They kissed gently reveling in the aftermath of the wonderful orgasms they had experienced. “You taste like pussy, Janna.” “You do too, you bitc...h.” They both laughed and held each other. They lay like that for a half an hour or so, and the phone rang. Janna jumped up and walked over to the phone. “Hello.” “Oh, hello Isaac, how are you?” “No, we aren’t going anywhere, do you want to come over?” “Okay, hang on a second.” “Mary, do you want something to eat? Or do you want to go out later?” “Why. There is no stopping now! I glance around, still no one in the area. I notice an alcove just a few feet away. The dusk has cast a deep shadow in it, leaving just enough light for us to see each other well, but subdued enough that a passing cyclist would likely not notice. I grab her by the shoulders and move her to the alcove and urgently push her back against the bricks. I hurriedly unzip her woolen jacket and peel it off. I see her erect nipples protruding through her camisole, see the sweet. I was shocked when instead of a condom she pulled out a black strap on. This was not small strap on, it was a big black one 11 inches in length and quite wide.“I want to fuck your ass with this”“But that would hurt and it seems kind of gay, plus you’re my teacher”“So you don’t want to pass”“No I do but…”“Either you let me fuck you or you fail”“Can’t I do something else, wash the blackboards, something like that”“No either you take this up your ass or you’re doomed to fail”“I really need this. Mr. Michaels smiled at her submission and pulled the paddle back. He started with lighter taps and built to the strongest spank she had ever felt. One side, then the other and then across the middle. She whimpered and had to fight to keep her arms stretched out, but she didn’t complain. He interspersed lighter strikes with the strong ones and rubbed the paddle in circles giving her time to cool down. She took at least six spanks that were his ‘level six’. They stung horribly, but by.