‘Sarah Skips A Semester’ : A final (and spectacular) School Daze spanking story


Readers,

A final, and somewhat tardy, entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest :

Missy and Angel co-wrote this entry, as non-contestants (Good Girls), and it’s a great read…even though they turned in their School themed story very late – which technically should earn them a trip to the principal’s office, right?

Enjoy.

–  Dana



Sarah Skips A Semester



As I sat there in the window watching the rain pour down from a freak thunderstorm, I was reminded of home.  My sister Susie and I had been living in Las Vegas now for nearly one month.  We were now under constant supervision by Ms. Kane, the Disciplinarian that owned and operated the “Reformatory” where we were to live for one year.  Two months ago, Susie and I had pulled off a brilliant stunt…or so we thought. We videotaped Ms. Kane during a private spanking session and posted it on Spankingtube.   As it turned out, getting one over on Ms. Kane is a rare occurrence, one that we were not able to do…this time.  
Fall quarter was fast approaching at UNLV, and as a requirement by Ms. Kane, we were to be full time students.  I was not ready for school to start, I wanted just a little more time to be able to do my own thing and not be bogged down with all the studying and work load that is required by a freshman at a major university.  This morning my sister and I were supposed to be going to sign up for classes, but I had different plans.
“Sarah, why are you sitting there in your pajamas still? We need to get going” My sister was digging through the closet I guess trying to find the perfect thing to wear. “I am not going. I don’t want to start school yet, I am going to wait till January classes start, and go then” She looked puzzled at me “And just how do you think that is going to work out for you? Ms. Kane will never let that fly. What is your big plan for that?” She snickered. “I am not going to tell her right now, it’s none of her business anyway. Besides, as long as I am at the dinner table every night and have my chores done, she won’t even know. It will be fine. I’m going back to bed, try and be quiet please”
Susie headed down the stairs and was about to walk out the front door when Ms. Kane suddenly out of the blue spoke up “Goodbye girls, good luck today, and I want details later as to what your classes will be” Susie turned and looked at Ms. Kane “Ok, I’ll let you know, goodbye” She turned again and tried to hurry out the door to avoid the obvious fact that she was alone. A fact Ms. Kane of course had noticed “Where is Susie…or Sarah…or which one are you??” She still couldn’t tell us apart. We were identical twins right down to the mole we each had on our upper arm, the only exception was a little birthmark well hidden under my long hair on the back of my neck, a secret no one knew besides us and our parents. 
It was obvious that Susie wasn’t happy about the situation but as a good sister she covered up “Sarah is umm…She wasn’t feeling well this morning, so she said she would take care of her classes later” Which wasn’t a lie and something Susie could tell without feeling guilt. “I gotta go though or I won’t catch the bus in time….ok?” She looked at Ms. Kane with a lot of hope in her eyes. Ms. Kane returned that look with a raised eyebrow and told her goodbye and wished a good day. Susie ran off as fast she could and had she turned around she would have met the eyes of Ms. Kane still standing there observing. Ms. Kane didn’t go upstairs to check on Sarah instead she just went to her office. Susie of course again as the good sister wanted to give a heads up by calling but never got to it because Lyndsy  with all her talking at the bus stop made her forget about it all. 
I woke up and looked at the clock.  2:08!  How did I sleep so long?  Good thing I am not starting school any time soon, clearly I need more sleep in my life.  I got up and went to the window to see if Ms. Kane was home.  Her car was not in the driveway.  That’s good, at least I don’t have to explain anything just yet.  I went to take my shower and got myself ready.  Who knows, maybe she won’t even know I didn’t go anywhere today.  This is going to be so easy…
I went downstairs to find something to eat.  I had missed breakfast and lunch so I was starving.  I checked one more time to see that her car was not there and headed downstairs to the kitchen.  I found everything I needed to make a turkey sandwich.  I quickly made my sandwich and cleaned up my mess and was about to head upstairs when I turned the corner and just about ran smack into Ms. Kane.  “Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”, I said before I could stop myself.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to curse at you, I just didn’t think you were home”.   I tried to sneak past, but without success.  “First of all, you know better than to use that kind of language in my home, regardless if you thought I was home or not” Ms. Kane had this special voice she used when she was annoyed a voice she was using right now  “So instead of this just being an informal meeting in the hallway, let’s take it to my office, shall we?”  “No Ma’am, please, that is not necessary,  It slipped out totally on accident and besides, I have a pile of paperwork to fill out for school, can’t we just keep it in the hallway this time?”  I was hopeful.  To this, she raised an eyebrow and pointed to her office, not before taking my sandwich and reminding me that food is meant to be eaten in the kitchen only.  
Now I was starving, sitting in her office waiting for her to come lecturing me on bad language and probably getting a spanking for it too.  Ms. Kane walked in and as always, went around her desk to sit and stare at me with those crystal blue eyes. The blue color seemed to get more vibrant and even more captivating whenever Ms. Kane had someone in her sights.  It was so hard to look at her when I felt guilty about something.  After about a minute she spoke.  “Sarah, I see we need to go over the rules again.  Tell me, what is the rule about cursing?”  I hated it when she made me answer questions like this, but I knew better by now to just answer her.  “There is to be no cursing or using bad language at all what so ever”, I recited.  “And did you follow that rule today?”  Oh man, this was horrible, she was going to make me suffer.  “No Ma’am, I did not follow that rule today.  I broke that rule when I cursed at you in the hallway”  I rolled my eyes as I said this.  Not on purpose, but just out of habit.  When my mom or dad asked me a stupid question, they got a stupid answer and a roll of the eyes.  At least I gave her the answer she wanted.  My timing could have been better though.  “Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me young lady, now you are guaranteed the spanking I was only thinking about giving you”  with that, she continued to torture me through all the rules of the house before asking me about my day signing up for classes.  “Everything went fine”, I lied.  To further elaborate and convince her I went into more detail.  “I didn’t get all the classes I wanted, but I didn’t get stuck with anything too horrible”.   Ms. Kane had a look on her face that I hadn’t seen before.  I wasn’t sure what it meant. “well, you are a smart girl and I am sure you will do great with all of your classes, no matter what they are. “  She stood up, came to the sofa and told me to stand up and remove my pants and panties as she took my place of the sofa.  “Please can we just skip the spanking, It really was just an accident.  I hardly think it’s fair to be punished for something I didn’t mean to do.  You scared me, what was I supposed to do?  Be polite?”  I argued with her, not moving to take down my pants.  She just stared at me again, those eyes getting even brighter blue…Damn,  how did she do that?  “I will not tell you again, get those pants down.”   I knew I wasn’t getting out of it so I started to unbutton my jeans  while whining at her that it wasn’t fair.  I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough or maybe it was the whining, but she grabbed a hold of my pants and had them off of me in about 2 seconds, then my panties and I went over her lap.  She laid 10 good swats to my fanny and then stopped.  “Now, are you done whining at me or do you need another 10 swats before we actually start?”  “What!!!  Actually start?  We should be almost finished after that!” there I go with my impulsive mouth again.  She started spanking me again but didn’t stop at 10.  “ok. Ok, I’m sorry, I am done whining now.”  After a few more slaps with her bare hand she stopped and said, “good, now tell me why you are being punished”  fortunately for me and my backside, she didn’t see me roll my eyes this time as I explained why I was being punished.  She spanked me for what seemed like an hour but was really only like 5 minutes.  When she was done she told me to go stand in the corner and not to move until she told me to.  By now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to have my pants back until I was done in the corner, so I didn’t even bother to try and put them on.  There I stood facing the corner, feeling pretty stupid. Ms. Kane’s phone rang.  She answered it and I heard her say, “Thank you, I’ll be there to pick it up shortly.  Were you able to rotate my tires as well?, ok thank you”  That’s why her car wasn’t here but she was.  It was in the shop.  About 5 minutes later, she got up from her desk, reminded me not to move a muscle and she left the office, leaving me there to stand naked from the waist down in the corner.  “This is horrible” I whispered to the wall “Oh well at least I was able to get away with not signing up for classes though”
Man, how long is she going to leave me here?  It had to be like 5:00 already!  Susie should be home by now too and I needed to talk to her before she had a chance to say something to Ms. Kane about me not going today.  I was getting nervous now.  I heard Ms. Kane’s car pull up.  Did she really leave me in the corner and leave to get her car???  Now I was getting upset.  I could hear the sounds of dinner being made in the kitchen down the hall, so I turned around and grabbed my pants when at the same time I heard someone coming down the hall.  I jumped back to my corner like I hadn’t even thought of moving.  The door opened and Ms. Kane spoke calmly “Have a seat Susie, I just wanted to see how your day went” I just about past out and prayed that Susie wouldn’t say anything. It would definitely make Susie nervous to see me standing there in the corner, and would leave her clueless how to cover since she wouldn’t know why I was standing there. Susie went for the usual tactic, being evasive when answering questions. “My day was great, Ms. Kane, how was your day?” Ms. Kane ignored the question and went on “Were you able to get the classes you hoped for?”  “yes, for the most part” Susie answered sounding rather relaxed  “It sounds like you and Sarah had the same luck.  She said she wasn’t able to get all of the classes she wanted, but most of them as well” Yes what a relieve, now Susie would know how to keep the cover. “Is something wrong Susie, you look a bit pale?” Pale? I didn’t like the sound of that, if I just could get a look at Susie. “No everything is fine just a bit tired, can I go get ready for dinner now?” silence…until Ms. Kane broke it “Sure, go ahead. Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes” a few seconds after the door opened and closed again leaving me alone in the corner, at least that’s what I thought. “Sarah, you are to sit quietly during dinner, you are not to talk to anyone.  When dinner is done, you will do the clean up.  When you are done cleaning up, you are to report back to my office where you will spend one hour in the corner and then you will be going to bed.  Do I make myself clear?”  Really??  So much trouble for 2 so simple curse words??  “Yes” was the only thing that came across my lips.
Dinner started with an announcement from Ms. Kane telling everyone that I was not to be talked to during dinner or for the rest of the night for that matter.  Lyndsy and Amy would be trouble.  They had that look in their eyes.  We were friends, so it wasn’t a bad look, just a mischievous look.  One  that dared me to play their game.  In trouble or not, I just couldn’t help myself.  The looks and the whispers turned into kicking under the table and then laughing.  Not a good idea when sitting across from Ms. Kane while you are in trouble.  She was about to shut me up though with her next comment.  Looking right at me she said to my sister, “Susie, this morning when I saw you heading out the door, you said Sarah was ill and staying in bed today.  So how is it that Sarah could have signed up for classes from bed?”  Oh damn!  I went from laughing with Lyndsy and Amy to straight face with no color left in it.  My eyes said it all…I was busted and I was scared.  Susie tried to save me, “She ended up coming anyway, just a little later is all.  She felt better and didn’t want to miss out on getting the right classes.”   My sister was good, but Ms. Kane was better.  “How is it then that I heard her shower going at 2:30 this afternoon and then literally ran into her in the hall at 3:30? Don’t try and cover for her anymore, you are both in enough trouble for lying to me.  I believe that is a house rule, isn’t it?” she said looking at me.  “Do I need to go over the rules with you again as well Susie?”   “No Ma’am,” Susie almost whispered.  “I will ask you one more time, and I expect the truth.  Did your sister sign up for classes today?” Ms. Kane still spoke with a calm voice.  I tried to kick my sister under the table but I must have missed because Ms. Kane jumped out of her seat.  She was furious and demanded to know who had just kicked her.  Oh sh**, I was really screwed now.  “I’m sorry Ms. Kane….I didn’t mean to kick you” She looked at me as her eyes went bluer and bluer again for the third time today.  “Go put yourself back in the corner in my office right now and wait for me, and young lady, you will be dressed the same as you were earlier, now go!”  She didn’t have to tell me twice, I was so scared now,  I wasn’t going to argue anything with her.  
There I was in the corner, without my pants or panties like some little kid waiting for her punishment.  I was nervous now.  Even though she hadn’t raised her voice (except when she got kicked) I knew she was very upset.  What would happen now, I wondered.  “How do I get myself out of this mess?”  “By telling the truth to start” I was startled to hear her voice.  Not only did I not know she was in the room, but did I really say that out loud?  “Turn around” I did.  “Now, you are going to tell me the truth, if you even dare tell me anything other than the truth, your consequences will be far worse than anything you would ever want to endure.  Now, speak.”  
I didn’t know what to say or how to react.  I had never been confronted on a lie before.  My parents put more effort into being the cool parent than they did being the responsible parent.  My words were just a jumbled mess, “I ….well….I didn’t ….um….um….”  Ms. Kane was having none of that and over her knee I went for a solid 2 minute bare hand, bare butt spanking.  “Ouch, ouch…ok, I will tell you Ma’am”  I pleaded.  The spanking stopped but I wasn’t let up from her lap just yet.  “Now, are you ready to talk in full sentences without stuttering or mumbling?”  Ms. Kane asked.  “Yes, Ma’am”, I sobbed.  She stood me up.  As I stood in front of her, naked from the waist down, I told her what happened that day.  “I didn’t go to sign up for classes today”, I said very softly with my head down.  “ I want you to look at me and keep your voice up, now why did you not go sign up for classes today?” Ms. Kane never once removed her eyes from me.  “Well, I have decided not to start classes just yet.  I am going to wait until January.  It’s only a few months later and I have plenty of credits already so it won’t set me back much.  I talked to my dad about it already and he said it would be ok, and….” She cut me off.  “First of all, I am not all that interested in whether or not your dad gave you permission to skip an entire semester.  Did I give you permission?”  “No, but….” She cut me off again.  “Secondly, I am aware of how many credits you have.  You have exactly the amount of credits you should have.  Now, since obviously I had left you with the impression you had a choice in this matter, let me be perfectly clear with my next statement.  You WILL go tomorrow and sign up for classes.  You WILL take full time courses.  You WILL go every day.  You WILL stay on top of your homework.  And furthermore, you WILL be grounded to the house except to go to school, and you WILL have an early bedtime for one month.  Is there anything you don’t understand about what I just told you?”  Oh man, she was mad.  “Ok” was all I could manage to say.  She just stared at me.  I guess that wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.  “Yes, Ma’am.  I understand.  I’ll do everything you just said.”  “Yes you will.  To be sure you know just how serious I am, go to the closet and get the belt and then position yourself over my desk and grab a hold of the other side“ I couldn’t move, until she raised those damn eyebrows at me and I did what she said.  After about 20 whacks with her belt, I was a complete mess.  She sent me to bed with a reminder to let her know what classes I had signed up for the next day.
The next morning, it had crossed my mind only for a second that I didn’t want to go sign up for classes.  My burning backside was a quick reminder of the alternative.  I got up and got ready.  I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast and not that surprisingly Ms. Kane was there as well.  “Good morning….Susie?  Sarah?” “Good morning Ms. Kane.  I’m Sarah, Susie will be down in a bit”  “How did your parents tell you two apart?” “They still sometimes can’t” I couldn’t help to let out a little sarcastic chuckle.  I wasn’t about to tell her about that birthmark on the back of my neck.  Being Identical twins had too many advantages to be giving up secrets about how to tell us apart.
At UNLV I went straight to the Admissions office, smiled politely at the lady behind the desk and asked for the papers. What I didn’t expect was to see her looking at me with this almost worried kind of expression. “Are you serious?”  I must have looked desperate at the lady when she told me that yesterday was the deadline for scheduling classes.  “I am afraid so, most of those classes have been filled for months, yesterday was the last day to sign up.” Oh no, what was I supposed to do?  If Ms. Kane found out that I couldn’t sign up, I had no idea what would happen.  I called Susie for help.  “It will be ok Sarah, just calm down.  We will figure something out.  We always do.  Meet me at that little coffee shop on the corner in half an hour and we will work it out.”
After two hours and way too much coffee,  I had a class schedule.  Not a real one, but it would keep my butt safe for the time being.   “Thanks Sis, now I just have to fake for a few months.  So much for sleeping in.  I still have to get up and leave the house like I am going to school every day.  What am I going to do all day?”  “I don’t know, but whatever it is at least you will be able to do it sitting down.  Come on, let’s go see if it will past the Kane test” I was so nervous.  Rarely did anyone in the house get anything past Ms. Kane and here I was thinking not only that she would believe my class schedule was real, but also that for the next 3 months I was attending school full time.  Susie noticed my unease and said, “If you walk into the house looking like that, you won’t stand a chance against her. “  I couldn’t help it, the closer we got to the house, the whiter my face got.  I was normally pretty good about keeping a straight face if I had to tell a little lie to someone, but damn!  I felt like I was going to throw up knowing I would soon be looking into those blue eyes and lying right to her face.  Susie seemed a little annoyed that I couldn’t keep it together, but she hadn’t been whipped with that belt yet either.  “Here Sarah, trade me schedules.  When we get there just go upstairs.  If anyone asks, just say you aren’t feeling well.  One look at you and nobody will question it.  Ill pretend to be you and talk to Ms. Kane about your…um……my schedule.”  
When we got to the house and went inside it was pretty quiet.  We started to head upstairs when we heard her voice.  “Hi Girls, how did everything go today?” Whatever blood was left in my face drained out at that moment and I went ghost white again.  “Are you ok Dear?  What’s the matter?  You look like you might pass out.”  “Oh, I’m ok.  Just not feeling well.  I am going to go lie down.”  And just for emphasis I said to Susie, “Hey Sarah, do you think you could bring me a glass of cold water please?”  “Sure” she turned to go to the kitchen leaving me to make my escape upstairs. Ms. Kane asked me, who now was Susie, to come to her office the second after she had brought Susie or me the water, she returned to her office without further comments. I ran upstairs and straight to the bathroom and I threw up.  All that coffee coupled with nerves, and maybe a touch of guilt was too much for my poor stomach.  I went to lie down in Susie’s bed.  After bringing me a glass of water, Susie set off to see Ms. Kane as Sarah.  She was gone for about 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door.  “Come in”, I said.  It was Lori.  “Hey Susie, what’s up? not feeling well?”  My sister and Lori had become good friends.  I hadn’t really spent too much time getting to know her, so we were still strangers in a way.  But she thought I was Susie at that moment.  “Yeah, too much coffee and not enough food I think, but I’ll be ok.  What’s up with you?”  I honestly didn’t care for the answer but had to keep the façade so tried hard to focus on Lori “Well remember last week when I told you about that boy Adam?  Well, I saw him again today and hey you were right!”  She laughed.  I tried to play it off like I knew what she was talking about.  “oh yeah?”  I said, hoping she would throw out some more information.  “Yes, I couldn’t believe it, just like you said it would happen and it happened!  He came walking in holding hands with another dude.”  She laughed again.  I tried to laugh with her, but it’s not easy to fake laugh when you have no idea what you are supposed to be laughing at.  “Anyway, I have some stuff to do for work, I just wanted to tell you that.  Hope you feel better” and with that she left.  A few minutes later Susie came in our room.  “No problems.  She just reminded me that I…er you, are grounded.”  Before I could tell her about Lori’s visit, Lori was knocking on the door again.  “Come in,” we both said. She started talking to me again about this boy that I knew nothing about.  She went on and on and on.  Does she ever stop talking?  I must have looked like I couldn’t care less.  Susie stopped her ramblings and told her she was talking to Sarah not Susie and explained why I was in her bed.   “Really? wow you guys are good.  Did Ms. Kane really think you were Sarah?”  “Well yeah, just like you thought you were talking to Susie.”  “You guys are pretty brave doing that with Ms. Kane on the staff there.”  Now it was Susie’s face that lost all of its color.  “What are you talking about Lori?” “You didn’t know that she teaches a course on “Nonverbal Communication”?  it is only one course and its usually during the Spring quarter.”  Susie and I just looked at each other both of us now questioning what we had done.  We were committed to our lie now.  We just had to hope she wouldn’t find out and use some of that “nonverbal communication” on our backsides.
The next few weeks went by very quickly.  Tomorrow was my first class…well, my first fake class anyway.  I got up and showered early.  I had already decided to spend the day with my laptop at the park close to campus.  Susie and I decided that we would meet here every day after her last class.  This is when she would give me a few of her books to carry home with me and also when she would all too happily give me some of her homework to do to keep up the facade.   This worked out perfectly for several weeks.   Nothing major really happened.  We would smart mouth Ms. Kane, push our limits, and test the waters as much as we could.  Sometimes getting away with our brattiness,  most often not.  Ms. Kane liked to spank us just for fun.  We figured if she was going to give us “maintenance” spankings every Sunday anyway, we might as well earn them, and earn them we did.  We saw all the different shades of those blue eyes as often as possible.  Blue was always our favorite color. 
Winter break was now upon us.  Mom and Dad were planning the usual trip to Whistler to celebrate Christmas.   Susie and I had decided not to go this year, but could not escape a visit from them.  They would be staying one night in Las Vegas.  The plan was for all four of us to stay in a hotel on the strip.  Susie and I had big plans for that night. We would finally get a night to really let loose and not worry about getting in trouble with Ms. Kane.  After all, she wouldn’t try and pull that authority stuff on our parents.  Susie and I were in our room packing for our evening.  Mom and Dad would be here to pick us up in just a few hours.  When someone knocked on our door we thought it was Lori as usual but were both surprised to see Ms. Kane standing there instead. “Girls, would you mind coming to my office please?  I would like to discuss something with you.”  “Sure Ms. Kane, we will be right there”, Susie told her.  We looked at each other, both wondering what this would be about.   Ten minutes later we learned that Ms. Kane had absolutely no problem pulling that authority business on our parents.  “Girls, I know you are planning on having an evening out tonight, but I have decided that it would be best for you both to stay home.  Neither of you have been able to show me lately that you can control temptation.  The Vegas Strip is certainly not a place for 2 impulsive girls to be trusted or expected to behave.  I have invited your parents to stay here tonight so you can spend some quality time together as a family” “What?!?,” I could not hide my annoyance at that decision.  “You can’t do that.  Who are you to decide that for us?  No way!”  Uh Oh….that wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but I was mad.  We planned on partying in the city tonight, and now I would likely be getting a spanking instead of the drinks and slot machines I had planned on.  “Excuse me young lady! Don’t you dare talk to me like that.  Exactly what I have stated is exactly what will be happening.  Your parents have agreed and that is final”
“Whatever” was the only thing I could think of replying but didn’t, because Susie was faster than I and told Ms. Kane that we looked forward to spend time with our parents.  Ms. Kane wasn’t looking at Susie but only at me “Anything you would like to add Miss Sarah?” I didn’t look at her only shook my head “No Ma’am!”
When our parents finally arrived I think both Susie and I wanted to go hide somewhere, and it didn’t exactly help that both Lyndsy and Amy were playing a comedy behind our parents back, repeating our mothers dramatic entrance sobbing the moment she saw us. As usual Mom would hug us, look at us, then hug again and say the same thing as always “I can’t believe that my two little babies have grown so big, I remember the day I brought you two home from the hospital….” Oh man! I really wanted that drink bad.  I wondered if Lyndsy still had that emergency stash of Jack in her bathroom closet…”Hey Lyndsy, do you have any hairspray I can borrow?” I asked her sarcastically.
Ms. Kane, however seemed quite interested in our parents and started to show them around. “Girls…why don’t you two take your parents luggage to their room please.  I will make sure that your parents feel right at home here” We grabbed their bags and just as we were about to enter the room that was meant for our parents Ms. Kane said “Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, it must be difficult to tell your girls apart….” And then nothing. We couldn’t hear anything further. I looked at Susie and she looked at me. “Well it doesn’t have to mean anything right?? I mean she has wondered about how our parents could tell the difference…” Susie tried to ease the nervousness that slowly but certainly started to build up inside.
 We spent that evening with our parents.  Ms. Kane was a great hostess.  She even cooked an awesome meal for all of us.  She didn’t know it, but she even shared her wine with us.  The next morning it was time for our parents to leave.  They left pretty much the same way they entered, sobbing and all “Oh my little babies”.
Christmas vacation came and went too quickly.  It was time to get back to lying and sneaking my way through a few more weeks of classes.  Little did I know, the University called on Ms. Kane to assist in a class that I was supposed to be in.  (According to the fake schedule I provided Ms. Kane)  Obviously, I wouldn’t be there. One night at dinner is when I found out.   “Sarah, you weren’t in class today.  Why is that?” asked Ms. Kane.  “Uh…I was in class today….why do you ask?”  I was suddenly very nervous.  She had me in her sights, and wasn’t about to let go.  “Well, I have been asked to assist your professor in one of your classes.  Did you know that I am on staff at UNLV?”  “No, I didn’t know that…uh…which class?”  how will I get out of this mess?  I wondered.   “It is your Communications class.  Why were you not there today?”  “Oh, I was running behind, and didn’t want to walk in late, so I just went to the park and did some studying.”  The blue in her eyes was getting more intense now.  “So, you will be on time tomorrow then, right?”  “Yes, of course.” I said while I tried to remember what class that was.  I am glad Susie saved a copy in her computer.  Now, I just had to figure out how I would make this work.  I knew Susie took this class at a different time, so it would only make sense to have her fill in for me.  Sure, this would work out just fine…This really was too easy.
Susie was good at being me so I wasn’t worried.  She showed up at the right time and participated like she should.  The lesson was very intense and interesting, Ms. Kane liked to get the students to show how to use non-verbal communication, and at some point Susie and this other girl were asked to go up in front of the class and demonstrate “proper listening skills”.  Ms. Kane was moving silently around the two of them, and the other professor who was new at the school was fine with letting Ms. Kane teach the lesson and stayed toward the back of the class to observe.  Everything went smooth, no signs that Ms. Kane would ever discover the truth. When the bell rang Susie felt relaxed and a big smile was about to appear, just until that voice Susie knew so well suddenly said “Sarah could you please stay in class for a minute, I need to ask you something” Susie’s smile was gone and so was the color in her face. “Um yes professor” she managed to somehow get over her lips. 
Susie sat quietly on her chair and watched how Ms. Kane slowly packed all her things. She wasn’t in any hurry and she seemed very relaxed. As soon as the last student had left the room, Ms. Kane looked straight at Susie. “Miss Sarah I would like you to do me a favor…” Susie fidgeted nervously in her chair. “Sure Professor Kane, how can I help you?” Ms. Kane gently let her finger slide over her desk, while she walked past it and towards Susie. “I know that you and Susie are very close, and to be honest I am a bit worried about Susie lately, and I think I need to talk to both of you right now!” Susie was stumped now. What did she mean by that, as if Susie had any problems. “Well I think Susie is attending some class now, so can’t we just talk about it at home?” Ms. Kane smiled slightly, a smile that didn’t exactly make Susie feel comfortable. “Do you want to call her or shall I?” her blue eyes were penetrating and it was as if she could read every thought and every feeling Susie experienced at that moment. “Its okay Ms. Kane I will call her” Susie picked up her cellphone and chose Sarah’s number. “Hi Sis! Umm Ms. Kane needs to talk with both of us. We are in classroom # 125 on the second floor, could you please hurry??” Meanwhile Ms. Kane had gone up to the desk again, sat on her chair and just watched Susie while she talked with Sarah. 
As soon as Susie hung up the phone, Ms. Kane slowly opened the drawer. A second later Susie’s phone was vibrating. 
Susie looked down on the display and saw the name of the last person she expected it to be… Ms. Kane… “You are allowed to answer that phone, who knows maybe its Susie?” ”Umm no its okay, it’s no one….” Ms. Kane raised her eye brows .  ”Answer the phone please!” Susie sighed and pushed the green button that indicated that she accepted the call. 
At that exact same time that she pushed that button, I entered the room.   I looked at Susie and to be honest I had never seen her that pale before.   “Hi Susie, nice that you could join us this fast!  And Sarah, please don’t hang up on that person or should I say that nobody that just called you!” Susie’s right leg was twitching which I knew was a bad sign. Something was up. Ms. Kane got up from her chair and grabbed something from the drawer and moved directly towards me. She reached her hand to me and put a phone in my hand.  “Susie, can you explain how it can be that when I call you,  that its Sarah’s phone that is ringing?” 
“Oh…I guess we might have switched phones this morning,that has happened before!”   Ha! I bet she didn’t think of that explanation! 
“How stupid do you think I am? Did you really believe that the two of you could keep this LIE going on forever? Did you really believe that I wouldn’t find a way to distinguish between you Sarah” With that she gently removed the hair that covered the birthmark that was the only thing I had and Susie didn’t. “And you Miss Susie?” I stood petrified in front of Ms. Kane. I could barely breathe. “You Miss Sarah weren’t even supposed to be in this class.  So after checking with the admissions office, I found that you were not in any classes.  So I am sure you could understand my surprise to see Susie here today.  Susie did you skip a class in order to attend this one portraying to be Sarah?” 
“No Ma’am I don’t have class at this time” 
“I am very disappointed in both of you! Sarah I assume you did go back to get signed up for different classes right?” “Yes Ma’am I really did, but I was one day too late. I’m sorry I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid of going back and not being able to show you anything!” 
“Okay, so do you see me as some kind of person that isn’t capable of understanding that?  Or unwilling to maybe help if I can?” I couldn’t do anything else other than just look confused at Ms. Kane. “What do you think would have happened if you came back and told me  what happened when you tried to sign up for those classes??” Man did I feel stupid now “I don’t know” I handed the phone back to Ms. Kane who took it back “Is it possible that I could have helped you?” I was looking down at my feet “Maybe, I just didn’t want to disappoint you again….” Ms. Kane took a deep breath then turned around and walked towards her desk again.  “Girls! Look at me. I am disappointed, but mostly because  neither of you trusted that I might be able to both understand things and even help you. I will need some time to actually regain trust in the two of you. I care about you but trust is a vital thing! And both of you have violated that” 
I would have given anything to make her stop talking. Her words were worse than any spanking could be. I looked at Susie and she looked just as troubled as I felt. 
“I know that both of you must feel bad right now, because I know that you are two good girls, who got caught up in a lie. You will get a chance to regain trust, but first I want both of you up here pants and panties down facing the board”  “But Ms. Kane, what about Professor Adams?, surely you cannot do this in front of her”.  “Ah yes, thank you for reminding me.  Ms. Adams, would you mind helping me here?  It seems appropriate that you take one and I will take the other.  Here is a paddle for you to use on Susie, and I will use this strap on Sarah.  I believe 30 is a good number to start with. Ladies, do not move from your position at all.  I certainly hope the both of you learn a very valuable lesson, do you know what lesson that is?”  Susie and I stuttered an answered out, but didn’t make out any real words.  “The lesson young ladies, is that you will never be able to get anything over on me.  It will do you good to just accept this.  I will always know, and you will always be held accountable as long as you are in my care.  Now, Ms. Adams…shall we teach this lesson to these girls?” and with that, we got spanked right there in the classroom, and again when we got home, and again on Sunday, and on top of that we were grounded, and until the next semester started, I would be doing chores all day.  I signed up for classes as soon as I had the first opportunity.  Lesson learned Ms. Kane, lesson learned.

