Thwack!
‘God no!” she demanded
Thwack!
“Please Mr. Neville!” she pleaded.
Thwack! The final swat landed to an uproarious protest, and the poor girl fell against the desk in a near faint.
The room was suddenly so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Miss Gibbs, broke the silence. By either instinct or embarrassment, she leaned forward to raise Regina’s panties covering the fiery bottom. In turn she lowered Regina’s skirt and helped her stand.
Facing Mr. Neville again, there were tears streaming down the girl’s face. Without thinking her hand went back to massage the damaged cheeks.
“I can be fair and pleasant, and easy to get along with,” Mr. Neville explained evenly. His own passions were now much more subdued. “But I can also be unrelenting then it’s necessary,” he continued. “
