Jennifer stood in front of Mrs. Symons and fidgeted.  She had been 
called to Mrs. Symons's office in the second week of fall term.  She 
was curious as to what the request for a visit was about.
 
"Well, Jennifer," asked Mrs. Symons, "how was your summer?"

"Quite nice, Mrs. Symons," replied Jennifer.  "I stayed near 
campus, had a local job, and enjoyed myself."

"Tell me a bit about your job, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons.

"I worked for Mr. Zellers at his book and record store," replied 
Jennifer.  "I did some stock work, but mostly I took care of Internet 
sales."

Mrs. Symons smiled slyly.  "Did you smoke at all, Jennifer?"

"No, Mrs. Symons," giggled Jennifer.  "I have not touched any 
tobacco since you spanked me."

"Well, then," said Mrs. Symons with an evil grin, "I shall have to 
find another reason to make you dance to my cane, shan't I?  I 
think my little Jennifer enjoyed her first cane dance."

Jennifer did not respond.  She blushed a deep red, shrugged a bit 
and looked at the floor.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Jennifer dear," said Mrs. Symons.   "I 
enjoyed it as well.  I just require another reason to spank you.  You 
will have to let me catch you with some boy and his hand up your 
skirt sometime."

"Well, Mrs. Symons," giggled Jennifer, "that could be a difficult to 
do."

Mrs. Symons smiled, crossed the room, and got the cane from the 
closet.  She slowly walked across the room and leaned on the desk 
directly in front of Jennifer.

"I am quite good at finding reasons to spank my girls," said Mrs. 
Symons.  "Perhaps I should do a tobacco check just in case."

Mrs. Symons slowly placed the cane under the front and Jennifer's 
skirt and began to raise it.  She continued, very slowly, until the 
cane was just at Jennifer's belly button, giving Mrs. Symons a nice 
view of Jennifer's legs and panties.
"Well, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons, "these are not quite school 
regulation undies.  Did old man Zellers buy them for you for 
fucking him?"

Jennifer blushed, but felt strangely turned on.  She was wearing a 
matching bra and panty, lilac colored, sheer, trimmed in white 
lace.  The panty was a low rider bikini.  They were a gift from Mr. 
Zellers.

"Yes, Mrs. Symons," stammered Jennifer.

"Disrobe, Jennifer," commanded Mrs. Symons.  "Take everything 
off but your underwear.  I want to see what you are wearing."

Jennifer slowly removed her shoes and socks, placing them by a 
chair.  Then she took off first her blouse, and then her skirt, neatly 
folding them over the chair.  She stood in front of Mrs. Symons 
dressed in the pretty set that Mr. Zellers had given her.

"Well," said Mrs. Symons, "that is a pretty set of bra and panties.  
Quite sheer, I see, as well.  Tell me girl, how many times did you 
fuck him?  He told me six."

Jennifer shivered.  "Yes, Mrs. Symons, six times."

"They are so pretty on you," said Mrs. Symons, as she took the 
cane and gently began to tease around Jennifer's erect nipples.

Jennifer shivered and closed her eyes.  She knew she should not 
enjoy this, but she could not help it.  The tease on her breasts was 
heavenly.

"Remove your bra, dear," commanded Mrs. Symons.  "And then 
stand in the center of the room with your hands on your head."

Jennifer reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She 
placed the bra over the back of the chair, and then moved to the 
center of the room.  She put her hands on her head as Mrs. 
Symons ordered.

Mrs. Symons slowly walked around Jennifer.  As she walked, she 
gently rubbed the cane around Jennifer's abdomen.  She noticed 
the sheerness of the panties, and how low they rode.  The panties 
left a bit of bottom cleavage showing.

Mrs. Symons gave Jennifer a few smacks with her hand on the 
backside, and then rubbed.  She smiled as the girl gasped and 
shivered a bit.  Then Mrs. Symons reached around and pinched 
the girl's left nipple.

"Oh!" Jennifer cried softly.

"I will have the panties off now, dear," commanded Mrs. Symons.  
"Put them on the chair with your other clothing."

Jennifer removed her panties, placing them on the chair.  Then she 
returned to the center of the room.

Mrs. Symons gave the girl a few gentle taps on the backside with 
the cane, watching as the girl squirmed a bit with each tap.  Then 
she moved in front of Jennifer and gave her nipples a good pinch.

Jennifer gasped and cried a bit with the nipple pinches.  A small 
tear formed at the corner of her left eye.  But when the nipple was 
released, the pleasure was exquisite.  This must have been one of 
the sessions with Mrs. Symons that Karen had experienced.

"Now, Jennifer," commanded Mrs. Symons, "lean over the desk as 
before, and spread your legs as wide as you can."

