked to you come in is because I've received a report that your daughter has been abused at home." she paused, tapping the folder in front of her "By you Mr. Banner." Calmly, he responded, "I don't know where you received your 'report' Ms. Price, but I can tell you that it is completely without merit. Kate has not been abused at home or anywhere else for that matter." "Mr. Banner," she explained, "one of Kate's classmates reported seeing bruises on Kate's... buttocks. I checked with several of the other girls in Kate's gym class. Every one of them confirmed that Kate had bruises." She went on, "The girls also told me that Kate even admitted that the bruises were the result of an especially severe spanking you had given her the day before." She had a look of victory on her face as she peered over her reading glasses. "I know you spoke to Kate and Jen - what did they tell you?" he asked. She picked the folder off the desk and located a piece of paper with handwritten notes on it. "Kate said," she read from her notes, "that you disciplined her by spanking her over your lap for shoplifting." She flipped a page and read further, "Kate freely admitted that you used a belt after making her remove her jeans." She looked up at him again, as if seeking a confession. "That's correct. Kate is my daughter and she knows that stealing is wrong. When she was caught stealing, she knew that she would be spanked for it." he answered calmly. "It's common for abused women to think they are the ones at fault Mr. Banner." she said, still acting as if she were addressing a wayward student. "Ms. Price," he explained evenly, "spanking is a time-tested and perfectly acceptable method of disciplining young women like Kate and her sister. I understand that on occasion it is even used at this school." he paused but got no reaction, "Did Kate say her punishment for stealing was excessive?" "No Mr. Banner but," she began. "You talked to Jen as well. Did she say that she thought Kate's punishment was excessive?" he drilled. "No Mr. Banner but," she attempted to interrupt again. "Did Kate say that she was abused or beaten or mistreated in any way?" he pressed further. "Well, no Mr. Banner but...." she struggled to get in a word edgewise. "Ms. Price - you know that Jen's father DID beat and assault her. Has she said that she has been mistreated under my guardianship?" he demanded. "No Mr. Banner but....." she seemed out of ammunition. "But what Ms. Price?" he sat back in the chair, sensing that she knew she was no longer in charge of their meeting. "Mr. Banner," she began, seeming to become nervous and struggling for words, "As educators, we must be especially vigilant of our students. I received a report from another student, and I was obligated to look into it and report my findings to the proper authorities if I found evidence of abuse." she looked very nervous now. "And have you found evidence of abuse Ms. Price." he asked. "Mr. Banner," she sighed, putting down her file, "both of your daughters had only the highest praise for your methods. Kate said she had been spanked many times - but only as appropriate for her behavior. Jen said that she'd only been spanked once by you, and that it was also commensurate to her behaviour." she twiddled her pen and looked as though she wanted to say more. "So you'll be reporting that there is no abuse then, correct?" he asked, seeking closure. "Mr. Banner, even though Kate and Jen are satisfied that you are disciplining them properly, and granted, they are both well-behaved and well-adjusted young women. This is especially amazing considering Jen's history." "But?" he said, sensing something more was afoot. "But I have to make the call based on what I've learned here and what I see of your methods first-hand." she seemed to be shaking slightly. "What you see first hand? Ms. Price, surely you're not proposing I spank one of my daughters so that you can watch and grade my technique?" he asked incredulously. "Of course not Mr. Banner, that would hardly be fair to spank one of your daughters when it is I who needs the demonstration." she paused, looking into his eyes to see if he took her hint. "I see," he said, sitting back again, he paused. "Then I suppose the only thing to do would be to 'demonstrate' on you Ms. Price? As my daughter would experience it?" "Yes Mr. Banner," she said nervously and shifting in her chair, "I believe that would give me the data I need to make a final decision." He cleared his throat, "Then I suppose I'd better give you the 'data' you need to make your decision. You understand that spankings hurt Ms. Price? And that you would have to tell me what offense I was to spank you for - so I would know how harshly I needed to spank you?" he eyed her, waiting for her answers. "Of course I realize spankings hurt Mr. Banner. As for the offense, let's say that Kate was caught shoplifting a second time. Please