My first ever spanking happened when I was nine, I broke the window of my Dad’s Mustang. My mum bent me over the kitchen table and gave me fifty spanks on my bare ass. It certainly wasn’t my last spanking. I misbehaved a lot in my early years. Over time, I wondered what it would be like to be a spanker rather than a spankee.
Twenty years later, I’m a maths teacher at the very school where I used to be taught. Misbehaving kids are a part of every classroom. However, there was this one girl, Georgia, who was determined to make my life hell. She would refuse to do her work, she would pelt other students with pens and be a general nuisance.
Naturally, other students became pissed with her, and I was forced to take action. By the school rules, I was only able to keep her behind after school for a one-hour detention. Sometimes, you just have to break the rules…
“Georgia, if you would just get your head down and try hard, you wouldn’t have to be here” I reminded her for the hundredth time.
“Y’know what Sir?” She called across the classroom “You can fuck off!”
A sixteen-year-old girl swearing is nothing new. However, I had just about had it with her goddamned attitude that I decided to take drastic action.
“Georgia, if you swear in my classroom again I will be forced to take drastic action with a corporal punishment!”
She smirked at this, the rules were known by everyone at this point, she knew that I’d be fired if I was to raise my hand to her.
“I’d like to see you try, you bastard!”
That was it.
I stood up from my chair, strode over to her end of the classroom and looked down at her slightly worried expression.
“I-its against the rules…y-you’d lose your job if you were to-” she was cut off by me pushing the desk forward, lifting her up by the scuff of her shirt and positioning her over the desk, with her ass stuck out.
She turned her head around to face me, with what looked like tears forming in her eyes.
“Y-you’re really doing to do it aren’t you?… Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean what I-“
SMACK
She was cut off again by the sudden spank I had just issued.
“Eek!” Georgia screamed “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” She cried, but it was too late.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
I struck her ass, again and again, her legs kicking after every smack, my other hand on her back, pressing her against the table.
“I hate you! I hate you!” She cried, tears running down her cheeks
“You just don’t learn, do you Georgia? That’s just warranted you a spank on your bare bottom!”
“No! No sir! I didn’t mean it!” Her cries got louder, but I wasn’t about to stop. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her uniform skirt, and with a sharp tug, her pink lace panties were exposed. Such adult underwear for a minor.
Georgia’s panties were next to follow, she kicked and screamed even more as I laid my eyes on her perfectly rounded ass. Her cheeks curved inwards in the middle, more than most asses would, but I liked it, it gave it a much more luscious shape.
With that, the bare spanking began. My hand repeatedly crashed against her buttocks leaving a noticeable red handprint after each one. The sound of skin on skin contact echoed around the room, so did her yelps and cries.
“What do you say to me?” I yelled into her ear.
“I-I’m sorry sir!” Georgia cried.
“Sorry for what?”
More and more tears ran down her face, and she managed to hiccup the words “I- hic- I’m sorry for being a bitch!”
With that, I took my hand off her and stood back. She took a few minutes to recover from the shock of it all, but she eventually managed to pull up her panties and skirt. She then sat down and winced. I somewhat sympathised with the pain she felt, as I had felt it many times before in my youth.
“Now Georgia, are you going to be a good girl now?”
She couldn’t meet my eyes, tears were still running down her face as she mumbled a “yes.”
I saw the time and told her that she could go. I also informed her that she should never speak of this event to anyone. As she left, she turned back to face me, as I took my seat at my desk. I met her gaze, she winked at me and skipped off down the hallway.
What the hell did she wink for? Did she actually enjoy it? Is she going to tell someone?
All these thoughts and more spin around my head. Over the past three years of teaching, I had never felt such a rush. I feel… Empowered, I feel….aroused.
I could have sat there all night, if it wasn’t for the teacher in the room next to me, Miss Andersfield. She stuck her head in soon after.
“Pardon me, but I couldn’t help but notice that you were making quite a racket with your… punishments…”
Oh crap! I didn’t think of that!
She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and walked into the classroom.
“Y’know, I used to be spanked a lot as a kid… It definitely made me feel… sexual…”
What the fuck was she saying!? Does she want me to spank her too?