"Well, what have we here?"

Amy heard the familiar-sounding voice coming from the foyer, and was surprised to see Randall Walden standing there, leaning against the wall, arms folded, the distinct impression of a sly grin across his lips.

'My arch-nemesis,' Amy had called him. Not to his face, of course, but when speaking about him to her friends at Westridge Academy. Randall was twenty years old- four years her senior, a junior at Grantbrook Collegiate and a total creep. 'My arch-nemesis,' she had called him, a word Amy had just recently picked up not from school, but from a comic book she had read She wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but knew for certain that it applied to Randall Walden.

"What are you doing here, Randall? How did you even get in here?" she demanded.

"Don't you remember, Amy? Your dad gave me the key to this place. Now, I can come and go as I please. Being captain of the debate and football team has its perks, you know!"

"Right," she said halfheartedly, rolling her eyes. Amy was in the middle of a book- a gushy romance novel for teens- and she began reading again, trying as hard as she could to ignore the unignorable presence that was Randall Walden.

"I came her to check up on you. What, may I ask, are you doing out of school at this hour?"

The last thing Amy wanted to do was pursue this matter with Randall. "The teachers at my school are really lenient. We pretty much get to do whatever we want," she said, dismissively.

"I highly doubt that," he said, arms folded. "I doubt that very strongly."

"Who cares? It's not like we had any exams or readings to do anyway. What difference does it make whether I'm in class or not? Since when are you so concerned about my education?"

"It's not so much a matter of academics as it is one of discipline. You spoiled girls seem to believe you can get away with flaunting the rules, especially those of truancy. Frankly, I find it amazing that your professors have allowed you to get away with it for this long without meting out the proper disciplinary measure."

Amy laughed loudly, in a rather mocking tone. "Ha! What do you think they should do- spank our bums?" she said derisively, punctuating her question by turning around, sticking her bum out and smacking her posterior with the palm of her hand.

"That is precisely what I think they should do. In fact, I don't have to tell you who else strongly believes in that notion as well, do I?"

Of course, by that he meant his father, the headmaster at Chatham Girls Reform School, whose principle task it was to dole out just such corrections on a daily basis. All of the kids in town knew about him and his "posterity board", featuring before and after photographs of the behinds of all the girls he dealt with. Randall recalled one night, rummaging through his father's desk, coming across a handful of the photos sticking out of a file in the drawer. He could only imagine the faces of the young girls whose bare bottoms his father smacked with a taut leather strap as they counted each spank out loud, teeth clenched, tears streaming down their faces. Even though he wasn't present at the time of the spankings, the very sight of the crimson female ass cheeks, replete with broad strap indentations at least four centimetres thick, made him nearly ache with joy.  In some pictures, the girls' legs were closed tightly together, but others, especially those that had the errant girl positioned over a chair, showed the girls legs open wide enough that he could clearly make out the exact shape and texture of the girl's pussy, which was oftentimes swelled to what seemed like the point of orgasm. What amused him most was spotting the many differences among the girls' privates, like studs and piercings in their labias or interesting patterns shaved into their pubic hair. This also made it easier for him to weed out the biggest sluts in the school, those that probably wouldn't slap him for his blunt advances.

"Don't talk to me about that pervert!" Amy nearly screamed. "You know what he did to my friend Elyse- she still has strap marks on her bum from six months ago! Not to mention the fact that he stripped her completely naked and then fingered her!"

"Maybe you should learn not to associate with such obviously disrespectful, loose-tongued young ladies," Randall retorted. "I'm quite certain your friend got exactly what she had coming to her. How dare you speak ill of my father, you little tart!"

"What do I need to do to get you to leave me alone?" Amy asked, nearly exasperated at this point.

"You can start by sliding your skirt and underpants down to your knees and bending over this table- feet apart and bum unclenched, of course."

Amy hesitated momentarily, before Randall added impatiently, "Or, if you'd prefer, I can call my father and tell him how much you enjoy playing truant, not to mention what you said about him. I suspect he'd think nothing of stripping you bare himself and putting you over his lap for a good hour or so!"

Amy didn't have to mull that threat over long, and she reluctantly- yet promptly- turned around and undid her skirt. She pulled it down off her hips, letting it slide down to her feet, her white cotton underpants all that remained She then grabbed a hold of her waistband and slowly pulled her underpants down to her knees as well.

"Legs open, young lady," he reminded her, scoldingly. She obediently spread her legs about eight centimetres from each other, and Randall could clearly make out the upside-down pout of Amy's pussy, framed in light brown pubic fuzziness. How long he had waited to have her in this very position! He could feel himself growing even harder now as he surveyed her posterior and nether regions, thinking that, although he had very little respect for this waifish young girl, after the accusatory comments she made about his father, he would have no qualms about stripping off his pants and briefs and entering her from the rear while she moaned ceaselessly, just to teach her a lesson.