use that as your indicator of how intense the spanking should be." "Ms. Price. You know that Kate got those bruises from the spanking I gave her for stealing the first time. The spanking for stealing a second time would be considerably longer and harder. Are you sure you want to experience that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh Yes, Mr. Banner!" she stopped herself, "I mean yes Mr. Banner - I believe that would be more than sufficient." she nervously, but unable conceal a nervous smile. "Very will Ms. Price. That's what you shall receive then, but I must warn you that once we start, nothing you say or do will make me stop until I have given you the same spanking I would give Kates should she be foolish enough to steal again. You understand, right?" "Yes Mr. Banner, I understand." "And you also understand that since you will be evaluating my methods for 'abuse' that I intend to give you exactly what I would give Kate in this situation?" he looked at her seriously, "That is, I will not 'scale it back' or make this a token spanking, understood?" "Yes Mr. Banner, I understand that as well." she said, voice trembling now. "I don't mean to pry Ms. Price - but have you ever been spanked before?" She paused for a moment, remembering her childhood, "Yes Mr. Banner, I was. My father was a very loving man, but also a very strict disciplinarian. He doted on me and spoiled me but would spank me whenever I got out of line. I loved him very much - even when he spanked me." she smiled at the memory, showing a brightness to her green eyes for the first time that day. "And when was the last time you were spanked?" he asked. The brightness faded from her eyes and she answered, "My father died when I was 20. My mother was a twit who couldn't deal with a spirited young woman on her own. I was sent to a 'finishing school' for young ladies. They taught me manners and how to hold a fork properly, how to dress for business," she indicated her outfit, "but corporal punishment was 'beneath' the school's standards, so the last time I was spanked was ... um... 17 years ago." He did the mental math quickly and was shocked to learn that the woman standing before him, one who dressed, looked, and acted as though she were 50, was only 37. Picking up and examining her nameplate, "'Ms. Price,' you had better tell me your first name since I will address you by it until the 'demonstration' is complete." "It's Emma Mr. Banner." "I'm sorry that you lost your father too early Emma," he said quietly, she nodded, "he sounds like a wonderful man and a good father. I think he and I would have been friends." She nodded, looking a little more like the young woman inside her. "And how shall I address you for the 'demonstration' Mr. Banner?" "Emma," he said firmly, assuming his proper character in the role play, "you will call me 'Sir' until your discipline is complete. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." She got nervously to her feet and beckoned him to follow as she exited her office through a rear door. She led him into an inner office that was set up with a cot, several chairs, a sink, desk and large first-aid kit. He saw now that her skirt matched the jacket and extended a few inches below her knee. Her outfit painted a perfect picture of a 1950's proper female office drone. "This is the nurse's office that is no longer staffed, but I believe it would suffice for you to administer a spanking here?" she asked, now extremely nervous. "It will work fine Emma." he said closing the door behind him and flipping the deadbolt lock. Emma gulped, but tried to maintain her composure. He glanced at the clock on the wall, "6:30 - the staff has all left for the day?" She nodded, her voice betraying her anxiety, "Yes Sir. Even the janitorial staff will have left by this time." "Good, there will be no interruptions then - and we don't need to be concerned about people being alarmed by the sounds of you being spanked." Ms. Price nodded again, knowing what those 'sounds' would be. "You do know that Kate received the strap across her pantied bottom for shoplifting Emma?" he asked sternly, starting to act as he would were it actually Emma who had been caught in this second offense. "Yes Sir." she said. He just stood there, waiting. "Oh!" she said, "Sorry Sir." she said as she unbuttoned her grey jacked and hung it on a hangar on a coat rack. She faced him in her starched blouse and skirt. He cleared his throat, nodding his head at her. "Yes Sir," she said, having given up all former formality of her position and now acting as though she were the errant young woman about to be spanked. She unbuttoned her grey skirt at the side, unzipping it and lowering it down her hips and legs, stepping out of it and laying it neatly over the back of a chair. The sight that greeted him was a bit of a surprise. Ms. Price now stood before him wearing only her starched