<Jessica’s POV>
All my life I have lived with great regret and remorse for the things I have done in my past. Things I have never been punished for. I was a true juvenile delinquent with a record and everything. Not that I am proud of it, maybe a little, I do feel bad for what I did and it makes me sad that no one ever did anything. I mean I was never disciplined for my actions.
One of my favorite memories, I mean things I regret doing happened when I was a sophomore in high school. At the time I was failing all of my classes except for gym. The reason I was not failing gym is because my gym teacher Mrs. S was also my guidance councilor. Mrs. S referred to me as her problem child because if there was something that went wrong, vandalized or a crime was committed chances are my name was brought up on a short list of who may be guilty.
So I was in an angry space after learning I was basically failing out of sophomore year and I had English class first thing in the morning with the very clueless Ms. Matthews. She was a bit of a space cadet. I use to go to class early and meet up with my friend Kevin and we would change our grades in her grade book, rearrange her desk and do anything we could to mess with her. Well during this quarter we were learning about Julius Caesar (YUCK!) We had to read a play about him and while in class listen to the play on tape. The tape sounded like this: “Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous” I mean WTF! Can you imagine sitting there and listening to this for an hour?
As luck should have it that day the box of tapes where on her desk and Kevin and I were the only ones there. I said to Kevin “Let’s get rid of Julius? But where to dump Julie???” “Ohhh Kevin said how about out the window?” Yes! Yes! Brilliant I thought. Just as we were throwing Julius out the the second floor window into the bushes it started to rain then pour, then pour and lighting. The tapes were ruined.
We dumped the box in the back of the classroom as people started to come in. Ms. Matthews came in and realized right away that Julius was missing. I thought for sure no one saw us but someone did. Someone ratted on us and we were in big trouble.
To make matters worse I was also found out about some walls I wrote on about certain teachers and possible things they might have done. (LOL)
The funny part is everything I did got reported to Ms. S who always threatened to paddle me but never did. She even took out the paddle and waved it around and yelled at me but she never used it. Silly woman, didn’t she know that I was pushing her buttons just for that reason.
<Suzanne’s POV>
When I heard Jessica’s little story of juvenile delinquency and disrespect, I knew that she was long overdue for some good old fashioned correction, so I sent her an email in the tone of her gym teacher / guidance counselor telling her that she that she would need to come to my office first thing in the morning .
I dressed as much like a gym teacher as I could remember, jogging suit with a tank top, running shoes and my hair pulled back in a simple pony tail. It definitely did the trick, I could tell she was at least a bit surprised when she arrived and came up the stairs. I definitely like catching her off guard.
Once inside I motioned for her to have a seat and asked her if she knew why she was here. She stammered a bit but said “yes”. I asked her if she thought that getting a week off school was an appropriate punishment for what she had done and she said “uh huh”. I laughed replied; “Personally I never really understood the concept of giving a kid time off school for bad behavior. It seems more like a reward than a punishment if you ask me!” She laughed agreeing that that did seem kind of dumb but she was glad for it. I was less amused. I told her that: “Sadly as school officials in America that we were somewhat restricted in the types of discipline we can dish out and that it is a damn shame that this isn’t the UK where they still believed in caning kids for naughtiness! “Spare the Rod and spoil the child”you know!” (although I am sure that is no longer true.) Her eyes got a little wider anyway. I went on: “I am sick of the way the kids in this day and age were disrespecting their elders, and destroying public and school property and that it was about time something was done to stop this sort of behavior, isn’t it?.” Her expression shouted “Yeah right lady, what are you going to do about it?!” It was definitely time to wipe that defiant smirk off her bratty little face.
[some of the images used in this story have been “borrowed” from the internet and do not depict persons in the story]
I told her to stand up and step towards my desk. She did. Then I quickly stood up and pushed her down across my desk bent over at the waist and worked her jeans down to her knees, leaving her panties in place. I told her that her punishment was going to continue until I was convinced that she was really and truly sorry and that she would do her best to change her errant ways.
I lifted my hand high and came down soundly on her right ass cheek. She let out the most adorable yelp of surprise mixed with pain and her expression was wide eyed in wonder that I would actually lay a hand on her! I lifted my hand again, just a little higher and came down a bit harder on her other ass cheek. She yelped again and squirmed, trying to stand up but I kept my left hand on her upper back, pinning her to my desk. She launched into a little rant about how I was going to be in big trouble when her parents found out. “Would that be close to the amount of trouble you’ll be in when I tell them why you were being punished in the first place? Perhaps it’s time I reported your crime to the police. Because destroying school property IS A CRIME young lady and a serious one at that!” She stopped squirming.
“That’s right you little brat. I bet your parents don’t believe in spanking do they? They probably take away your phone privileges or restrict your internet time or something like that, don’t they?” I continued spanking her moderately hard. She was flustered and stammering that her parents would never strike her and that they just tell her they are disappointed in her and make her promise to do better next time. She giggled slightly in spite of the spanking so I spanked her next three strikes harder and faster. She started yelping again. “Clearly, their method is not teaching you proper respect Jessica!”
