To Be a Senior

  

Have you ever done something that you know is wrong, but the wrong thought doesn't cross your mind until you are sitting across from your Vice-Principal? I sure have. It was my senior year of high school. I had learned many lessons from Miss, hidden in the sound recording booth. I should have known better by this point. Or perhaps I was testing her. Throughout my high school years, I belonged to the swim team. We had a strict coach, who believed that just because we swam alone, didn't mean we weren't a team; he was never afraid to pull the whole team from a competition if one two, or 'five' of us didn't follow his rules. I know this made us a stronger team. We made it to Provincials, Nationals for a cheerleader team. Unfortunately, we never got to compete.

 

It was a three-day competition Wednesday to Friday. We were to compete on the Friday. The night before the competition I had run into some of the Grade Tens on the team. They were off to meet up with some friends they made from another team. This team had managed to sneak alcohol into the hotel and was throwing a party; out of fear of being busted by a senior teammate, they invited me along. I have no idea what I was thinking but I agreed and followed them to the party. You can only guess what happened next. The party got really loud; really fast after all the hotel was full of swim teams from all over Canada and the USA. What teenage party wasn't going to get out of control? An hour in the hotel manager had tracked down all our Coaches at the restaurant across the street. You should have heard the people freaking out as the Coaches entered the party room. People were trying to hide beer bottles, cigarettes, drugs, and themselves. All hell was breaking loose as Coaches from opposing teams collected their teammates.

 

Things were not pretty once Coach had assembled our team together. We were instructed to pack up our stuff, we would be heading home in the morning. We would not be competing due to some of our fellow teammates (me) partying it up down the hall. I was immediately removed from the rest of my team for a thorough chewing out. I was a senior, Coach said and as a Senior, I had the responsibility to encourage the Grade Tens to return to their rooms. How dare I join them in their irresponsible act? And you can just sit right there and listen as I call the VP to tell him I pulled the entire team. It was one extremely quiet 4-hour ride back to school. Finally, I could see the school come into view. I hoped the VP hadn't been talking to Miss. Drinking was one of our no-no rules. One I was still underage. Two it was my last year and I was working on pulling my grades up so I could get into college. I needed a scholarship to do that. So, in Miss’s mind, childish teenage crap wasn't allowed. GULP! Our VP was waiting at the curb for the bus; as soon as the doors opened, he was up and on the bus!

 

"You five! My office! Now!"

 

Obediently one by one we followed Mr Pfeiffer into his office. Sitting side by side in front of his desk we waited for the suspensions to be handed out.

 

"I am not impressed with any of you right now. As far as I'm concerned you five should be suspended if not expelled."

 

Fear was flashing all over our faces. Most of our parents would kill us.

 

"But thanks to your Coach that's not going to happen. You five are his until he says otherwise. You will obey him without complaint. You will not miss one of his detentions or team practices. And you will write me a 5000-word essay on drinking and its effects before a competition. Is that clear?"

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Get out of my sight."

 

"Yes, Sir," we all stood to leave.

 

"Sunshine, stay!" My heart sank. I felt guilty enough. I knew better. I didn't want another senior speech. "You are to report to Miss’s classroom first. And then join the others in the gym."

 

"Yes, Sir."

 

"Get going she's waiting for you."

 

Somehow in my fearful daze, I managed to find my way through the courtyard and down the Arts hallway. Lightly, I knocked on Miss’s door hoping she wasn't going to hear. Apparently, Miss was sitting on the table next to the door waiting. After four years she knew all my tricks, she knew I wouldn't knock too loudly. Miss stood and swung the door open. Nothing really needed to be said I entered the classroom listening for the door to close behind me.

 

"Sound room," Miss pointed!

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

I could see how tense every muscle in Miss’s body was. I didn't know if her annoyance was more shock or disappointment. Either way, I knew I was in a whole mess of trouble. I knew the rules, I knew the consequences and I knew my time had come. Click went the sound room door; now soundproofed in it was time.

 

"A party, Sunshine?" I immediately looked at the floor. I didn't want to see the disapproval in her eyes. I knew better and still don't know why I followed. "Oh! Okay! You can't even respect me enough to look at me. You know the rules. So, we're done talking over my knee right now!"