white blouse - and from the waist down - black lace & satin panties, garter belt, and silk stockings. She had gone from stiff and cold, old-maid or librarian to a sexy, sophisticated woman whose frumpy outer clothing disguised her delightful body. "Shall I get over your lap Sir?" she asked quietly. "Yes Emma, but if you might like to remove and hang up your blouse as well to avoid wrinkling it. "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." she said, completely in character. Her nervous fingers struggled with the buttons. When she finally slipped it off her shoulders, she realized she had forgotten to unbutton the cuffs, so after a few moments fighting to get it off, she had to slip back into it, unbutton the sleeves, and finally remove it. Her hands shook as she hung it next to her jacket. She faced him now dressed in only her undergarments - all matching - meticulous - and sexier than he would have guessed she had on under the dowdy suit. Freed of its aging effect, she looked more like her actual age than the matron he met in her office. Doing his best to dispel the new thoughts he was having, he gave her a stern look. "Emma, I'm very disappointed with you right now. It hasn't even been a week since you were caught shoplifting and I had to come and get you. I thought you understood how wrong stealing is, and how unhappy I was with your behaviour." She stared down at her shoes. "Look at me Emma!" he warned. "Yes Sir." she replied voice trembling. "I put you over my lap and applied my belt to your bottom 25 times last time Emma. I would have thought that would have been sufficient to show you how serious I was about stealing. I guess I was wrong and was too lenient with you." He looked her in the eye. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" Ms. Price shifted from foot to foot, stammering, "I, um, I'm sorry Sir - I ... I saw the CD in the record store and I ... I wanted it." "You wanted it Emma? Didn't I explain very carefully to you how stealing costs stores money? That employees and store managers can lose their jobs?" "Yes Sir..." she stammered. "Didn't I also tell you how very lucky you were that the store manager didn't call the police? How a police report could stay with you a long time and make it hard for you to get a job or get into a good post-grad program?" "Yes Sir, you did." He sighed heavily, "Emma, I think you know that this is going to be the most severe spanking you have ever received in your life. I don't want you to EVER forget that stealing is wrong, that I will not overlook it, and that since you decided to willfully disobey me, that I will do my best to make sure that it never happens again. Do you understand Emma?" "Yes Sir..." her voice positively shook. "Emma, when you shoplifted the first time, I put you over my lap and used my belt on your bottom - with your panties on. You should know that I only let you keep them on because the store manager was in the room. Had you been at home, I would have used the belt on your bare bottom. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir" she said, trembling. "I spanked you 25 times with the belt on your panties Emma. That apparently wasn't enough to convince you to be good." he paused, "What do you think I should do this time Emma? After scolding you and spanking you hard with my belt 25 times on your pantied bottom. What do you think would convince you how serious I was?" He looked Ms. Price in the eye, giving her a chance to answer. "I don't know Sir." Ms. Price stammered. "That won't do Emma. Tell me what you think you deserve." he insisted. "ummmm, maybe, um... 30 times on my panties?" she offered. He shook his head, "Not even close Emma. Try again." "ohhh... I dunno.... 50 times on my panties Sir?" she hoped he'd agree. "I see you don't understand Emma, so I'll tell you what you will be spanked for stealing a second time." he watched her face as he pronounced her sentence. "You're going to get a handspanking over my lap Emma...with your panties on." She nodded, knowing that that wasn't all he had planned for her. "Then I will lower your panties, and continue your spanking on the bare." She nodded again, not at all surprised he would spank her on her bare bottom for this serious an offense. "Then you're going to get 50 strokes of my belt, also on your bare bottom..." "Oh!" she gasped at the thought of the belt on her bare bottom. "How much did that CD you stole cost Emma?" he demanded. "Um.... about $25 Sir." she squeaked out. "Fine, then to make the cost of stealing very clear to you, to finish your spanking, you'll get another 25 hard stokes of my belt with you bent over that desk." he nodded at the office desk. She gasped, her mouth open unbelieving what she was in for. She slowly shook her head. "Emma, I told you what would happen if you stole again, now you're going to see that I was not kidding." "No, please Sir. I promise