 
 
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What I Did at the Party, by Dana Kane


Readers,

I feel a bit like a kid, reporting on all the things that happened during my first Boardwalk Badness Weekend, because no self-respecting adult should be allowed to have that much fun. 

Plain and simple, the party was excellent.

As many of you know, large social gatherings usually make me a little squicky, and the lead-up to this one was no different. I felt a bit of ‘what have I gotten myself into’ in the days before – just the idea of so many people all together in one place seemed a little daunting, and I had the usual cases of not-knowing-what-to-wear-and-pack along with a bit of when-did-my-pores-get-so-big-??, and even a dash of ohholyshit.

I spent most of Thursday in transit, which was the usual cross-continental nightmare which one would expect. Delayed out of Las Vegas; delayed layover out of Chicago, where there had apparently been an absolute deluge of rain; and finally, after arriving in Philadelphia and meeting up with Angel and her genuinely amazing roommate (who was kind enough to pick me up at the airport and drive us all the way to the party), an hour-long ride followed by the most bizarre hotel check-in process in the history of ever ever. Ever.
Angel and I got a relatively good night’s sleep in anticipation for the weekend, and were up bright and early on Friday morning. Well, early…but not so bright:

Welcome to beautiful Atlantic City.
This was the view from my balcony – on the 27th floor of the Skyline Tower! Visibility was practically zero and, at that height anyway, the wind was blowing furiously. So much for seeing the ocean..
 
The morning was saved by the arrival of Pandora Blake, whose happy smile immediately put both Angel and I in the mood for some spanking fun. Well, maybe I’m lying a bit. Angel wasn’t really looking forward to it at all, because we’d planned to do a double mouthsoaping scene, where both she and Pandora would hold bars of soap in their mouths while being spanked.
Without giving it all away, I will tell you that the scene was fantastic – and that those two ladies posed side-by-side was one of the loveliest things I’ve seen in quite some time. (I’ll be posting some photos soon as I get the footage off my camera!)
 
After spending a nice little while visiting with Pandora, we spent a few relaxing hours before the evening festivities were to begin. And it’s a good thing, too, because the short walk from our hotel to the party venue was like starring in the movie Twister. Leaning nearly 45degrees into the oncoming wind, Angel and I tottered toward the boardwalk in various states of Seriously Underdressed and Pornographically Windblown. We had to stop off in the lobby ladies room and figure out which direction our hair was supposed to be facing before heading up to the party.
 
Walking into the main ballroom was – honestly – nearly overwhelming. Remember, this is my first time at a party of this size, and the place wasn’t even that full yet…but I was a little ball of spanko nerves!
The place was enormous, with dozens of tables in the center and the vendor fair tables set up all ’round. We bumped nearly immediately into Sarah Gregory, looking precious as always. Within just a few minutes, Sarah introduced me to THE Dana Specht. That’s right, dammit, I finally got to meet and shake hands with her and was so excited-slash-nervous that I felt, again, like a kid. For those of you not lucky enough to already know this, Dana is just about the kindest and most genuine person you can possibly imagine – just as I’d heard from so many others. This was definitely a highlight.
 
From there, the night seemed to spiral from one awesome conversation to another. I didn’t even take my jacket off for the first two hours, nor did we manage to sit down until nearly eleven pm. So many people I’ve corresponded with for months, even years, were there, and I couldn’t wait to see every one of them. Miss Lisa and Mr Rob, Ms Lydia, Bad Sherri, Leia Ann Woods, Cassandra Park, Richard Windsor (another !! moment!!), Benman, BradD, and numerous others whose FetLife pseudonyms I can’t remember offhand were folks I finally got to actually meet in Real Life; I also had the happy pleasure of catching up with precious Alex Reynolds, Pandora, Sky Summers (whose boyfriend proposed onstage – so sweet!), Sarah, sweet Ten Amorette, and lots of other friends made in the last few wonderful years.
 
Not forgetting that this was, indeed, a spanking party (and knowing that she’d pout relentlessly if I didn’t), I perched Angel over the spanking bench in the center of the little square of private play areas and had an excellent time spanking her semi-publicly for a few minutes. (On a side note, she looked so fabulous on that bench that I must now have one…immediately.)
 
I stayed up well past my bedtime, as we didn’t get rain-blown back to our suite until around 11:30 pm (no suite parties for this sleepy girl), and fell into be thoroughly satisfied.
 
Saturday morning was equally foggy, so again the excellent view was lost to the clouds, but Saturday afternoon brought the Bad Boys Punished event in the main ballroom, and I COULD NOT WAIT to get there! My only criticism of this event is that it did not last three or four hours – I had so much fun, pulling ranks of naughty boys across my lap. Wow. It’s like speed dating for spankos! 
 
I heard that the Uniformed Male Tops event was also particularly enjoyable, and I’m sorry that I missed the opportunity to see well-dressed male tops taking care of dozens of happy spanko gals.
 
We took a short break between the Bad Boys event and dinner, and arrived back at the party at 8pm. The place was already packed, and everyone was dressed to the nines. There was a Hollywood theme for the evening, and folks chose to dress in everything from old Hollywood to action movie character costumes. 
Angel and I also both got our first looks at the famous SSNY What Would You Do videos, and we both laughed nearly continuously.
There was also an amazing skit, featuring several of the SSNY family, that was truly hilarious and inspired.
 
It’s obvious that Mike Tanner, Jules, Miranda, and the rest of the SSNY organizers put a lot of heart and a whole bunch of sweat into this affair. Their enthusiasm was totally infectious, and I was pleased to finally have a moment to meet the very busy Coach Tanner toward the end of the evening. He’s just as friendly and gracious as I expected, and I’m hoping to have the chance to actually meet Jules and Miranda next time – they have to be the busiest women on the Eastern Seafront during the course of the party, and I never had the chance to run them down without interrupting. Also spotted across the room: Miss Chris. I am in awe of this lady, and had the chance to meet her briefly in Chicago last summer – hopefully I’ll have the chance to shake her hand again soon.
 
I did hand out quite a few voting-booth spankings on Saturday night – though not nearly as many as I’d have liked (you know who you are), and Angel and I dragged our tired selves back to our hotel a little after midnight. Of course, I had to spank her before either one of us could be expected to sleep, so we didn’t actually make it to bed until around 3am. 
 
Sunday morning, we had to be up and out relatively early, but woke up to (finally) this:
 
Better late than never.
Next year? Oh, hell yeah!
 
                                                               – Dana
 
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‘Detention Served, at Long Last’ : great School Daze fiction

I’m sure you’ll be properly pleased with this entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Poor Dan finds out that it’s never too late for a spanking, in : 

 

  “ DETENTION SERVED….AT LONG LAST!”
                                               

 

                                      
 Dan was pushing his cart at the local supermarket when he spied an attractive looking mature woman bending over to select an item from the lower shelf at the health and beauty isle. As he was admiring her nice round butt that was clad in a tight leather skirt he noticed something very familiar. Moving closer he saw her face and immediately recognized her from his days at St. Mary’s High School. About ten years older than Dan, she was or used to be Sister Constance the Prefect of Discipline for the school. Inching even closer to get a better look Dan’s eyes suddenly locked with hers and he nervously asked if she was in fact Sister Constance from his old High School. The attractive looking woman smiled and confidently asserted yes and that she left the convent years ago and is now a Psychology Professor at the City College , her name is Connie Smith, and that she still  doles out discipline to those in need though not as often as she used to. Connie then point bank posed the question to Dan. “I caught you staring at my butt a few moments ago didn’t’ I”? Embarrassed by the question and who may be overhearing this conversation Dan sheepishly looked down and admitted that yes in fact he was.” I knew it” Connie replied and asked “Have you ever served in any of my Detention Sessions back in High School”? He admitted he had not and went on to say that he certainly did things that would have warranted Detention, he was one of those students who always got away doing things without consequences. “Until now”, she said. ‘Do you think it’s o.k. to stare at a lady’s butt while she shops at the supermarket”? Afraid of getting into a confrontation that others may notice Dan quietly confessed that it wasn’t and that he was sorry. Connie then proceeded to tell Dan that if he truly was sorry he would agree to pay a visit to her house to receive “something that we both know you have had coming for a very long time”. Looking down, Dan said alright Connie” I will do just that”. ”You will address me as Ms. Smith from now on” Connie said and gave Dan the address and the warning to be there on time at 11:00 a.m. the following Saturday. He left this stunningly attractive woman and the supermarket with a whirlwind of thoughts running through his head as to what just had transpired. He would find out soon enough as Saturday was only two days away.

 

That Saturday morning Dan’s head was spinning with thoughts of whether or not to accept his invitation not knowing what really to expect. On one hand he was both excited and curious because Connie was very attractive and, perhaps he reasoned could charm his way through any thoughts of serious punishments she may have in mind. And maybe she would be taken in by his charm and wit and be even seduced by him. On the other hand, maybe Connie was some crazy man hating beast of a woman who would punish him unmercifully and scar him for life. He knew he was in for some sort of discipline session and was quite intrigued by the thought of it all. So Dan decided to go through with it. After all, how bad could it be? As he rang the front door bell he was about to find out.
Dan was greeted by a cheerful looking young lady who introduced herself as Tina, a student of Ms. Smith’s from City College and part time housekeeper. Tina showed Dan in and almost gleefully said to him that “Ms. Smith was expecting him” and asked him to remove his shoes upon entering the house.
Dan was given a short form to sign and requested to provide his driver license
To be photo copied. He was a little reluctant to do so but Tina assured him that the form was just a simple waiver/agreement of sorts that all visitors to Ms. Smith are required to sign, basically that they are in agreement as to the business at hand. No big deal. Dan’s thoughts were at that point too focused in anticipation of what was to transpire that he signed ,took a deep breath and followed Tina into the Study where Ms. Smith was seated behind a desk and waiting for him.

 

Ms. Smith rose to her feet and greeted him with a slight smile with the welcoming words “ I am so glad you could make your appointment this morning” and added that “we both know why you are here and that this Detention Session is long overdue”. Those last words spoken both sternly and assertively by the woman who was smartly dressed in a long black skirt and white blouse, Ms. Smith noted that the signed paperwork had been placed in a file and that his Detention session can begin. Dan was directed to one of the three classroom style desks that were in the room and told to sit down ,straight up with hands folded and look ahead towards the chalk board and not move until she returned. He was surprised to notice another person a woman, about his age, occupying one of the other desks with pen and paper in hand writing feverishly what he assumed were some sort of punishment lines. Dan sat looking straight ahead as instructed. After a while he glanced at the woman seated next to him and noticed that while she was still writing he couldn’t help but see that while constantly shifting in her seat, the evidence of a rather brutal spanking was exposed. Dan could see that she was rather uncomfortable and that her rather ample backside was a deep crimson red with a tinge of blue from bruising. She was wearing a pair of thong panties something he hadn’t noticed when he first saw her. Dan whispered hello. She whispered back saying her name was Linda and if he were smart he would leave while he can. Linda stated that she had been there since around 8:00 am and was almost done with her writing assignment. Linda sighed and said ”well we both are here for reasons known to us and that we deserve what we have coming” adding that even though “we don’t like the consequences we face ,we’ll be back again for more of the same”.
Dan sharply said,” no way to that, I’ll never be back”.  Linda just gave him a knowing glance,smiled and said ”oh, but you will’ and continued writing all the while as she was shifting in her seat. Dan wondered what she meant by that as he continued to sit for what was now a whole hour at the very least. He took special notice of what lay upon the desk at the front of the room. There he could see an assortment of implements that no doubt would be used for his upcoming corporal punishment. A couple of paddles ,a bath brush, cane, and what looked like a bunch of twigs soaking in a water bucket in the corner of the room. Is this all for show or does Ms. Smith intend to use them all he thought?
He was about to find out.

 

Ms. Smith suddenly entered the room and walked up to where Dan was sitting.
She started out” Sooo,you like to watch unsuspecting women bending over and stare at their backsides”? Well?” Umm, yes ma’am” he stammered. And she added” you often got away with doing bad things way back in High School’? “yes” he said very quietly looking down away from her. SMACK!! She slapped him hard across the face! “I didn’t hear you” she exclaimed. “Yes ma’am’ Dan replied reeling from that unexpected slap across his face. “That’s better’ Ms. Smith said adding “ Linda here will get a nice view of your backside while I spank you and am quite sure she enjoy watching although I doubt she will admit to it”. The tone of her voice certainly made him nervous but at the same time he was anxious to get this whole Detention business started and the sooner it does, the sooner he could get out of there and never look back. “Drop your pants and come here” she said. Ms. Smith took a seat on her chair behind the desk and beckoned him to come lay across her lap. Once in proper place she began spanking his behind with her gloved hand. SLAP!!SLAP!,SLAP! Her hand alternating from each cheek of his bottom and with each slap the reality of the situation was beginning to sink into Dan that he in fact was going to be punished, and effectively so. SLAP!SLAP!,SLAP! SLAP! Her hand continued to assault his backside which began to turn a light shade of pink. Face down over her knee staring at the floor and her black high heeled shoes Dan was determined to take whatever Ms. Smith dished out with not so much as a whimper.  After about five minutes with her gloved hand he was beginning to think that this wasn’t so bad at all and that it would be over soon. Ms. Smith stopped spanking him for the moment, adjusted herself and Dan into position again and… SMACK! “Ohhh….this is a different sensation” Dan thought. SMACK !!SMACK !SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The sharp sting of the small lexan paddle was something he never experienced. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oh God, this really hurts he quietly said to himself, still determined not to give in and beg for her to stop. “Did I hear you say something”? Ms. Smith asked? ”No Ma’am” he answered while biting his lip as that paddle rained down on his tender backside again and again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He could see from the corner of his eye that Linda who was sitting in the seat not too far away stopped her writing and was watching intently as Dan was getting what she got earlier. He could swear that she had a look of glee on her face. Well, “misery loves company as they say” he surmised. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Hold still”! Ms. Smith called out to Dan. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! That paddle really stung! Suddenly she stopped. Dan was grateful because he thought his punishment was over.

