Spanked With Ruler Novels & Stories

“You should be. Count.” That was the only warning I got before I felt the first stroke of a ruler on my ass. I whimpered, but I didn’t forget to count. “One.” The next one followed immediately and for a second, I thought it would break my skin. It was that painful. “Two.” Damon spanked me five times. When he was done, he rubbed on the abused flesh soothingly, making me sigh in satisfaction. “You took your punishment so well, I’ll have to reward you at home.”

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

And a thick black permanent marker. “Stand up and bend over my desk.” I obeyed instantly, pressing my chest against the cold wood. He flipped my skirt up and yanked my panties down to my ankles. The first strike of the ruler across my ass made me gasp. The sting was sharp and immediate. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” I breathed. He brought the ruler down again. Harder. “Two.” By the time he reached ten, my ass was burning and I was dripping down my thighs. My pussy clenched with every strike.

he said, "I think you need a taste so you know the consequences should you be tempted to fuck around." He disappeared behind me again. I stayed bent over, looking out of the window at the city skyline. Sharp blistering pain radiated across my exposed ass as Stephen spanked me with the metal rule. I cried out in pain. "Keep still," he ordered. Again. A sharp smack against my soft skin. This time, the pain started to tingle and gave me a rush of pleasure. I'd been spanked before but not like this. "I'll spank the slut out of you if I need to." He said.

He rubbed his hands over her bum, caressing it with circular motions. He ran his finger down the crack, over her hole, up and down. He kneaded her buttcheeks, opening them and inspecting her, before sliding his finger further towards her pussy. “I get what you mean, Professor Dorian, but I have promised not to do it again. Please" Tina said, turning her head to speak to him. “I’m Sir to you, not professor. Now I’m going to have to spank you harder.” Before she could protest, he picked up a ruler f4om his desk and landed it directly on her ass in three quick successions.

“Nooo, I just bent them a little.” “No ‘in’ through the out door.” “I think you came up with that rule for something slightly… larger.” It was true, but… “This better not turn into ‘give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile.’” “It won’t,” he said with a smile. “And it wasn’t degrading, was it?” “Nooo, but it was a little bit painful.” “What,” he frowned, “the – ” “NO, NOT THAT,” I said, blushing furiously, not wanting him to name what he’d done to me. “Just the… the spanking part.”

“Yes, Priest.” I replied. With my ass fully exposed and the wooden ruler pressed into my cheeks, my pús'sy gushed onto my thong. "Okay, let's begin." He said. When the ruler moved away from my ass I expected a light tap. Oh, how I was wrong. THWACK! The ruler slapped against both of my cheeks in unison, and I felt the sting of the thin, long ruler hit me. "Oooh fú'ck!!" I gasped in the shock of the pain.

Gooseflesh raced across my skin. I heard the soft scrape of wood against wood. A ruler. It was long, thick, and ebony appeared in her hand. She tapped it once against her palm. “You will learn discipline here, Anna. And obedience. And…” She trailed the edge of the ruler down my spine, slow, deliberate. “…the sweetness of submission.” The first strike landed across my búttocks with a sharp crack. I cried out, more from shock than pain. Heat bloomed instantly. “Count,” she ordered.

My skirt had bunched even higher now, the cool office air slipping right under the pleats and brushing against my bare ass because I’d worn that tiny black thong today—the one that barely covered anything at all. I shifted my weight, trying to tug the fabric down without him noticing, but the movement only made the skirt ride up more. I could feel the cool air on my skin, on the soft curve where my ass met my thighs. “Wrong again,” he said, flat and cold. He reached for the thick wooden ruler on his desk, the one he sometimes used to point at the board during lectures. “Hold still.” Before I could even open my mouth to protest, the flat side of the ruler cracked hard across my left ass cheek

It was so weird. He smiled. “Good, now lean over the desk and spread your legs. It’s time for your penance.” Again, I did as I was told. I saw him take the ruler from the side table. When it struck my ass I yelped and jumped in surprise. “Be quiet or I’ll have to gag you,” he said. Then he brought the ruler across my ass again, and again, over and over until my ass stung and my pussy was dripping wet.