never to steal anything ever again as long as I live." she started to tear up. "You promised me that last time Emma. Now - over my lap." She froze to the spot where she stood. "Emma!" he said more forcefully, "If I have to come to get you, I'll bend you over that desk and give you a spanking before your real spanking even starts. Now, over my lap young lady - I'm not going to ask you again." On shaking legs, she moved to his right side and allowed him to guide her over his lap. He adjusted her position so that her hips were supported by his right thigh and her body draped over his lap. He surveyed the woman awaiting a sound spanking: red hair bound into a bun on the back of her head, fair skin contrasted by the black bra, garter belt, black silk stockings, and the shiny black satin panties encasing her not-unattractive bottom. "I see that the finishing school ladies taught you how to dress properly Emma." he commented, noticing that her panties we put on over her garters. School Counsellor Spanked "Yes Sir." she welcomed the short reprieve - that ended as soon as it began. "Emma, I told you what would happen if you were caught stealing again. You've disobeyed me and broke your promise by stealing again. You are going to be one very sorry young lady by the time this day is over." he paused, letting the scolding sink in, "Do you have anything to say for yourself young lady?" "No Sir," Ms. Price said, accepting her fate, "I'm sorry Sir," she said bravely, "I deserve to be spanked until you know I'm sorry for disobeying you Sir." Placing his left hand on the small of her back, he raised his right hand high, and brought it down sharply on her pantied bottom. "OW!" Emma cried. 7 or 8 more slow, hard, deliberate spanks landed on her bottom, each one drawing a pained "OW!" from Emma. She was only able to resist trying to cover her bottom with her hands for about 10 spanks. "No Emma!" he scolded, "You will not try to cover your bottom. You will take every spank I give you young lady!" He caught her desperately-waving hands and pinned them together against the small of her back with his left hand as he resumed the spanking with his right. "OH! OW! NO! OH! PLEASE!!!" Emma cried as the spanking resumed. Her legs started to kick and her black pumps came off, flying through the air to land at opposite corners of the office. He spanked away, covering every inch of her satin-covered bottom as she kicked and cried out and protested and tried to move her bottom away from the sharp-stinging spanks. "NO! PLEASE! SIR! STOP! I'll Be GOOD! OWWWW" OHH NOOOO!" she pleaded and protested as his large palm fell on her bottom again and again. "You - stole - Emma," he spanked, scolding as he applied the stinging spanks, "I - told - you - what - would happen..." each word reinforced with a hard spank to her bottom. "OH! PLEASE NOOOO!" she cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She fell limp over his lap when he stopped the spanks, sniffling, panting, but managing not to cry. "I'm so sorry Sir. I've learned my lesson, I'll never steal again, I promise....." she offered. "Now Emma, you know your spanking is far from over. It's barely begun." She smiled, but facing the floor, he couldn't see her do it. She would have been very disappointed had he let her off early. She had worked too hard for this spanking for it to be over so soon. "Yes Sir, I know..." was all she said, trying her best not to sound as if she was actually enjoying her first spanking in too many years. "You know what comes next Emma." he said, using his right hand to slip under the waistband of her panties and work them down her bottom - which was a bright pink and heading for an intense red. "Yes Sir." without being told to, she lifted up her hips a bit to allow him to slide the panties down her stockinged thighs to rest at her knees. "Are you ever going to steal again Emma?" "No Sir..." she answered flatly. "I'm not convinced Emma. I'll ask you again in a few minutes." With that, his large hand smacked against her bare, pre-heated bottom the first of many times. "OWWWWW!" she cried, remembering now what being spanked on the bare felt like. He spanked faster - and harder now - applying his hand to solidly land on one bouncing cheek, then the other, then across both at once. "NO! OH! YEOW! OH OUCH PLEASE NOOOOO!" Emma cried out now between sharp intakes of breath. His large hand covered a good part of each cheek with each burning spank. Even so, he made sure to thoroughly spank the entire bare area framed by Emma's garter belt, stocking tops, and the two rear garters. Every time his hand worked its way down to sting and redden her tender upper thighs, Emma's legs would scissor and kick, catching for a moment at her ankles, and then dangling by one ankle, then to fly off and across the room. Her legs now freed and kicking wildly, they occasionally spread widely, allowing him a glimpse