 

“Stand up. Pull down those undies ,and get back across my lap” Ms Smith ordered. “Now that we completed a proper “warm up” we can begin your punishment in earnest she coolly remarked. “A proper spanking is always administered on the bare bottom. Do you understand young man”? “Warm up? What does she mean by warm up”? Dan thought it was over but now frightfully realized his punishment only had begun!” What have I got myself into”? He thought. Bare bottomed faced down over her knee he felt the first blow of Ms. Smith’s dreaded wooden spencer paddle. Crack! The paddle landed on his left cheek. Crack! On the left, Crack !Back to the right. “Owwww”..Dan murmmured  to himself. The spencer paddle with it’s little holes was really making an impression not only on his bare bottom but on his psyche. She now go into a rhythm ,alternating side to side and now and then varying the force of each blow. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Went that wicked spencer paddle!
The tiny holes allowed for less air resistance as it rained down on Dan’s squirming buttocks. ‘Owwww,Owwww,Owwww” Linda who was still diligently watching could hear him say. Tiny blisters began to appear wherever that paddle landed.”Hold still I said” demanded Ms. Smith as she expertly applied that paddle to Dan’s now very red posterior. “Ouch!,this really hurts” Dan blurted out. “Be quiet ,and hold still. It’s supposed to hurt, you are getting what you deserve and have had it a long time in coming” said Ms. Smith. She knew how to work that paddle to achieve maximum discomfort continuing to alternate left, right, up ,down ,center of his stinging and squirming behind. Dan’s arse was on fire and both he and Ms. Smith knew it! CRACK! ,Owwww! ,CRACK!,Owwww! ,CRACK!,Owwwww, it continued  for what seemed like an eternity till finally she stopped. He was ordered to stand up and go over to the front desk and wait for her while she excused herself from the room to speak with her housemaid Tina. “No talking you two” she warned both Dan and Linda who continued writing her punishment lines at her desk. Dan meanwhile wasn’t in the mood to have a conversation as he continued to rub his very sore butt. It sure hurt like hell but he was still determined not to give in and give Ms. Smith the satisfaction of seeing him shed a tear. The paddling really hurt but somehow provided a numbing effect even though he could feel that his rear was swollen from all that spanking and could feel those little blisters generated by the spencer paddle. “At least you don’t have to write stupid lines” Linda said to Dan. “I would much rather sit and write than go through with what I just did. That damned spencer paddle certainly put a fire in my butt” Dan told her. Linda stated that she too got much of the same and that she has the marks and bruises to prove it. She turned around in her seat to show him. “Oh yes, I can see you are very red back there. How does it feel’? he asked.” Hurts like hell” Linda replied, and added “it doesn’t help that I’ve been sitting on this hard wooden chair for the last couple of hours’!

 

The door to the room suddenly opened and Ms. Smith said she overheard the both them talking ,something she warned them against. “Did I or did I not say that you two were not to talk”? “Well?” Ms. Smith demanded. Both Linda and Dan whispered yes knowing full well of certain consequences. “Very well” Ms. Smith said with a tone of disgust. “Bend over this front desk” she instructed Dan. Grabbing the long handled wooden bath brush she began assaulting Dan’s already battered and bruised backside. WHUP!” Ohhhh” said Dan,WHUP! ”Eowwww” ,he continued. WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! “Ouch!, Owwww! ,Ouch”! WHUP! “Oooohhhh”. It continued. Ms. Smith applied that bath brush precisely and effectively. With each “WHUP” as the bath brush landed it produced a deep penetrating pain with a crashing thud. Because the back of the brush was somewhat small it seemed all the energy  from Ms. Smith’s wielding arm  was concentrated into what seemed to Dan as a white hot fireball landing and burning into his raw tush with each blow. WHUP! WHUP!WHUP! All Dan could think of is how deep the pain was and was wondering when he was ever going to sit comfortably again. She applied the bath brush to every square inch of his blistered backside, not sparing any area and making sure that this particular justice was evenly dispersed. “Hold still!” she scolded him as he was shifting from one leg to the other in a futile attempt to avoid the blows. WHUP! WHUP! “Owwwwwwww”,Owwwwwwwww” he moaned quietly. “Brace yourself for these last ten” Ms. Smith advised Dan. Without warning she began a volley of very rapid spanks with the bath brush WHUP! WHUP!WHUP!WHUP!WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP! WHUP !”Oh my god, oh my god ,owwwwwww, owwwwwww” he said. A tear began to flow from his eye but he was quick to conceal it from her, biting his lip all through the ordeal of those last ten spanks. “All right, go sit down in your seat” Ms. Smith told him. This was going to be a problem he thought as the pain from that bout with bath brush was deep and left his butt extremely sore and throbbing. But he knew better than to not follow directions and slowly and gingerly sat down on the cool wooden desk seat. For a second the coolness of the wooden seat felt good but soon his discomfort was evident. Shifting in his seat didn’t help and only seemed to make matters worse. “God, this hurts” he mumbled to himself. “ Sit up straight and face the front of the room” Ms. Smith told him.” And sit still! she said. He did as told all the while squirming in his seat to try and get comfortable.

 

Ms. Smith then turned her attention to Linda who was seated at the next desk over. “Have you completed your writing assignment”? she asked. “Yes ma’am” came her weak reply. “Step up here and bend over this desk “Ms. Smith said. Linda was somewhat relieved to escape that awfully hard chair that made her sore red behind ache both from sitting so long and from the spanking she had in fact received earlier. Her hand also hurt from all that writing but nowhere near the pain she was about to feel. As Linda was bending over the desk she caught glimpse of Ms. Smith reaching into the bucket that was close by and saw her pull out a bunch of loosely bound twigs or branches. “Oh no, not a birching”! pleaded Linda as she prepared herself as best she could. “Pull down those thong panties young lady” Ms. Smith ordered. “Pleaaase let me keep them on Ms. Smith” Linda pleaded. To that Ms. Smith replied ”no need to be embarrassed and besides, your bare rump being exposed to the world is the least of your worries ,trust me it will be the last thing on your mind during the next few minutes”.  Linda shuddered upon hearing those words and braced herself for what surely would be a thorough thrashing. SWOOSH! The tied up bunch of birch twigs whistled through the air and crashed on the prone woman’s ample derriere with a snapping sound. Linda lurched forward after the first swat landed. “Owwwwww.’she howled! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!SWOOSH!SWOOSH! went the bundle of twigs.” Yeowwwwww,owwwwww” Linda screamed. It was like a thousand bees have landed and began stinging that already tender fanny of hers.”Ohhhh my!, Owwwwww.oooooooooo she yelled as the unforgiving birch rods worked their magic. Ms. Smith was right in that the only thing Linda could concentrate on was that acute sting and pain that was engulfing her already bruised blistered rump. “Ohhhhhhhh, please stop” she begged, only to feel the wrath of the bundle branches again and again. The last half dozen blows were the harshest and when Ms. Smith finished Linda stood straight up and hopped around the room sobbing ,rubbing her butt feverishly in what could be best described as some sort of spanking dance! “I think you got the message” Ms. Smith laughed as she admired her handiwork. “Now go sit down and keep quiet” she told Linda. Linda returned to her seat and sat down as lightly as she could and continued to whimper quietly to herself amazed at the beating she just endured. “Oh Gawd,this really stings” she repeatedly said between sobs.

 

Dan was anticipating what he figured was his turn with the birch twigs when Ms. Smith walked up to him and handed a pencil and paper.  Looking down at him she said” you admitted that you always got away with things that would have gotten you in trouble back in High School therefore, I want you to list 10 such infractions on this sheet of paper”. With that she turned and went back to her desk and began correcting papers from her College Class students. Dan was relieved that unlike Linda he wasn’t required to write lengthy punishment lines and sensed that his ordeal was almost over. Those birch twigs still loomed menacingly he thought. So he quickly jotted down ten things that would have landed him in Detention back in High School. Things such as pulling the fire alarm, starting a food fight, plugging the bathroom sinks, etc. etc. After awhile Ms. Smith stopped correcting papers looked up and saw Dan was no longer writing and beckoned him to the front of the room. He walked up and stood in front of her desk, his bottom still throbbing from his encounter with the bath brush. “Let me see your list” Ms. Smith said. She studied it without comment, smiled and finally remarked ”I see, very well ,you will be punished with one stroke of the cane for each of the ten infractions you have listed”.” But Ms. Smith he stammered”. “Quiet or I will double the strokes to twenty” she told him. “Now get into position’! Dan positioned himself over her desk in such a way that his buttocks were fully exposed and vulnerable to the onslaught of Ms. Smith’s rattan cane. The cane was long and about 1/4” thick and Dan was sure that this was going to be worse than the birch rods. Before he knew it he vaguely heard the swish of the cane when it suddenly landed squarely and precisely in the center of his prone buttocks. He let out a yelp as the force of the blow reverberated from the point of impact and traveled throughout his body forcing him to lurch somewhat forward. “Stay still” she admonished him. Before he could comprehend the words she was saying he was rudely jolted by the penetrating blow of another cut of the cane. “Yeaowwwww”..he moaned as Ms. Smith struck again in the exact same spot as the first. This time it felt like a searing streak of fire had coursed through his bottom. “Oh my god, owwww,owwww,” he said. No matter how hard he tried he could not escape the heat of the swishing cane as she expertly applied it to the other sections of his bum. SWISH! SPLAT!! SWISH! SPLAT!! SWISH! SPLAT!! “Owwwwwwww…,Ooohhhhhhhh”! Dan exclaimed. He was now clenching his teeth and tears began to well up in his eyes and he could now make out the image of that housemaid/student Tina standing at the door of the room with what he thought might be a camera. SWISH! SPLAT!! Came another strike of the cane! “oooohhhhhhh god” he cried. The blistering heat was almost too much to bear. With his arse afire and his head reeling Dan could barely hear Ms. Smith announce the coming of the last stroke.”Take a deep breath for number ten” she announced. SWISHHHH! SPLAATTTT!!!! The final stroke from that awful rataan cane came crashing down and cut right through his soul causing Dan to begin to sob uncontrollably. He started to hop up and down rubbing that scorched bottom of his and performing his own  rendition of the spanking dance that he previously witnessed being done by Linda. Knowing that she finally had broken him, Ms. Smith displayed a smile of complete satisfaction knowing that justice was delivered and Detention finally served to Dan at long last! She collected her papers and slowly cooed that she “would expect to see him in three weeks at the same time” then left the room.

 

Tina stood there and instructed him to compose himself ,get dressed and handed him his driver’s license which she had photo copied earlier. His bottom still a mass of molten flesh, he asked the young housemaid what Ms. Smith meant by telling him she expected a return visit in three weeks. Tina just grinned and simply said” All those who enter here always return unless they want the world to know what takes place in this special setting. You did sign that waiver/agreement when you arrived. During your time here I ran a background check on you and now Ms. Smith knows where you live ,work etc. Perhaps you should have read the fine print! You will be back I am sure of it” she chuckled. ”Isn’t that right Linda”? she asked. Linda just looked down and sheepishly nodded yes. At that point Dan knew he had been had. “See you both in three weeks”! Tina said as she exited the room.

 

Three weeks later that Saturday morning Dan was debating what he should do. Over and over he thought what if and what not? He knew what he had to do. He arrived at the appointed time and was greeted by the cheerful young Housemaid/Student Tina and was led into the house……….

 

                                                       The end
 
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‘A Well-Deserved Thrashing’ : More fun School Daze spanking!

Readers,

Here is yet another example of the excellent minds at work on March’s ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Enjoy LOTS of hard F/F spanking in this one!

–  Dana

A Well-Deserved Thrashing
 

 

The halls were empty, all the students had gone, and most of the staff had also departed. My friend, and fellow colleague Alicia Burnstone, wanted to talk about something alone. She told me to meet her, at exactly five P.M. I was to meet her in her homeroom, which was on the other side of the school. Ms. Bridgemont’s all girl school for troubled young ladies. I have heard about it from a mutual friend of ours, a fully accredited college where old fashioned methods of correction and discipline were still carried out. Spankings were the common penalty, and could be administered on the spot a young lady committed an offense. This led to many loud and squawking girls, catering around bare red bottoms for the remainder of the day. Oh that was the other thing about the school, if you got a spanking, your skirt and panties were confiscated, and you had to go the rest of the day like that.
I did not mind though, to see such round and luscious bottoms, painted red and some nicely decorated with ribbons of welts, and dollops of bruises. I did enjoy spanking some of these rude obnoxious brats, I always strived for tears, and did not truly start to spank until the tears were flowing. The wing were Alicia teaches is up ahead, I am truly puzzled, I have no idea what she wants to discuss.
I entered the wing, and began to walk the empty halls. My heels clicked off the polished floors, as I walked to the last room of the hall. I checked my watch, it was five minutes to five. Alicia was such a stickler about being on time, I was more lackadaisical about things, she could be such a terrible pain about things. She was always going around, and seeing that everything ran smoothly and without blips. I consider the woman my best friend, but sometimes I feel like spanking her like crazy.
I entered the room, and closed the door. Alicia was waiting, she was seated in a chair that had been put in front of her desk. A school uniform sat on the desk, it was still in the plastic wraps they came in, and as I approached Alicia seemed to be glaring at me.
“Hey Alicia, well I’m here. So what is it you want to talk about?” I asked here, usually she would have stood and embraced me, maybe crack a joke or something. But instead a cold stare was upon me, I know Alicia is miss perfection and somewhat uptight, but her stare was binding me to the spot.
“Hello Olivia, I’m glad you came, on time. Take a seat young lady, we have important things to discuss.” She said in a cold tone, stretching out the material of her skirt over her stockings. Young lady I thought, you are only three years older than I, how can you say that with a straight face. I decided to not say anything, but sat in a desk adjacent from where she sat. I had not noticed at first something wrapped in thick tape, it was a long object, and was next to the uniform. Alicia reached back, and took the taped object. She handed it to me. “Go on Olivia, open it, consider this a present from one friend to another.” She said. Her voice was pleasant, and the Alicia smile I knew lined her face, but there was something lurking in the background of her tone that unsettled me.
Taking the item, I began to tug on the tape, and soon had it uncovered. My face felt like it was going to melt off my body. My skin felt cold and tight. In my lap was the missing gilded flag. Encrusted with real gold, and beautifully made with silk it was the hallmark of the school, and had belonged to the original founder. The reason I felt so petrified, was I was the one that had attempted  to take it, and when I was about to be caught I planted it in a random girls locker.
“You look like you are going to be ill Olivia. Why the shell-shocked look? I had to punish severely today, the girl that would dare try to take the emblematic symbol of this honored institution . Of course throughout the long and hard spanking, she kept between tears proclaiming her innocence, and saying it was not her. Anything you would like to say Olivia?” She asked, as I fidgeted in my seat, and tried to quell the screaming panic rising  within me.
“L-like what?” I asked, my voice cracking as I tried to maintain a semblance of self control. She sighs, a sigh that I have heard her utter from the unruly and at times rebellious antics of one of her students. “Like that fact, that you framed Dana Smithson in the theft of it. You told us that you saw her carrying something suspicious, and she put it in her locker. That poor thing’s bottom was turned into a mess because of you. Do you realize the graveness of what has occurred? If I report this to the headmistress, you will not only lose your job, but be arrested by the authorities. And even if you manage to get only a slap on the wrist, your teaching career will be in a state of ruin beyond repair. That is why I am offering a choice brat, accept all conditions of this offer, and obey me to the letter, or I will open up the floodgates to many unfortunate events that will ruin you.”
Her words are like a sledgehammer to my face. My mind it feels as if a block of ice has covered it in a perpetual freeze. Jail? Fired? Not to mention the shame my family, this school, and everyone would have to be subjected to. “Ok, I will comply with what you say Alicia. Teaching is my passion, and I cannot go away to jail. So what is the option?” I ask sadly, my world now in a grey void of vacuity. Alicia grabs the parcel of clothes and hands it to me. “You have acted like a lying, deceitful, disgraceful little girl. You will be treated as such. You will change into the official school uniform, and you will be severely spanked by me, in front of the girl you tried to get in so much trouble.” She said with a hint of a smile on the edges of her mouth.
I felt horrified, by mouth hung open agape, and I clutched the clothes to my body and just stood there like someone petrified in front of a large group of people. “Please Alicia, not that. I know I deserve to be spanked, and I will accept one, but not in front of one of our students.” I pleaded, giving her my most innocuous look of sincerity. Alicia remained stone faced, she wagged her finger back and forth, and narrowed her eyes. “No that is not good enough Olivia. You have disgraced our profession, and need to be disciplined and humiliated. Getting your bare bottom spanked with a witness will be worth it to you in the long run. Now get changed, and then get your bottom back here at once.
I lowered my head, and submitted to her words. It slunk out the door, I felt tears already rushing to my eyes, I needed the money I thought, I knew that was not a viable reason, but in times of despeartion people forsake logic and reasoning. I quickly changed into the blouse and skirt, a skirt that let about a third of my bottom hang out. I am going to be so sorry I thought as I trudged slowly back to the room where Alicia was.
Dana was in the room now, her smile and delight at my perdicament was so obvious as I slowly walked back to Alicias right side. “Good we now have all persons required for this lesson. Let’s not waste anytime, over my lap at once young lady, and lets start your well deserved spanking. And from this point on, I want you to adress me as either Ms. Burnstone, or Ma’am am I clear?” She asked as lowered my doomed self over her thighs. “Yes Ma’am.” I said softly as her hand began to slap my skirt covered bottom. She carried on with these mild soft slaps, covering a good range of my cheeks. After about three minutes or so, she slowly raised my skirt up. “I see your bottom is even chubby that I remember it being. Maybe your principles and values are not the only things you decided to abscond from.” She said in an evil tone, her fingers pinching my cheeks. I bit my lower lip, and cringed. I hated the official announcement of the large size of my bottom. Yes I know it’s big, you don’t have to state the dreadfully obvious.
Her hand was hard, but not the hardest I felt, as the spanks began to warm up the white bottom underneath even more. Dana sat, and grinned obnoxiously, she clasped her hand over her mouth, as she giggled at my just deserts.
“She sure does have a big bottom Miss Burnstone. Maybe you should  spank away some of the wobbliness of that fat bottom of hers” The horrid brat remarked, as Alicia spanked on. Alicia smiled at the stinging remarks, and rubbed her hand over my cheeks” She is right there, you have quite a lot of bottom here. And now I think it is time for you to get your panties pulled down, and spanked on your big bare bottom.”
I wanted to curse at them both, stop saying I have a big bottom! I thought, as my panties were pulled down past my knees. “There we go down and out of the way. I must say Olivia, you do not get spanked as often as you need. Your bottom colors up quickly, and at this rate will be black and blue by the time we are finished.” She said, as her hand swept over the rounded hills of my inflamed flesh. My bottom was getting hot, and I tried to not let it appear I was in discomfort, but the overwhelming heat was starting to get me to writhe about some.
She continued on, scolding me about the proper decorum a teacher ought to have, and how shameful it was to be a thief and a liar. After about another five minutes she stopped, and to my surprise let me up. “Now young lady, I think some corner time before we move on to the serious stuff. Stand over there, hands at your side, and your red bottom for our viewing pleasure.” She pointied, and I gave a little whimper, as I walked over to, and stood, feeling like I was six years old again. My bottom was bare, and my friend and our student were enjoying the sight of it. I stood there, and cursed myself for ever wanting to pocket the stupid flag in the first place.
I stood there, half naked for over thirty minutes, as Alicia and Dana commented on how red my bottom was, about how much more vibrant it was to become, and other things that was making my other cheeks turn red. “Alright young lady, I think it is time to move on to part two of this four part series of your discipline.” She said as she took a hairbrush, and a small red leather strap from the top drawer in her desk. I gasped, four parts?! I thought this was going to be simple, not totally bottom annihilating. I was crying now, the tears ran sadly down my trembling cheeks as I took my spot back over her lap.
The small strap was so wicked, its snarling bite embedded small fragments of pain again and again across the weeping surface of my bottom. I began to sob and kick, my legs rising high into the air in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the intense pain. Dana was staring right into my eyes, she was sitting in a chair that was positioned right next to my face. As I sobbed, I would look into her enthusiastic smile, as my bottom burned worse ad worse. She would give fake expressions of sympathy, and would lip mocking words, Alicia carried on burning my entire bottom with both strap and hairbrush.
Finally this part was over, I stood up swiftly, hoping to get a quick rub of my cheeks in, before I would have to have yet another dose of the corner. This time I was standing there for over forty minutes, as Alicia and Dana talked about her future plans after the school, and her home life.
My bottom hurt so much, my face was dried with tears, as I stood there and dreaded the rest of my ongoing spanking. Alicia finally beckoned me back over, and told me to face her, with my hands on my head. “Well young lady, I believe you are learning quite a good lesson. Now, would you Dana like to give her a spanking?” She asked. I wanted to destroy everything at moment. That rotten little brat, who got sent here instead of being going to jail for possession of drugs, and several driving under the influences infractions, was now being giving the opportunity to spank my bottom. “Please Ms Burnstone, not by one of our students. Please, I am learning my lesson. I don’t need to be spanked on my bottom by that brat.” I said, my voice raising with desperation. Dana looked so happy, she rubbed her hands together, and gave me her meanest smile yet.
“Oh yes Ma’am, I would love to spank her nice big bottom really hard. The only thing that needs to happen is that she needs to completely undress.” I began sobbing again, the thought of having to strip naked, and going over a girl that has tested me since she arrived was too much for me to handle. I lowered my head, and began to strip. In a few moments, my clothes lay on the floor, as that brat took her seat so smugly. “Now young lady, get that big bottom over my lap, it needs to be burned by me now.”
She put her left arm along my leg, and started slapping my bottom hard, and fast with her hand. Her hand was very soft compared to Alicia’s, a feather lashing my cheeks instead of the stone hand of Alicia’s. But after being spanked for so long, it was not long till my tears were flowing fast and hard again. “You are a very naughty, mean little girl. My poor bottom has bruises on it because of you. Miss Burnstone blistered me, when she should of just spanked you instead. I will tear your bottom up for that young lady.” She said, the glee so imbibed in her voice, that I thought her words would drown in it.
After about five minutes, she started with the brush, the smacks covering ravenously the miserable swollen cresses of my aching behind. My bottom, oh sweet mercy my bottom is going to be marked for days and days, as the brush continued its loquacious soliloquy with my bottom. I was in a full bawl mood, as now the strap sailed down on my bottom again, and again. Finally she was done, she ran her hand over my swollen marked bottom, she gave my flesh several pinches, focusing on the bits that were marked the most. “Well young lady, that is a nice swollen bottom you have there. Now get your big bottom in the corner, so me and Miss Burnstone can enjoy it.” I walked over, and stood my body still wracking with sobs from the intensity of the spanking at that point.
“My that bottom really is coming along. We only have one more part go Olivia, you are not doing to bad, considering that you have been getting spanked for about a total of little more than an hour so far. Now in the corner for, oh lets say one full hour this time.” her words were so calm, the same machinations that ran her tidy on time, always ordered life were presented in the artful way of my hard spanking. They talked about something, I am not too sure, I was only focused on the wrath squirming over my bottom. The pain was so bad, the worst I had felt in awhile. I knew that I did deserve this, and the tone of Alicia’s voice indicated that she was not doing this for her own salacious glee. Their voices were a constant drone in my head, as I focused never doing anything this stupid again.
Finally after having my bottom on show for the hour, Alicia stood up. She retrieved something from her desk, and sat herself down. Dana looked onward, that brat was loving this so much. You will get yours brat, I will bust your bottom the first instant I can, you will be begging for me to stop. I thought as I stood next to Alicia’s right side.
Alicia had something I did not recognize in her hand, it had several white plastic pieces attached to each other with several thick rubber bands. To me they looked the switches I had applied to my behind by my aunt when I was a kid. “You might be wondering what this is Olivia. This is a lovely plastic birch I have. So many woman’s bottoms I have blistered with this, so many wailing and kicking naked brats I punished to contrition with it. Lets start.” I sighed, and lowered myself over, my bottom being raised till it was the apex of my body.
She starts the punishment, oh the sting of that birch, my tears began starting almost at once. I kicked and wailed, as that brat Dana, watched on giving her running commentary on my spanking, her remarks seemly incessant as the blows reigned down all over my swollen bottom. Alicia was quite the spanker, her arm firmly wrapping my waist, as she tore up my bottom with that birch. Finally, what I have to estimate as at least ten solid minutes she sets down the birch. She began rubbing my bottom vigorously, her hands kneading and pulling on the swollen marked skin. “Now young lady, you will give a sincere apology to Dana, and swear never to do this again. After that, the three of us will go out to dinner together.” I stood up, the tears still crawling down my porcelain cheeks.” I’m so sorry Dana, I blamed you something you did not do, and I swear I will not ever do anything like that again.” I said, as Alicia gave me a hug. To my surprise, Dana said she forgave me, and hugged me back. The dinner that night was wonderful, the service was excellent, the food wonderful and we all chattered and had a great time. That lasted until the last few minutes of the great outing. “I am glad you learned your lesson Olivia, and the spankings you will take as time goes on, to preserve your integrity, and for you to be refreshed from guilt will be just as memorable as well.” she said, giving me her most radiant smile yet. Inside my inner self was throwing a conniption fit, and my bottom was tender and bruised. But I merely replied back, and raised my glass to my lips. Alicia was my best friend, and I trusted her to give me the discipline I secretly craved, and needed to function properly.

