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Part 9
Miyuki was standing in Umeda's office. She had changed back to her school uniform. Her hair was wet, for she had just showered.
Umeda and Tanaka was discussing what to do with her. For her disobedience, she had to be punished.
Miyuki could not believe it was happening. She had never been punished this way before. When she was a mischievous elementary school girl, she had been asked to stand on her chair, or pull her ears, but had never been exposed to corporal punishment. On occasion, a particularly strict teacher who caught a student cheating on a test might use a ruler to hit the hand of the student.
She was told to stand by the edge of Umeda's table. Mr Umeda's heart was pounding, as he told her to face the table, and use her hands to grasp the opposite end of the table. As the table was quite wide, her doing so made her upper body almost flat against the top of the table, whilst her lower body was upright, with her thighs pressed against the solid oak table.
Umeda took the long, hard wooden ruler, and placed it on the girl's behind. Her reaching over to hold the other end of the table strained her school blouse - Umeda could see her lovely breasts pushing out the front of her uniform as she leaned close to the table top. Her skirt revealed a couple of inches of the back of her thighs.
He pulled back his hand, and struck his first blow with the ruler, right on Miyuki's backside. She yelped, "Ooowwww!" surprised at how much it stung. She clenched her teeth - she was not going to yowl like a baby no matter how much it hurt, she decided. At least if she had to bear the indignity of being spanked, she was going to try not to cry out like a kid being spanked.
"Whhhack!" Miyuki flinched at the heavy blow, and stopped herself from crying out. Umeda felt a sense of power that was intoxicating. Here he was striking this untouchable teenager. Untouchable because she had been the model student. She was a nice girl, good at her studies, and best in behavior. And now she was being beaten by him for misbehavior. She had a perfect image before, a class monitress, a teacher's pet. And now, she was sprawled in front of his desk in a totally submissive position, her vulnerable behind was his for taking - that tarnishing of that perfect image of her made him hunger for more. He mistook Miyuki's silence at his next two blows as being too soft on her, and decided to hit harder.
Raising the ruler high, Umeda struck again. "Uuhh.." Miyuki could not help but cry out a little. She could feel some tears rimming her eyes. Umeda cherished the response that each blow made - he loved it when he made the girl cry out. He loved how her hair flew across her face as she absorbed each blow, the subtle tensing of her buttock muscles just before his blow struck. Umeda felt a stirring in his loins - he was getting aroused hitting this girl! She was in his power.
Miyuki felt extremely humiliated. All her life, she has never been spanked before, not even by her strict father. And now, she's already sixteen years old, and she had to go through this. The blow on her backside stung. It smarted long after the hard wooden ruler left its mark on her buttocks. She was glad that her skirt (and panties) was providing a small layer of protection. All of a sudden, her hand involuntarily released its grip on the edge of the table. She had felt the beginning of a terrible itch in a familiar area, and her hand yearned to scratch it.
"Your hands back in position, Reiko-san!" Tanaka's voice boomed. Umeda had paused briefly when Tanaka spoke; he had not even noticed that Miyuki had released her grip. Rather he was sizing up the back view of this pretty teenager bent almost 90 degrees over his table.
The itch spread in Miyuki's crotch area like a swarm of angry bees. "Oh no, not now!" Of all the times her mysterious ailment struck her, this had to be the worst. In class, she would had to run out to the bathroom and take almost a quarter of an hour to relieve the itch. She had tried not to scratch, but it felt unbelievably good when she did. In most cases, once she peeled off her panties and exposed the area, it felt better. What Miyuki did not know was that the contagion was from her undergarment, and that it was aggravated by any perspiration or heat. A person wearing the contaminated garment would not feel anything for some time, and then as the skin perspired, even in small amounts, that would start the itching.
And she never suspected that Tanaka was the culprit behind this. He would doctor her panties as she went for PE class and left her change of clothes unguarded in the classroom. A few times the itch happened while she was walking home - she almost felt like pulling her skirt up, or even taking off her panties under her skirt.
Tanaka resisted smiling as he saw Miyuki squirming noticeably as Umeda prepared to continue spanking her. He had done it again, he had crept away in the midst of Miyuki's makeup gym lesson, and sprinkled some of his magic powder over the crotch of her clean pair of panties - the same pair that she was wearing now, after her shower.
"Be still, girl," Umeda said in a stern tone. The truth was that his eyes were roaming over the delicious form of the girl hunched over his table. Could she not take the pain anymore? He had only given her seven strokes of the ruler so far.
"Whaaaack!" The next stroke descended onto Miyuki's backside, and sent a searing wave of pain through her already bruised buttocks. "Uuuuuhhhhh....", Miyuki bit her lips. Amazingly, the itch subsided for a second as the nerves of her lower body screamed at the offending blow, forgetting about the irritation in her pubic area.
Miyuki's tired arms could no longer support her upper body's weight.. her elbows rested on the table, as the next blow came. "Whhhaaaccck!" She turned her head aside as her mouth opened in a cry, her eyes closed. She could feel the hot tears escaping from her lids and streaming down her face. But she did not want to open her eyes, and see Tanaka smirking at her.
Too bad I can't catch this on video.. Tanaka mused.
Umeda continued his spanking. Besides the obvious flinching when each stroke made contact with the girl's soft body, Miyuki was making small bodily movements as if she was in heat! Umeda did not stop nor slow down his spanking. He just kept watching in fascination as the girl seemed to rub her thighs (still mostly hidden under the skirt) together.
Umeda struck again, slightly distracted. This last blow did not quite land squarely on Miyuki's buttocks, and when he lifted his ruler, her school girl skirt 'stuck' to it for a split second. The skirt fell back in place, but not quite in place. It covered most of her butt still, but the back of her upper left thigh was now completely exposed, and one can glimpse her white panties through the folds of the skirt.
Unknown to Miyuki, the two grown men were now staring at her creamy white thighs. Umeda blinked, and resumed his composure. He struck again, squarely. He could see the little cartoon character Hello Kitty embroidered all around the border of the cotton undergarment. Again, the girl squirmed, and Umeda imagined what her crotch looked like, just a few inches away from where his eyes could see. Was she aroused by being beaten? That was impossible. But then here he was, getting aroused by beating her.
Miyuki almost prayed that Umeda would not pause so long between the strokes. For the itch was unbearable, and the temptation to steal her hand under her panties great. When he hit her, there was temporary relief from the itch.
Umeda in the meantime, was fantasizing about the very scene he was in. The girl was hunched over his table, her skirt hiked up, and her panties around her knees. He was fucking her from behind. Every time he humped her, she would cry out not unlike how she cried out with each stroke of his beating.
The spanking continued, and Umeda's blow fell lower, nearer to the girl's crotch. Miyuki cried out, whether in pain or in relief, she was not sure herself. But the blow stung her pubic area, but was almost extremely satisfying in quenching the fire of the itch. "Uuuhhhhhh..." she cried out. It was almost a pleasurable moan. She was ashamed, confused, and humiliated. Miyuki Reiko broke down, and started sobbing, the tears streaming down her pretty face.
Umeda continued for a few more strokes, and then stopped. "Alright, I think you learnt your lesson."
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