Her ass was beginning to show some truly lovely signs of my attention. It was flushed hot pink and I could feel heat coming off her sweet tender flesh. I have to admit here secretly that I was really enjoying spanking her. There was something so sexy about the way she was squirming and whimpering, about the way her smooth, creamy flesh felt under my hand, (which was also beginning to sting quite a bit), I was actually starting to “get off” a bit on her yelps, moans, and protests. Yes, it was definitely getting hot in here and now I wanted to feel her a little more up close and personal. The time had come to take her over the knee. (OTK)
<Jessica’s POV>
The next thing I knew I was told to stand up. I thought maybe we were done and this was all just a scare. NOPE! She grabbed my wrist and said come with me. Out the room we went into a hallway. She then opened a door which is a walk in closet filled with wooden paddles, leather paddles, bamboo sticks, rulers, it was blinding. They were all different shapes and sizes. There they all were hanging on hooks on the wall of the walk in closet that went far back quite a ways. If that wasn’t enough there were at least 3 – 6 on an individual hook alone.
She quickly used her free hand to grab a bunch of implements. I was then pushed into the closet and told to choose 4 implements. I had no idea what to do. If I touched one she would say “Nope not that one!.” If I touched another she would laugh and if I then moved away from it she would say “Too bad you chose it, ha ha.”
Between the two of us I had no idea how many implements she had. She then instructed me to hold out my arms. It was at that moment that I felt and heard the heaviness of the implements as she piled them neatly for me to carry. It sounded like baseball bats clinking together. Not to mention this was not easy, my jeans were around my knees and I was shuffling not waking and now I had her precious punishment tools to carry. I dare not drop one or trip as I tried to keep up with her as she pulled me along.
She brought me into another room it was kind of scary I had no idea what was going to happen. She sat down on a low platform and removed the implements from my arms and placed them gently next to her. Without looking at me she grabbed my wrist again. It happened so fast, there was no way I could get away, and all at once I was laying face down across her lap.
I could not see a thing but the wall in front me. I could not move. One of her arms was firmly across my waist the other was across my bottom. I tried to move forward a bit and she just pulled me back. I tried to move to the side but I could not. I was trapped! Yet I then had the strangest feeling of excitement as I was lying there. The excitement of not knowing what was going to happen next and the fact I was being held so tight over her lap. It was a crazy feeling. It was fear and pleasure all in one.
The next sound was her announcing “Now” and she yanked my panties down which I not only felt but heard. There I was lying across her lap for a bare bottom spanking. All dignity had just gone out the window. I was helpless like a small child. I tried to protest but that was when the first “Whack” came down from her hand. My bottom was on fire. I could feel it was so swollen and it was throbbing I wasn’t sure if I could take anymore. My mind was racing with thoughts of : What happens if it is so bad and she won’t stop? If I cry a lot will she feel bad? I was panicking and I had to get a grip if I was going to get through this. I had to do something!
<Suzanne’s POV>
I could feel her squirming in my lap as I continued spanking her hot bare bum, but the squirming was beginning to “feel” different. Yes, it was still clear that she was not exactly comfortable but something was telling me that she wasn’t actually hating this as much as she tried to make me believe. There was definitely a part of her that was beginning to get kind of turned on by all of this and I wanted to see how far I could push that part.
My hand was as hot and sore as her as now and so it was time to start using some of the lovely implements I had her help me select. First up, one of my favorites! The classic wooden hairbrush. This one has a lovely smooth back surface and soft boar’s hair bristles. I rest the smooth, cool wood on her hot ass for a moment and I feel her gasp. Lovely! I lift it moderately high, take aim, and bring it down hotly on her right ass cheek. (Being right handed as I am, that side is ALWAYS going to bear the brunt of things- lol) She let out another of those lovely yelps of which I was growing so very fond. Again, left cheek this time. She started protesting “no no no, stop, please, I’m sorry” but she was not nearly as sorry as I wanted her to be. Not nearly as sorry as she would be soon enough.
I continued relentlessly, mercilessly, striking her again and again, changing implements here and there for effect or just to switch things up. She squirmed and cursed and yelled. She called me names, she threatened, she feigned an apology and “swore” halfheartedly to be good, but none of it sounded quite sincere enough for me just yet. But then I decided to stand her up, bent her over and told her to grab her ankles as I pulled out my bamboo ruler!
<Jessica’s POV>
Being asked to bend over and hold my ankles was hard enough, taking the ruler was something I never imagined. The ruler’s sting was unbelievable. I could actually feel my bottom get hotter and hotter with each stroke. Before long it felt as if I sat on a hot stove.
She lectured me as she was punishing me mercilessly. I could hear what she was saying. All I could do is nod for it was too much to speak and feel the pain of the ruler. The mistress was right, I would never forget this punishment. The mistress was right about everything.
There was nothing left for me to do but surrender. All at once it happened the pain of the bamboo ruler was too much I burst out into tears and began to sob and say I was sorry. I really meant it too.
All at once it ended. I was stood up and hugged. Meanwhile my bottom felt like it was on fire, actual fire. I could feel the welts it was hard to move at all. Mistress was very kind as she explained that she cared about me and wanted to help me through this difficult over due punishment.
Mistress left me to get a glass of water for me and some tissues. I felt a little better but not much. I looked around as she was gone and noticed that damn ruler. To my right was an open window and it was raining outside as luck should have it. Mmmm should I or shouldn’t I? What would you do?