 

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‘The Ruler’ by Annika

One of our favorite contributors, Annika, has shared a beautifully-writen entry for the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. While she’s entered as a non-contestant, I’m sure you’ll agree that once again she’s written a winning tale.

–  Dana

The Ruler
 
 

Professor Payne loved his ruler.  He always made sure to place it on his desk so all of us could see it lying there staring at us.  He explained to us from the beginning that he wouldn’t tolerate any kind of disturbances in his class and all who would disobey would get to feel his ruler.  He so kindly demonstrated that it was an unbreakable piece of wood by slamming it onto his desk producing a rather disturbing sound waving through the classroom.  I may have been the only one just sitting there looking rather relaxed at him, almost smiling.  I wasn’t impressed by him and his name in itself just made this scenario funny.  He seemed more like a dog just standing there barking, and he would probably get all excited if you threw him a ball or a bone.  No!  It was the professors that were quiet and who would suddenly penetrate every fiber in your body with a single stare.  Those were the ones to be scared of!  I grew up with a professor like that.  I would address this one as Professor Hanson when I passed her in the hallways at school, but then simply call her mom when we were at home.
Luckily she wasn’t my professor, and, well, the rest of the professors, they were all capable non barking teachers.  Only Professor Payne seemed to portray this strict military kind of teaching and each lesson with him left me sitting there wondering what would happen if his beloved ruler would magically disappear. Would he start crying?  Would he lose his ability to talk?  Would he have a major tantrum?  I had to find out!
He always had his ruler in his desk all locked up, but to pick locks was a trick my brother taught me at a very young age and it was a skill I put on standby because we both had very sore bottoms for some time after our mother discovered us inside a storage room that was supposed to be locked.
Picking Payne’s lock was definitely no problem at all.  I was very impressed by the way he had organized his drawer, and in the center of it all the ruler was placed.  It meant a lot to him no doubt about that.  I put it into my bag and left the classroom before the lesson would start.  I wouldn’t be the first to get there obviously, but I was there in time to see his facial expression when he opened the drawer and it was gone. This time he didn’t look like that barking dog at all, but more like a baby looking for his soother.  Everybody in the class felt this change in him but no one, well besides me, knew what was wrong.  He closed the drawer and rested both hands on his desk almost as if he had to hold on to the desk so he wouldn’t fall down.  He wasn’t looking at us, just looking down.
Mental note to self:  Caused inability to speak.
My classmates started to whisper and you could sense the disturbance growing.  Then he suddenly cleared his throat and said, “Im sorry.  I have to leave…….you…..yes….” and he took off.  We didn’t leave the classroom because we expected him to return.  I didn’t tell anyone about what I had done, because it didn’t matter.  It was simply a test to see how he would react when in this situation, and for me to take note of.  He didn’t return, so when the class ended we all left the classroom.  What I didn’t expect to meet further down the hallway was penetrating eyes looking at me.  Eyes I knew so well and that I could only look into if I knew I was completely unguilty.
“Amy, can I have a word with you?” I was desperately looking into my bag and replied, “Um, Professor Hanson, I have to attend a different class in a minute or so, can it wait??”  “No!” she took me by my arm and went towards the classroom we all just walked out of.
“Sit down Amy!”  She pointed at one of the chairs and went up to Professor Payne’s desk.  She opened the drawer closed it and looked back at me.  “Amy, do you know what is missing from this drawer?”
I wasn’t looking at her at all I was looking in her direction but not at her. The door to the classroom opened and Professor Payne came inside. “Professor” my mom spoke up “Please lock the door”.  My body froze.  I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe.  What was she up to?
“Professor Payne, you were telling me that you used to have a ruler inside this drawer?”  He passed me on his way to the desk, “Yes ma’am”.
Mental note: MA’AM…???  I really have to get him a bone or ball.
She didn’t even look at him as she passed him on her way over to me.  All her focus was on me, and I got smaller and smaller with every step she took towards me.  She didn’t say anything, she just reached out her hand with her palm facing up.  I was so far down on my chair that my head was the only part of my body still above desk level.  I found the ruler in my bag and handed it to her.  Her little frown didn’t exactly ease my anxiety at that moment, but she still didn’t say anything.  She just turned and went back to Professor Payne.
“Professor have you ever used this on a student?”  This conversation was interesting so I got back up on my chair and listened carefully. “Um, no Ma’am.”
Mental note:  Im sooooo good.  I knew he was a noisy dog with a bark but no bite!
“Well professor, she is all yours.”
What???
My mom moved away and sat down on one of the student chairs.  Both my eyes and his eyes followed her and I think we were both stumped.  He looked even more scared than I did.  “Amy, don’t be disrespectful! Stand up and let Professor Payne deal with you!”  I looked at her with big eyes and shook my head trying to tell her without words, “Mom, please, no.”  She just raised her eyebrows a bit and I knew there was absolutely no way around this situation.  I got up and started walking towards him.  He still looked rather scared, and when I finally stood right in front of him he just stared at me.  After a minute or so it seemed rather stupid, so I turned and looked at my mom and shrugged my shoulders.  She got up, so I immediately stepped aside so both Professor Payne and I were facing her.  She took the chair with her and placed it in front of him.
“Professor Payne I really don’t believe in empty threats.  Students like Amy will see through that and if you want to use threats you have to go through with it.  I am very disappointed in you.  You have absolutely no idea how to use this ruler or how it feels.  So, guess what…. I will show you”   With that she sat down on the chair and once again she just held out her hand.  When he reached to give her the ruler she just shook her head and grabbed his hand instead and pulled him over her knee.  I was so surprised to see how he totally obeyed.  He didn’t even try to get off of her lap!  I wanted to burst out laughing so bad, but all I could feel was the penetrating look again.  It was really weird to watch my mother spank a grown man, especially a man who claimed to be so tough and mean!  And now he was lying there on her lap wiggling.
After several minutes of spanking with her palm she commanded him to get up.  She showed him the ruler and said, “This is best used on the bare bottom, so pants down and hands on the desk!”  Again I looked at her with big eyes and said, “Umm…. Mom?  Maybe I should just leave now??” She looked very relaxed at me and said, “Well Amy, your mom isn’t here right now, but I bet she will deal with you later, when we are done here!”
At least she didn’t force me to look at his butt and I really didn’t want to!  Well I did look one time when she made him squeal, and I hope the image will be deleted from my memory at some point.
“Okay Professor.  Pull up those pants, sit down on the chair and show me what you’ve learned!”
Again I looked desperate at my mom, but there were no mercy at all.  He got dressed and sat down as told. He then looked at me and reached his hand towards me.  I got over his lap and waited.  One hit landed, then another and a third.  There was absolutely no rhythm or power behind it, and when my mom saw that I was looking at the clock she interrupted it.  She pulled me up, made a signal to him to get of the chair, and then sat down and put me over her lap. “Now look and decide, if this is what you really want to do with your students!”
She started her spanking with her typical pattern.  10 smacks over my skirt, then lifting it and continue with several smacks over my panties.  I wasn’t looking at any clocks now!  I could only focus on the merciless smacking and the pain from it.  I hated her palm, and she knew exactly how to spank me to get certain reactions out of me, but I guess she really did stick to the Professor part and not spanking me as my mom.  I could endure this far better.  Well just until she asked me to get up and place my hands on the desk.  She pulled my panties down and it was so embarrassing, but I forgot all about that when the ruler struck the first time.  This was my first meeting with a ruler and it wasn’t pleasant at all, especially when it was administered by someone like her.  I only received 10 with it but it was 10 strokes delivered with enough power to make me want to drop to my knees.
“Get dressed Amy”, she said as she turned to speak to the Professor.  “I find there are a lot of different ways to deal with students.  Corporal punishment is not something to play with.  We have a lot of colleagues who manage just fine without ever having to resort to that.  But here, you are using a simple tool as a warning, but don’t make a mockery out of it!”
She took the chair back to its place turned and looked at me and said, “Amy, if you ever pick a lock or steal in this school again, you will be at risk of being expelled.  This was a warning.  Now off you go!”
I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the classroom and straight home.  I didn’t really have any further classes to attend, it was just a little lie to avoid dealing with my mother in the hallway, or should I say Professor Hanson.
The next day I had a lot of trouble sitting comfortably in my chair during class after my mom chose to deal with me that evening at home again. I really hate her palm, but even more her brush.
Professor Payne had made a decision.  The ruler was not on his desk and not in his hand or anywhere to be seen ever again.

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It’s ALIVE!! DanaKaneSpanks.com Member Site Launch

 

 
I’m happy to announce that the
member’s site has officially launched!
 
As the title suggests, the new site contains all your favorite videos of me giving spankings, paddlings, canings, and scoldings
to deserving boys and girls, occasionally aided by an accomplice.
 
Members will receive unlimited access to all content, 
currently including over 130 F/F, F/M, and POV 
spanking videos on the site –
 
and I’ll be updating at least once weekly with an F/F or F/M spanking scene
– plus bonus POV’s, Product Testing videos, and other exclusive content.

 

Within the member’s area, you can search all of the scenes by keyword, 
such as : F/M, F/F, OTK, or Caning, or by performer, like: My Bottom’s Bottom, Angel, or Cheyenne Jewel – and new spanking friends are showing up all the time.
 
Inside the member’s area you’ll find my first ever publicly-shared spanking videos (originally released free on the internet), along with every other spanking film I’ve produced to date. And I’ll constantly be thinking of, filming, and sharing new fun spankings, punishments, and scoldings.
 As long as you keep watching, I’ll keep making them!
 
Visitors can enjoy regular new video updates including
preview photos and scene descriptions, 
as well as the ‘Meet the Models’ page, where more information on my amazing playmates can be found.
 
There’s also a DVD Store, for those of you who prefer your spanking
entertainment in hand rather than on the ‘net.
(Or maybe you’d like to buy a nice gift for your spanko partner or playmate.)
 
 
The site’s payment systems, for both the member’s area and the DVD Store,
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(After you’ve had a chance to take a look at the new website, I’d love your feedback. Please feel free to come back here and comment, critique, or suggest.    –  Dana)


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DanaKaneSpanks.com Sunday Update: 4/14

 

Live Session Video: 
Peeking, Lying, and Cursing!

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Angel’s Nightmare Weekend:

Part 3 of 4

Birched in Front of Tutor

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Part 4 of 4
The Nightmare
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Soft launch – DanaKaneSpanks.com member site is live now.

I’m happy to announce that the HEREmember site is up and running!

 


The site is in ‘soft launch’ currently, which basically means that I am still awaiting Visa merchant approval status. In the meantime, the site is open to Mastercard, Discover, etc., and I’ll be announcing the Grand Opening soon as I receive Visa approval.

Have a look at the site and tell me what you think?

–  Dana

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Another great School Daze entry : ‘Justice Seen to be Done’


‘Justice Seen to  be Done’ is a fun entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading of this poor boy’s very late comeuppance as much as I have.

–  Dana

 

Justice seen to be done
 
As he stood in room 2B Simon glanced over at the 2 women standing with him. Mrs Jackson although now in her sixties was still an impressive looking woman and Ms Castle was also a strong looking woman. Looking at the canes both women were holding he began to regret the impulse that had led him to write to his ex-headmistress. However the incident in his schooldays had haunted him, confession was supposed to be good for the soul and he probably deserved whatever punishment he received. He had been a bit of a tearaway in his youth and on that fateful day he had stolen Mrs Jackson’s purse from the drawer in this very room during the morning break. She had noticed the theft almost immediately and had been checking the pupils desks. Simon had panicked and had put the purse in the desk belonging to Susie Castle before she had taken her seat. Of course it had been found and Simon could still remember the look of panic and bewilderment on her face as Mrs Jackson had hauled her out of the room. He could also vividly remember her re-entering the room later with a tear stained face and how gingerly she had sat down. It was rumoured that she had received an incredible 12 strokes of the cane and some pupils insisted that they had been given on the bare. Poor Susie had had a terrible time at the school following the incident and later that year she had transferred to another school and Simon heard nothing more about her. Last month Simon had noticed an article in the local paper about Mrs Jackson’s forthcoming retirement following 40 years at the school and some impulse had made him write to her confessing his awful deed. He had been surprised to get a letter back inviting him to attend the school in the evening and stating that with his co-operation every thing would be made right. When he had arrived he had found Mrs Jackson and another woman waiting for him. The other woman turned out to be none other than Susie Castle who had eventually got over the traumatic events of 25 years ago and had gone on to qualify as a teacher and was now about to take over as head of Mrs Jackson’s school.
Mrs Jackson began to speak “25 years ago you committed a horrible offence which led to an innocent girl being punished and suffering terribly. When it happened my first thought was to expel her, had that happened who knows how different her life would have been. In the end though I decided that corporal punishment was a more suitable answer. Susie received 12 strokes on her bare bottom from me that afternoon. She also received a further punishment from her father when she got home, he gave her another 12 strokes with his cane”. ” It therefore seems only fair that you receive 24 strokes from Susie!”. Simon gasped, 24 strokes of the cane, how would he bear it? Then to his horror Mrs Jackson spoke again. “However since it has taken you 25 years to confess I intend to give you a further stroke for each year and as 49 strokes is such an odd number I suggest that Susie give you  an extra stroke to make it up to a nice round 50”. “Now I want you to drop your trousers and underpants and bend over the desk”. Slowly Simon dropped his trousers and reluctantly lowered his underpants and bent over the teachers desk.. “I suggest you grip the desk tightly because if you stand up or put your hands in the way you’ll get extras” said the headmistress.. Simon did as he had been told shivering all the while. Behind him he heard the swishing of two canes as the ladies practiced their strokes. “After you, Susie, and make them good ones” said Mrs Jackson. Immediately the first stroke zipped into his defenceless white buttocks. The pain was extraordinary, it felt as if a white hot wire had been whipped into his cheeks. Simon tried to catch his breath but had no chance before the second stroke crashed down. Simon was already gasping for air and he had only had two strokes, how on earth was he going to take another 48 like that? He had no chance to ponder on that thought though as stroke after stroke swung into his buttocks. He was moaning and wriggling even before 10 cuts and by 20 he was whining pitifully, The pain had increased stroke by stroke and he felt as though his bottom was on fire. Because Susie was left handed his left cheek was taking the brunt of the punishment. Surely he thought it must be bleeding, it felt like his cheek was being sliced in two with each stroke. Mercifully the 25th stroke bit into his buttocks and he heard Mrs Jackson say “okay you can stand up for a while but no rubbing”. Gingerly he rose to an upright position and unsuccessfully tried to assess the damage. To his horror both ladies bent down and peered at his welted cheeks. “Good job Susie ” said the head “although it does seem to have made a mess of that one cheek, I bet he’s grateful that I’m right handed so we can even things out” With that he was ordered to bend over once again. To his horror it soon became apparent that Mrs Jackson had an even stronger arm than Ms Castle. By the 10th stroke he was begging pitifully for the punishment to stop and by the 25th he was crying and sobbing like a baby. “Stand up” said Mrs Jackson ” well I can’t say that you took that very well but you did take it”  Simon was still sobbing gently and his buttocks felt as if he had sat on a hotplate. ” Thank you” he said to both women “right” said Mrs Jackson “you remember where the toilets are, don’t you?” . Simon nodded, “I suggest to go there now and get yourself tidied up and go home”. ” You did the right thing contacting me and once your bottom recovers I’m sure you will feel better for having got that of your conscience”. Still sniffling Simon pulled up his underwear and trousers and made his way to the toilets. As he left he heard a stifled giggle and he realised how pathetic he must have looked and sounded.
 
Mrs Jackson and Susie waited until he had left the room and then collapsed in fits of laughter. “Wow that was fun” said Susie “Wasn’t it just” said Mrs Jackson “he’s going to feel that for a while”. “And to think that on that day the only punishment I was allowed to give you was 500 lines”. I don’t know how the rumour that you had been caned started, after all corporal punishment had been banned in state schools for years by then”.  “Well I think he got off lightly” said Susie “we only gave him fifty lines”. And with that both women once again fell about laughing.
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‘Needing a Little Help’ : Really excellent F/F spanking fiction


Spanking story fans,

Here is an especially realistic entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. Honest, sweet, and emotional, Lily is a very believable character. Enjoy:

 

Needing A Little Help
 
 
Dr. Green was gathering together her lecture notes, preparing to leave the now empty room and hurry to her office. The two hour lecture she had just given for her abnormal psychology class had been rather intense, and she was looking forward to having a few moments of peace before having to give another lecture, then, going home and grading the assignment her students had just turned in.
“Hello,” a polite voice called out from behind Dr. Green.
Dr. Green turned to see Dr. Jackson entering the room, waving as she approached.
Dr. Jackson taught a class on sociological theory in the same room directly after Dr. Green’s abnormal psychology class. She had been at the university longer than Dr. Green, and had developed a reputation over the years for being difficult and intimidating, though most of that reputation could be attributed to the claims of poor students and not her actual style of teaching. Occasionally, both professors would run into each other between classes and exchange thoughts and observations about how their students were doing during a given semester.
“Hey,” Dr. Green replied, cheerfully. “Just let me grab my things and the room is all yours. I am ready to sit down and catch my breath before my next class anyway.”
“I’m guessing the subject of your lesson was a trying one,” Dr. Jackson stated, smiling politely.
“Talking about any mental illness is trying to some degree, because half of the students hear about a new mental illness and become convinced that they have it before they listen to the whole lesson. I usually spend several minutes every week trying to convince somebody that they are most likely not suffering from some type of psychotic break.”
 “I have often been told that psychology students are prone to doing that,” Dr. Jackson laughed, watching as Dr. Green searched through the papers she was gathering, seeming to be growing frantic.
“Is everything okay,” she asked the other woman. “You look a bit preoccupied with those papers.”
Dr. Green shook her head. “I seem to be missing a paper. This writing assignment counts for 20% of the course grade, and I would hate to think that I have lost one before I have even left the classroom.”
“By any chance, do you seem to be missing Lily’s assignment?”  Dr. Jackson asked, already fairly certain of the answer to her question.
“Yes,” Dr. Green replied with a surprised look on her face. “But, why would you guess that it was hers specifically?”
“Lily is in one of my classes too,” Dr. Jackson answered, and she has not been as active in class discussions lately, and she did not do as well on the last quiz I gave. I am a little concerned about her.
Both women spent a few minutes discussing Lily. The agreed that the 20 year old psychology major was usually very alert, and had previously been very active in their classes. All of her work had been satisfactory until the last two weeks, and she had always appeared to enjoy her classes.
“I have seen students do this before,” Dr. Jackson commented. “Living away from her parents, having to be responsible herself, and keeping up with a large course load might be overwhelming her. She just needs some help getting back on the right track.”
“How do you suggest that we do that?” Dr. Green asked, curiously.
“Well, since you have her in class three nights a week and I only see her one night a week, you will see her before I do. Since it is a paper for your class she has neglected, I think maybe, you should be the one to approach her about lack of self-discipline,” Dr. Jackson said.
Dr. Green frowned a bit, then, nodded. “Alright,” she agreed. “How do you recommend that I address this issue?”
“If she is unwilling to take responsibility for her own behavior, maybe, you should provide her with the discipline she needs,” Dr. Jackson informed her. “I have every confidence that you can figure out what needs to be done.”
…………………….
Later, that evening, as she sat in her bed, Dr. Green thought about how she was going to handle her problem student. Was Dr. Jackson serious about her disciplining Lily herself? What kind of discipline? Would Lily be open to receiving her help? She went over all of these questions again and again as she drifted off to sleep.
…………………………..
Two days later, after Dr. Green finished her lecture, the students began gathering their things and heading to their next classes. “Lily,” she called out to the young woman sitting in the front row, “would you wait a moment, please. I would like to talk with you.”
The young woman quietly sat back down as they waited for the other students to go, leaving them alone in the empty classroom.
Dr. Green took an empty chair and pulled it so that she could sit in front of Lily while they talked.
“Do you have any idea why I want to speak with you?” she asked.
Lily shook her head and remained silent.
“Lily, I am very concerned about you,” she began, noticing that the young woman was now looking at the floor instead of at her.
Gently, she reached out and put a hand under Lily’s chin, lifting her head until she was looking into her eyes.
“You have been a very good student, and it isn’t like you to not participate in class and start ignoring assignments. Is there anything I should know about?”
Suddenly, tears were sliding down Lily’s cheeks, and she was trying desperately to look away from Dr. Green.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Dr. Green asked, putting a gentle hand on Lily’s shoulder. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” Lily said quietly through her tears. “I got so busy trying to keep up with my work for other classes, and I get so tired sometimes, and I wrote the paper one time, but it wasn’t very good. By the time I started to rewrite it, there wasn’t enough time to finish.”
“Why didn’t you come to me for help,” Dr. Green asked, beginning to suspect that there was something to Dr. Jackson’s theory about this whole situation.
“I was afraid that I would bother you,” Lily confessed, seeming very shy now. “And, I really should be able to take care of things for myself. I honestly thought I would get the paper done on time.”
Dr. Green nodded. “And what is the reason you have stopped talking and being as active in your classes?”
“I worry that maybe, I don’t understand the reading and the subjects as well as I thought I did, and it is easier not to say anything than to say something that sounds completely stupid,” Lily informed her professor.
“Sweetie, you never sounded stupid,” Dr. Green said, shocked that the thought had ever crossed Lily’s mind. “I always thought you had some very interesting points to make in class. And I am pretty sure you paper would have been interesting too. Besides, anything would have been better than handing in nothing.”
“I realize that, Ma’am,” Lily, replied, looking somewhat embarrassed by her own admission.
“You’ve been feeling out of control a lot lately, haven’t you, sweetie?” Dr. Green asked, wiping one of the girl’s tears with her thumb.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Lily said softly. “I feel more and more pressure trying to keep up with all of my classes and other responsibilities, and it feels like it has gotten too hard.”