 

Kicking myself inside, I found myself in a very familiar position. Closing my eyes I shook my head, "what the hell was I thinking" kept replaying in my mind. A yelp exited my body as I was forced back to reality by a stinging handprint left on my behind. Just like the first swat about two dozen more landed in fast repetition never waving the fierce firmness Miss started with.

 

"No more messing about. Get up and take these down," I was ordered.

 

Forced onto my feet I stood in front of Miss; hoping I didn't hear her correctly.

 

"Fine. Make it worse for yourself."

 

Miss reached up; and grabbed a hold of my jeans pulling me closer to her. Unfastening them Miss pulled them down around my knees; my panties were next. Bare I looked down at her in protest. Why? I still don't know to this day. With protest in my eyes, Miss pulled me back over her lap.

 

"Hand me the hairbrush," Miss demanded.

 

"No!"

 

"Don't you dare say no to me! You knew this was coming. Didn't you?"

 

"No!"

 

"Oh okay. So, you felt it appropriate to go off to a party on a school outing. Drinking underage; we have a rule about that. Do we not?"

 

"Yeah!"

 

Swat! Spank!

 

"Yes, Ma'am," I quickly corrected!

 

"Not to even mention that you're a senior teammate. You knew what the Coach would do. Didn't you," Miss demanded an answer?

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"You threw away a Provincial competition for a few drinks? You trained all year and then threw it away? But apparently, you think that’s fine and I'm out of line."

 

"You're not out of line," I admitted to both her and myself. 

 

"Well, you obviously think, what we have been working towards the last few months is worth nothing."

 

"No, I don't."

 

"You do, Sunshine. What if the police were called? Do you think any school would accept someone with a juvenile record?"

 

"No, Ma'am."

 

"So, then the last few months have meant nothing to you. Do you even want to go to college anymore?"

 

"I do."

 

"Then you hand me the hairbrush and take the punishment you've earned. Or I'm done helping you," Miss ordered in frustration.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"I don't want to hear it. You just slapped me in the face. I thought we were past the disrespectful phase."

 

A tear of guilt escaped from my right eye. I reached forward and picked up the implement I will always hate. Nothing more needed to be said here. I was so far in the wrong; I needed what was coming to me. I reached back and handed the brush up; submitting to my punishment. Miss pushed me forward up over her left knee pinning my legs with her right one.

 

"Give me your hand."

 

Obediently I surrendered my right arm. I was scared now. I knew what this meant. I was about to get the holy crap spanked out of me. Miss wasn't going to allow for any fighting. She felt my nervousness.

 

"You deserve this."

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

The hairbrush connected with my left cheek with such force I was sure I wasn't going to make it through. Before I registered the full amount of pain, I felt the hairbrush move to my right cheek. I was sure that between the crack of the hairbrush and my yelping, we were going to break through the soundproof barriers of the recording booth. The fear was soon pushed to the back of my mind as the hairbrush again landed on my left cheek and then the right. After about the sixth swat all I was fearful of was making it through the spanking without further embarrassing myself. Swat after swat painted my naughty bottom crimson red followed by spots of purple. It didn't take long for Miss to have me bawling the guilt out. I felt that evil hairbrush over and over again for the next ten minutes. I dared not ask her to stop. I knew I deserved it. Finally, as the hairbrush started to slow, I was able to slow my crying down. I felt Miss’s hold on me loosen. First, my hand was returned to me; then she allowed me to slide off her knee. Kneeling in front of Miss I looked into her softened eyes.

 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

 

"I know you're sorry."

 

I lowered my face into my hands trying to wipe the tears away. Miss stood taking me by the upper arm she helped me into the corner. She knew all too well that I was better at calming down there. Twenty minutes later I was released from my punishment room with the understanding that I was to return on Monday. Exiting Miss’s room I followed the hallways that would lead me to the gym. After all, I still had to face the Coach.

 

Play Stress

Sitting in Miss’s class she could tell something was wrong. When our eyes connected, I immediately pulled away. We had been here once before, that was the day I learned that Miss better hear it from me first if I had been misbehaving. I took that to heart and we never had to revisit that lesson. I knew now 100% of the time, what was expected of me, and what the consequences would be. Very rarely did I have to be reminded. I looked at the clock, there was still 45 minutes of the period. 45 minutes to figure out how I was going to explain to Miss what I needed. How was I supposed to ask for or talk about something I didn’t fully understand? Our eyes connected again. This time her eyes said, ‘What did you do.’ I had spent most of that day close to tears and her look broke me. A tear dropped from my left eye as I shrugged my shoulders in response. Her eyes turned firm, Miss despised shrugging, and my heart broke a little more. Quietly, I gathered my books up moving into the sound booth to continue my work. I did complete my work in those 45 minutes but every page was full of tears.

