Leyla Learns a Lesson

She was going to go by the bookstore. She knew that she needed books for the class she had signed up for after work. "Adult Discipline." She knew that she needed more structure in her life, and this class had great reviews.

Leyla had been having trouble of late. She had been procrastinating and spending way too much money on things that she shouldn't. She knew it was self-destructive. She was going out with friends every night and drinking more than she should. She needed help to stop, but wasn't sure where to turn.

Then her friend Sandra started staying home more. She seemed happy and well-rested and had gotten a promotion at work. Leyla called her one afternoon to ask why, and that's where she learned about the class. She was short with the details. The instructor's name was Deon. She had met him once at a birthday party. He was handsome and muscular. Leyla had thought about hitting him up for his number then, but got distracted. Sandra was glad to give her his number. It was going to be an interesting experience, she was sure.

Leyla called the next day. He gave her a list of books to pick up, which she was to bring to the first class section at 6:00 PM. She realized when she pulled into the parking lot at 6:05 that she had completely forgotten the books. She was late anyway, so she went on into class.

The building was one of those cookie-cutter office suites. She stepped inside and saw a coat rack, so she left her coat there and walked into the door marked "classroom." There were six school desks arranged in rows of three in front of a traditional teacher's desk. She guessed that the rather large muscular man in front of the class was Deon. The other five desks were full. The other students had left the one front and center for her. It seemed she was the only one late and unprepared.

"Good afternoon Ms Leyla. You are late."

"I'm sorry, sir. I got distracted."

"Then you will be our lesson for today." Deon explained, as he grabbed something from a drawer of the desk.

Leyla felt her stomach sink. She remembered some of the forms she had signed when filling out the paperwork for the class. She hadn't thought much about them at the time, but now they seemed very important.

"You do not have your books!" Deon interjected. "And you are late to class by seven minutes. In this class we do not do excuses." Deon had walked around to the front of his desk, and she could now see that he was holding a very sturdy wooden paddle.

Leyla felt her face flush. Her hands felt very empty. She looked at the paddle, then at the determined look in Deon's eyes. It was at that moment she realized that something else was happening. She felt the familiar tingle in her nipples and between her legs. She was getting aroused. This was not what she had planned. Then again, she hadn't really planned, had she.

Deon addressed the class. "There are two issues here. It is very important to come prepared for the activity you are going to do. For this class you need your books. For work you might need supplies or papers. You must be well-rested and ready for your day. Is that something that you have been doing Leyla?"

"No sir." She had, in fact, been quite unprepared for work lately. She was always tired and always forgetting things. She had completely forgotten her jacket at home one day this week and froze to death all day long. Yesterday she didn't bring her lunch and had to pick something up at the sushi place across the street. It was expensive. This was a problem for her. She didn't even want to talk about the well-rested thing. She hadn't had a full night's sleep in months. Why sleep when you can party, right?

Deon interrupted her thoughts "And the second issue is tardiness. When you are late you are disrespecting everyone you are meeting with. You miss out on class time, and we miss out on you. Is that fair to anyone Ms Leyla?"

"No sir," She answered, as she looked at the floor. She could certainly see the problems here. That was why she was here though, wasn't it? This class was supposed to help.

"It is my job to help you learn discipline. We have agreed to this, yes?" Deon asked.

"Yes." Leyla whispered. She had an idea about what was going to happen. She was slightly regretting her choice of thin yoga pants this morning and was certainly regretting skipping the panties.

"This is your first lesson then Ms. Leyla. I am going to need you to bend over the desk with your rear towards the other students."

She nervously leaned over the desk. She was thankful she could grab the other side. She figured she would probably need something to hang on to. She had never actually been spanked before. She had thought about it often, though it was normally in a before-she-went-to-sleep-at-night orgasm kind of way. Those thoughts didn't involve a paddle though, or five other people watching.

Deon explained. "It is a set rule in our class that for every minute you are tardy you get one swat. You were seven minutes late. Not coming prepared is another five. I think you will be surprised with how excellent this method is for changing your behavior."

Leyla quickly discovered exactly how unprepared she was. When the paddle made contact with her legging-covered ass for the first time she would have jumped up off the desk if she hadn't been holding on for dear life. It was sharp and amazingly stingy. She was thankful that her ass was larger than most when the second blow landed below the first. This feeling was quickly overrun when the third swat hit right on top of the other two.

She let out a loud squeal and then quickly remembered the room was full of people. She was in over her head. There was a quick moment when she considered escape. She then realized that she was there for a reason. Her behavior hasn't been what she wanted it to be. That is why she was there. That is why she was bent over a desk *swat* in the middle of a class getting what was turning out to be a very hard *swat* spanking. The tears spilled out of her eyes. She couldn't hold them back anymore.

"I see we are starting to get through Ms Leyla." Deon's voice was deep and authoritative. He brought the paddle down again with a loud "crack." "I trust you will be on time next class?" He brought the paddle done once more as he made his point.

"Yes sir, I will!" Leyla insisted emphatically.

"Good. That is your seven for being late. Now the other five."

Leyla gripped the desk tighter. Her ass was on fire, and she was very aware that she did not want five more swats. Why hadn't she just gone to the bookstore to get her books instead of scrolling through her phone? Why had she skipped laundry and gone without panties? She was going to hit the bookstore on the way home and pick up a planner too. She needed a to do list.

The paddle came down across her ass again. Four more to go. The next hit right at the crease between her thighs and her ass. It was the first swat there and she had to stop herself from screaming. The next swat came right on top of it. She wasn't prepared for that one and screamed "Ouch!" It didn't do much good though because the last two came right after another, covering the rest of her butt.

It was over. She had done it. Deon helped her up and handed her a tissue. "Please take your seat."

If there was one thing she didn't want to do right now it was to sit down. However, one look at DeTon made her sure that not sitting down would definitely be worse. She gingerly took a seat and one of the other students handed her a pen and a few sheets of paper to take notes.

The rest of the class passed rather uneventfully. They were talking about goal setting and giving yourself limits. Leyla mostly paid attention. She was certainly distracted by her throbbing ass. She noticed that something else was throbbing. Her clit was swollen, and she was noticeably aroused. Very noticeably. Her pants were soaked in her juices. She wasn't paying attention to that when it was happening. Had her classmates noticed?

When class was over, she grabbed her jacket and went straight for her car. Next time she might introduce herself to her classmates, but she had things to do tonight. As she walked into the bookstore, she again became acutely aware of the wetness between her legs. She carefully grabbed what she needed, checking the list twice. Then she went over to the planner section and found one with nice to-do list sections.

When she took her books to the check out the woman working asked "have you been to class yet?"

Leyla's face turned bright red.

"I see you have. It will turn your life around." She winked, as she handed her bag over the counter.

Leyla hurried to her car and drove home. She had never been so glad to be in her apartment. She took off her wet clothes, threw some laundry in to wash, and hopped in the shower to clean up. She felt the warm water flowing over her body. It was so relaxing. As she turned around the water hit her still-red ass and she was reminded that things were starting to change. She reached back and rubbed it. The next few days were going to be interesting trying to sit at work. Her fingers made their way around to her mound as she began rubbing her clit. She needed to cum. Steam filled the shower as the water ignited every nerve in her body. Slow circles turned into fast ones as her need grew and grew until the familiar flood of endorphins overtook her.

As Leyla tucked herself into bed she felt better. She was getting to bed at a decent hour. She was responsible, grown up. She rubbed her still-throbbing ass again and grabbed her vibe. One more before bed. As she came again, she stared to doze off, happy and content.