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Teacher's
Pet
I met Elaine at the
highschool as I represented my company during career day. Standing
about 5-foot-4, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes; dressed femininely,
yet professionally in a white ruffled blouse, just-over-the-knee
black skirt, and matching low-heeled pumps: I couldn't keep from
staring at her. My heart leapt when she accepted my offer for a
date.
During the post-date
coffee at her place, she told me that she came from a family of
teachers: her great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother were also
teachers. She reminisced, "Education has certainly changed since
the turn of the century. For the most part, the changes were for
the better, but in some areas, education had taken a step backwards:
particularly in the area of discipline. 90 years ago, behavior problems
were dealt with immediately, and on-the-spot."
"My great-grandmother
always mentioned that children were much more respectful in her
day. It was rare that any student, even boys would 'act up' It was
virtually unheard of for a girl to get in trouble for any reason."
Elaine sighed while
delivering these words. "I envy my great-grandmother. I wish I could
discipline some of my unruly students. A good spanking would do
some of them some good."
I got excited. It's
not every day that I run into a woman interested in corporal punishment.
My ears picked up at the phrase "good spanking" -- I mean, is there
any other kind? I had to seize the opportunity before it evaporated.
"What would you do if
there were no school board, no parents with lawyers on retainer,
no ACLU?"
She smiled evilly. "I'd
get one of those bastards, pull down his pants, bare his ass, and
paddle him red until he cried."
"He ... him ... his
..." I thought, "Her interest is spanking boys."
"Well obviously you
don't get a chance to do that!" I said aloud.
"No I don't." She said,
biting off each word. "It's so God-dammed frustrating."
"Would you like to take
out your frustrations somewhere else?"
Answering her blank
look I responded,. "Elaine, I'm offering you my ass to spank if
you want."
If she planned to feign
indignation, she thought better of it. Instead, she smiled and chirped,
"Sure, why not?"
She took her role immediately.
"Bobby," she said, knowing I preferred to be called Rob, "Get over
here. You've been a naughty boy and you deserve your punishment."
I looked at her stern
face as she ordered, "Drop them now, and assume your proper position
over my knee."
Within seconds, I was
naked across her lap.
"Count them," she said,
landing her palm on my ass firmly.
"One, two ..." I looked
in the mirror and saw her smiling face "... twenty-three, twenty-
four, twenty-five."
"There," she said, "that's
enough for now. It's just a little something for you to remember
your manners by."
I'd remember them all
right! I also remember how satisfying the sex was that night. I'd
promised to have her palm on my ass again often.
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