 

I didn’t understand what I was feeling. Or why I was feeling it. My behaviour has been perfect lately. In fact, it had been weeks since Miss was forced to discipline me. I was so proud of myself. Miss had even praised my excellent behaviour in front of the Vice-Principal. I thought being good was supposed to make me feel proud. I thought the whole point of Miss and mine arrangement was to teach me to be a better human being; so, I didn’t need to be spanked my entire life. I thought I was past the spanking thing. I was behaving, Miss was proud, so why was I feeling so…. ill?

 

The bell rang causing me to jump. Quietly, I closed my books stacking them neatly on the corner of the table. I waited for Miss to enter the booth. I knew she would it was just a matter of time. Stoically, I sat waiting on my disciplinarian. I was still trying to figure out how to explain all my feelings. Miss entered on a mission. She was determined to learn what I had done. In nervous tension, I placed my feet on the seat of the chair and my chin on my knees. Miss could tell I had been crying since I locked myself in the booth 45 minutes ago. I couldn’t open the conversation. I didn’t know how. I sat curled into as much of a ball as I could manage; wanting Miss to make the first move.

 

“What’s with the crying, little girl,” Miss questioned?

 

“I don’t know, Miss.”

 

“What did you do, Sunshine?”

 

“Nothing, I promise you, Miss. I’ve been a good girl,” I blubbered out.

 

“Then why are you so upset?”

 

“I don’t know how to explain it,” I sniffed wiping my nose on my sleeve.

 

“Try, Sunshine,” Miss encouraged.

 

“I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

 

“Sunshine, you know better than that. Start talking,” Miss ordered gently.

 

“I don’t feel good and I don’t understand why.”

 

“You don’t feel well how?”

 

Looking from Miss, to the ground, to the corner, and back at Miss I tried to find the words.

 

“This month has been super busy. There’s been a lot on my plate,” I started.

 

“Stage managing a show is a hard job with a full course load.”

 

“I know, Miss. And I’ve been working hard at being good,” I continued.

 

“You have been extremely well-behaved. I’m very proud of you.”

 

More tears started flowing. How could I make her spank me when she was so proud? “Please don’t say that, Miss.”

 

“Why? Have you done something, Sunshine,” Miss questioned crossing her arms?

 

“No, but I think I need something and I don’t understand why.”

 

“Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop the tears. I can’t understand you when you are crying that hard.”

 

Obediently, I slowly regained control of my tears. Miss decided we were going to be talking for a while and took up position on the table across from me.

 

“I don’t understand why I feel this way.”

 

“On a scale of one to ten, how stressed are you,” Miss asked?

 

“Like a 15.”

 

“That bad?”

 

“Yes, Miss. And every time I’m not busy I find myself daydreaming about misbehaving,” I confessed.

 

“And?”

 

“And I don’t want to misbehave. I’ve worked so hard at being a good girl lately. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“But?”

 

“But it won’t go away, Miss. And I don’t know what to do. I don’t understand.”

 

“Understand what?”

 

“I thought, being a good girl was supposed to make me feel happy and balanced.”

 

“But it hasn’t, has it?”

 

“I really like that you’re proud of me…but no it hasn’t.” Tears started to flow again. I didn’t fully understand what being into spanking was at that point. I truly thought once I could follow all the rules of life that my spanking urge would go away. I thought Miss would think me weird that I wanted or needed a spanking, for being a good girl.

 

“Sunshine, what did I tell you, when we started this arrangement? Do you remember?”

 

“That this is my safe place and I could tell you anything without judgment,” I answered.

 

“Have I kept my promise?”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“And what did you promise? Do you remember,” Miss questioned?

 

“That, I’d be honest no matter what because I’m not a freak.”

 

“Are you keeping that promise,” Miss urged?

 

“I’m trying,” I confessed.

 

“Calm yourself down and try a little harder. Deep down you know what you need. You need to listen to it and voice it positively. We’ve talked about positive and negative ways to voice your spanking needs, haven’t we,” Miss reminded?

