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Username: Johnstern31
Post Number: 3
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 13, 2006 - 01:17 am: | 
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Marion Hegarty slammed her textbook shut with relief when the bell rang. It was louder than she'd meant for it to be, much louder. Ms. England fixed her eyes on the 30 year old student, causing her stomach to clench. Marion's mind raced quickly through the possibilities. Ms. England shook her head sternly, but took no further action. Marion got to her feet cautiously, suddenly conscious that she was exposing herself as she did so. She stuffed her book and notebook into her bag hurriedly and walked quickly towards the door.
Ms. England was waiting at the door by this point, saying good afternoon to her departing students. Marion slowed as she approached her. She wanted to dash past, but she also didn't want to get any nearer to the woman. She imagined the possibilities... Ms. England delivering a sharp slap on her bottom as she passed... Ms. England grabbing her by the ear, pulling her out of line and... “First of all,” she thought angrily to herself, “It's my ass! A-S-S... 'Bottom!' When I was 10 maybe.” She reflected briefly on the way her jeans fit. It was definitely an ass. “And 'Ms. England...' I'm old enough to have babysat her, and I bet her parents would have let me spank her skinny little bottom!” She thought quickly of belts and hairbrushes and switches being employed in the task. Nonetheless, as she passed the teacher into the safety of the hall, she was scampering more than anything. And her goodbye came out a bit squeaky.
Once around the corner, the crowd of students thinned to nothing. School was out for the day. She stopped at the water fountain. It must have been designed for ten year olds, though this was a high school, because she had to bend slightly to drink. She let the water run on her lips for few seconds, catching her breath. Her reverie was interrupted by a heavy smack on the left hip pocket of her jeans.
Marion jumped up and turned around all in one motion, her hands flying back to protect the target area. “Sorry, Ms...” she started... then stopped abruptly. “Dammit, Jen, you scared... I thought... Ow!” she rubbed her bottom --- dammit, her ass!--- a bit, dramatically.
Jennifer Cho, her friend and coworker, and now her fellow student, was holding her French textbook in one hand. And laughing. “Please don't spank my bare bottom, Ms. English,” she mock-pleaded, her normally husky voice rising an octave or two. “Not in front of the whole class!”
Marion punched her in the shoulder. “Dammit Jen!”
Suddenly the classroom door across the hall swung open. A tall, slender, dark haired woman emerged. It took Marion a second to notice the long wooden paddle she held in her right hand. The woman stared at them.
“Ladies, school may be out, but that does not give you the right to carry on in the hall. I'm conducting detention right now, and I will not have this commotion out here.” She shook the paddle for emphasis.
Marion couldn't even speak. Jennifer saved them, Marion thought. “Yes ma'am. We're sorry ma'am. It's our first day. It won't happen again.”
The woman stared hard at them, her eyes running up and down their bodies. Mostly down. Marion swallowed. “Extension students, are you?” asked the woman.
“Yes ma'am,” said Jennifer. She made a little motion that reminded Marion of the start of a curtsy.
“Well...” said the woman, considering. “I have a rather full class right now, so I'll let it go this time. But I'll have my eye on you. You may be, what, 30 years old, but you're not too old to have your pants pulled down and your bare bottoms bent over my desk and paddled the next time I catch you cutting up in the halls. Is that understood?” Marion felt her face burn red and her knees draw together.
Jennifer saved them again. “Yes ma'am. It won't happen again, ma'am.”
The woman took a half step towards them, considering again. Then she gave her left hand a hearty swat with the paddle. The crack brought Marion's knees together again. “See that it doesn't, ladies.” With that she marched back into her classroom, slamming the door behind her. Jennifer and Marion heard muffled shouting from the room.
Jennifer saved her for a third time, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards the nearest exit. Marion cocked her ears back as she walked away, and sure enough, she could hear a muffled but familiar crack...crack...crack from the room.
