Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

"Come on, Ms. Thompson, it's not that big a deal, I was just checking basketball scores, untie me already, this shit's cutting into me, and my arms are killing me." She ignored me at first, shuffling through a stack of papers on her desk with deliberate slowness, like she was savoring my discomfort, then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she yanked open a drawer and pulled out a long, wooden ruler, the kind that's thick and unyielding, perfect for old-school punishment. She stood up slowly, her high heels clicking menacingly on the tiled floor as she approached, ger perfume wafted over me, a heady mix of vanilla and musk that made my head spin.

If spanking with his hands no longer did the job, he should upgrade it. Looking around, Joe found a ruler that he seldom used. It was perfect! Testing the ruler on his wrist, Joe felt more sting, but it did not leave a permanent mark. Looking at his swollen testicles, an idea came to him. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji & Goodgrief Sausagepen xxX<<

I replied with a grin on my face. She lifted my skirt and a rush of excitement filled me. My nerves being replaced with lust and horniness. I wanted more. The ruler smacked down on me. This time there was a slight sting, but the fabric was still providing lots of protection. With one swift move the teacher pulled down my tights and my knickers. I felt the cool air of the classroom on my bare ass. I was shocked by my feelings on this. This should have been my worst nightmare. I should be running for the door. Instead my body wanted more. I loved the feeling of everyone's eyes on me. Judging me and desiring me. It was a massive leap from no one having seen me naked before to a room full of peo

She was so surprised that her eyes widened. "You want me to memorize such a thick book in seven days? Are you a devil?" Bertha ignored Rose, who continued to open the second box. This is a punishment ruler made of high-quality sandalwood, with a tough texture and extremely beautiful color. "If you can't remember, it will help you remember. To be honest, I don't like using this method of education, but you are not good, if you don't use this ruler, I'm afraid you won't listen, so if you make a mistake in the future, it will help you correct it."

"Oooooooh... You bully!" "Pah-pah-pah..." "You're wrong and you have to pick the tool to get beaten up? You're so spoiled! It starts counting when you start counting, so keep it up!" "Oooooooo..." The ruler slapped down on the hot, glowing little bum one at a time, landing in long ruler marks across the entire bum squat, landing several times in a row in the same spot on the buttocks' peaks, and Elena wiggled her bum from side to side in pain to avoid it.

He ordered in a pure dominating tone and I instantly complied by standing up and removing my shirt. I have no clue now what he's planning to do with me but I'm sure I'm certainly going to enjoy it. He is gazing at my crotch and it twitched just by his intense look. "I think you can take more spanks." He uttered after taking out a wooden ruler from the drawer, making my eyes widen in shock. Fuck! He's going to spank me again at the same spot and that too with the ruler. Can I take it more? It's getting tougher for me.

I bent forward, pressing my breasts against the cool wood of his desk, ass presented to him. He stepped behind me. His hand smoothed over my ass cheek almost tenderly, then without warning — *crack* — the ruler came down. I gasped sharply. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” I whispered. Another strike, harder. The sting bloomed into heat. “Two…” He spanked me with the ruler again and again, alternating cheeks, occasionally rubbing the sore skin with his palm. By the tenth strike I was moaning, pushing my ass back for more.

Then the ruler came down again—directly on my bare flesh. Crack! I groaned, gripping the desk edges. It hurt more without the pants, but the heat spread deeper, mixing with the ache in my balls. She spanked me like that for what felt like forever—maybe thirty more times—until my ass was on fire, marked with red lines from the ruler. Each smack echoed in the quiet office, my counts getting weaker. 'That's enough for now,' she finally said, tossing the ruler aside. I heard her moving behind me, the zipper of her skirt, then footsteps to a cabinet.

The next morning unfurled with the clash of steel striking the air, each blow sending invisible sparks up into the clear blue sky. The court filled with the sound of battle—Ayman locked in combat with his companion-at-arms. His sword, gripped in unwavering steel, moved mercilessly, each strike echoing with a force that demanded submission. Sweat traced glistening beads over his sun-tanned skin, gliding down like molten honey before vanishing into his collar. With eyes fixed, sharp as an eagle’s, he pressed forward, forcing his opponent to yield. One final, ruthless strike sent the man sprawling to the ground with a groan of defeat.

In my hand is a little white nub of chalk. “Every right answer is an extra ten points to your test grade,” he instructs. “Every wrong answer is my ruler on your ass.” He flips up my skirt to reveal my bouncy, bare ass cheeks. I let out a surprised squeal and looked back at him. I decide I don’t give a damn about my test grade. I write out the wrong answer for every formula, and I receive a swat of Mr. Galloway’s wooden ruler on my bruising, bright pink booty. It stings so good, and it makes me so wet between my thighs.