Cyrus eyes were fixated on the voluptuous bottom of Carmen. "No. I think spanking you like a little girl will teach you much better than any other method...though in the future, I may need to get creative with your discipline."

It took him a while to notice she was resting on her heels. "Heels up, or I may find something other than my hand to use on you," he warned.

He continued spanking her for a while. He then on a whim lifted her skirt. He didn't say anything, wondering if Carmen would protest. Carmen's shapely rear was even better in view and Cyrus struggled to stay focused on his taks.

Being bent unavoidably caused her skirt to run up. And the length wasn't ideal for this situation. Nonideal from her perspective. “I appreciate the productivity you mentioned for your job,” Carmen answered. “But I shouldn't be subjected to it.” Apart from that, she didn't doubt that Cyrus could find something convenient to replace his hands. With that, the mother's round bum rose higher as she stood on tiptoe. “Huuh?” Soon her surprise was heard in the kitchen. Casually lifting one’s former teacher’s skirt was hardly a casual act. Out of nowhere, things between the waist and the thighs were exposed. With her skirt rolled up like that, one could see where the back seams of her tights led to. A pair of orbs, of course, soft and round. And the nylon didn't hide the cotton-lace stretched across them. “Why did you think that was necessary?” Carmen asked in protest, air brushing against her globular bum.

"I feel like you won't properly understand the principle unless the punishment is memorable," Cyrus said, staring and her bare clad round rump and backs of her thighs. "I don't think my hand was doing enough against your skirt, and I think the embarrassment of being exposed will help sink in the lesson." He spoke confidently, though wondered if he was trying to convince himself. He struck the seat of her covered bottom spanking upward to encourage her to keep standing on her toes.

Heeding instructions about bending over and bum-presenting was hardly common for Carmen. Naturally, it was an occasion doomed to stick in her mind. These shameful memories she was collecting, it would be difficult to brush as trivial. Because of how open ended of a deal she foolishly made, anything that could potentially veer her to better parenting could be considered fair. “I can't say this isn't embarrassing,” the mother admitted. “And I’d argue that your hand was doing just-hoh!” Although interrupted by a good slap, the yelp it pulled out of the woman conveyed what she was trying to say. For a moment, she rose higher on the tips of her toes. Like a spring pulled up and let go, her slapped bum cheek wobbled about.

"You say my hand it doing a proper job, but it is difficult to tell," he said continuing the smack her, watching her jiggling buttocks. As much fun as this was for Cyrus, he soon found himself wanting more. "If I was better able to assess the shade of your rump, I could tailor your punishment appropriately. In fact if I find I am going to hard, I could back down." He summoned some more courage. "Your tights and underwear are in the way. I may need to remove them."

Showing how much her buttocks liked to spring wasn’t less shameful than constantly flashing the contents of her skirt. While she herself didn't have the view he had, she could sense her hefty back assets dancing. And she was supposed to put even more skin on display? “What?” The teacher questioned in a rich voice. Surely, she hadn't expected to have her bloody arse bare in front of the babysitter of all people. “Howcanyounottellifitsenoughornot?” she asked in one breath. “Just squint or look closer then,” she complained more, understably not exactly dying to expose it all. “No.. That’d be worse.” Calmer now, she sighed, imagining him drawing his face near for a close inspection. “Fine!.. I hope that won't be an image you can't unsee in the future,” she said, not wanting him to think ‘yeah, I know how your arse look’ whenever they talk after this.

Cyrus gulped a little. Of course he would never forget what her bottom looked like, but he couldn't really tell her that. He gently lowered her tights and underwear to her mid thighs revealing her bare bottom. He stood staring at her naked posterior, before realizing his delay. "See it's only a little pink," he said nonchalantly as his firm palm collided again with her now bare cheeks, his warm hand peppering her cool skin.

One pull to undo the two layers covering her bum. All of a sudden, things were more airy below her waist. Her cheeks bounced free. Without her tights and knickers to hug and shape them, her copious glutes were more relaxed. “Alright. There it is I guess,” she said, swallowing the fact that she was utterly bare. She looked back, but her gaze failed to move around the naked hills to check her colour. “It's not like there is a pH scale for it.” Calm waters rippled again, cheeks shaking. “Oww.” She instinctively crossed her legs at the ankles. Her legs tightened, along with her arse. With her upper half on the counter, it kinda looked like a heart.

"No, I suppose there isn't a scale...but perhaps there should be," Cyrus mused out loud to himself as he continued to spank his former teacher's bare bottom. He briefly traced her crack with a finger and brushed against her supple thighs between blows. Her bottom did look pretty presented towards him on the table. "Hopefully the lesson has set in and we can end it here. I don't think I need an implement of special punishment this time. Do you feel that you have learned from this?"

Other than hinting at how hard of a punishment one received, the shade of one's bum could be interpreted as a scale for naughtiness as well, the deeper shades indicating a higher level. After all, having their knickers around the knees, and sporting hand-printed buttocks usually wasn't something good girls went through. “Oww!” But then again, it wasn't exactly something women of her age and profession were subjected to either. At first, she raised an eyebrow in confusion. Then widened her eyes, as an inspective finger ran down her crack, potentially brushing against, well, things. Important bits, really. “Cyrus!” If he’d missed being in her class, the teacher scolded him. “I'm not paying you to finger me,“ Carmen said, keeping her thighs clenched together. Other than that, he finally seemed to be considering concluding the season. “Well, I learnt.” She played along. “And what do you mean this time?”