He’d glanced around the hall, searching for his girl. Prom night: this was no time for them to be apart.
“She went outside, I think,” a friend advised. “About ten minutes ago. With some of the other girls.”
Out from the noise and the lights of the school-gym-turned-dancefloor he headed, into the stark lights of the corridor. Glancing up: a group of her friends huddled together further along. He went towards them, soon seeing their tears. Panicked, re-assuring. “What’s up?” And where was she?
And then, filling the silence of their lack-of-response, through the classroom door: the loudest of whacks; a cry. Her cry.
He turned to them for explanation. “The principal. He caught us smoking. Six strokes of the paddle each. She was brave: she went first.”
Another whack. Another cry. And then the door was opening, and his tear-stained girl emerged – into his arms. “The next one can go in,” she whispered.
And before she knew it, he was leading his brave girl along the corridors, trying the doors, until one opened. Flicking on the lights, without letting her go. Pushing her face down over the end of the teacher’s desk. Lifting her prom dress; pulling at her panties; unzipping even as he took in the bruises from her beating. And entering her, deep inside for the first time as she gasped. Their prom; tonight was for their memories: an evening for good times, even if the shame and pain of the punishment she had just received made her sob under his unrelenting thrusts…
God, this is hot.
But what kind of man would paddle girls on their prom night?! Mean!
I can think of one or two, Olivia. 😀
Of course, a girl with any sort of common sense wouldn’t allow her boyfriend to lead her off like that afterward. I fear she’ll regret it as getting caught seems inevitable.
His girl might be brave, but she’s also a bit reckless.
Reckless, or obedient? She might fear the punishment he’d give her if she disobeyed him more than the punishment she’d get if they got caught.