ooohhh! Now you've got me purring .... a little lower ... that's it
are you sure you wouldn't like to move to Canada?

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Rebecca stared at Mr Campbell in anger, while Gillian looked like she was about to burst into tears. Why, Rebecca wasn't sure; it wasn't Gillian's butt he wanted to look at.

"Come on, Gillian," Rebecca urged her to move. "We have to go now."

"Oh, I don't think so," Mr Campbell blocked her path to the door. "I think your parents would be very interested in your little fantasy, don't you?"

Rebecca didn't answer him, she just glared at him.

"It was just a fantasy, wasn't it, Rebecca?" Mr Campbell's voice was insistant; Rebecca had the sense that he wasn't going to stop asking the question until he got an answer.

Rebecca turned to look at Gillian. If she said it was a fantasy, Gillian would never believe anything she ever said again. And she wanted to tell Gillian about it, that's what best friends were for.

"No," she muttered sullenly. "It was true."

Mr Campbell sounded light and teasing. "What do you think, Gillian? Did it sound like the truth to you?"

"No," Gillian whispered. She just wanted to be out of that room.

Rebecca turned on Gillian. "It was true, Gill! We did all those things I told you. You have to believe me; I really did them."

"I think we need some proof, Rebecca. Otherwise ..." he shrugged his shoulders.

Rebecca ignored him, speaking only to Gillian. "We can go there, and you can ask him, Gilli."

"Oh, I think we can get our proof much easier than that, don't you, Gillian?" Mr Campbell kept making his point, although both girls were ignoring him.

"I'm glad you agree," he continued. Stepping closer, he grabbed Rebecca by her upper arm, and pulled her over to his desk. "Hands on the desk." he barked at her, assuming a much fiercer manner. Rebecca stared at him for a moment, unmoving.

"I do know how to get in touch with your parents, you know," he whispered.

Her eyes fell to the desk top, suddenly realizing that she was as trapped now as she had been last night in Klingman's. Briefly, she considered walking out of the room, but she knew she still couldn't risk her parents finding out what had happened.

As she leaned forward, Mr Campbell walked up beside her. As she settled herself against the edge of the desk, he reached behind her, and flipped up her skirt. They were all shocked when it became apparant that Rebecca wasn't wearing any panties!

Rebecca flushed a deep red in embarrassment. "It hurt when I put on my pants," she stuttered.

"I'm sure it did," Mr Campbell agreed, taking in the still bright red butt in front of him. "That must have hurt, Rebecca," he said.

"Yes," Rebecca started, but then couldn't think of what to say. It was at that moment that Gillian seemed to come out of her trance.

"Oh, Rebecca!" she cried. "That looks awful! It must have hurt you so much!"

"No, Gilli," Rebecca twisted to look at Gillian. "It was great! It just made me feel all tingly inside; it was an amazing feeling. Like lots of butterflies racing around in there. And then it made me tingle all over, especially," she darted a quick look at Mr Campbell, and whispered "especially down there."

"Then what?" Gillian asked back, fascinated.

"Then it made me want sex really, really bad. Everything got all wet and slippery, and then he put his fingers there, and he made me almost pass out!"

"But why did he keep hitting you?"

"That's what makes you want sex, Gilli. When a guy hits you, it means you're gonna have really great sex."

"You mean that's his part of having sex? He hits you, and you get tingly? That's what makes great sex?"

"Yeah," Rebecca sighed. It hadn't been what she expected, either, but it had been great. She just couldn't explain it to Gilli.

Mr Campbell stepped forward. "Lean forward onto the desk, Gillian, and I'll show you."

Gillian was shaking her head before he even stopped talking. "No, no, no!"

"It wasn't a request, Gillian. Do it, NOW!"

Gillian was crying as she turned to do as he had ordered her. "No," she sobbed. "Don't hit me!"

"Gillian, you'll like it, I promise!" Rebecca tried to calm her friend. Why couldn't Gillian understand that it was fun? She'd really like it when she tried it, Rebecca just knew she would.

Mr Campbell turned to Rebecca. "Quiet, Little Miss Know-It-All! You have no idea what you are talking about. A couple of spanks on your butt and you think you know everything about sex? Let me show you the error of your ways!"