Neither woman looked back until they'd arrived at Jennifer's car. Jennifer collapsed theatrically against the door. This exposed her to a little revenge from Marion.
Whack! “Please, ma'am, I'll be a good girl, ma'am... Not my little hiney!” she mocked. It was Jennifer's turn to whirl around and rub.
“You owe me!” Jennifer told her. “You owe me! Every second you spend sitting down for the next day you owe me. Do you know who that was?”
“Who?” asked Marion, her customary boldness returning now that she was outside of that place. “Was she going to spank your little bottom? Was she going to give you an ouchie on your hiney?”
Jennifer shook her head. She wasn't laughing. “Marion, seriously, that's Whackie Heinze. I went through Jane's yearbook with her to get ready.” Jennifer's cousin had graduated from Hilldale last year. “Jane said she spanks twice as hard as any of the teachers at the school, and four times as eagerly. I saw Jane's butt a couple of times after Whackie got her, and trust me, you owe me.”
Marion let this information sink in. Their coworker Abbey had attended Hilldale a few years previously, and the subject of Whackie Heinze and her paddle had featured prominently in her remembrances. And she'd showed pictures. Maybe because of digital cameras. Marion wondered if she would have kept a record. She couldn't decide.
Jennifer was really getting going. “So I save you from getting your tail blistered, and what do you do? Make fun of me and smack my ass. It's payback time. Put your hands on the hood!”
Marion wasn't sure why she did it. She and Jennifer were good friends and fun was fun, but this was pretty new territory. Relief maybe, and a growing understanding of the narrowness of her escape that had made her knees wobbly again. It was good to lean on something.
“Stick it out!” commanded Jennifer. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Two on each cheek. Bun. Half of her ass, damn it. Then a quick, nice little rub.
A couple of other students at the other end of the parking lot were watching. Jennifer waved cheerfully as they got in the car.
“God, I thought I was going to get it,” said Marion, once the car was moving. “I can't believe I made it through the whole class... First I didn't have a pen... Then I lost my place when it was time to read... Then the book...”
“I can't believe you didn't,” said Jennifer. Three women.. girls... women? Women... had been brought up to the front of the classroom and had their pants pulled down for a taste of Ms. England's hand. Four had been sent to the office, including one of the ones who'd had a previous spanking.
“It looks like she does it pretty hard,” said Marion, nervously.
“Mmm...” agreed Jennifer. There had been a lot of wiggling. “That one that got spanked and then sent to the office? Monica? She's a teacher there I think.”
Marion laughed at this. “The teacher getting sent to the principal's? That's great. That's really fair, when you think about it. At least she knows what it feels like.” Monica had the seat in front of Marion, and she hadn't been very eager to take it when she'd returned to the class.
“Ms. England seems pretty enthusiastic about her work,” said Jennifer.
“She's really enthusiastic about the paddle,” said Marion. She deepened her own southern accent to match Ms. England's. “When Ah was in school, mah teachers would have taken a board to my bottom for that. Yer getting' off pretty easily with just a spankin'!” The woman being lectured, a tall English girl, hadn't seemed to feel she was so lucky, but then it was a little hard to feel all that lucky with your bare bottom squirming over someone's knee. Ass. With your bare ASS over someone's knee.
“You ever get paddled in school?” Jennifer asked her. Her voice sounded a bit unnatural.
Marion giggled a little. “Florida.. Yeah, a few times. Quite a few times. Youch. What about you?”
Jennifer giggled back. “California. I had to wait til I got home. My mom had a belt. Talk about youch!”
Marion grinned sympathetically. “Mine liked to use a switch. Or whatever she could reach, really.”
There was a pause, each thinking their separate thoughts. Marion broke the silence. “Why am I taking this class again?”
Jennifer laughed. “Well, you want to learn French enough to meet a French guy, and you want to get an hour off of work each afternoon. I'm not sure why I'm taking it though.”
Marion sighed. “I'm going to GET it. I know I am.” |
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