"Does everyone have
a quarter to get in?"
"Yes, Ms. Brown,"
we all answered in unison.
"Does anyone have
to go to the bathroom before we leave?"
"No, Ms. Brown,"
our chorus responded.
"Good, now get in
the bus and no fighting. The first kid that misbehaves will have
to deal with me."
I wasn't worried. Her
threat wasn't aimed at me or any of the other girls. We know how
to behave. It's the boys that always act up and get us into trouble,
especially Billy. He's always in trouble.
I was looking forward
to this field trip. Not that museums are all that exciting, but
they sure do beat sitting in the classroom all day. I hope that
Billy doesn't do anything to spoil the day. I was happy that he
was not sitting near me on the bus.
It didn't take us long
to get on the road, and it didn't take us long before we were all
singing, and it didn't take Billy long to start singing silly words
to the songs and singing off key and making it hard to keep singing.
After a while, we all gave up and just started talking.
We had just gotten on
the main road when I heard Sally say, "Hey. Stop that!"
A couple of minutes later I heard her again, "Billy, cut it
out!" I had no idea what was happening until Helen yelled out,
"Ms. Brown, Billy's messing Sally's book bag."
"Knock it off, Billy,"
Ms. Brown said sternly. "Don't make me turn the bus around."
That quieted us down
quite a bit except for us girls who were giggling.
I was enjoying looking
out the window at the farms and trees and mountains along side the
highway when I saw that Ms. Brown was checking her rearview mirror
a lot. "Billy, sit down!" she barked.
Another couple of miles
down the road, I could hear another commotion from the back of the
bus. Helen, our ever-vigilant tattletale made the report, "Ms.
Brown, Billy's fighting with Gary."
"Billy, cut that
out right now, and sit down. Don't make me stop this bus."
This was turning out
to be a very unhappy trip.
We hadn't even made it
to the next exit when Helen cried out, "Ms. Brown, Billy's
Ms. Brown said nothing,
but slowed the bus and pulled off the next exit. I wondered why
she did this. We were in the middle of nowhere. The museum was in
the city. She stopped at the end of the ramp and turned into a gas
station. "Do we need gas?" I wondered. We never had to
Instead of pulling up
to the pumps, Ms. Brown pulled the bus off to the side. She turned
to me and said, "Ann, you're in charge here. Don't let anyone
off the bus."
She got out, walked to
the back door, opened it, and crooked her finger and wiggled it
in a "come with me" motion at Billy. "Get out, Billy.
We are going to settle this right now." Billy looked at the
rest of us with that smug look that he always has like he's saying,
"Hah, she can't do anything to me."
Well, he was wrong. She
pulled him over to the side of the building. At first I couldn't
hear her because the windows were closed. So I opened them so the
rest of the kids and me could hear. I managed to catch the following,
last time you are going to misbehave in my bus. You
are going to get a spanking right now."
"No way," Billy
Before I knew what happened,
Ms. Brown had Billy's arm pinned behind his back. She reached around
front with her other hand, undid Billy's belt, unsnapped his pants
and pulled them down! His underwear came with it! I could see his
naked butt and that wasn't all. I could see EVERYTHING.
Ms. Brown pulled the
belt from his pants and started spanking his behind with it. How
The reaction on the bus
was entirely different. At first we sat there in stunned silence.
Then us girls started giggling as Billy's pants came down, but once
Ms. Brown started spanking him, we all cheered, even the boys.
We all laughed as we
watched Billy try to dance only he couldn't because his pants were
down around his ankles.
Ms. Brown didn't stop
spanking him until his rear end was all read, and Billy was crying
like anything, and begging her to stop and promising her that he
would be good.
When it was all over,
Billy stood there rubbing his sore behind, not even trying to cover
up his front.
"Have you learned
your lesson?" Ms. Brown asked.
Billy just nodded.
"We're not going
to have any more trouble on my bus are we?"
"Good, now get your
ass back on my bus."
Billy went to pull up
"Oh no you don't,"
Ms. Brown admonished, "You're making the rest of this trip
We all laughed at Billy
as he shuffled his way back to the bus. I have no idea how it must
have felt for him. Physically, that is. The seats were hard and
scratchy. That could not have felt good on his red hiney.
His face was almost as
red as his hiney. I know I would have been embarrassed to death
if I got spanked in front of all my friends. I don't think that
Ms. Brown really hurt him that much, but he cried for the rest of
the trip. I sort of felt bad for him, but it was nice to see him
get what he deserved.
He was so well behaved
in the museum and on the way home, but by the next morning, there
wasn't a kid in school that hadn't heard the story of "Billy's