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“Tell me, what’s a negative way to react to how you’re feeling,” Miss prompted?

 

“I’m not sure.”

 

“Sunshine, you do. Think about it and answer me honestly.”

 

“Skipping your class because I wanted to avoid this,” I answered quietly.

 

“And what would have happened if you skipped my class?”

 

“You would have strapped me, hard and bare-bottomed.”

 

“And I would have been?”

 

“Disappointed in me.”

 

“Am I disappointed in you right now?”

 

“No, Ma’am.”

 

“So, let’s flip it around. What is a positive way to voice your spanking needs,” Miss asked, always the teacher?

 

“Talking to you about it like we’re doing.”

 

“So, you know what is expected of you,” Miss stated.

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“And deep down you know what you need.”

 

“I don’t, Miss.”

 

“Yes, you do. You’re just scared. Are you listening to me through those tears,” Miss prompted?

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“I’m going to send you to the corner for a bit. I want you to think about how you are feeling and what you think you need to help you feel better.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

I still wasn’t sure if I could fully voice my needs without the fear of rejection. I knew I was just given an order I was expected to follow. Timidly, I placed myself in the corner; a little sloppy I have to admit.

 

“Properly, Sunshine just because you aren’t in trouble doesn’t mean you get lazy,” Miss corrected.

 

Immediately, I stood straight, feet together, hands on my head. Miss left me to think, while she cleaned up the classroom. The longer I stood there the more I realized what I needed to ask for and how. Twenty minutes later as I heard Miss re-enter the sound booth, I knew I was ready to do what I needed to.

 

“Come back and sit, Sunshine.”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

Lowering myself back in my spanking chair I waited for Miss to lead again.

 

“Did you have enough time in the corner,” Miss asked?

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“And what did you come up with?”

 

“Miss, I know I’ve been a good girl recently but there’s been so much stress with the play and all my classes. I’m afraid I’m going to do something bad. I don’t feel balanced…I think a spanking will help. Please Miss, can I have a spanking,” I submitted? 

 

“See Sunshine, you did know what you needed. Up you get.”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

Standing I moved to the right of the chair. I watched and waited as Miss sat and adjusted herself in the chair. Reaching up she took a hold of my left wrist in encouragement to climb over her knee. I followed her lead although slightly disappointed or maybe a little confused that I wasn’t bare. After Miss made sure I was positioned correctly for her comfort I felt her right hand caressing my bottom a little.

 

“What I’m giving you today is known as a stress relief spanking. It’s meant to relax you, allow you to cry if you need to, and balance your emotions out. Understand?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“You have a job during this spanking. I want you to think about all the reasons you’re so stressed and let all your worries about them go; what’s meant to happen will happen. You can’t control it or change it. Understand?”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“Lastly, I want you to think about what being a good girl has meant to you. And why it’s better to be a good girl than a bad girl.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“There’s going to be very little talking during this spanking. When I tell you to do something I want quick obedience.”

 

“I promise, Miss.”

 

I felt Miss’s hand rub my left cheek and then my right and back again. I cringed as I felt Miss’s hand leave my bottom but the spanking started light. It stung for sure but not even close to what I was used to receiving in discipline. The light spanks continued for what felt like minutes and then became heavier and heavier, and heavier. I was focused on all my school work, all the late nights at school working on the play, and all my responsibilities at home. I started realizing what Miss said was right. If I do what is required of me what’s meant to happen will happen. I could feel the tension in my mind start to relax but my body was still tight. I was so in my mind that I didn’t feel that Miss had stopped spanking me and was pulling my hair out of my face.

 

“Sunshine, lower your jeans for me,” Miss softly ordered.

 

I tried to be obedient but my head was swimming. I knelt off Miss’s knee. I knew she had said that much; I missed what I was supposed to do next.

 

“Kneel up, Hun.”

 

I heard that one and knelt up. Miss undid my jeans, lowered them, and helped me back over her knee. I was quietly crying away all the stress I had been feeling lately. Miss started light again, then spanked heavier, and heavier, and heavier again. My tears were flowing faster and harder. I felt so tired.

 

“I’m going to lower your panties now. Not because you’ve been bad but because I feel a bare-bottomed spanking will help you,” Miss quietly informed.