“Do you ever ask for help when you feel like this?” Dr. Green asked, already knowing that the girl was going to say no.
Lily shook her head. “My family doesn’t live that close, and I have been so busy, I haven’t really gotten to know anybody here at school.”
“Well, I am going to start helping you now,” Dr. Green told the young woman, “I am worried about you, and I believe Dr. Jackson is too. I know you have been having some trouble in her class too.” 
“How are you going to help me?” Lily asked, looking slightly confused.
Dr. Green leaned towards Lily’s chair and pulled the young woman into a hug. “I am going to be paying more attention to how you are doing in class for a start,” I explain. “I will expect you to come and talk with me if you need help with your work, or if anything else is bothering you. If you don’t have anyone else who you feel like you can go to, I want to be that person for you, alright, sweetie?”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Lily said.
“There is one more thing we need to deal with,” Dr. Green stated, leaning back from Lily so that their eyes met again.
Lily simply nodded.
“Your behavior recently has been completely unacceptable, and you are very lucky that we had this talk before you managed to cause yourself more trouble than a late assignment, young lady,” I begin lecturing her a bit more sternly. “Letting stress build up can be very unhealthy, and you certainly didn’t handle it the right way. Because you have not taken care of yourself or shown any self-discipline, I think you need me to provide you with consequences for those actions.”
“What do you mean?” Lily asked, nervously.
“I mean, I am going to turn you over my knee and give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom, young lady,” I tell her. “And for the rest of the semester, any failure to behave properly and take care of yourself will result in a spanking from me. Do you understand?”
Lily’s tears began again, but to Dr. Green’s surprise, she nodded in agreement.
“Alright, sweetie,” she instructed, directing the young woman to stand up in front of her as she lowered the girl’s jean’s, then, slid her panties down to her knees, “I want you to lay over my lap now.”
……………………………..
The next week, Dr. Jackson arrived in the classroom to find her students seated and waiting for her to begin speaking. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning when she saw Lily in the front row, occasionally squirming in her seat.

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A minority within a minority…within a (you get the idea)


Readers,

What does it mean when we say that we have something ‘in common’? For example: spanking.
Many of us have spanking in common, right?
But how many of our preferences are the same? Maybe you prefer to be spanked, while I prefer giving spankings. Perhaps you have a preference for leather implements while the next person has a preference for wood.
So you and I both enjoy roleplay, let’s say. We have that in common. But you enjoy strict, domineering characters while I tend to prefer a firm yet loving demeanor.
Many who enjoy spanking play consider it an outright sexual turn-on, while just as many others (I believe) are not interested in incorporating sexual aspects into spanking.

A specific example: I love giving ‘good girl’ spankings. I also enjoy spanking just for the sake of spanking. My girl Angel, however, doesn’t quite compute the good girl spanking – her preference is for maintenance or disciplinary-type spankings. While we do, indeed, find many places to come together – as Angel receives a LOT of spankings – our specific tastes do not necessarily align in every area. 

The point is that they don’t have to. My specific interests in the intricacies of the fetish do not have to be yours, and vice-versa (viva la difference and all that, doncha know?). There will still likely be many things on which we do agree, and we can chalk up those instances where we don’t to personal tastes. Whether within personal relationships or the broader spanking enthusiast community (as it were), a little open-mindedness goes a very, very long way.

I will not go so far as to suggest a group hug, but will say that I am always inspired when I see spankos coming together and sharing ideas with an open mind, for the common good of the community.

–  Dana

PS. Speaking of ‘common good’ – the Boardwalk Badness Weekend party is quickly approaching, and I am about as ready as a first-timer can be! I’ll be seeing lots of friends and meeting even more online ‘friends’ for the first time, as well as participating in a couple of fun activities. It’s going to be a WHOLE lot of excitement and I’ll be sure to share some of the details after.

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‘The Petulant Professor’ : Fun School Daze spanking story

‘The Petulant Professor’ is a fun fictional spanking romp through yet another institution of learning, in this entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. You’ll love it!

–  Dana

The Petulant Professor


My name is Joan Galt and I am a 46 year old professor of economics at the University of Colorado.  I am only 5′ tall and weigh 95lbs.  For the past three years I have been researching how the failed Keynesian economic policies of Franklin Roosevelt prolonged the depression of the1930’s, caused a depression within the depression in 1937, and turned the depression into The Great Depression.  One of my rivals in the economics department is Professor Joseph Kline.  Everyone in the economics department know that Professor Kline and I have a strong dislike for each other.  He is a small man, and behaves like a petulant child.  He is known for his rude remarks to others and his personal hubris is discussing.  

My three years of research on F.D.R.’s failed economic policies were stolen from the desk in my office that adjoins my classroom.  I was ready for publication and the loss was devastating.  I suspected the little weasel Professor Kline who is on the opposite end of the political spectrum and professed Keynesian stimulation of the economy.  

When I shared my dilemma with Carolyn, a friend of mine, she recommended her attorney, Alexis Reed.  Alexis graduated from our university’s law school with honors.  She is 30 years old and over 6′ tall.  She has the shapely well toned muscular body of an athlete that men ogle and she can be ruthless in court.  Alexis’ firm contracted with a detective agency that specialized in surveillance cameras.  Video cameras set off by motion detectors were installed in my office and classroom and information was leaked to the economics department that copies of my research was saved on my personal computer locked in my classroom desk.  The trap was set!  

Less than one week later while reviewing tapes Professor Kline was observed entering my empty classroom with a master key, breaking into my desk, and stealing my personal computer.  The information on the tapes not only could convict the little weasel of felony theft; but, the information could lead to his dismissal from the university.  

I met with Alexis in her office where she played the evidence on the tapes for me and we discussed the options available to me.  My first priority was my research.  Second to that I wanted to see the petulant professor punished.  I suspected that he wouldn’t do any jail time for the theft of my computer; but, it was likely that he would loose his position at the university.  Alexis had another alternative.  If my computer and research was returned and he submitted to going over my knee for a severe no nonsense paddling we wouldn’t pursue other charges.  I explained to Alexis that I couldn’t stand his hubris and petulance at our monthly departmental meetings but that even though he is a small man I doubted that I would be capable of administering the paddling he deserved.  Alexis told me that she was an expert spanker and proposed that she would be capable of administering the severe paddling that he deserved.  

I agreed with Alexis.  Professor Kline was summoned to my classroom.  When Alexis arrived with her briefcase in hand she looked stunning.  Her blond hair was tied in a bun, she wore a knee length tight black pencil skirt, black stockings, heels, a thick black leather belt around her narrow waist, a thin white silk blouse, and a suit jacket.  

The petulant professor was confronted with our evidence and agreed to our terms:  1.  he would return to my classroom with my research and personal computer  2.  Alexis would administer a no nonsense severe paddling immediately after he accepted our terms   3.  next week one hour before our departmental meeting he would report to my office where Alexis would administer a second paddling 4.  one month later he will again report to my office for a third paddling from Alexis one hour before our next departmental meeting  5.  in return we will not pursue the matter in the criminal or civil justice system.  Professor Kline agreed.  

Alexis removed her suit jacket and you could see the outline of her lacy bra through her thin white silk blouse.  She put a straight backed chair in front of my classroom desk and pulled a spencer style paddle,” Dana’s Inferno”, from her briefcase.  It was about 17″ long, 3″wide, and about 1/2″ thick with holes drilled in the business end.  She reminded Professor Kline that this would be the first of three paddlings he would receive from her and the next two would be minutes before his next two departmental meetings.  

Alexis ordered him to her right side and instructed him to lower his pants and briefs to his knees.  She draped him over her shapely lap where her strong muscular arms pinned him helplessly over her lap.  Alexis administered a severe no nonsense paddling to the helpless petulant man as he kicked, cried, begged, squirmed, and begged for her to stop.  I was thrilled as I watched his naked bottom turn pink, red, and bright crimson as Alexis paddled his bottom from the top of his knees to the top of his bottom.  When finally released he hopped, danced, and ran around my classroom.  His face was red and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying.  Alexis was truly an expert spanker!  I enjoyed a sense of power watching this little weasel kick and squirm as Alexis administered his spanking.  Alexis certainly enjoyed reducing Professor Kline to a crying brat dancing around my classroom holding his scarlet bottom.  I felt satisfaction knowing that whenever I looked in his eyes he would have to look away!

One week later about one hour before our departmental meeting Professor Kline reported to my office.  The little weasel meekly looked down every time I made eye contact.  Alexis arrived with her blond hair tied up wearing a tight short brown pencil skirt, beige stockings, heels,  a thick brown leather belt, a red silk blouse, and a suit jacket.  Alexis put a straight backed chair in the center of my office, removed the wicked looking “Dana’s Inferno” from her briefcase, and smoothed her skirt as she sit in the chair with the paddle on her lap.  She ordered the professor to her right side where she lowered his pants and briefs to his knees before she turned him over her nylon clad knees for the spanking of his life.  Alexis spanked up one side of his bottom and down the other followed by a series of spanks up and down the middle of his bottom finally settling on another series of spanks where his bottom met his legs.  With each of the over 50 spanks administered her muscular arm raised the paddle high above her head before she brought it down with a snap of her wrist.  The weasel kicked and screamed; but, no one was in the building except us!  Her strong muscular body rendered the little professor helpless as he struggled in vain to get off of her lap.  His bottom was one big welt when she finally released him to do his spanking dance around my office.  Both Alexis and I laughed at the spectacle.  

At our departmental meeting Professor Kline continued to squirm uncomfortable in his chair and explained his red puffy teary blood shot eyes as allergies.  Whenever I tried to make eye contact he would submissively look down.  The outcome of the theft from my empty classroom and the stress it caused me was worth  the satisfaction I have received watching the little professor’s attitude become adjusted.  He no longer demagogues the issues, and his hubris was gone when dealing with me because I have seen him crying, begging, kicking,  squirming like the petulant little professor he is.   And he has one more appointment with Alexis and me!

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Final Chapter from the School Daze winner: ‘Missing: An Appropriate Skirt’

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed all four excellent chapters from our winning writer in the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. (Now get ready for your ‘prize’!) Here’s number four:

 

Missing:  An Appropriate Skirt


The new junior professor was brilliant and talented.  But every bit of her promise was matched by inappropriate behavior.  John Lewis tipped back in his chair, hands laced behind his head.  This girl was bratting him in hopes of being spanked!  That would not do. 



He leaned forward and dialed the phone.  “Mrs. Thomas? … Yes, John Lewis here…”  He hung up the phone and smiled.  This girl would not be bratting for a spanking after Mrs. Thomas finished with her. 



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As she neared the end of the long corridor, the slim dark-haired woman did a double take as she recognized a familiar face.  Still, she greeted the woman cordially.  “Good afternoon, Mrs. Thomas.” 



The older woman grunted her response, “Good day, missy.”  She was possessed of a mind with a solitary purpose:  administering a hard spanking to a deserving young woman.  Still, as she passed the more attractive woman, she turned hopefully to size up the woman walking away.  The woman was conservatively dressed in a dark skirt and jacket.  Her skirt was neither too tight nor short. Pity that, thought Mrs. Thomas.



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 The two women disciplinarians were a study in contrasts.  Rebecca’s disciplinarian was slender and attractive, cool and professional, well-dressed and elegant, firm but caring.  Mrs. Thomas, on the other hand, was her complete opposite.  Although her role was that of a disciplinarian, her path to discipline was markedly different from the attractive raven-haired woman and her appearance spoke volumes about her philosophies.  She was a large and unattractive woman, her manner of dress was shapeless and dated, and she was as hard and harsh as she looked.  She was an unforgiving and strict disciplinarian, and she firmly practiced “Spare the rod, spoil the adult”. She had been raised in a private girls’ school where old style discipline was practiced religiously, and she carried on those traditions with the conflicted and humorless approach of those who had taught her.  Mrs. Thomas only took on young ladies for her ministrations. 



Professor Duncan knocked loudly on the door of the office.  “Hello‼” she called out in a loud voice that demanded attention, and she pushed open the door.  Mrs. Thomas did not like loud noises nor did she like pushy young women.  This woman irritated her, sight unseen.



Amy Duncan was a petite red-head with wide green eyes.  She was a natural beauty and her feminine form was well toned and equally attractive.  Unmoved by her beauty, Mrs. Thomas sized her up and came to a quick judgment:  short skirt, loose woman. Mrs. Thomas was certain that short skirts were The Devil’s path to immoral behavior and her favorite thing to do was punish women who wore immodest skirts.  The length of Amy Duncan’s skirt was inappropriate for a professor.  Or any woman of good moral character, thought Mrs. Thomas.  



This woman was missing a modest skirt and Mrs. Thomas would set that to right in short order. 



Mrs. Thomas regarded the attractive woman with beady eyes.  She wasted no time in getting to the seat of the matter.  “Good day, Miss Duncan.  That skirt is much too short, don’t you think?”



Amy Duncan recoiled in surprise.  Amy Duncan immediately challenged her back with unconcealed sarcasm.  “Noooooooo,” she simpered, “I do NOT think it is ‘much too short,'” she ended in a lightly mocking tone and she rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her narrow hips.   Who was this bitter crone, anyhow, she thought, a wave of annoyance passing across her face that did not go unnoticed by the woman watching her.    



Mrs. Thomas stepped out from behind the large desk and made a beeline, straight to the young woman.  She laced her fingers through Amy’s red hair, and half dragged, half pushed the surprised woman towards the desk.  “Have you lost all sense of decorum, Ms. Duncan?  Or perhaps you were not instructed as to what you should expect from this meeting,” she seethed.  “I am Mrs. Thomas, and I am your disciplinarian.  You have been assigned to me for attention.  That smart talk of yours ends.  NOW.” 



Her hand still meshed in a tangle of red hair, Mrs. Thomas toppled the young professor forward over the desk, pinning her down with a hand to the small of her back.  Amy Duncan gasped in outrage:  she did not yet realize the peril she faced.



“You are missing a skirt of inappropriate length for your professional assignment.  The one you are wearing is entirely too short, young lady.  Very immodest, indeed, and a poor example for the students.  It distracts the men around you, as well.  You will find an appropriate length skirt when I am done with you, to be sure.” 



Indeed, the skirt was very immodest, Mrs. Thomas noticed with a bit of triumphant satisfaction as she stared at the woman bent forward over the desk.   Amy’s pink lace-edged panties were peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt.  The pretty panties did not fully cover her lower cheeks, which peeked out appealingly.  Mrs. Thomas had ways of dealing with short hems and she was starting to like Amy for all the wrong reasons.



“You can’t do this to me!  I am a professor at this school, who do you think you are?  This is an outrage!  I will not tolerate this one minute more!”  Amy hollered.



Mrs. Thomas released her hold on the woman; Amy knew it would be trouble to rise.  “Is that so, Ms. Duncan?”  Mrs. Thomas produced Amy’s discipline notice.  She read it aloud, then pushed it under Amy’s face.  “Discipline or termination, Ms. Duncan.”  A sigh escaped Amy as she signed the paper unhappily, still splayed awkwardly over the desk.



Mrs. Thomas snatched the signed notice away.  A spanking it would be. 



She stepped behind the young woman, admiring the tiny tight bottom before her.  Pacing slowly back and forth, behind the girl, she addressed her coldly.  “In my day, a lady wore her skirt past her knees, Ms. Duncan, a proper length for a lady.  Bent over, a lady’s skirt would keep her modestly protected, showing no more thigh than…” she stopped behind the hapless Amy, and drew a line a hands-breadth above her knee with a finger, “THIS.” 



She resumed her pacing and lecturing. “You, on the other hand… you are not covered properly.  You are attracting all the wrong kind of attention and I aim to correct that.” For one thing, Amy’s short skirt was attracting the attention of Mrs. Thomas and her paddle.  She picked up a thin paddle from the bookshelf and approached the girl. The paddle was deceptive:  it was a small and light child’s game paddle, and it looked easy to bear but nothing could be further from the truth when held within the strict clutch of this spanker.



“Together, we are going to make note of the proper skirt length.   Anything that should be covered but is not?  I am going to spank it with this little paddle, just like this.” She tapped the paddle rapidly against her palm.



She smoothed her palm along Amy’s thighs…”Here.  These thighs should be covered, from here to here…” Her hand painted the backs of Amy’s exposed thighs, then stopped at the little bubbles of butt bursting out from under her panties.  She patted the exposed bottom cheeks, just a little too long. “…and these naughty little cheeks will get a good spanking, too…  So you will never, ever, forget to keep them covered.” 



Amy’s heart flipped over in her chest.  This spanking sounded painful, unlike the naughty ones her boyfriend gave, or loving ones, like the ones she had received back home.  She thought briefly about Dr. Lewis, and fervently wished that he was the person about to spank her bottom. Dr. Lewis was stern and imposing, but he had a kindness about him.



“Then, I am going to flip up your skirt and paddle you on the seat of your panties.  When I get done, you will find appropriate skirts in the future.”  Mrs. Thomas announced.  She stepped up to Amy, pulling her tightly across her powerful thigh, pinning the young professor’s inner arm against her bulk, then wrapped her arm around the girl, trapping her outside wrist in the process. “For your own protection, my dear.  I’d hate to paddle those pretty little fingers.  That might hurt.”



Amy squirmed uncomfortably.  She liked spankings for sure, and she had, indeed, been craving one…. up till now.  This did not sound like fun at all, it scared her.  She had never been paddled before.  That certainly wasn’t anything she had considered as a possibility when she signed the damning slip of white paper.  The color drained from her face.   She was trapped against this hard woman’s muscular leg and held firmly in place.  She twisted a bit, trying to see if there was any give to the woman’s hold on her.   There was none.  The woman noticed her actions, and in response, pulled Amy up even tighter, then slid her other leg across the much smaller woman’s ankles.  “You won’t be going anywhere for some time, dear,” she adjusted the paddle in her hand, “because I am going to devil your behind.”



With no further words or even a warning tap, Mrs. Thomas began spanking the redhead.  She focused her attention only on Amy’s right thigh, and she spanked fast using short, light strokes. The strokes were light but the pace was immediately intolerable to the girl.  The spanker did not let up.  Up and down the rapidly reddening thigh, she slapped the paddle again and again on the writhing girl until her thigh was thoroughly painted red.  She moved up to the edge of pink lace and the bubble peeking out.  “This naughty bottom will be properly covered next time I see you, Ms. Duncan,” she announced.  The miserable red head did not hear over the sound of her own shrieking. 



When Mrs. Thomas paused, the bottom of Amy’s butt was puffy and swollen and her thigh was scarlet.  But only the right.  Mrs. Thomas set herself to rectifying that, spanking the agonized young professor anew, doing the same to the left as she’d done to the right.  She briskly slapped away, keeping her pace of rapid, stinging strokes.  Amy had cried immediately, her crying broken only by shrieking or screeching.  Amy bucked violently in futility; the woman held her securely and there was no deterring her.  Broken, Amy finally gave up her fight as the bottom of her bottom was spanked again and again.



Once the left side was evenly paired with its flaming red counterpart, Mrs. Thomas stopped swinging but she did not release the exhausted crying woman.  Amy tried but failed to catch her breath between noisy sobs as the woman resumed speaking.



“This naughty bottom will be properly covered next time I see you, Ms. Duncan, are we clear?  You will find an appropriate skirt, yes?” 



Amy sobbed out a loud “Yes!” her voice catching, hoping for some mercy and an end to her hellish workout.  “Please, oh, please, oh please, oh please, Mrs. Thomas, I have learned my lesson, please stop oh stop oh stop spanking me…I promise…I promise…” She dissolved in tears and gibberish as fire coursed through her backside.  The bottom of her bottom had taken the worst of the spanking, and Amy felt sure it was raw.  Her arms held fast, she could only dream of putting her hands back to smother the fire behind her.