Picking a ruler up off his desk, he turned back to Gillian, who was sobbing her heart out. "No, no," was all she could say.

Placing his left hand in the middle of Gillian's back, he pushed her down over the desk. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desktop, her knuckles white. Thunk! Thunk! the ruller whistled down onto her still-covered butt, inflicting no damage at all. Gillian, however, screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Quiet, you little fool!" Mr Campbell thundered. Looking around for something, he finally reached for the hem of Gillian's skirt. Lifting it, he reached for the waistband of her panties. Pulling them down, her forced her to lift her feet so he could remove them from her.

Realizing that she was so involved in her crying that she didn't need to be held down, he used both his hands to remove his belt from his pants. Wadding up the panties, he stuffed them into Gillian's mouth, then held them in place by slipping his belt over her mouth, and tightening it around the back of her head.

Gillian's crying became harder, but they could no longer hear her.

"Do you see, Rebecca? Gillian is getting no pleasure from being spanked."

Rebecca frowned, but nodded. Why was Gillian so crazy? Didn't she see that she could have sex too?

"Not everyone has sex the same way, Rebecca. Just because you liked getting spanked, doesn't mean that Gillian likes it that way. There are lots of ways to enjoy sex." He reached for Gillian's shoulder, causing her to flinch back. "Sit!" he pointed at the floor. Gillian sunk down to her knees, then sat.

"You, Rebecca, were very selfish last night. You took everything, and gave nothing back. How do you think that guy felt, giving you everything, and you just left him there with nothing?"

Rebecca had to admit she hadn't thought about his enjoyment at all.

"Selfish, totally selfish. Let me show you how that feels, Rebecca."
His left hand pushed her over the desk again, until her face was resting on the flat surface. He picked up the hem of her skirt, holding it up with the fingers that were on her back. He now had her bare ass in front of him.

Thawk! The wooden ruler blazed down. "Owww", Rebecca shouted.

"Quiet, or I'll gag you, too."

Thawk! Thawk! Thawk! The ruler hurt much more than that guy's hand had. Rebecca was crying now too, although Gillian had quieted down since sitting on the floor. Thawk! Thawk! Thawk!

There was a pause in the ruler's flight, although Rebecca didn't seem to notice. She was crying heavily now, broken sobs that echoed around the room. Campbell shifted the ruler to his left hand, and slid his right hand down Rebecca's ass cheeks. As his hand rested on the bright red lines appearing on Rebecca's butt cheeks, she tried to squirm away from him. His hand continued down between her legs. His fingers cupped her mound, and Rebecca couldn't stop herself from pushing into his hand.

Although her butt hurt terribly, she couldn't stop her hips from pushing forward, trying to get more contact between her tingly parts and his fingers.

Campbell couldn't help the rather nasty smile that crept across his face. These stupid girls that thought they knew everything, when, in fact, they just managed to make themselves look even stupider than usual. Well, he was going to teach this one a lesson she wouldn't forget; he was going to show her how much she didn't know.

Wriggling his hand around, he was able to get two of his fingers inside Rebecca. She gasped at the feeling, remembering how good it had felt the night before. She had no way of knowing how nice the guy at Klingman's had been, but Campbell was a different sort of man, a much more mature, cynical man, with a cruel streak in him.

Pushing her further down over the desk, until her toes were just barely on the ground, he pushed his fingers deeper into her slit, causing her to grunt in discomfort. Grabbing her clit between his fingers, he pinched and twisted it, sending shafts of heat through Rebecca. Gasping in surprise, Rebecca was suddenly aware that this was not the same as the treatment she had received last night.

As she felt the shudders build up inside her, Rebecca was dismayed to feel his fingers leave her. The ruler fell again and again, causing her to cry out and sob. Campbell's hand clutched at her hair, pulling her head backwards. She squeaked in pain.

"Be. Quiet." he hissed.

"Can't. Hurts." she gasped.

"Shut up, kid," he growled. Just the tone of his voice was enough to scare Rebecca, so she locked her jaw shut, and promised herself she would not make another sound.

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