 

I didn’t fight her. I had no need or want to. I raised my hips up a little. Miss took that as my ‘yes ma’am’ and lowered my panties. I placed myself back in the proper position. I sniffled as Miss’s hand left my bottom yet again. The spanking continued I was so relaxed I could have fallen asleep over her knee. Every stressed out, put upon, can’t handle life feeling was gone. I never knew a spanking could do this. I only thought of it as a correction until that day. It felt wonderful. I suddenly noticed that the spanks had stopped. For how long I had no idea.

 

“Kneel down, Hun, and pull your panties up,” Miss softly slide me off her knee.

 

In a relaxed haze, I fumbled to reclaim my dignity. Finally winning I looked at Miss through very sleepy eyes, “I’m so tired.”

 

“But do you feel better?”

 

“Yes, Miss. It’s like everything is gone,” I answered relieved.

 

“Good girl.”

 

“I’m so tired, Miss.”

 

Miss motioned for me to stand. Obeying Miss immediately helped me put my jeans back on. Standing face to face with my disciplinarian, Miss reached up, brushed my hair out of my face, and dried away my tears. Taking me by the wrist I allowed Miss to lead me to the props room. I watched as Miss set up the cot.

 

“Into bed little one,” Miss pointed.

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“I’ll come get you later.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“I’ll demit you from classes. You are to sleep,” Miss ordered in a firm tone.

 

“Thank you, Miss.”

 

Climbing into bed I pulled the covers up to my neck. Curling up on my side I watched Miss exit the props room, closing the door and locking it; placing her hand on the door she contemplated if it was time to tell the whole truth yet. She felt great knowing she had protected and helped someone understand their spanking needs. Miss knew our time was rapidly coming to a close as I was preparing to head to college. I knew it too deep down but we never voiced it to each other.

 

“Good night, my good girl. You’ve been an excellent student and I will forever be proud of the person you’ve become.”

 

With that Miss left me to sleep my exhaustion away.

The Janitor, The Principal, and The Belt

Sometimes janitors can be such pains in the ass. Standing with my arms crossed at the front of the Cafeteria I was forced to listen to the principal’s lecture. I really didn't care what Miss Nosey Janitor thought I should or shouldn't do while painting the stage and I told her so. Well apparently, that wasn't the response she was looking for so I'm now forced to explain to Miss I Don't Like the Arts why I was rude to Miss Nosey Janitor, like I have time for this. So, there I stood, arms crossed, foot tapping, and eyes rolling as I waited for them to get over themselves and let me work. At this moment the worst thing for the well-being of my butt happened; Miss entered the cafeteria. I briefly saw her look at the situation at hand. I immediately changed my body language but not quickly enough. It didn’t take a genius to figure out something was up. After what felt like the world’s longest lecture both the principal and the janitor exited the cafeteria allowing me to continue with my painting. It wasn’t long before I was interrupted again. I looked up from my knelt position to see Miss looking down on me. How much she knew I had no idea.

 

"Put that down and follow me," is all she needed to say, and I obeyed. "I suggest you start explaining!"

 

"Explaining what?" I took my chances that she didn't know.

 

"Explain the rude and disrespectful manner I found you in," Miss ordered!

 

Defiantly, I answered, "They had no right to tell you about it."

 

"They didn't tell me anything, your body language did. What was going on," Miss questioned crossing her arms?

 

"Miss Nosey Janitor didn't like how I was painting without newspaper. I told her to do her own job for once. She didn't like that, so she got Principal Bitch Face."

 

"And then you disrespected both of them in front of the entire cafeteria," Miss inquired?

 

"No, I didn't, I told them what for," I snarled.

 

"You're getting the belt!"

 

"No!"

 

"Yes, you are. We have been over and over this. I don't care if you like them or not. You will respect them," Miss lectured!

 

Rolling my eyes, I looked away from Miss to the wall. I knew deep down she was right. We had been working on being respectful forever.

 

"Sunshine!!!  The rude behaviour towards me stops right now," Miss warned.

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"And I don't want to hear anymore swearing out of you either. You know how I feel about that."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"Hand me your belt and take your position. You know how things are handled in this room," Miss ordered.  

 

Hoping that my immediate obedience might lessen the length of my punishment I removed my belt as quickly as I could and placed my hands on the chair in front of me.

 

"If your hands leave that chair even once we will continue on the bare. Do you understand me?"

