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(I know, I said from the get-go, I wasn’t going to do a school story. I was going to do a summer one, no matter what! Well, these characters just popped into my head, and begged for a little action, so I had to oblige. All characters have agreed to be “used” in this forum. 🙂 And I even found some cool visuals to go with the piece. Enjoy!)
Katherine sat at her little desk twirling her blonde hair between two fingers, scowling at her best friend, Corinne, who was happily scribbling out a rough draft.
The first day of class at Saint Larrup’s school for authors was proving not only to be boring and unproductive, but also frustrating as all hell.
“How’s your character sketches coming, authors?” The handsome, stern teacher, Mr. Sterling called from the front of the room.
“It’d be a lot better if someone wasn’t stealing my men.” Katherine grumbled and kicked Corinne’s feet.
“Ungh! What was that for,” Corinne glared and whispered.
“You know I wanted the hot 32 year blond werewolf hunk for my petite brunette pixie.” Katherine said angrily.
“Well,” Corinne smiled sweetly, “I’m using a 32 year old blond fireman for my petite brunette lawyer. It’s completely different. Suck it up, whiner.”
“Yeah, Katherine, completely different. One’s contemporary, the other’s, what the hell do you call a mixture of paranormal and fantasy anyway.” Their friend, Adaline laughed.
A long ruler cracked down on Adaline’s desk, startling all the women.
“Ladies. Eyes on your papers, mouths closed, please,” The assistant professor, Miss Pandora Blake, gave them a firm scold.
Katherine’s cheeks flushed red, hating being called out in front of the whole class.
Natasha stifled a giggle, and shook her head.
“Goody goody.” Katherine nudged Natasha’s seat, tapping her plaid backside with her saddle shoes. “You know, you don’t always have to sit up front.” Katherine whispered.
“Good girls always sit up front,” Natasha winked.
“Good girl, my a—“
“How’s the sketch coming, Ms. Deane?” Mr. Sterling‘s cool eyes bore into Katherine’s, and she hiccupped nervously. “Working on it, sir.”
Grrr! Katherine crumpled up her page of scribbled paper, and tossed it aside. Unfortunately, it popped off Corinne’s head.
“What now?” Corinne rolled her eyes and glared.
“I have writer’s block. I can’t write anything now.” She huffed under her breath, and turned her attention back to her empty paper when Mr. Sterling turned her way again.
When both the handsome professor and his sexy assistant teacher were well into a quiet conversation about dialog tags, Katherine handed Corinne a note.
Give me the blond hottie!!!!!!!
Hell No! 🙂 came the written reply
And you swallow, 🙂 🙂 🙂 Corinne giggled when she passed the note back, infuriating Katherine even more.
“I need my own hottie!” Katherine hissed.
“You need to learn share!” Corinne whispered, getting angry.
“You need to ‘pants’ more.” Katherine glared.
Adaline giggled. “Ooh, the pantser’s on a roll!”
“Well,” huffed Corinne, “You could try a little plot outlining once in a while instead of calling me at one am to tell me about all your ideas.”
“I need to talk them out!” Katherine barely kept her angry words as a whisper.
“Pantser and a plotter, sitting in a tree…” Adaline sang.
“Ooh,” Renee Rose leaned in, excited, “You two should kiss!”
Casey McKay grumbled, “Just get the fight over with already before you get us all in trouble.”
“Fine.” Corinne smiled. “I’m just going to plot out the best way to use my blond hottie.”
“Arrrrgh!” Katherine stood in a rage, and grabbed Corinne’s dark ponytail, and yanked.
Corinne stood and both women faced off in a showdown of vicious dialog tag comments and hair pulling.
All hell broke loose.
“Fight, fight, fight!” Casey jumped onto the top of her desk with a loud “Woohoo! Elbow her in the chest! Yeah!”
Tara shook her head, smiling. “That’s a fret.”