Just wait until I raise that skirt, thought Mrs. Thomas, then she will truly know God.  Mrs. Thomas flipped the paddle backwards in her hand. She poked a coarse finger beneath the elastic of the pretty pink panties, pinched it with her thumb, pulled it out and down, then let it snap back into place.  Amy winced and gasped as the elastic bit into her puffy bottom.  Such pretty panties, thought the spanker.  She snapped the elastic on the other side, and Amy winced again, sobbing.  The older woman flipped the short skirt up. The filmy panties were practically transparent, and she could see the cleft separating Amy’s buttocks quite clearly.  Those nearly naked buns were dressed for a spanking, Mrs. Thomas thought.   She smiled, relishing the sight, knowing the panties would provide no protection at all from the paddling the milky white bottom was about to get. 



Mrs. Thomas loved the site of a tender swollen bottom, and she enjoyed seeing women buck and cry and burn beneath her hand. The red head’s fair spanked skin colored up into a fierce deep red, and Mrs. Thomas was pleased at the prospect of broiling the white canvas before her.  She admired the curves.  They were indeed, naughty, and put there by the Devil himself, she thought. 



“Ms. Duncan, I told you I was going to paddle your panties, and I am determined to blister that wanton little bottom of yours. That short skirt, and these slutty panties?  We cannot have a teacher on this campus, dressed like a slut.  Your trashy, trampy behavior ends today.  I will teach you some modesty if it takes me all day,” the hard woman lectured.



Amy blushed deeply.  Her skirt was cute, she thought, ok, maybe too short for school.  She could see that point now: her wardrobe WAS missing skirts of appropriate length.  But calling her a slut?  Amy Duncan was still a virgin.  Humiliation washed over her in waves and she cried harder.



Humiliation was about to be the least of her concerns.  Mrs. Thomas was a spanking machine and she liked spanking her girls soundly until they couldn’t sit comfortably.  “We are just getting started, my dear. I mean to drive The Devil out of you with a fire to match his own.”  Mrs. Thomas sat on the desk and pulled the girl onto her leg and pinned her securely.  With the same lightning fast stroke she’d used before, she set to work torching the petite, panty clad bottom.  



This spanking hurt unbearably. 



Still, Amy Duncan would not be bruised up in any way that would prevent her from getting spanked again, exactly the same way, next Thursday. 



Or any day before then, should she dare show up to work sans an appropriate skirt again.



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Amy Duncan sat on the hard student chair, bawling openly.  Completely broken down, she was way past the point of glowering at the woman who had just punished her.  She could only sit there, on her well roasted rump, and cry.  To complete her humiliation, Mrs. Thomas had lowered the pink panties then rapidly paddled the small sit spot, over and over again.  That had been the worst of all.  Amy had screeched and howled and struggled mightily but she was held fast by the powerful woman.  The searing fire in Amy’s backside made it clear that Mrs. Thomas especially liked spanking girls where it hurt most:  where the buttocks met thighs and that little spot in the center.  



After the fiery spanking, Amy’d been put in a corner to stand, skirt up, panties down, with her scorched bare bottom on display for several long minutes.   As much as she wanted to rub the sting away, Amy didn’t dare.  Amy was sure this harsh woman had eyes in the back of her head, and she had threatened to start the spanking all over again if Amy so much as touched herself once.  Amy was sure she meant it.  She had not taken the first spanking well at all, and did not want another.



Amy’s whole rear was blazing red, and the impressive swelling at the bottom of her cheeks made lowering herself onto the chair an ordeal.  She settled gingerly onto the wooden seat with her skirt still up and her panties still down, facing the timer which worked its way, slowly, down.  



Amy Duncan did not think she liked spankings any more.



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The bell rang loudly, jangling Amy’s fractured nerves.  Her ordeal in the chair was nearing an end.



“Professor Duncan.  You will find skirts of appropriate length to wear, immediately,” Mrs. Thomas intoned as she held up an ugly dark skirt.  It was a baggy sack of heavy material, and it was long enough to cover part of Professor Duncan’s calves and wide enough to fit two of the petite professor.    “I will be back to check your skirt length daily, young lady, and when I bend you over, I expect to see you covered… from where?” she asked the sobbing woman.



With a shaking finger, Amy Duncan drew a line across the back of her thigh, a hands breadth above the knee.



Satisfied, the woman grunted and roughly thrust the ugly garment into the punished professor’s sack.  “We’ll see whether you learned your lesson tomorrow.  You will report here, to me, at 4:00 pm precisely.  Those thighs had better be covered or you can expect another spanking, exactly like the one you just got.  For now, you can walk around with that bright red bottom on display in case anyone else has any foolish ideas about how a woman should dress.  You are dismissed.”



With a grim smile, Mrs. Thomas realized the girl would have to walk past the department chairman’s office.  He would appreciate knowing that the little professor would no longer be distracting him with her hussy behavior.  She picked up the phone.



The professor was still crying as she stumbled out of the door, her skirt still half up.  Tears blinded her as she snuffled and shuffled down the hall.  Her walk was stiff and anybody who saw her would know exactly why, especially the teaching staff.  And especially Dr. Lewis.



Amy Duncan rubbed her bottom as she hobbled along, desperately trying, but failing, to erase the burn.  She was oblivious and well past caring what anyone thought.   All she could think about was her flaming red backside. 



College was a lot harder when you were the teacher, she thought.

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School Daze winning story part 3 : ‘Finality?’

Our considerate winner of the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest knows how much we love to read spanking stories, so we’re lucky enough to have this one in four parts! Here’s part three:


Finality?
The new junior professor was brilliant and talented and sweet.  But every bit of her promise was doubly matched and dulled with inappropriate and disrespectful behaviors that John Lewis was of no mood to tolerate.  She was a curious mix of innocence, charm, edginess, and bad behavior.  He sat tipped back in his oversized leather desk chair, his hands laced behind his head and sighed.  Why this woman had gone into education was a mystery… or was it?  She had either been raised with no discipline whatsoever… or perhaps she had received too heavy a hand in her younger years.  As John Lewis considered this, he suddenly realized what was really going on with this girl:  regardless of why, what she was doing was clear.  Professor Amy Duncan was bratting him in hopes of being spanked!
That would not do. 
He leaned forward and dialed the phone.  “Mrs. Thomas? … Yes, John Lewis here… I have a bit of a tough case that needs to be nipped in the bud right away… yes, of course… If you can attend Thursday at 4:00 pm, that would be wonderful…”  He hung up the phone and smiled.  This girl would never again brat for a spanking after Mrs. Thomas finished with her, that was for damn certain. 
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As she neared the end of the long corridor, the slim dark-haired woman did a double take.  Was that Mrs. Thomas?  Indeed.  Some poor gal would be catching hell today.  The look of surprise vanished and she greeted the woman cordially.  “Good afternoon, Mrs. Thomas.” 
The older woman was permanently grouchy, and simply harumped. “Good day, missy.”  She was a dour, severe looking woman, of rather large proportions and immense physical strength.  Mrs. Thomas did not have time for civilities:  she was a mind of one purpose right now.  Still, as she passed the woman, she turned and looked at the woman walking away from her.  The woman was professionally dressed in a dark skirt and jacket.  It was an attractive outfit, and from behind, her skirt was neither too tight nor short.  Pity that, thought Mrs. Thomas.
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It was 3:55, Thursday.  Rebecca entered the room as always and greeted her disciplinarian with a happy smile, and the woman returned the greeting with warmth and genuine regard.  Every week, she was spanked and punished as needed.  This week would be no different. 
The woman came from around the desk and sat on the armless chair.  Rebecca promptly laid herself across the woman’s lap, needing no bidding.  Rebecca knew her place, and it was across these knees.  Her submission and obedience to this woman was complete.  Rebecca felt her skirt raised, her panties lowered.  A wave of acceptance washed over her.  This felt so right, she thought.
The woman gently patted her bottom with an open hand, “Today is a very special day, Rebecca, you are in for a surprise,” teased the woman, almost mischievously.  She did not elaborate and Rebecca did not ask.  She would be told when the time was right. 
For now, the hand upon her bottom told her it was time for a maintenance spanking.
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The maintenance spanking over, Rebecca had positioned herself across the bench for her weekly accounting.   Walking to the bench had not been an uncomfortable proposition.  She had spent a fair amount of time over that lap today but it had not been a painful spanking at all, Rebecca thought.  She thought some more about the warm glow of her bottom.   Firm and thorough, but not hurtful, the woman had given her a lively spanking with only her open palm.  It had been a good while since Rebecca’s maintenance spanking had included the dreaded ruler or paddle.  The implements were added when she needed to learn a lesson, and Rebecca did not need hard lessons these days.  She received only a hand spanking when she was compliant and obedient. 
The accounting today was likely to be similarly mild.  Rebecca had a clean slate this week, and she would probably only take a short paddling, caning or strapping to keep her honest.  She was happy as she laid there, anticipating her discipline.  Rebecca wondered whether she was a little odd in looking forward to it but then she thought about why she was getting such mild discipline, and the thought left her mind.   A quick study, Rebecca did not need to be punished much and it had been a long time since she received a serious hard punishment.
“I was hand spanked today because I am so good,” glowed Rebecca.  She always did enjoy being the good girl.  With pride, she squared herself and pushed her pert pink bottom up and out.
The woman approached, empty handed. 
“Rebecca, I cannot seem to find my cane.  It seems to have gone missing, would you happen to know anything about that?”  she interrupted Rebecca’s reverie.
The happy pride slipped quickly away from Rebecca.  Missing?  The cane?  Rebecca instinctively knew that hiding implements was not wise, and would carry severe consequences.  Besides, she had never given a thought to rummaging through her disciplinarian’s things.  She respected her disciplinarian deeply, and if this woman believed a caning was in order, it certainly was.  Rebecca submitted to her authority fully.  She wondered.  This woman was far too tidy and well organized to have misplaced it herself.  So where was this missing cane?
“I don’t know, ma’m, honestly.  I don’t,”  Rebecca answered, with full sincerity. 
The door, left ajar as always, creaked open.  Rebecca looked up.  The disciplinarian looked toward the door, too.  A smile spread across her disciplinarian’s face at the sight of the tall powerful man at the door.
“Ah, there’s my cane now.  Thank you, John, I’ll be needing that,” she smiled, and in walked Dr. John Lewis.
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It has been nearly a year that Rebecca had been reporting to this woman, and John Lewis noted the changes that had come over her.  Her maturity and demeanor had improved.  Her composure had become as graceful and elegant as that of the woman who attended to her.   She no longer looked at Dr. Lewis with those looks of confused longing, she attended to her business with a professionalism that was pleasing.  His biggest complaint with her had been her smug superiority but that was gone, replaced with self-confidence and trust.  And that god-awful childish tattle-tale habit had abruptly stopped.
His choice of disciplinarian had been perfect, he noted with satisfaction.  His lady friend brought out the best in her, and she was ready to come back to him fully.  It was time.  He picked up the phone, “Hello…” he smiled at the sound of her voice.  She was indeed remarkable.  “…yes, I am so happy that you agree.  Great minds think alike…”  Was John Lewis flirting?
He hung up the phone, a smile on his face.
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John Lewis smiled at the woman bent over the bench.  She had recovered from her shock, and a simple tap from the disciplinarian had reminded her to take her proper position to the man before her.  Rebecca looked forward, meeting his gaze, straightened, and pushed her bottom up. 
“A quick learner, as always, Rebecca.”  John smiled at her.  “I take it your disciplinarian didn’t inform you that I would be coming today to witness?”  Rebecca shook her head no.  She remembered the days when she had fantasized about his big hands on her rounded bottom.  This felt different… the attraction was there, but it had changed from her early crush.  She was attracted to him as her superior, her dominant.  She longed to feel the physical manifestations of his power, to bend over before him, to offer her bottom to his discipline, his punishments.  The moment she had long dreamed was finally here.
John Lewis handed a long thin cane to the dark haired woman.  So Dr. Lewis would not be caning her today, Rebecca thought.  
“I don’t want to be the cause of any further delays, so let’s get on with it.”  He nodded to the dark haired woman.
She smiled as she acknowledged John Lewis.  “Thanks, Dr. Lewis, I agree, let’s get started, Rebecca, shall we?”  Rebecca noticed with pleasure that she had not addressed her as “Miss Rebecca”.  A graduation, of sorts.
“This is a special day, Rebecca, so 24 it will be,” said the dark haired woman.  Rebecca had expected 12, but 24 it was, and without a tremble of complaint, she accepted her discipline.  The cane swished through the air and landed on her bottom, leaving a light pink stripe.  “One,” Rebecca called out.  “Two…”  The tram lines stung but did not feel like cuts…. a pleasant surprise.  The 24 strokes would be easy to take.  She continued counting as the cane strokes fell, none of them harsh.
John Lewis noted that Rebecca had not needed an invitation to count.  And she did not rise from the bench after the 24th stroke had landed. 
He admired the soft pink of her derriere.  Her submission was complete.  She was, indeed, ready to submit to him. 
“Rebecca, with the guidance of your disciplinarian, you have made marvelous improvements.  I am so very proud of you,” John Lewis said.  “But today, your time with her has ended,” he paused, watching Rebecca closely.  Her face remained composed, but he had caught the flicker of disappointment.
“It is time, Rebecca, for you to return to ME,”   John announced, and the dark haired woman nodded happily.  Rebecca’s heart skipped happily.
“We are both quite proud of you, Rebecca, this is quite an honor and indeed, your special day,” beamed the dark haired woman.
John Lewis resumed speaking.  “I will be disciplining you today,”  he smiled.  From out of nowhere, it seemed, he withdrew a second cane, as long as the first but thicker.   He set the long cane on the bench, and withdrew a paper from his jacket pocket.  It was a snap form, with a yellow copy.  He set it on the bench where Rebecca could read it.  “This is your employment contract, please review it,” John continued.
The snap form was headed “EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT” and on the line beneath was typed the words, “Full Professor”.  Rebecca could barely contain her delight as she skimmed the form.    She half-caught, half-skipped, the disciplinary clause as she noticed Dr. Lewis had already signed.  It only awaited her signature.
“Would you like to sign, Miss Rebecca?” inquired John Lewis. 
Rebecca nodded giddily.  “Yes, sir!”
“Very well, then, let’s get on with it.  Your disciplinarian picked 24, I believe that is a fine number for us to work with.”  The first cane stroke fell.
“One!” called Rebecca.  Unlike the first caning, his stroke was heavy and hard to take.  John Lewis felt the cane was the perfect implement for discipline and he had no qualms about laying it on.  He took note of Rebecca’s willing acceptance, despite the pain.  She did not try to fight him despite the sharp pain that shot through her, first as the stroke landed, then again as the second wave of pain burned its way across her bottom.  He waited, then brought the cane across her again.  “Two!” she called out dutifully, swaying a little but quickly returning to center. Tears squeezed through her scrunched eyes, and dripped down upon the contract.
Slowly, but without reserve, he progressed through the count.
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The caning had taken an excruciating long time. Rebecca’s bottom was striped and bruised and her giddiness was gone but her feelings of submission was not. She felt oddly grateful for his discipline.  Finished with the cane, John Lewis had left her bent over the bench, and did not release her.  Instead, he stood behind her and watched the stripes blossom, the woman disciplinarian at his side. 
“Pretty work, Dr. Lewis,” smiled the woman.  The lines were perfectly placed and even.  It had been an admirable caning, one borne of a skillful man who had been about his business for a long time.
“Thank you, ma’m” John Lewis smiled, and tipped an imaginary cap to the woman at his side.  He withdrew a pen from his pocket.  “Let’s finish this, hmm?” and he handed the pen to Rebecca. She raised herself enough to sign the paper, set the pen and paper aside, then laid back down.
The woman walked over to Rebecca and kissed her softly on top of the head.  “You are perfect, my dear,” she whispered, releasing her.   Rebecca stood, and the two women faced each other with an affectionate, shared look that said they had both enjoyed their year together.  The dark haired woman reached her hand forward, and they shook hands.  The dark haired woman had wrapped her second hand around their clasp, and to Rebecca, it felt so personal.  “Perhaps she will come visit me…” she hoped.
The dark haired woman smiled and did not say good bye.  She would have to drop in and pay Rebecca a visit now and then. 
Professional courtesy, of course.
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The attractive raven haired woman making her way down the hall noticed the crying red head coming towards her.  Unseeing, she seemed oblivious to the  older woman’s presence, and she did not stop crying as she approached.  Her face was red and splotchy, and her eyes were swollen.  Amy Duncan looked like she had been crying for a very long time.  The woman resisted the temptation to embrace the sad professor.
As Amy walked painfully past, the woman observed the nuclear red glow of the retreating girls’ thighs.  From her stiff walk, the disciplinarian correctly suspected that the worst of the damage was hidden beneath the short skirt.  The woman checked her watch and her eyebrows shot up.  Whatever this gal had done, the response was overkill.  She remembered the unpleasant woman she had encountered on the way into the building:  Mrs. Thomas.
This wasn’t right.  She made a mental note to have a discussion about Mrs. Thomas’ performance with John Lewis at his upcoming appointment. 
It wasn’t tattling when you were the superior, she smiled. 
 
 
 
(part four tomorrow!)
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‘What’s Really Missing?’ : Part Two of the School Daze winner

Here’s part two of the winning entry for March’s ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest….



What’s REALLY Missing?


It was Thursday afternoon, 3:55 p.m. to be precise.   Always ahead of schedule, Rebecca stepped in to the lab.  She now used her full name of Rebecca, and so did everyone else.  It reflected her new maturity and grace.  She turned to her disciplinarian, a woman she had come to regard with a curious mixture of warm regard and trepidation.  “Good afternoon, ma’m,” she politely greeted the formal woman before her.  The even tone of her voice belied the butterflies in her tummy:  Rebecca was here for a regular discipline session. 



By now, their polite greeting had become an ingrained pattern… every Thursday, precisely at 3:55; she turned the key, entered the room, greeted the woman, then took her place across this woman’s knees.  The woman quickly evaporated all gracefulness with a firm spanking.  She’d come to like and respect the disciplinarian immensely, and in some respects, Rebecca looked forward to their weekly meetings even though she always left with a sore bottom.   Each session made her more aware of her place in the world and how she could be a  better person.  Now, she was thinking, just the right amount of extra courtesy and respect might spare her bottom a tiny bit.  It couldn’t hurt to try.



The woman rose from the desk and strode over to greet her charge.  Slim and elegant, with raven hair, she was both beautiful and intimidating.  “Good afternoon to you, too, Miss Rebecca,” she cordially greeted the young professor with a charming smile, meeting her at the door.  Despite their mutual regard and warmth for each other, the woman was fully committed to her responsibilities.  She placed a hand on Rebecca’s arm and firmly directed her away from the door, walking her towards the armless chair at the front of the room.  As always, it was placed in front of the teaching desk, facing the classroom.   Her voice was cheerful and pleasant.  She sat down upon the chair and directed Rebecca across her knees with a couple of pats upon her thigh.  “I’ve been looking forward to talking to you,” she smiled.  “You know what to do by now, I expect you to be quick about it.” 



“Yes, ma’m,” Rebecca shyly mumbled.  “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you as well,” and that was true enough.  Her weekly discipline sessions with this woman had a certain rhythm.  She was first given an over the knee maintenance spanking.  Then, it was over to her special spot at the opposite side of the first bench and bent over to address the week’s accounting.  Rebecca liked  the firmness and control with, and after a thorough accounting review, she felt peaceful and even.  Still, it was a spanking, and spankings hurt.  Especially from this woman.  Rebecca shuffled her feet nervously, and then haltingly folded herself across the woman’s lap. 



Rebecca recalled with chagrin that the door latch had not clicked closed.  Again. As usual, anyone walking by the lab would hear the noisy sounds of her humiliation.  It would do no good to ask this woman to close the door all the way; she never did.  Rebecca sighed and settled herself carefully and the woman raised her skirt.   She liked the beginnings of her spankings well enough, they were kind of dreamy and warm.  It was the middle and end she dreaded, that was where things hurt almost unbearably.  As the spanking continued, the lecturing began, “In order to teach?  First, one needs to learn…” the woman intoned.  Rebecca found it harder and harder to hold still, and it seemed like her spanking was taking much longer than usual.  It was certainly much harder than the one she’d taken last week.  Tears welled in her eyes as she gasped and sobbed. 



Finally, the smacks stopped.  The spanking had ended not a minute too soon for her.  Or had it?    Rebecca attempted to rise. 



“Miss Rebecca!  Get back down where you belong, immediately.”  She placed a firm hand across the young woman’s shoulders and forcibly pushed the professor back down.  “Did I release you yet?”  the woman sternly asked, and emphasized her question with another push on Rebecca’s shoulders.  Rebecca realized her mistake too late and sadly shaking her head, she slumped back down.  “Today, I’d planned to teach you a lesson about finding your place quickly…” the woman tapped her lap next to Rebecca’s face, “I am a little annoyed with your stalling.  You certainly know what is expected of you.  Don’t you. ” She leaned forward, her face close to Becky’s face.  She grabbed Rebecca’s hair, lacing her fingers through the long strands, and pulled.  Their eyes met.  Rebecca tried to look away, but this woman would have none of it. 



“Look at me when I’m speaking,” she commanded with another tug of Rebecca’s long hair. The woman’s happy smile was gone, replaced now with a look of sternness.  “You certainly ought to know by now that you WILL,” she tugged Rebecca’s hair for emphasis, “you WILL do as expected.  You are going to be spanked. You know it.  I know it. You will get over my knee for your spanking without hesitation. Always.  And you will NOT get up until I release you.  Is that clear?”  She paused, but Rebecca’s voice caught and she could not speak.    “You seem to be having a little trouble learning today…”  The woman said casually, almost absently.  She abruptly adjusted Rebecca’s head with a deft tug of her hair, and she hissed into her ear, “I have a little solution for that problem.”  With that, she abruptly released Rebecca’s hair.  As Rebecca flopped forward, the woman reached a hand into her skirt pocket and pulled out a frightening, wooden paddle.   “See?”  She held the paddle down to Rebecca’s face so she could see the holes drilled throughout the bit of well varnished wood.  Rebecca’s heart dropped as dismay spread throughout her.  She had heard that holes made a paddle hurt more, and she was about to collect some data points on that hypothesis.  A lot of data.



The woman gave her bottom a few warning taps with the paddle.   “So.  Let’s talk.  Shall we?”  Her voice was sweet but laced with impending danger.  This question did not need to be answered.



 Rebecca knew she was in for it.  Still, she found herself agreeing. 