 

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

Miss decided that this time was going to be the last time we would be talking about disrespect. I was going to learn this time. The first stroke of the belt caught me off guard. I wasn't prepared for it to land across my thighs. I cried out more in shock than in pain I hadn't realized that Miss had this in mind. I turned and looked at her in a shocked questioning way.

 

"We aren't going to be having this talk again."

 

Miss answered my confused look as she continued the strokes up my thighs across my bottom and back down again. Miss had always threatened to strap my thighs but she had never actually done it before. It was a feeling like no other. A spanking on the thighs hurt so much more than just a regular spanking, I didn't know if I was going to get through this one. Soon, I could feel the heat growing under my jeans.

 

"Get your jeans down."

 

"Please, Miss."

 

A heavy stroke landed straight across my thighs. I knew I wasn't talking my way out of this. I had no other choice but to obey. I lowered my jeans allowing the cold air to hit my bottom. Miss put an end to the little amount of soothing the cold air was offering me. The next part of strapping started but now my thighs were bare. It didn't take Miss long to have a crying and apologetic little girl in front of her begging for the spanking to stop. Miss had other plans. I was NEVER to disrespect anyone for any reason. I was NEVER going to do it again after this spanking. Another round of strapping ended as Miss lowered my panties. I was feeling too little girl and obedient to argue. I knew I had done wrong and that I was learning a lesson. I never would at home. Miss continued my strapping. I'm not sure how many more times that belt landed across my tender bottom. I was in my head by the time Miss decided I had learned my lesson and the belt finally fell silent.

 

Balancing my weight on the chair I knelt, laying my head on the seat I continued to cry out my shame. I had disappointed Miss again. I knew better. I never wanted to disappoint her. My red and tender bottom stuck out as proof that I had failed her again. Miss could see that I was hurting inside she was always strict but never cruel. She didn't believe in whooping me and leaving me broken. Miss always built me back up after.

 

"Sunshine, look at me."

 

"I can't," I cried.

 

"Yes, you can."

 

"I can't. I'm too much of a disappointment."

 

"Sunshine? Let me sit," Miss ordered.

 

I obeyed. Miss took the place that my head once had. She took hold of my chin and forced me to look into her eyes tears were still streaming down my cheeks.

 

"You are not a disappointment."

 

"I am."

 

"You are not! Do you hear me??"

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"I may be disappointed in your behaviour but you will never be a disappointment to me," Miss encouraged.

 

"Promise," I questioned?

 

"I promise, you are not and will never be a disappointment to me. You are just my little girl that needs some direction. Do you hear me," Miss stated softly?

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

Miss helped me dress and dry my tears. I apologized for my behaviour over and over again. She assured me that she still loved and cared for me. Miss sent me to class a calm and well-disciplined little girl. We never had to talk about disrespecting other teachers again. My lesson was taught and learned. I was a good little girl again. 

 

Inappropriate Behaviour

Miss’s husband who also taught at my school drove me crazy on a good day. I never truly understood why until I was older and learned that Miss and he were in a DD/HOH relationship. Let's just remind everyone that he wasn't the HOH in the relationship nor was he really meant to be dominant in any part of his life. I guess to explain things in the simplest of terms he and I were too much alike. Forced to be dominant in the vanilla roles we choose but deep down counting the hours until we can be our 'little' selves behind closed doors.

Well, we together never had a good ending. One day in my third year of high school we were going to be forced into an understanding with the helping hand of Miss. The argument started as we were setting up microphones for our school's evening theatre performance. I looked out into the audience and noticed Mr T moving the rows of chairs closer together. I immediately was annoyed. How many times have we had this conversation? The actors had to get between the audience sitting in the seats and the back of the rows in front! I was done being nice! I can only imagine what we looked like as Miss interrupted the argument.

"What the hell are you doing, Tim?"

"The chairs are too far apart."

"How many f**king times do I have to tell you? You play the damn music this is MY job."

"You have no cause to talk to me that," Tim ordered.

"I really don't care what your f**king opinion is!"

The argument went on both of us trying to be the dominant one and not backing down. What we both didn't realize was that Miss had re-entered the cafeteria as the argument started. She was just waiting to see if either of us was going to back down. What she witnessed was inappropriate behaviour from both of us. Yes, Miss had told Tim to leave his opinion out of my job and yes Miss had told me to watch my behaviour towards him. