CLAP "Hyaa—"
My hand cracked against her butt, the sharp sound echoing through the silent classroom, immediately followed by her soft moan. I hadn't hit her very hard, but in the quiet room the slap sounded loud. Everyone was looking at us. Her butt felt surprisingly soft against my palm.
I raised my hand again and slapped her.
CLAP "Hyii—"
This time the moan sounded different, and she looked at me in pain. I might have hit her a little harder than I meant to, so I gave her an apologetic look.
It was a good thing I was wearing tight underpants; otherwise my excitement might have been obvious. Though in this world, I didn't think it would have mattered much anyway.
I raised my hand once more and slapped her again, softer than before.
CLAP
"Hmm—"
She moaned quietly with her mouth closed.
This time I didn't lift my hand immediately. I let it rest on her butt for a moment, feeling its shape properly. Then I gently caressed her cheek, acting as if I was trying to ease the sting a little.
I did it again for the fourth time, and on the fifth time, after the spank, I properly grabbed her ass, taking in the feeling in my hand.
Her skin was dark in color, so there was only a slight hint of red visible.
"You can sit down," Miss Stevens said to Tilly.
Tilly pulled her skirt down and sat back in her seat.
After I moved toward Ria, the girl whose name I couldn't remember earlier. Seeing me walk toward her, she also stepped out from her desk. I quickened my pace because I didn't want her to lift her skirt before I reached her.
She turned her back toward me and started lifting her grey skirt, revealing her brown, thick thighs. Seeing them made you want to put your face between them and be enveloped by their softness. Alas, I couldn't do that, but I would feel their softness another way.
She lifted her skirt and held it against her back, revealing pinkish-white panties stretched over her large buttocks. Unlike Tilly's, hers didn't fit tightly around her butt, which was surprising since her ass was much bigger. The panties were a little big in size, so they didn't reveal as much as I had hoped when she lifted her skirt.
Since I had already gone this far, I decided to ask for a little more. I leaned closer and spoke quietly near her ear.
"Can I lift your panties a little?" I asked softly into Ria's ear.
She looked a little surprised and confused by the question, but she nodded, giving me permission.
After getting her permission, I grabbed the waistband of her panties and lifted them slightly, pulling the fabric tighter around her hips and revealing more of her skin. The sudden movement surprised her a little, but she didn't react much.
Her hips were round, a little heavy so they sagged slightly, yet it didn't make them any less attractive. If anything, it made them look softer.
Man, I really want to put my face in there, I thought as I looked at her asscheeks. But I had work to do.
So I raised my hand and brought it down on her ass. CLAP.
"Ah—"
The impact made her flinch slightly as the flesh rippled under my palm. She was much softer than Tilly. A faint red handprint had already appeared where I struck.
I spanked her again, but this time my hand lingered, resting there for a moment. Her skin felt warm and smooth beneath my palm, her thighs soft where my fingers brushed them. For a second my hand almost stayed there, but I pulled it away and lifted it again—this time bringing it down on the other side.
She let out another soft sound.
When I raised my hand again, she shifted forward slightly.
Did I hit too hard?
"Was that too hard?" I whispered.
Ria nodded faintly without looking back at me, then adjusted herself and got back into position.
This time I swung my hand with a lighter motion, almost like a quick wave before the strike. The sound was loud when my palm landed, but it probably didn't hurt as much.
To be sure, I leaned closer and whispered into her ear.
"Is that better?"
She nodded again.
Since the motion didn't leave my hand there for long, I raised it once more and delivered a final slap, taking a moment afterward to appreciate the view before letting my hand fall back to my side.
Ria pulled down her skirt, hiding the red marks my hands had left on her ass, and after getting permission from Stevens, she sat down.
Next was Rachel. She had definitely left an impression on me.
She had a small, round face, big expressive eyes, a tiny nose, and soft, pretty lips. Her skin was light brown, and her slightly curly dark-blonde hair framed her face nicely.
She was short, with a surprisingly perky figure. She looked like one of those pretty cartoon characters. Rachel was one of the popular girls in the academy. Unfortunately, that popularity had nothing to do with her grades. Academically, she wasn't doing very well.
Her personality didn't help either. She had a habit of being rude for absolutely no reason. Anyone she considered average—or worse, unattractive—was automatically beneath her.
In short, she wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around.
Rachel was sitting on the back bench.
Unlike the other girls who had received punishment today, she didn't look nervous or embarrassed at all. Most of them had at least tried to look apologetic. Some avoided eye contact. Others kept their heads down, quietly hoping the whole thing would end as quickly as possible.
Rachel, however, looked completely different.
She stood there with her arms folded like this whole situation was just a minor inconvenience. If anything, she looked annoyed—like being here with the rest of us was somehow beneath her.