“This is going to sting, Miss Rebecca,” the raven-haired woman said, understating the consequences.  She adjusted herself in for a much longer stay in the chair.   She threw a leg over Rebecca’s, trapping the professor.



As usual, the disciplinarian was right.



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After a particularly hard volley, the strokes abruptly stopped.  The woman set the paddle across her lower back and gave Rebecca’s bottom a couple of pats with her hand. 



The paddling had been firm and thorough.  To her embarrassment, Rebecca had screamed and howled and kicked and finally cried.  To no avail.  Paddled through her tears, she was spanked until her disciplinarian was satisfied.  It had taken a long time to satisfy the woman and Rebecca’s bottom and thighs burned. 



“I think that was a good lesson, don’t you?” the woman asked expectantly.



“Yes, ma’m, thank you,” choked the sobbing professor.  As soon as the words had tumbled out, Rebecca dissolved in a fresh gale of tears and wailing. 



The disciplinarian let her cry it out.  Slowly, she stroked the sobbing professor’s bottom.  “There, there, now… you took that quite well…”  Rebecca brightened at the praise.  She shuddered a little as she recalled what had just happened here.   When the second spanking began, she had quickly bolted forward, like a scalded cat.  It burned and hurt immediately. There was no escaping the relentless swings and the vigor of the woman who held her firmly in place and there had been nothing to do but take the scalding as it was given.   Rebecca had made the mistake of putting her hands back to protect her bottom and her thighs had taken a good thrashing for her trouble.  The holes had made it hurt more, and Rebecca’s posterior was dappled with burning round spots.



The smile had spread back across the woman’s countenance as she continued stroking and quietly praised her student.  Rebecca choked back some sobs, and relaxed.   “Very well then, I think we are done here.”   She set the maple torch down upon the desk.



With couple of pats to Rebecca’s thoroughly hot and reddened bottom, she released the young professor.  She was no longer irritated but no less resolved to see this session through to its logical conclusion.  “It’s time for your accounting, Rebecca.  Let’s get on with it, please…” she gestured towards the cold lab bench.  As if in a dream, Rebecca stood, knowing better than to adjust her skirt.  Skirt tucked up into her waste band and panties above her knees, she walked awkwardly but quickly to the bench. 



Still trembling, she bent over to await her fate.   She could not help but notice that not only was the door ajar, it was actually wide open.   At least nobody was standing there.   Ashamed, she blushed deep red and buried her face in her arms.



The woman smiled as she approached, her sternness melted into a fond warmth.  She gently readjusted the professor so that her face was up and her eyes were forward.  “Now, now, Miss Rebecca, that won’t do at all.  Hold your head high.  You should be proud to be receiving discipline from me.”  She peered into the eyes of the bent form.  “Your friend Lisa will not be the beneficiary of my attention.”  She stroked the professor’s shoulders somewhat absentmindedly and patted her head.   “Only the junior professors likely to be offered full professor positions are referred to me.  My darling protege, you are doing quite well here.  I’m quite proud of your progress.”



Rebecca glowed at the compliment.  It made her feel good to have this woman praising her.  She straightened her head, arched her back, and pushed her bottom up higher. 



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The safety light went on in the window of the adjoining lab behind the Freshman Science Teaching Lab.  As Dr. John Lewis stepped up to the window, he quietly agreed with his woman friend’s assessment of the young teacher.  Eventually, it would be time to take her back under his wing and attend to disciplinary duties himself.  However, the young professor needed additional instruction.  John Lewis would see to it that she received all appropriate instruction. 



With satisfaction, he watched his lady friend step behind the young professor, a heavy strap in her hand.  “That will leave a mark,” he thought, as the first heavy stroke fell.



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The strapping had made her jump and start but as with her paddling, there was nowhere to go, and no escaping the relentless woman behind her.  Rebecca was grateful that her weekly accounting had been minimal.  A dozen solid strokes, no more. 



She laid the strap on the bench.  “Now, you stay right there Miss Rebecca…” Glad for the break but dismayed this no longer seemed to be a quick ending, she obediently did as commanded.  Rebecca was not eager to incur extra penalties.  She waved her butt through the air in a desperate, futile attempt to cool herself.



The woman walked to the front desk and rummaged through her travel kit.  Rebecca shuddered at the sound of wood against wood knocking against each other and god only knew what else was in there.  It sounded like a sack full of baseball bats. 



Pulling out a large frat style paddle, she held it up and inspected it.  “This will do,” she thoughtfully considered.  Rebecca stopped breathing, terrified.  What had she done to deserve that? She reviewed her accounting, and there was nothing omitted, no serious infractions.



The woman walked from around the desk, the frat bat in hand.  As she paused by the doorway, her arm rapidly snaked through it.  She reeled in her victim, tugging her by the ear.   



“Why Jeanne, how delightfully of you to stop by,” she smiled with a look that said she was not delighted at all.  “Do come in.”  A large mop of unruly red hair was attached to the unfortunate ear.  Rebecca’s eyes widened as she recognized the woman from chemistry.  Her old professor, Dr. Gooding.   Rebecca blushed scarlet but Jeanne did not notice one bit.



Under any other circumstances, Jeanne Gooding would have dearly loved to admire the tear-stained face of her former student. Jeanne had thought Rebecca a little Miss Know-it-All, and in her eyes, Rebecca’s round bottom begged for a sound spanking.  Sadly, students were not spanked at this school. Unlike the professors. 



Jeanne Gooding concerned herself with saving her own hide.  “I-I-I’m missing my laptop, I thought I m-m-m-might have left it in here when I was done t-t-t-eaching.” Jeanne was a strong, confidant woman, but her composure had evaporated.  The disciplinarian let go of the ear she’d pinched, and Dr. Gooding snapped upright. 



She gently clucked a few times. “Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne.  There is no need for you to make up stories.  You don’t teach any freshman classes, your lab is across the hall, isn’t it,” to which the large buxom woman reluctantly nodded, caught in her lie.  Jeanne straightened her clothing and tried to look dignified but failed.  “You aren’t missing your laptop at all, are you,” the woman thoughtfully inquired.  She took a step back to watch Jeanne Gooding’s reaction.  As she expected, Jeanne’s eyes dropped to the floor to hide her mortification, and a quiet “no” whispered its way past her lips.  The woman slowly appraised Jeanne, as the woman twitched uncomfortably, eyes still cast down.



Finally, she broke the silence.  “I believe you ARE missing something Jeanne, but it isn’t a computer.  Is it.”  Her voice became even quieter.  “What you are missing, Jeanne, is DISCIPLINE.”  She enunciated each syllable clearly. “Isn’t that right? Jeanne.”  When Jeanne Gooding whispered, “oh yes,” Rebecca’s eyes widened.   The disciplinarian pointed the large paddle towards Rebecca’s bench.  “Right there, Jeanne, across from Miss Rebecca, face-to-face.  I want Miss  Rebecca to see how we deal with nosey snoops here.  Privacy is important to all of us.”  Rebecca gasped in amazement as she slowly comprehended what was about to happen.  Jeanne Gooding was about to be paddled, right in front of her. 



Jeanne, meanwhile, knew her fate was sealed and she stepped over to the bench to collect what she was truly missing.  She looked into Rebecca’s eyes with anger and resignation.  It was this brat’s fault, she thought, but she said nothing, because she knew the woman holding the paddle was right.  She shouldn’t have snooped, and she knew better yet she’d done it anyhow.  She was caught, from the moment she stepped into the windowed rear lab and joined John Lewis at the window to watch Rebecca’s first punishment.  It was also a mistake to come back, week after week, to listen at the door.  She had earned what was coming, fair and square.



Jeanne roared as the woman began her work.  Perhaps she had craved a good spanking, but maybe not this much.  The woman behind her did not seem to agree and continued swinging away.   Rebecca was fascinated as she watched the face across from her flush and scrunch, then bellow, beads of sweat breaking out across the larger woman’s forehead as she was driven forward with each blow.  Finally, she stopped.  “Is this what you were really missing, Jeanne?” she asked, more to herself than the bottom in front of her.  She admired the florid red and purple bruises on Jeanne’s welted behind. 



Jeanne let out a breath, and panted, glad for the end.  Even though this had been a painful punishment, in all honesty, she had needed it.  Jeanne felt a sense of calm wash over her as the heat pulsed through her backside. 



“Miss Rebecca, stand up and come over here, this is something I want you to see.”  The woman was pointing at Jeanne’s bruised bottom.



Rebecca stood and joined her disciplinarian behind Jeanne Gooding.  She stared at the bottom before her.  There were two white-hot bull’s eyes centered low on her bottom, and her large bottom was mottled and welted.  Those white spots looked incredibly painful, and Rebecca resisted the urge to poke them.  She did not like Professor Gooding any more than Jeanne liked her.  She smiled a little, satisfied that this former nemesis had gotten her comeuppance.  Rebecca’s own shame in having her punishment witnessed paled in comparison to the delight she took in seeing Jeanne’s swollen behind.



Sensing Rebecca’s glee and her unspoken desire to touch the professor’s bottom, she took Rebecca’s hand and placed it on Jeanne’s bottom.  “Miss Rebecca, are you satisfied that Jeanne has been appropriately punished?”  she sweetly inquired.



Rebecca marveled at the heat radiating into her hand, and she traced a few marks with her fingertip.  She poked the white bull’s eyes and Jeanne moaned a little.  “These spots here look like they hurt so much,” Rebecca whispered.  Finding her voice, she said more clearly, “but these spots here look pretty light.”  She brushed her hand across a wide expanse of Jeanne’s bottom.  She swallowed a smirk and continued confidently, “I think she needs some more attention HERE,” Rebecca pointed, “and here…and HERE,” patting the ample bottom repeatedly.    The woman smiled.  Rebecca did not notice:  the sight before her transfixed her.



“You heard the girl, Jeanne.” 



Jeanne groaned.  “Yes, ma’m,” and the disciplinarian resumed her fierce work, Rebecca standing at her side.  Rebecca watched and winced as the paddle found a solid target every time.   Perhaps it had been a mistake to wish this on her former teacher.  Then again, Jeanne had lied to the disciplinarian.  She deserved the extra punishment.



Dr.  Gooding’s bottom waggled from side to side, and she struggled in vain to suppress her hopping. A particularly fierce blow crumpled the woman’s knees.   She scrambled back into place for the next swat, which arrived faithfully. 



When the woman stopped this time, there was no question remaining about coverage.  “I think that will do, would you agree, Jeanne?”  The chemistry professor shook her head violently and called out loudly.  “Yes, ma’m!”  She had no desire to take any more swats with that paddle and she wanted that clearly known.  There were not many in the department who could take a paddling quite like Jeanne Gooding, but even she was well spent.



“Very well, then, Jeanne, you may stand up,” the woman said, but she did not set down the paddle.  Jeanne wobbled to her feet.  The slender woman turned her around to face the young professor before her.   Jeanne resisted the temptation to rub herself, and her hands hung at her sides, her fingers twitching.   The woman ran her eyes up and down Jeanne, then turned and rested them upon Rebecca.



“Resume your place, Miss Rebecca,” she addressed the surprised professor.  Rebecca’s mouth dropped in protest, but she wisely decided  to not speak.  Instead, she returned to her spot at the bench and mutely bent over.  This was so unfair!  A sob started to rise in her throat as the disciplinarian once again took position behind her poised bottom, this time armed with the heavy paddle.   “Jeanne, over here,” she pointed with the paddle where she wanted Jeanne to stand. Jeanne gingerly stepped towards Rebecca and admired her rounded butt.  Rebecca’s bottom was crimson red already, and small bruises from her earlier paddling speckled her bottom beneath the broad swaths of overlapping red stripes.



“Jeanne.  Did I miss anything here?” the dark haired woman inquired innocently.  Jeanne relaxed and smiled.  She knew exactly where this was going and she answered carefully.



“I don’t see much marking at all, ma’m.  Perhaps a proper paddling is in order to be certain.  I’ll leave that to your discretion,” said the now gleeful woman from chemistry.   Jeanne Gooding would enjoy this dance show from the front row. 



Rebecca’s heart fell as the disciplinarian spoke.  “Yes, Jeanne.  I agree.  Miss Rebecca needs to learn a proper lesson here, and a punishment paddling is completely appropriate.”



Turning to Rebecca, she said quite firmly.  “I thought we had dealt with your annoying habit of instigating trouble for other people.  Apparently, you have not learned your lesson yet at all because you are still at it.  By the time I am done here today, it will be a very long time before you cause anyone else trouble, I think. ” She raised her voice.  “DO YOU HEAR ME?” 



Rebecca shrank down into the bench as her heart skipped in fear.  “Yes, ma’m,” she whispered.



“Louder, Miss Rebecca.  Tell me… and Jeanne here…  exactly how you think I should punish you.”



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The young professor looked so very small and defeated.  She withered into the bench at the humiliation of begging for her punishment.  “Yes, ma’m.   I should be paddled, like Professor Gooding.”   She started crying before the first smack fell.  They were solid, hard smacks, John Lewis noted with great satisfaction.   He smiled, enjoying the impressive fireworks display.  He was thrilled that he would not have to listen to any complaining from Rebecca about his staff for a long time to come. 



Still, he felt a little sorry for her as she watched her bottom quickly darken and the large bull’s eyes appeared.   Almost.



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The clock turned to 4:59.  Nick walked in the room for his 5:00 caning session.  He took one surprised look, and quickly dashed back out lest he join this unhappy  professor duo. 



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The thoroughly chastised professor had lain across the desk for sometime after the punishment had ended.  Never again, she thought to herself.  Never like that, she resolved to herself.   As Jeanne and the disciplinarian approached her again, she quickly considered how she should apologize to the senior professor.  But she did not get her chance.



“Miss Rebecca, today you learned… again… that your instigation will not be rewarded.  I hope you learned that for the last time.”



Rebecca nodded quickly.  She had no desire to experience a hard paddling like that, ever again.  “Yes, I’ve learned my lesson and I am so very sorry, ma’m.”



“Still, you need to understand the hierarchy here.”  She looked at Jeanne, then back at Rebecca.  “Miss Rebecca, what is your full title?”



Unsure what the real question was, she simply answered. “Junior Professor, ma’m.”



“And Jeanne Gooding, what do you think her full job title is?  Think carefully, please.”



Sensing a trick, she considered.  There wasn’t much question here, so why the careful thought?  “Professor Gooding is a Full Professor,” she finally replied.



“That is correct.  Professor Gooding is, indeed a FULL professor here.  You seem to know her title but you do not seem to understand that she is senior to you…as in, your superior.”  She waited for Rebecca to consider the implications, then held up a rulebook and began to read a flagged page.  “‘Section 24.1 A:  Any Full Professor in Good Standing may order or execute the discipline of junior faculty, as appropriate….” she moved on to the next section.  Section 24.1 B:  Junior Faculty do not have disciplinary privileges and are expressly forbidden to request or provide the discipline of senior staff members. ‘”



She closed the damning book, looking puzzled.  “Miss Rebecca , I was sure you had read the Code of Conduct thoroughly.  Dr. Lewis assured me that if anybody knew the rules here, it would be you.  But today, you requested the discipline of a senior staff member, did you not?”  She set the rulebook down.



Rebecca hung her head in embarrassment.  “Yes, I did do that,” Rebecca obediently replied.  This was not going to end well, she could tell.



“Very well, then.  You admit to your violation of the Code of Conduct, and I shall remand you to Professor Gooding for punishment.”  She turned to Jeanne.  “Have you considered how you would like to deal with Miss Stewart?”



Jeanne smiled.  She remembered very well her agony at the end of this disciplinarian’s arm during her days as a junior professor.  She particularly recalled a fierce paddle.  “I think Miss Stewart would do well with a strict Spencer paddle punishment.  Cold.  No warm up. ”  She smiled at the thought of bouncing Miss Stewart’s bottom up off that cold lab bench.  She would not show her any mercy, and the disciplinarian knew it, too.  “Would you be able to bring that paddle of yours next week?  I’d like to clean the slate with Miss Stewart promptly.” 



Rebecca blanched as her fate was discussed.  She fully understood what Dr. Gooding meant by “strict”, and being paddled on top of today’s bruises would hurt a lot more. 



Jeanne leaned back and folded her arms across her full bosom.  She smiled a smile that was self-satisfied and menacing.  Rebecca would be getting a second dose of her medicine and the second dose was sure to be stronger and much harder to take.   Jeanne would be sure she took it all.  She tried to resist gloating but failed.



“Yes, Jeanne, I think I remember exactly which paddle you would be thinking about, I seem to remember you needed a healthy dose of it yourself when you were a junior professor, if I am not mistaken.”  Jeanne Gooding blushed, remembering her humbling days of tutelage with this compelling woman. “You’ll take her at 4:00 p.m. Thursday for me.”  She considered Jeanne carefully. “As for you, I think we need to spend some one on one time, reminiscing, to see if we can’t find exactly what it is you are missing.  I checked your calendar;  you are free at 6:00 pm on Thursdays.  I will expect to see you in your lab sharply at 6”



Jeanne did a double take.  The woman had set a trap for her, knowing she was listening in, and Jeanne had fallen right into the trap.  Very well, then, so be it.  The woman was right; she yearned for the control and safety of knowing her discipline would be attended to by a skillful hand.  “Yes, ma’m,” she spoke.  “6:00 p.m., Thursday.”  Her hands went to her full bottom and rubbed instinctively, despite her composure training.  The disciplinarian pretended not to notice the lapse. 



“All in good time,” she thought.  Jeanne Gooding would be getting a firm reminder next week.  Starting with the exact same Spencer paddling she administered to Miss Rebecca.  She would watch to be certain.  Don’t these professors ever learn?  She suppressed a smile and dismissed them both. 



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She sat in Dr. Lewis’ office in the odd, armless chair.  The cold hard surface was both comforting and harsh.  John Lewis noticed her shift uncomfortably several times, and asked solicitously, “Is everything all right, Rebecca?”



Rebecca squirmed, tormented by her bruised bottom and the embarrassment she felt.  Dr. Lewis certainly knew about her 4:00 discipline sessions.  Her disciplinarian was well informed of issues prior to her weekly accounting.  She had addressed omissions swiftly: all accountings were to be full and complete, and omissions were the same as lies, she’d said. The only way for her to get the accounting information was from Dr. Lewis himself. 



Despite the discomfort, Rebecca had learned to appreciate her new routine and especially the likeable woman who attended to her, and she noted with satisfaction that she was growing more poised and confidant as her discipline increased.  Still, sometimes, when the dark haired woman worked her bottom, Rebecca imagined instead that it was Dr. Lewis.  His large hands across her bottom, his broad shoulders swinging the straps and paddles and canes that landed across her bottom every week without fail.   “I wonder if she tells him what she does to me each week,”  Rebecca thought.  She had not noticed the little light in the adjoining lab, coming on each week.  She did not know about John Lewis’ weekly pilgrimage to the window.



She looked deep into the cold blue eyes of John Lewis and a little quiver trembled through her.  “Yes sir, everything is fine,” she replied, politely and serenely, but still, she shifted her weight to the right side.  It had taken just a little less punishment. 



John Lewis smiled, knowing quite differently.  Rebecca was a great hire, and his friend was bringing her along fabulously.  The firm hand she was dealt had brought out something wonderful hidden inside.  Same with Nick.  For some reason, Nick’s harshness toward his students evaporated once he had begun his weekly humbling at the end of the cane.  And although he liked Jeanne, but he had noticed her edge towards Rebecca.  It had offended him when she joined him in the lab that first week, interrupting his private viewing.



John considered the reason for her squirming and asked.  “So.  Are there any issues requiring my attention this week?” 



He knew, and Rebecca knew it.



“No sir, there are not.” 



Satisfied, John entered a note onto his meeting ledger. “Professional Staff Training:  $$” read the note for his only task.  His disciplinarian would be receiving a very large performance bonus this week.


(part three tomorrow)
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Winner of the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest!


Readers,

Springtime has sprung (at least here in Las Vegas, anyway), and the School Daze spanking story contest brought out the creative spanko writer in several entrants. You’ll find a few great efforts by our regular contributors, along with some new authors who I’m hoping will keep coming back and sharing their work with us again and again.

My biggest gratitude to every one of you who has contributed a story to these contests. They’re a lot of fun for me, and I hope you enjoy the fruits of our author’s efforts. As I’ve said before, this blog would be sadly lacking without the creativity and time spent by all of you…commenters and readers, too.

Now, with all that sniffly stuff out of the way, should we see who’s won the contest this month?

Congratulations to the author of:

Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that. The winning author has contributed a story in four parts, each with an accompanying title. I think that you’re going to enjoy each of these stories as much as I have, so I’ll post them up one at a time.

–  Dana


Part One:


A Young Professor’s Understanding


Dr. Lewis raised his hand in a slight, traffic cop sign in the direction of the unfortunate junior professor, Lisa.  “One person speaking at a time,” he sternly told her.  His voice held an undercurrent of irritation and menace.  Lisa stopped speaking, mid-sentence, and sat back in her seat, chastened.  All the other junior professors subconsciously sat up straighter in their seats and immediately looked attentive and on-task.  Dr. Lewis ran orderly staff meetings.



One of the teachers stifled an “It’s about time she got it” smirk.  Becki had no patience for this young professor, who was already proving herself a nuisance… always late, didn’t know her lesson material, unprepared for her classes, not getting grades in on time… the list of reasons why Lisa should get canned was longer than the delicate Lisa girl was tall.



Becki was older than the other junior teachers, and was easily annoyed by their shortcomings.   She was more responsible than the others, and always did exactly what Dr. Lewis asked, immediately, whether it was in a staff meeting or by email, and she made sure he knew it as well as who had not.  Becki Stewart was quite proud that her classes were in high demand:  she knew her material, she was fair to her students, conveyed practical meaning of her lessons to the real world, and had a sense of humor that could make her students laugh even after a difficult exam.  Her students adored her, and she was certain that she was Dr. Lewis’ favorite junior professor.



Despite his casual dress and longer hairstyle, Dr. Lewis projected the complete authority of his position as Full Professor and department chair.  People instinctively chose their words with care around him.    Despite his sense of humor and general look of amusement, the staff and students knew he meant business.  The first year teaching staff were routinely assigned to him for weeding out:  he was an exacting task master, to be sure, and working for him required full attention and time commitment.  But the ones who made it through their first year were certain to be successful within the department.  This year’s starting staff of 5 was likely to see several weeded out.  Rebecca Stewart would not be one of the weeds.