"Good," he said plainly, as he walked up directly behind her and put his hand on the small of her back. "Since this is your first offence, I shall be lenient and only use my hand on your backside, although Lord knows you should get at least the strap for what you said!"

After several brief moments of suspense, Amy felt a hard, swift slap land against her right buttock. It was surprisingly painful- more so than she had expected- and the sound that accompanied it was incredibly loud, almost loud enough, she thought, to be heard from outdoors.

"Oh, you bastard!" she cried out fiercely, her expression at once one of shock and anger.

"Quiet!" Randall said, angrily, "or I'll put you on time out in the corner and make you hold a zucchini between your butt cheeks!"

Despite how nearly comical that threat sounded, Amy could see that he was quite serious and knew that he was very likely to make good on that promise, among others.

The spanking continued for several more minutes, Randall's pattern of smacking one cheek several times and then the other repeating fluidly and without hesitation.

"You... will... have... respect... for... your... elders!" he lectured harshly, emphasizing each word with another successive smack on her bottom "Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

"Yes!" she answered, rather meekly but still audibly.

"You... (smack)... will not... (smack)... play... (smack)... truant... (smack)... from... (smack)... school!"

"YES!" she cried out, much louder than before. Randall couldn't help but notice that during this time, Amy's right hand, which had been firmly planted on the mahogany table in front of her, had stolen away between her legs and had begun caressing the lips of her pussy, her fingertips pushing hard against her clit.

Randall smiled coyly. Apparently, she was enjoying this experience as much as he was.

"YES, YES, YES!" she screamed with each successive smack, the sound of both his palms against her naked rear and her yelps increasing with volume. Her fingers were stroking her clit hard and fast now, and he noticed that she was keeping her labia open using her index and ring finger, with her middle finger rapidly caressing the near spastic clit. Very cute technique, he thought to himself, smiling coyly again.

"HARDER, HARDER!" he heard her scream suddenly, her bottom already an incredibly fiery red, yet still jiggling defiantly as if pleading to be disciplined further, perhaps with help from a strap or tawse. He mused that that might not be out of the question for this naughty young girl.

"Naughty!" he cried out, giving one big, final smack across her dimpled rear, sending both cheeks into near convulsions, before instinctively thrusting two fingers deep into her pussy, his thumb finding its way comfortably into her anus, just as her privates nearly exploded in orgasm, her thighs jiggling almost violently.

He waited several minutes till she calmed down before removing his fingers from her nether regions.

"I hope you've learned a lesson today," he said plainly.

"Eat me," she retorted, sliding her underpants back over her crimson backside, then her skirt, wet cum still trickling down her left thigh.

"Pardon me, but I don't believe I've dismissed you yet, young lady."

"What? What are you talking about?" she said, vehemently.

"We're not done here. You are not to leave until I tell you to. I believe we have another matter to take care of."

"Oh, no," she said, "you can't be serious. You already spanked me- isn't that enough?"

"No, it's not. As far as I'm concerned, you're still serving a detention and you have yet to pay off all your time owed to me."

Amy rolled her eyes and shook her head, muttering something under her breath, then promptly and swiftly pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing two large, milk white breasts with thumb-sized nipples. She then unzipped her skirt again and yanked both her skirt and panties down to the floor, kicking them off to the side. She quickly sank to her knees, unzipped his pants, yanked them down and was immediately greeted by his massively erect cock. Without hesitation, she grabbed it firmly in her right hand and slid it into her mouth, massaging it back and forth as she did so. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her head around the head of his massive erection, while her hands continued to masturbate the shaft with proficiency. After a minute or two, she unexpectedly pulled his cock completely upright and began furiously licking it from the base all the way to the head, in a vigorous up and down motion, sporadically sucking on the bottom portion of the shaft and giving his scrotum a quick, but much appreciated, smack with the palm of her hand.

She was prepared for the explosion that followed, instinctively aiming his cock away from her face and down towards her tits, which caught the majority of the result.

"Now we're finished," Randall said, out of breath and nearly panting. "You may get dressed."

Amy slipped her clothes back on, as Randall pulled up his pants and buttoned them.

"Care for a lift to school, my little truant girl?" he said, almost sweetly, with just a hint of devilish menace still in his voice.

Amy looked out the window and saw the hot red BMW parked out in the driveway.

"Sure, just don't drive too fast," she said shyly, but a quick, wicked flash of her eyelashes told him he could drive as fast as he liked.