"... Because they've been naughty?" Becky stammered.
"That's right Becky. They've been naughty. Very naughty. A lot like you." Miss Moone approached Becky, and caressed her cheek. Her cheeks were soft and plump as a teenagers should be. Miss Moone's hand was warm to Becky.
"I think it's probably quite unfair that she take all this punishment, considering you don't get any Miss Hunter?" Miss Moone whispered. Becky wasn't sure where Miss Moone was leading with this.
"I guess so..." Becky replied.
"Well Becky, considering that, do you think you need to be punished?" Miss Moone stroked Becky's hair lightly.
"Miss Moone... er... I don't know... " Becky stammered again. Her mind raced at the thought of being punished by Miss Moone.
"I mean, we could ask your parents and see what they say.." Miss Moone began
"No Miss! I think I do need to be punished.. er... maybe..." Becky shot back. Miss Moone had her.
"Ok then, very well.. stand up, and lean over my desk." Becky stood up and leaned over Miss Moone's mahogany desk. The desk's edges had intricate carved roses which pressed against her groin ever so slightly.
"My my, such haste. Are you sure you want to be punished like this Becky?" Miss Moone ran her hand down Becky's back, past the small of her back and resting at her ample bottom. She patted it.
"...I-I-I don't know Miss..." Becky felt the warmth and a tingle as Miss Moone touched her bum. She was grinding herself into the desk slightly. Her teacher shifted her hand down and lifted Becky's skirt onto her back, revealing her delectable rump and plain white cotton panties.
"I think we should probably move these out of the way." Miss Moone began, and slipped Becky's panties down slowly past her bum.
"Oh....kay...." Becky breathed. At that moment she felt her pussy was not unlike a leaky tap.
Miss Moone began to rub Becky's bum with her warm controlling hands.
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