Becki picked up her pen and resumed taking notes in her well organized teaching notebook.  On the page headed “Staff Meeting:  05/11/13” was an entry for the upcoming final exam.  Dr. Lewis continued speaking, “All student exams must be graded, entered into the computer, and on my desk no later than 5:00 pm…” he paused for added emphasis, “THURSDAY”…he recited his list of teaching responsibilities while Becki mentally tallied his student count…  “…So please have your work completed when and as I have asked.”  He looked around the room.  “Are there any questions?”  The 5 young professors all shook their heads.  “Well, then, I am off, if you have any issues, please send me an email or drop by my office.  Have a good week.” 



With that, he got up, turned and walked out of the room.  The remaining teachers began talking amongst themselves, first whispering, then growing louder as Dr. Lewis moved further away.  “What does he mean by Thursday?” asked Lisa.  Becki sighed, thinking, this woman is an idiot.   Oblivious to Lisa’s smoldering glare, Becki explained.  “What Dr. Lewis means is that he wants our work done so he can get HIS work done,” Becki lectured Lisa as if she were speaking to a small, dull child.  Lisa began streaming a list of excuses why she should not be able to do that… “I teach 2 classes … Dr. Lewis never gives us enough time…”  Becki rolled her eyes, thinking to herself “What would Dr. Lewis do if he could hear this?”  If Lisa’s papers weren’t in on time, Becki would make sure he knew.



The teachers slowly drifted out of the room, yet Becki remained.  Their staff meeting room was held in the teaching laboratory where first year science classes were taught and it was one of Becki’s favorite places on campus.  She loved her students, she loved her teaching assignment, and she loved working for Dr. Lewis, partly because she was his pet: of that she was certain.  Dr. Lewis had taught her as an undergraduate, and now, here she was, working for him.  “He must be so proud of me,” she thought as she went around the room organizing for the next class.  He was, in fact, quite pleased with her.  Dr. Rubiski, the Dean of Arts and Sciences had even told her that.  “Dr. Lewis is very happy to have you as part of his staff, Professor Stewart.  He regularly singles you out for praise in our weekly department meeting. He likes you very much. The other senior staff in the department have also been highly complementary to you as well.  You are doing quite well here.”  Dr. Rubiski was one of those people who never gave false praise, and Becki treasured this memory.  She beamed as she went about her work. 



Reaching forward, she checked to make sure the water and gas were off.  The water valve was sticking, and she had to bend and stretch onto her toes to gain leverage.  The cold of the broad slate bench pressed into the soft roll of her lower tummy and finally the dripping stopped.  She straightened up and moved to the next bench, thinking now about Dr. Lewis. His habit was to always address her as “Rebecca”… never Ms. Stewart, never Becki… always Rebecca.   It reminded her that he was in charge, kind of like how her mom had used her full name when she was in trouble. She, in turn, never thought of him by his first name, even though his emails were signed simply “John”.  To her, he was always “Dr. Lewis”:  her mentor, her boss, her leader.  He was not traditionally handsome yet he was very attractive, all the same.   His eyes were a beautiful shade of piercing blue, and they could reflect immense amusement or cold displeasure.   When collaborating on demonstration exercises, he had a way of crowding into her personal space… to work my closely with me? to assert his authority and power? or is he attracted to me? she daydreamed.  It felt nice when he did that; it made her feel desired and protected and under control all at the same time and she always felt herself positioning herself more attractively when he did that.    Her mind swirled but she quickly snapped herself back.  “Dr. Lewis will want this lab organized,” leaned forward across the bench to check the valves, and she set herself back to her task of the remaining 4 student benches.







She was a very attractive woman, there were no two ways about that.  Cute, bouncy and vivacious with a becoming hairstyle and casually professional wardrobe, she projected a natural intelligence and curiosity that were so very appealing.  She spoke with ease and did a great job with her students, who looked up to her as a role model.   Still, there was that annoying tattletale behavior of hers and tendency to get bossy with the other teachers that needed attention.  He had seen her look of triumph when he had reprimanded Lisa during their meeting and he could guess what happened after he left.  John Lewis sat back in his oversized office and laced his fingers behind his head.  He really did like Rebecca Stewart.  She was a good teacher and always quick to take on additional responsibility.  He knew he could rely on her.  Working with her one on one, he felt an incredible sense of closeness to her that he did not feel towards his other teachers.  When setting up classes together, he felt compelled to close in on her, invade her space, stand over her… he loved her palpable tension and disquiet.  He could sense her turmoil:  she was probably attracted to him, perhaps even had a crush on him.   And when she bent forward over the lab bench, her full bottom practically begged him to step behind her.  But what to be done about that?  he wondered.  He certainly couldn’t risk his career in a dalliance with a junior professor of his charge and he was not a man to cheat on his wife.  Still.  That woman needed attention.



John’s attention turned to his inbox and an emerald green envelope within. Suddenly inspired, he sat up straight in his chair.  He knew precisely how to deal with his situation, and deal with it, he would.  He picked up the phone.  “Hello my dear… good to speak to you also…  say, I’m have a little problem that would benefit from your attention…  Do you have some time available to help me out?”  He hung up the phone and smiled.



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Becki knocked tentatively on his massive office door.  “Yes?” Dr. Lewis called in response.  She opened the door a little and stuck her head inside.  “Is this a bad time for you?  I can come back if you are busy.” He gestured to the lone armless chair across from his crowded desk.  “Come in, sit down.” he commanded.  She slipped into his office, for once, uncertain about how to approach him.  Her confidence was rattled, he could tell, so he emphasized his control. “Please sit.”  It was easy for her to obey him despite her fear, so she sat.  And her news was bad enough without irritating Dr. Lewis further.  Her mind swirling, she knew it was better to get a problem out in the open quickly where it could be dealt with effectively, before it was too late.  But this was not a conversation she wanted to have.



The words shot out of her mouth.  “Ilostoneofmystudentsfinalpapers,” she blurted. 



“Excuse me?” Dr. Lewis said, “Repeat what you just said.  Slowly.  So I can hear you this time, Rebecca.” 



She looked into his eyes, eyes that were now stone cold and hard as they peered right through her.  Feeling exposed and foolish, she blushed and cast her eyes down.  “I lost one of my student exam papers.  The final.  I have no idea what happened,” she felt compelled to softly add, “Sir.”



Dr. Lewis continued staring through her, sizing her up, noting her discomfort.   He slowly and carefully chose his words.   “Rebecca.  You were given precise procedures to follow for handling exams, were you not?”  When she nodded assent, he continued.  “I don’t understand how you could lose an exam if you followed procedures.”



“I don’t know” she stammered.  The color had drained completely from her face.



“Rebecca.  Please tell me in detail how you have been instructed to handle your exams,” John Lewis commanded. 



She looked up, looked down, then recited the procedure perfectly.  “Count all collected exams, place them in a manila envelope, seal the envelope and right my name across the seal, then place it in a locked drawer in a locked office until ready to grade.  Place all graded exams in a sealed envelope until ready to return to students.”



“Rebecca, you lost one quiz at the beginning of the year, did you not.”   She nodded, so he continued on.  “That is the reason I gave you these procedures, is that not correct?”  She nodded again.  “So, Rebecca, if you did your work properly… how I told you to do it… you should have all of your exams.”  He paused again, and she silently wished he would hurry up and get this chastisement over.  “So what you are really telling me is that you did not do as I asked.”  He paused another uncomfortably long time, letting the weight of her failure sink in.  ” You clearly did not learn from your mistake.”  He paused again as she sat in continued silence.  He folded his hands, steepling his index fingers, tapping them together. 



“You have a class of 24 students, is that correct?”  She nodded.  “But you only have 23 papers, am I understanding you correctly?”  She nodded again.  “Do you have the exams with you?”  She nodded mutely.  “May I see them, please.”  She withdrew the envelope from her bag and handed it to him. He inspected the envelope.  The envelope was marked correctly.  He rolled his chair back, opened the center drawer of his desk, and pulled out a letter opener, closed the drawer, and stood up.  Slitting the envelope as he walked towards Becki, he towered over her.  He sit the opener on the desk edge with careful deliberation and cleared a spot for the papers on his desk.  “Let’s count them together, shall we?” She slid down in her seat but he was not going to allow her an easy way out.  “Rebecca, stand up please, come here and count with me.” 



Slowly, Becki rose to her feet and she stepped forward to where Dr. Lewis was gesturing she should stand next to his broad desk.  He firmly laid a paper down on the desk and moved himself to within an inch of her.  “One” he counted, and when she remained silent, he picked up the paper and intoned quietly.  I am only going to tell you.  One.  More.  Time.  We will count them.  Together.”  A shiver of fear went up her spine as she met his eyes.  “Yes, sir,” she replied, as he slapped the first paper down.  One after another, they counted, and after what seemed like an eternity, finally reached the sad number 23. 



Crestfallen, she met his gaze and said in a very quiet voice, “I don’t know what to do.”  She was shaking now, and completely unsure of herself.  Her legs felt like they would buckle at any minute.



“Would you like to count them with me one more time?  To be certain.”  Dr. Lewis asked, peering at her intently.



“No,” Becki answered meekly.  “I’ve counted them myself a hundred times.  The paper is not there.”



“Whose paper is missing?”  Dr. Lewis asked.



“Leah Murphy,” Becki said.  Leah was her best student, and more than anything, Becki did not want to see poor Leah get a zero over her mistake.   Dr. Lewis couldn’t, no wouldn’t, be so unfair to her student? But he said nothing for a very long time, just stood there looking down upon her.



Finally, he seemed to come to some conclusion in his mind and so, he spoke.  “Very well, then, I will see what I can do to fix this and will keep you informed.  You are dismissed.”



Thrilled to escape with her job intact and only a humiliating scolding, she hurriedly bent over to collect her things.  Dr. Lewis said to her bent over form, “By the way, Rebecca, can you please attend a meeting at 4:00 in the Freshman Science Lab tomorrow afternoon?”



“Yes, sir.  I can do that.”  She was back in his good graces:  she loved sitting in as his proxy at meetings.   Even though it was only Tuesday, she responded oddly. “Have a nice weekend.  And I am so sorry to trouble you, it won’t happen again” she said to the door.    

“Yes, they always say that…” he said to no one in particular as the door closed behind her.



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It was precisely 3:55 pm when Becki slipped the key into the lock of the Freshman Science lab door.  She always arrived first.  Blocking the door with her foot, she pulled her key out, notebook tucked under her arm, and she stepped through the door way.



Startled, her hand slipped off the door knob, and she stopped, midstride.  There was someone sitting at her teaching lectern!  Becki’s first thought was “student rifling a teacher desk”, but something odd checked her first response. This was no student, and as the woman sat there carefully appraising Becki, it was clear her intent was more ominous than rifling a desk.  Despite the polite smile on her face, this woman commanded instantaneous respect and was clearly a woman to fear.  Confused, Becki simply stood there, mouth ajar.



“Do come in, Miss Stewart, I have been expecting you,” she quietly commanded.  Her voice was cheerful and pleasant but there was something decidedly frightening about this perfectly poised and unfailingly polite woman. “Dr. Lewis was right, you are a very punctual professor.  That is a lovely habit,” the woman smiled.  “Now, come here please.”  Instinctively, Becki tentatively approached the lectern from the student side.  She knew her place today was not on the teacher side.  The woman smiled again, her black hair and red lipstick highlighting the pale coolness of her fair skin and intense blue eyes.    She gently tapped the front of the lectern with a ruler.  “Right here, Missy, where we can see each other, face to face.  I’d like us to have a little talk.”  Becki approached, her heart in her throat.  What was going on here?  She was about to find out.



“Well, Miss Rebecca, Dr. Lewis has asked that I attend to some matters regarding your teaching performance,” the woman sweetly smiled, a slight warmth? or was it delight? creeping into the smile.  Her eyes danced as she surveyed the woman standing awkwardly in front of her.  “Something about a lost exam, I believe?  Was that one of the issues?” She seemed to enjoy Becki’s predicament.



Becki gulped and replied, “Yes, it is true, I did lose one of my exam papers.  I am terribly sorry but I don’t know what to do about it.”



The woman laughed and said, “Oh yes, I do believe you are sorry… they all say that. ”  Before Becki could ask what that meant, the woman continued.  “But we will soon see how sorry you really are.  You are aware that compromising exam quality through incompetence is a valid reason for termination?”  Becki’s eyes opened wide as she shook her head no.  “Aww Becki, seriously?  Dr. Lewis has assured me that if anyone knows the instructor handbook, it is you.  Now, let’s try that again.  Are you aware that you can be fired for losing that exam?”  Tears welling up in her eyes, Becki nodded.  “Yes, I am,” she whispered.  “Good,” said the woman. “Now we can come up with some ideas for solving your little problem.” 



She pushed a piece of paper across the lectern to Becki.  “In front of you, you have a disciplinary notice.  You can either accept disciplinary action from me, which you can indicate by checking that little box HERE,” she gave the paper a little tap with her ruler, “or you can accept termination by checking that little box…” she tapped again, “THERE.  Either way, I will need your signature HERE.”  She gave a final tap to a signature line at the bottom of the paper.  “A refusal to sign is the same as a check mark in the ‘termination’ box.  Any questions?”



Each tap of that ruler was a psychological slap.  Stunned, Becki did not know what to say and simply shook her head.  The woman pushed a pen across the desk with her ruler.  “Ink, please.  A formality.  Here you go, now make your choice and let’s be on with it.  Either way, it is your decision.”



Finding her voice, Becki croaked out two words in an almost inaudible voice.  “‘Disciplinary Action’?” she picked up the pen but her had stopped short of the paper, which had her name typed neatly upon it.



The woman smiled brightly.  “‘Disciplinary Action’  I take care of your problem, my way. Once addressed to everyone’s satisfaction, we all move on with a clean slate.  You love your job here, do you not… ‘Professor’… Stewart?”  Becki nodded quickly.  “Then there really isn’t much choice, is there.”  It was a question but it did not require an answer.  Becki checked the discipline box, signed, and dropped the pen as if it were a poisonous snake.  The woman stood up and walked around to the front of the lectern, placing a  finger under Becki’s chin, raising her face and looking coldly into her eyes.  “Miss Rebecca, where have your manners gone?  I am treating you politely and with respect, I certainly expect the same in return. You do understand I can rip this paper up and advise Dr. Lewis that you refused to sign.”  Becki shook her head no, and the woman removed her finger. 



Rebecca bent over and picked up the pen, collected the paper, and presented it to the woman.  “Here, ma’m.  Thank you for giving me a choice.”



The woman smiled happily.  “My pleasure.  Now, if you will please step over here with me.”  The woman walked her over to the far side of a lab bench.   From here, Becki noted the door ajar with dismay.  At least it wasn’t wide open. “Hands on the bench please, straight out in front of you.”  Becki placed her hands forward, elbows on the desk, and looked over her shoulders.  A happy smile had spread across the woman’s face, and a warm flush of color was upon her cheeks.  “Now, no peeking, I want your eyes straight forward.”  Becki nodded and focused her eyes upon the water valve in front of her, the cold of the bench beneath her arms, chest and tummy.  A cool breeze passed her bottom as she felt her black pants lowered, and she focused harder on the valve as her pants fell to the floor.  A gasp escaped her lips as she felt her panties eased down her bottom, then carefully arranged around her lower thighs.  “You do understand that for discipline to be effective, it must be carried out on the bare bottom, right?”  Becki said nothing; her reward was a sharp slap on the bottom.  “Answer me please, quickly, there is no need to make things worse for yourself.”



Becki meekly answered, “Yes, I understand.”  And with that, her fate was sealed.



“Very well.  I will need you to stay in this position until I tell you we are done.  Do you understand?”  Becki nodded.  “Wonderful, I am glad we understand each other so well.”  To Becki’s surprise, the woman walked away and back to the lectern.  Was she supposed to simply bend over here with her bottom out as her punishment?  Her surprise turned to dismay as she watched the woman withdraw a thin whippy cane from the chalk tray.  She stood at the front of the room, testing its flex, as Becki laid there, eyes transfixed, cringing inwardly. 



Satisfied, the woman strode back to her place behind Becki and tapped her tentatively.  “It’s nothing personal, you see.  I have been asked to deal with you, that is all.  Now, what is the magic number? How many tests were you supposed to turn in to Dr. Lewis?” 



Becki cursed her pride in her large class size.  She dully said  “Twenty four.”



“So be it.  24 it is.  I’d like for you to count please…” and the first THWACK fell. 



“One, ma’m…” cried the no longer proud junior professor as her discipline commenced.



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The door to the Freshman Science Lab had been left ajar, noted Dr. Lewis as he strode down the hall.  He paused to listen to the stifled shrieks and gasps emanating from within.  Rebecca was taking her punishment well, he could hear.  The swish, the thwack, the count, slowly marching the red faced woman to 24.  Deciding to have a closer look, he slipped into the lab on the back side, which shared a window with the lab being used.  The safety lights went on, lighting the window, and the woman wielding the cane turned slightly to the window, nodded and smiled, then resumed her work…



After a very long pause, the woman asked Becki to repeat the last stroke count.  “23 you say?  Then we are almost finished with dealing with your lost exam paper.  Now then.  The last one is always the hardest, dear.”  She patted Becki’s bottom for emphasis.  “Please hold still for 24…This is for the missing paper…”   The cane slashed down, and the woman shrieked and bolted upright, clutching her striped bottom.  “24!” she yelled, relieved at having her ordeal ended.



The woman set down her cane and clucked gently.  “Not so fast, Miss Rebecca.  You didn’t think I’d forget?”  The woman was practically giggling as she happily pushed her victim’s shoulders back down upon the cold bench.  Reaching under Becki’s tummy into the book cubby below, the woman withdrew a wood spanking paddle and held it in front of her face, patting her hand with it.  “There is still this matter of your incessant tattletaling that we need to attend to, is that not correct?” Becki sighed, and nodded.  “If you want to tattle like a first grader, then we will deal with that by paddle spanking you like a first grader.  You like to tattle a lot, don’t you?” without waiting for an anwer, the woman said, “Well, I like to paddle a lot, too,” and she gave a little laugh that did not sound funny at all. 



This was going to be a much longer meeting than Becki had anticipated. 



From his position at the window, Professor Lewis noted that Rebecca’s shiny red bottom bounced as delightfully beneath a paddle as it did when she walked.  His dark haired lady friend was not at all shy about laying it on, and looked to be enjoying herself fully.  Rebecca would be bouncing for quite awhile, it appeared.



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In the faculty lounge, the open lab door was the topic of much discussion.  A pile of money was on the table in front of the wagering professors.  “I bet it’s one of John’s teachers… who wants to bet it is Lisa?”  Money flew to the table.  The dark haired woman from the chemistry department piped up.  “I hope it’s that bubble butt goody two shoes he has working for him, I had her as an undergraduate, she is just asking for it and that new hairdo of hers makes me want to spank her myself.”  More money flew to the table as the laughter continued. 



“Where’s John?  Only he can settle this… unless someone wants to go have a look.”  The woman from chemistry stood up and slipped into the windowed lab…



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Her ordeal well over, she had been allowed time to compose herself.  Becki wiped a tear from the corner of her eye as she was dismissed from her meeting.   In a voice that did not ask many questions, the woman called quietly after Becki as she headed for the door, “This room is free at 4 pm Wednesday every week.  I will see you here again next week and we can continue your training.    Do we have an understanding?”



“Yes, and thank you ma’m,” Becki turned and slipped out the door, practically running in to Dr. Lewis.



With a slight smile on his lips, he stared down at her.  “I trust your meeting went well, Rebecca?” he asked the blushing woman standing in front of him.



“Yes sir, it went well enough.  Thank you,” she met his eyes, blushed redder, looked down, and scurried off.



John looked up to see his teacher Nick heading into the recently vacated lab.  He looked at his watch; it was 5:10.  A shame for Nick.



John Lewis headed to his office, closed the door, and retrieved the green envelope.  “Leah Murphy” read the exam paper it contained. 



It would not do to have a thief on his teaching team. John knew Lisa had stolen the paper to get Rebecca in trouble, then apparently felt remorse and returned it “anonymously”.  That was not hard to figure out as she was not clever enough to disguise the handwriting across the flap of the envelope addressing it to “Dr. Lewis”.  The 2 young professors also shared a desk in the same office and she would have been the only person to have had access to the shared key.  Maybe not for long, but for this week, Lisa had done a good job.


(part 2 tomorrow)
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Well, I’ve gone and done it now.


I’ve sprained/jammed/otherwise-injured my wrist. The left one. The SPANKING one.

You’ll forgive my occasional typing error,  as I’m currently alternately icing my hand and cursing a lot while typing one-right-hand-fingered .

The truth is, I didn’t injure my wrist. The cats did. Really only one of them, but since I’m in a relative amount of discomfort, I’ve decided to blame them all, as a whole, for the sins of one: Tahoe, the Milk Beggar.

The cats know that I am a total slave to them, and they exercise that knowledge my meowing piteously every time I enter the kitchen for coffee in the morning. They know what the milk carton looks like, they know my routine, and THEY WANT MILK.

Tahoe, in particular, has a long, multi-octave beg sound that could crush the hardest of hearts. She also has a nasty habit of darting between and under my feet in an all out, blatant attempt to take me down, thus having full access to the spilled milk carton while my broken body cools nearby. She’s a bitch like that.

This morning, I was in no mood for pouring kitty milk into multiple shallow containers, microwaving them each for 18seconds to take off the chill, and then watching them for ten minutes to make sure that no spontaneous slapfights would occur…so I ignored their meowing and got on with the business of my second cup of coffee. As soon as I walked toward the refrigerator, Tahoe was underfoot, doing her best impersonation of a cat who wants desperately to be kicked at 8:30 am. Lucky for her, I have a strict moral code about kicking the living hell out of anything other than another human being, so I two-stepped around her toward the counter, saying “No kitty milk today”.

Her response was, verbatim “That’s it, human slave. You had your chance. Now we’re going to do this my way.”

At which point she somehow managed to wrap herself around both my ankles six times in less than half a second, pitching me forward at approximately three hundred miles an hour. I caught myself against the counter with one palm, wrist bent back, and managed to somehow stay upright while still holding the milk carton. There was no pop, no slicing pain, and no visible damage – but the damn thing started swelling immediately and now looks a little like a human hand balloon.

While I’m not certain, I think that this would be considered a Bad Thing. What exactly does a spanker do with a jacked-up spanking hand, hmm? I’d ask Tahoe, but she doesn’t seem to care.


– Dana 

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