Renee and Adaline broke into loud peals of laughter, and egged on the two women as Casey worked the class into frenzied shouts. She had just started the class on a huge stadium wave, when a loud piercing whistle cut through the classroom.
A very angry teacher folded his arms across his chest, glaring at the women in the center of the room.
“Who started this?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet, and very scary.
All hands in the room pointed to Katherine and Corinne.
“If you ask me, sir, I think you should plug them both.” Natasha gave an angelic smile of perfect white teeth, and handed him two silicone plugs from her backpack.
His incredulous look, caused her to shrug as she smiled. “I carry them with me wherever I go. You know never know when you might need one.”
“Plug them! Plug them! Plug them!” Casey jumped up and down and shouted in a frenzy, until Mr. Smith took her by the ear.
He led her to a corner in the classroom, swatting her bottom. “No more getting everyone worked up, Ms. McKay. This is not a derby match.” He swatted the back of her plaid skirt. “You stay here, quietly.”
He worked his way back to the center of the room, and all eyes looked to the floor, except for Tara Finnegan’s.
“Oy, Teach! I need to use the jacks.” (Irish slang for using the restroom) She stood and grinned at the large man in front of her.
“I think, Ms. Finnegan,” he glanced at the pack of cigarettes hanging in her lacy, black garter belt. Her plaid skirt was two inches shorter than the rest of her classmates showing off her cigarettes and accentuating her killer black combat boots. “that a trip to the bathroom has nothing to do with using the facilities.”
“Ah, feck! Sure look it.” (acceptable Irish response for pretty much anything) She winked.
He gave her a quick swat across the back of her short skirt, before she left the room.
“It seems some other young ladies are in need of a refresher course in school etiquette.” He addressed the class. “Ms. Scott,” he called out to the new exchange student, Erica Scott, who was still in the other corner, holding her skirt above her waist, her bottom blooming red, “Please explain to the class your experience with the lexan paddle.”
She winced and rubbed her red cheeks. “On a scale of one to five, sir, I would call it a 4.5. That mother hurt.”
“We’ll conclude your session after class, Ms. Scott. Please pull up your panties, and return to your desk.
“Ms. Alexander, Ms. Deane, front and center.”
“Did you forget this class uses corporal punishment?” Corinne whispered to Katherine as they marched to the front of the room.
“I forgot about that. Nuts!” Katherine scowled.
“Ladies, please bend over and place your hands on the desk.” He said, pulling the long wooden paddle from the wall.
He rolled up their plaid skirts, so their cotton panties were in view for everyone to see.
“What have we here?” He patted Katherine’s backside.
Gah! Katherine had forgotten about the white panty rule. “Um, they’re Underdog, sir.” She flushed.
“Are these the appropriate apparel for St. Larrup’s school uniform.” He patted her panties, squeezing her left cheek.
“N-no, sir.” She shuddered.
“Well. They will just have to come off.” He stripped them down her legs faster than she could say Sweet Polly Purebred, and the cool air rushed between her bottom cheeks.
He nudged her feet apart, and she knew her classmates were now getting a full view of every bit of her most intimate parts. Gawd, how embarrassing!
“How many strokes should these naughty girls get for disrupting class?” He asked aloud.
“Fifty! And the plugs!” Natasha’s breathless voice squealed.
He took Natasha by the ear, and placed her in the corner, “Nose right here, Ms. Knight. And not another word about plugs.”
Natasha groaned as he swatted her hard and positioned her, giving her a few more hard swats. “I’ll deal with you after class, Ms. Knight. Bring your plugs.”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded and pressed her nose to the corner.
“All right, ladies, are you ready for your paddling?”
He asked the question to Corinne and Katherine, but it was Adeline’s excited “Oh yeah! Spankings, then oral sex!” that left the class in titters.
“Come here, Ms. Raine. We have another corner for you.” Miss Blake said, pressing Adeline’s nose into the third corner while peppering her rear end with the ruler.
