Cheerleader's Attitude Adjustment (Thomas III)

[RavenSaint]

After hearing his 'sound like a child' comment Stacy nodded "okay...Mr Devareaux." The cheerleader could feel his thumbs against her skin as Thomas bared her bottom; this caused the girl to blush heavily while the cool air wasn't too welcoming to her rear. Cech felt scared since she knows that the paddle is somewhere yet she couldn't see it. But when Thomas gently placed his hand on her back, again, the cheerleader felt a lot calmer. "Thank you sir..." Stacy said before remembering the question the math teacher asked earlier "I think I'm ready."

[Thomas_III]

“Alright, then, you are going to get ten swats, young lady. I want you count out each one. After the tenth, you are permitted to stand and fix your clothes, but you may stay in position and catch your breath for a moment if you would prefer.”

Thomas places the flat side of the paddle against the curve of her bottom, tapping it lightly to let her become comfortable with its presence.

“Alright, then. We’ll begin.”

He holds the paddle in place for just a moment longer, and then draws it back. It would almost look like a small golf swing, though without nearly as much force put behind it. It still delivers a considerable impact, though, landing with a loud crack that echoes in the spacious office. The force of the swat permeates her soft flesh, burning with an immediate sting that slowly fades away to a lingering warmth.

[RavenSaint]

Cech only simply nodded to the teacher's words, showing that she understood him. It wasn't very motivating to have the paddle lightly patting her bottom yet it has made the girl more comfortable with the sitaulation. When the paddle collided with her rear Stacy loudly blurted out 'one' in a tone expressing how much pain that one shot has caused.

[Thomas_III]

Thomas gives her several seconds for the first swat to truly sink in, wanting the sting to have a chance to settle just enough that the second swat would enhance it. Once he can hear her breathing start to subside from the force of the first stroke, he pulls back and delivers a second. The intensity is comparable to the first, sending waves of sensation coursing through her hindquarters.

[RavenSaint]

Stacy was slient as the seconds past, she instantly knew from that first shot that she won't be able to go through the rest of this paddling without crying. When the paddle hit her bottom for the second time the cheerleader screamed out an 'owie!!!' comment before remembering to count "...two sir..."

[Thomas_III]

With unerring timing, Thomas brings down the third swat, bringing it up at a slight angle to catch the girl’s sitspot. Each stroke builds on the sting from the one before, slowly spreading and increasing in intensity as the paddling continues. He was very appreciative to hear the word “sir” escape her lips after the previous stroke, knowing that the girl’s attitude already seemed to have improved for the better.

[RavenSaint]

The third swat, which was clearly targetted at her sit spots, shook Stacy onto her tip-toes "ouchie!!!" The cheerleader slowly managed to secure her feet on the floor while struggling to keep a straight face. "...Three sir..." Cech barely said as she was trying to regain the air she lost in the three shots she's taken so far.

[Thomas_III]

Thomas picks up the pace slowly, giving her only a couple of seconds to regain her composure before a fourth swat slams down on her unprotected backside. After that, his arm pulls back and remains at the ready, listening for her to count off the fourth stroke before immediately bringing the fifth crashing down in rapid succession. The paddle again returns to a readied position, patiently waiting for the young girl to catch her breath and announce the fifth stroke.

[RavenSaint]

The stings from the previous three shots were now brought back as Thomas used the paddle on her rear for the forth time. "OUCHIE! four sir...NEEP!" Stacy was completely caught by surprise when her now pinkened bottom got hit for the fifth time. The cheerleader took a bit more time to recover her breath then she needed from the previous few shots "five sir..."

[Thomas_III]

At the very moment that she squeaks out that number, the sixth stroke connects with her warming backside with enough force to pick her up slightly from where she's leaning over the desk.

"You're doing very good, Stacy. You're over halfway through. It will be over, soon."

As before, he waits until she calls out the sixth stroke, before delivering the seventh. He is putting noticeably more force into each swat, but still trying to hold back his strength so he doesn't spank her too hard. He tries to make the intensity just enough that she'll be good and sore by the tenth blow, and crying healthy tears.