of the red curls between her legs. "Oh NOOOOO!," she cried whenever he landed the hard spanks at the crease of her thighs and even lower. Her kicking worked against her as whenever her legs spread he made a point of landing a hard, stinging spank on the most tender, inner thigh or bottom cheek she presented for him. Emma was trying with all her might now not to cry, but she was just barely winning the battle. She blinked back tears and willed herself not to burst out sobbing, but her outcries were sounding more and more like that pretense would soon be abandoned as well. The spanks stopped suddenly and Emma was a little disappointed that they had. She knew he fully intended to take his belt to her bottom, but she had hoped to receive as much spanking from his hand as possible. Sniffling, but still not crying, she asked, "Are you going to use the strap on me now Sir?" "No Emma." he answered. She was ready to object with a "Why Not!?" when he gave her the reason why. "Your garter straps are in my way, I'm just removing them." She felt his fingers deftly unfasten the right, then left garter from her stocking tops. She sucked in her breath as his fingers grazed the fiery-red and very tender skin there. He tucked the garters up under her garter belt. "There, now I can spank fully out to the sides of your bare bottom Emma." He also saw her stockings slipped down a bit, providing still more bare thigh to spank. Without warning, his hand started raining and falling anew, re-punishing the now crimson areas he had been mercilessly spanking as well as paying special attention to the newly-exposed still-pale areas. "NO! OH My GOD!" Emma shrieked as his fingers slapped hard against her inner thighs over and over. Her legs kicked wildly spreading even more and giving him a view of a trace of pink between her red curl-covered labia. Emma squirmed and struggled even more now as his spanks really ignited her entire backside. Each spank made her hips bounce against his thigh, and her gyrating and rocking hips ground her pussy against his pants. THIS was the feeling Emma remembered back when her father spanked her for being naughty - the combination of being embarrassed - yet excited by her nakedness, the intense sting of her father's hand, and the delicious sensations produced as she rubbed her pussy against daddy's leg. Losing all sense of modesty, Emma intentionally spread her legs, inviting even more stinging spanks to her most sensitive areas, in turn, grinding and thrusting her now-very-wet pussy against his leg. "OW! OWWW! Ouch! Oh" Yes! Ow NO!! Ohhh OHHHH! OY YES! OH YES DADDY!!!!" she screamed - but not in pain. Emma reached orgasm as the spanks rained down on her swollen bottom, but it was her swollen clit and labia that she was focusing on. He smiled, knowing full well what just happened. It would be hard to ignore considering that even if he hadn't noticed how Emma was grinding and thrusting her pussy against his thigh - or noticed her parted and glistening inner labia - engorged and peaking from between her parted outer labia - he couldn't mistake the heady scent of her arousal - and certainly now - the gush of her juices that soaked his pants when she screamed in ecstasy. Emma threw her head back in unashamed pleasure, screaming out in pleasure as she convulsed over his lap. Her toes curled and her body shaking. He stopped spanking to allow her to come down. She relaxed, her muscles losing all of the tension they had been carrying from the moment she went over his lap. She sagged limply over his knee. And began to softly cry. The tears flowed freely as she let go and allowed herself to sob and be herself for the first time in almost 20 years. There, over this surrogate father's lap, she allowed herself to be the young woman that was put on the shelf so long ago. She cried freely. Tears of pain, tears of remorse, of loss, but finally tears of release and calm. He held her over his lap as she cried, convulsing with sobs now and again. He released her hands and stroked this young woman in a middle-aged body. His left hand traveled softly over her shoulders, neck, and back, his right over the un-spanked areas that her stockings covered. "Shhhh, Shhh.. Emma... Daddy's here my girl...." she whispered to her. His left hand fumbled with the hairpins holding her red hair captive. He removed them and tossed them aside; loosening and running his fingers through her hair, freeing it and letting it fall naturally to the sides of her face. His right hand traveled slowly up her left inner thigh, along the innermost surface where no spanks had reached. She gasped as his fingers moved off the stocking to bare flesh. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed and spread her legs for him. She arched her back, exposing her pink inner folds to him even more, and then moaned softly as she felt his first light touch on her wet pussy. He gently stroked her slippery slit - from bottom to top and back over and over again. Each trip up bumping and circling her erect clit. "Ohhhh" she moaned with each touch, her crying now replaced with sighs and moans. "Do you promise to be a good girl *now* Emma?" he asked quietly. "Yes daddy," she replied, dropping all of her put-on act and confessing her true desires with just those two words. "That's good Emma," he said, his left hand deftly unfastening her black bra, "because good girls get to feel good. Bad girls get spanked." he said, reaching under her to cup and caress her freed breast. "mmmmm" she moaned. "I can't be a good girl all the time Daddy, but I'll try my best." she promised. "Then that's good enough for me." he answered, sliding two fingers deeply into Emma's dripping pussy. "Oh Dadddyyyyyyy...." she moaned, relaxing over his lap as she allowed him to pleasure her with his fingers. He slid his two slick fingers in and out of her hot pussy slowly to hear her moan and sigh with approval. His left hand gently caressed her breasts, then rolling a swollen nipple between his fingers. "Oh.. yes...." she moaned. He gently pinched. "OH!" she softly cried as sensations of electrifying arousal shot down her spine to make her pussy tingle. The tempo of his right hand increased, plunging in and out of her dripping pussy faster and more noisily. "Oh, Oh, Oh," she panted out as her excitement rose steadily, her hips beginning to gently hump against his thigh again. "Mmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm - yes - faster please ohhh!" she moaned. He obliged, pistoning his fingers into her harder and deeper as well as faster. Her red hair began to toss as she felt another orgasm building slowly in the pit of her belly. "OhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as her second climax suddenly seized her. He pinched her nipple hard, causing her to throw her head back and scream out in pleasure. "OH MY GAWD!!!! YESSSSSSSSS!!!" her voice echoed off the walls as her body shook and another flood of her juices poured from her spasming pussy. He could feel her vaginal muscles tightly gripping his fingers as if trying to hold them inside her. Instead of sliding them out, he pushed in further, as deeply as he could, until he was touching her cervix and the rhythmic contractions alternately gripped and release their hold on his digits. Emma rode out the orgasm, mouth agape but silent as her body thrashed in pleasure at the added stimulation of his fingers buried in her pussy as her muscles gripped them, taking her voice away and replacing it with ecstasy. She went limp over his lap again as he smiled. Emma panted, brushing the hair from her eyes and turned to look up at him, "Thank you Sir" she said, her face looking years younger than it did just an hour ago. "Well," he smiled back, "Ms. Emma Price - do you have enough 'data' yet for your report? If so, I think you've learned your lesson and we can end the demonstration early." "Definitely NOT!" she said firmly. He wasn't completely surprised. "You said you were going to use your belt on my bare bottom, and I expect you to honor your promises as well Mr. Banner." she said in an almost demanding way. "You're right Emma," he said. She watched with a mixture of excitement and dread as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. He doubled it over and held the buckle end in his right hand. "Hands behind your back again Emma - I don't want to accidentally hurt your hand when I'm applying this belt to your deserving bottom." She complied, softly whimpering as she turned to look at the floor again, then clasped her hands behind her back and allowed him to immobilize them against the small of her back. He took a deep breath and did his best to remember that even though he now knew Emma's motive was to be spanked by a father figure, he had still promised her the exact same spanking he would give his own daughter under the circumstances. He raised the belt over his shoulder, before he lashed it down over Emma's bare bottom, he told her: "This will teach you not to steal Emma." He brought the belt down sharply across her bare, already red bottom. "YOW"! she bucked across his lap as the cracking of the belt reached her ears a split second before her bottom exploded in pain. "I said..." he scolded, bringing the belt down across the crease where her bottom cheeks met her thighs. "AHHHHH!" she shrieked. "...that if you stole again..." another stoke landed, this time across the top of her thighs. "OH GOD!" she screamed. "... that you would be..." this stroke smacked across the fullest part of her round bottom. "PLEASE!!!!!!" Emma cried. "...one..." the belt cracked down again. "NO!" "... very ..." another hard lash. "Yiehhh!" "... sorry..." the belt hit hard across Emma's sit-spot "AAAAAAAAAUUUHHHH!" "...girl..." it landed even harder just above her stocking tops. "Ohhhh