Paris was caught totally unawares by the physics teacher Pete Mercer. She hadn't heard him enter the staff room behind her and the first she knew of his presence was when of his hard palms impacted on her pertly rounded buttock. The Frenchwoman jumped in a mixture of surprise and pain. Pete, despite his advancing years was still a muscular and fit man and the smack to her behind was delivered with practiced accuracy. Paris let out a girlish high pitched squeal of shock and indignation as Pete strode past her with a cheeky wink.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning to you, miss Du Pain."</strong>Mr Mercer said, his voice tinged with amusement.<br/><br/>Paris felt her cheeks grow hot, both those of her face and those clad in her tight satin skirt. She knew she must be blushing furiously. From what little she had learned of Pete Mercer in the short time she had been at the school preparing for the new position she realised that remonstrating with the brawny teacher would be counter productive and it was best to accept his tactile greeting with as much good grace as she could muster. The physics teacher in truth intimidated her, she'd noticed his eyes following her tight little ass around as she walked and she suspected that Pete would surely love to have her bent over and administer a more thorough spanking.<br/><br/><strong>"Bonjour Monsieur Mercer."</strong>Paris answered, refraining from making any complaint about the sting slap to her rump.<strong>"A beautiful morning, no? I am eager to meet the new girls. Do you know if they have arrived?"</strong><br/><br/>Mlle Du Pain dropped her hand to her bottom and rubbed unconsciously at the hurt to her behind, the stinging as always after her training at the Sorbonne firmly associated pain with sexual pleasure, making her feel aroused. Her nipples, already quite erect hardened further, the thin white silk of her blouse tenting over the stiff nubbins visibly.<br/><br/><strong>"Is there a coffee for me?"</strong>She asked Mr Simon.<strong>"I take it strong and black."</strong>