Mr. Sterling turned to the class, his dark eyes aggressive and dominant, causing all the women to lower their eyes and shiver.
Renee was the only one who seemed angry about the whole incident, sitting cross armed with her mouth set in a firm line as she watched him stride toward the bottoms he was about to heat.
“I’m the one with the hot school girl pic for my avatar.” She mumbled.
“Do you have a problem with this, Ms. Rose?”
“No. Sir.” She bit out and glared at him sullenly.
He picked up the paddle again, and tapped Corinne’s pantied bottom softly, caressing it gently, before bringing it down in a sharp loud crack.
She flinched and shuffled on her feet.
He brought the paddle down again, twice more, and she groaned and pressed her cheek into the hard wood desk.
When Katherine felt the cool wood tap her already bare bottom, she clenched involuntarily.
“Relax.” He said, tapping the underside of her cheeks until she softened. “Rear up a bit more, please, Ms. Deane.”
She pressed her bottom up, and held her breath, waiting for the hard wood to make impact.
The sound startled her before the searing pain seeped into her nether regions.
He struck both cheeks hard and fast, and she choked on a breath.
The heat built in her poor bottom quickly as he paddled her quick and hard, leaving no part of her white bare bottom untouched.
Her howls and pleading fell on deaf ears as he paddled her hard, again and again, until she sagged over the desk, sobbing.
She could barely hear Corinne’s yelps and cries over her own labored breaths.
Oh my gosh, this dreadful teacher had ravaged her ass! And now he was doing the same to her best friend.
“Stop!” She called out, and the loud cracks of the paddle ceased. “It’s my fault.” Katherine cried, turning her tear filled eyes toward her best friend. “You can have the blond hottie. I’ll pick someone different.”
“No, it’s okay. You take him I can always plot out something different.” Corinne sniffled and reached for her hand.
“Or,” their teacher’s voice cut in smoothly as he stroked both their sore bottom cheeks. “You could work together on a tandem story. You could mix your pantsing with Corinne’s plotting.”
Natasha giggled from her corner, “You could call it plantsing, sir.” This received a few good girl swats with his palm.
“Best idea I’ve heard all day,” Katherine groaned as she placed her hands onto her sore hot bottom. “May we go back to work, sir?”
“Yes, you may.” He patted them each one last time, pulled up Katherine’s panties, and unfolded both of their short skirts.
“Ladies, you may all return to your desks.” He addressed the women in the corners.
Katherine thought she heard Natasha mumble something about butt plugs, as she, Adaline and Casey returned to their desks.
“All right, class. We are going to stop character sketches and work on a new project, outlining a story. Here’s your premise.”
He wrote in big block letter on the chalk board, and the entire class groaned and flushed when they read the subject.
“Well, isn’t that the bomb sauce?” Muttered Renee from behind Katherine.
Mr. Sterling smiled.
“I almost forgot the visual cue. Ms. Blake …?” He led his assistant to the center of the room and sat her in a hard backed chair facing the classroom.
He pointed at Renee and gave her a knowing smile. “Care to do the honors, Miss Rose?”
“My panties are already down,” she said, taking his hand, as he led her to the seated assistant.
“Over Miss Blake’s lap, please.”
The class watched Renee position herself over the assistant’s lap, smiling from ear to ear.
“All right class, let’s begin. “
Miss Blake raised her hand, preparing for the first strike on Renee’s upturned, bare bottom, and everyone leaned forward in anticipation of the visual that would get them all writing, happily.
Excited students clamored outside the door, fighting over a tiny peek through the window.
“Man,” Sarah Young pouted, “I am so taking that class next year!”
So in keeping with today’s kinky / spanky theme 🙂 if you could choose a celebrity to dress up (this is fictitious, of course!) in school girl or boy attire, and receive a sound spanking from an ‘oh so stern’ teacher, whom would you choose?
Hehe, I’ve already made some of my choices today. But I still have more in mind. 😉 How about you?
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