He, even more in heat by this sight, pulled my hair with his left hand so that I was forced to show him my scar. He resumed his violent pounding. Afte... a few thrusts, he grabbed me by my sides and lifted me to arch my back, so he could lick the juices off my misshaped skin. Keeping up the brutal thrusts, he hit my g-spot with full force, making tears shoot into my eyes. My screams grew louder and turned into cries of sexual agony. He kept licking my scar as if it was my pussy. He was kissing. Paul looked down past his aroused breasts to see his erection. It wasn't blatantly obvious in the baggy pants he was wearing, but he had better do something about it before Mandy noticed. "Excuse me. Have to go to the bathroom."Mandy lifted her head off his shoulder, and Paul stumbled out into the hall and across into the bathroom. Thankfully, there was a lock on the door. He virtually ripped his blouse and pants off.His panties were at bursting point, and he gladly slipped them off to expose. This story will probably give you some insight as to why! Over the last few weeks, I have received several requests to write this story, so here it goes!When I was growing up, I always had an infatuation with spanking. I was occasionally spanked at home by my mom and I also went to a school that allowed students to be paddled. I was paddled twice when I was in school. The first time was in the 3rd grade. I had a teacher, Mrs. Bruce, who was an evil old witch. She would use any excuse to paddle. I had spent some time talking to her at Zoe's party and felt pretty comfortable with her."How did you guys do on the English test?"Zoe put her head on the table, talking into her lap, "It should have been easy. I wish I was feeling better. As it is it took me way too long to do and I had to really focus on every question."There wasn't much we could say to that so I just rubbed her back while Vicki held her hand."I did pretty good. Zoe's right, it wasn't a hard test."Alison then leaned in.