GOD!..." she yelped. Again and again the belt rose and fell. Emma yelped or screamed with every stroke, and sobbed bitterly, her bottom on fire from the belt. She blubbered apologies and promises and pleas for her daddy to stop until he was certain that he had given her every hard stroke he would have given Kate had she been such a foolish and disobedient girl. When he finally let the belt fall to the floor, Emma was crying hoarsely with a puddle of tears under her face as she lay over his lap trying to catch her breath. Her bottom was dark red, swollen, and so hot it radiated heat. He released her hands, but held her in place over his lap. She cried into her hands. He gently caressed her back, neck and hair, but he didn't dare touch her bottom it was so tender. He gave Emma time to relax and calm down, her tears gradually subsiding and the intense sting faded. He reached over to the desk and snagged a Kleenex from the dispenser. He gently held in for her, pressing it into her hands. Emma sniffed, wiped her eyes, and gently blew her nose. "Alright Emma?" he asked softly. She nodded and managed to get something that sounded like "yes sir" out. He rubbed her back again, then lifted gently on her shoulder, "up Emma." he gently instructed. She struggled to her feet and stood in front of him, not completely steady. She thought for a moment about trying to cover her nakedness with her hands, but didn't. No, she wanted to be exposed. "Emma, I think you've learned how I regard stealing now, haven't you?' he softly asked. "Yes Sir." she answered as bravely as she could, knowing that she still had more coming. "I told you that after the handspanking and spanking with the belt over my lap, I was going to bend you over that desk," he nodded, "and give you 25 more hard strokes with the belt Emma - one for each dollar that CD cost." his eyes locked with hers. "Do you think you deserve that Emma?" She lowered her eyes, but then looked up into his eyes again, "Yes Sir." she bravely said. He stood and put his arms around her, pulling her near-naked body against him, "Yes, you do deserve that Emma." She trembled in his arms, knowing she was going to get everything she asked for. "... but not today Emma." he said softly, putting his hand on the back of her head, prompting her to cry softly on his shoulder. "But I deserve it daddy," she cried, "you'd give it to Kate, because you love her. Don't you love me as much as Kate Daddy?" He held her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length - looking her in the eye. "Emma," he said softly, "You deserve to be put over that desk and spanked hard with my belt 25 times. I'm not letting you off the hook, but I think you've had enough for one day. Daddy says so, understand?" "Yes Sir." she said, wiping away another tear. He smiled at her, hugged her tightly against him again. She wrapped her arms around him, hesitant to let go. She felt no shame at all being naked in front of him. He kissed her gently on the forehead and gently disengaged from her. "You OK Emma?" he asked. She nodded her head. "OK, I'll wait in your office, you get cleaned up and come out when you're ready, K?" She nodded again, smiled and said "ok" - He unlocked the door and left gave her some privacy. He sat in her office for about 5 minutes before the door opened and Emma Price emerged. He rose to greet her. Her blouse and suit looked the same as when he first met her, but there was a major difference in her appearance. Her hair was down, long and cascading over her shoulders. She'd cleaned off all of her makeup, giving her a fresh, clean, natural look. The biggest change by far was in her face and expression. When she went in that door, she looked old, cold, tense, and frigid. Coming out she looked relaxed, happy, young, and alive. Her eyes were clear and shining, her brow relaxed and unlined. Her skin looked fresh and supple - though admittedly - a bit flushed. Her demeanor in general was pleasant. She looked like she could laugh easily. "Ms. Price," he said softly, "you look wonderful." She smiled, "Thank you Mr. Banner, I've had a very good evening." He took his seat again. She stood behind her desk, "You'll forgive me if I remain standing Sir, um, I mean, Mr. Banner." she grinned. "Quite alright Emma," he smiled, "and you can call me Val now." She smiled still wider, "Thank you Val. I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy day to meet with me.... and I appreciate the effort you made to help me understand Kate's very special situation." They both barely managed to avoid laughing at their own charade. "Speaking of Kate, Emma." he looked into her eyes again, "I told my daughter that is she *ever* wanted to ask or tell me something, she should feel free to do so - even if that means asking me for a spanking." He paused, "The same applies to you Emma." Emma blushed, "Thank you Val, I will take you up on that offer."