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
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.