Jennifer leaned over the desk, flat against it, and spread her legs 
very wide.  She could not help but notice that Mrs. Symons was 
putting on a pair of gloves.  These were the type of glove her 
gynecologist used.

Mrs. Symons rubbed the cane softly over Jennifer's bottom.  That 
was followed by three hard whacks in quick succession.  Mrs. 
Symons smiled as Jennifer jumped up, her breasts bouncing.

"Now, Jennifer dear," said Mrs. Symons as she reached around 
and grabbed a nipple, pulling Jennifer back down on the desk, "I 
think ten are in order.  Please stay down on the desk, or you will 
get your nipples pinched."

"Yes, Mrs. Symons," whimpered Jennifer.  She felt the fire coursing 
through her body, turning her on.

Mrs. Symons rubbed the cane over Jennifer's bottom again, and 
then delivered three more whacks in quick succession, admiring 
the stripes of red.

Jennifer gasped and jumped up again!  The burn was so intense!  
This was worst then the first time.  She felt heat coursing 
throughout her whole body, and started to shake like a leaf.  It was 
taking a lot of self-control to keep from crying out.

Mrs. Symons smiled.  She was enjoying the dance.  Jennifer was 
priceless.  It would be exquisite to see her cum.  She grabbed a 
nipple and tugged Jennifer back down on the desk.

"That is six, Jennifer," stated Mrs. Symons.  "You have four more 
coming."

"Yes, Mrs. Symons," said Jennifer.  She could barely speak.

Mrs. Symons smiled.  This was so much fun.  Jennifer would take 
the four remaining, and then Mrs. Symons would make her cum 
standing up.  She gently rubbed the cane on Jennifer's backside, 
and then delivered two quick strokes.

Jennifer stood half way up, and then thought better of it.  She 
leaned back down; bouncing from foot to foot while her chest was 
pressed against the desk.  She swore she could feel the sting 
throughout her entire body.

Mrs. Symons smiled and delivered the last two strokes very hard 
and in quick succession.  She grinned widely as Jennifer hopped 
up and began to bounce, left foot to right foot, in place.  She loved 
this girl so!

"Center of the room, Jennifer," commanded Mrs. Symons.  "Place 
your hands on your head."

Jennifer, shivering, with some tears, moved to the center of the 
room.  Her entire body was on fire.  She bounced from foot to foot.

Mrs. Symons moved her chair in front of Jennifer.  Then she 
reached around behind Jennifer and softly rubbed her bottom.

Jennifer relaxed a bit from the rub.  The rub felt good, and soothed 
her a bit.  But the sting was still there.

"That was the pain, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons with a smile.  
"Now for the pleasure."

Mrs. Symons reached in between Jennifer's legs and began to 
gently play.  There would be no torture here.  She smiled as the girl 
rose to her toes.  She gently stroked over the mound and just 
inside of the slit.

Jennifer began to pant.  She was already wet from the spanking, 
and this fire was a different kind.  Karen had warned her that she 
probably would get fingered.  She did not think it would be quite so 
soon.

Mrs. Symons slowly continued her play, and then inserted first 
one, and then a second finger.  She wiggled the fingers inside of 
Jennifer and chuckled as she watched the girl wiggled like a fish 
on a hook.  With her other hand, she sought out Jennifer's hood.

Mrs. Symons teased Jennifer's clit out of the hood, and began to 
tweak and rub it gently.  The two fingers inside of Jennifer worked 
overtime.

"Cum for me, girl," said Mrs. Symons softly.  "A nice climax, your 
reward for the spanking."

Jennifer softly moaned, and began to twitch uncontrollably.  She 
could feel her climax starting to build.  Her big fear was that she 
would collapse.

Mrs. Symons kept up her work until she could see the thighs 
quivering uncontrollably.  Yes, the girl was climaxing.  For the next 
spanking she would take Jennifer to this point and then back off, 
teasing her.

Jennifer felt the climax course through her, panting and crying 
out.  The pleasure was divine.  She pushed hard on Mrs. Symons 's 
fingers, until her orgasm was spent, and then nearly collapsed.

Mrs. Symons stopped when the girl peaked.  She stopped playing 
with Jennifer's clit, but kept two fingers inside of her.  She let 
Jennifer come down from the orgasm and regain her composure.

"Well, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons with a smile, "did you enjoy this 
spanking?"

"Yes," replied a panting Jennifer.

"Well, perhaps," continued Mrs. Symons, "I could spank you again 
sometime.  Of course, you would have to wear illegal underwear.  
Or perhaps none at all."

"Of course, Mrs. Symons," giggled Jennifer.

Mrs. Symons gave the fingers still inside of Jennifer a bit of a 
wiggle before withdrawing them, and enjoyed the girl's squirming.  
She got up from the chair and gave Jennifer a sharp smack on the 
backside with her hand.

"Until the next session," said Mrs. Symons.
