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.