Schoolgirl Spanking Role-Play With My Client

Tonight, I was going out with a new client, he requested a spanking session with an escort. Despite the fact I didn’t quite fancy BDSM, spanking wasn’t that bad. I even preferred getting spanked, instead of dominating a man. I also really loved the elaborate role-play and that was a part of his proposition. We established we’d meet for the outcall in The Kensington Hotel lobby and then head to his room. The role play was supposed to start immediately, where the lobby would act as a school corridor and the room — a teacher’s office.

I felt a mix of excitement and nerves as I awaited Todd, my assumed teacher. I dressed in a smart blouse and pencil skirt, trying to pull off that shy grey mouse look. My hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and a pair of fake glasses, perched on my nose, added an intellectual touch. My eyes scanned the room, eagerly anticipating his arrival.

Finally, I recognized him, he looked just like in a picture he’s sent me earlier. His neatly pressed shirt and tie complemented the sophisticated atmosphere of the hotel. As we locked eyes, a subtle tension lingered, hinting at the intriguing role play scenario we were about to embark on.

I knew he was supposed to punish me for something, but I didn’t know what yet. I left that part for him to figure out.

“I’ve found drugs in your locker, Miss Jenkins,” he said sternly, stopping half a step away from me and locking his arms behind his back.

I hung my head, trying to get into the scene. A student caught with drugs, I’d be terrified.

“They’re not mine,” I mumbled, barely audible.

“Oh, really?” he questioned, looming over me and genuinely making me afraid with how studious his glance was.

“They are… They are,” I stuttered, “They’re mine.”

“Let’s talk it over in my office,” he sighed and steered me towards the elevator.

He locked the door behind us, when we entered his room, and ordered me to sit down at a small table in the kitchen area. He sat in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes. I hung my head, studying the counter instead.

“Whose are the drugs?” he seethed.

“M-mine.”

A loud bang startled me, and I looked up to see him smacking his hand on the desk. 

“Shall we try that again?” he asked, standing up and walking around the table to stand next to me.

It wasn’t his first role-play with an escort, that was obvious. The position he assumed was empowering and intimidating, he must’ve known what he was doing. I found myself sinking further into my chair, unable to look up at him.

“I swear, they’re mine,” I replied softly.

“So I guess you want to get expelled then? We have a zero-drugs policy. We won’t tolerate them. You are a bright girl, Miss Jenkins, think. That would mean you’ll never get to go to a university.”

Though he wasn’t shouting or speaking rapidly, there was a threatening undertone to his voice.

“Please, I can’t get expelled,” I whimpered.

“Maybe we can come to an agreement,” he said, sounding more pleasant now, his hand caressed my cheek.

“Anything, sir, I’ll do anything,” I solemnly swore.

“You’ve been a bad girl, a very bad girl,” he said, before leaning forwards and whispering, “And bad girls have to get punished.”

I nodded slowly, letting him guide me to stand up. He sat on the small couch and pulled me to his lap, in a position adults use to spank their kids. I’ve done it before, and I loved it as a submissive escort.

“Hold still!” he said as I felt his arm tighten around my waist, holding me firmly across his lap. 

He raised my skirt up and pulled down my panties. I shivered, not just from the sudden breeze on my bare buttocks, but from the anticipation.

At first, he just touched me, feeling the soft skin and squeezing here and there. Then, suddenly, I heard a swoosh of air and a sharp pain on my left cheek. I yelled out, more from the surprise than actual pain.

“Since it’s your first punishment, I’ll go easy on you,” he reassured me, massaging the spot he’d hit, “We’ll do ten smacks, but I need you to count, all right?”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed quickly.

I couldn’t help but whimper again as the first hit landed. 

“One,” I said quietly, taking in shaky breaths.

By number five, I’m squirming and trying to, if not break free, then at least make him change the spot. So far, he’s only spanked my left cheek.

I got mentally ready for the sixth smack, but it didn’t come. Instead, I felt his long finger creeping inside me. I let out a moan and stuck out my arse even more. He started finger fucking me at a fast pace, but right before I came, he stopped. He resumed the spanking, to my displeasure. I was so aroused and wet, his self-control was astonishing!

I continued counting, as he continued spanking me until finally I yelled out the number ten.

Then, he placed me on the couch on my knees, with legs wide open and hands on the backrest. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I soon I didn’t have to look to know. I felt his hard cock slipping inside my dripping wet pussy. He started breeding me, still spanking my red arse from time to time. By the time we both finished, my throat was sore from screaming, my bottom felt like it was about to fall off, but I was undoubtedly satisfied.

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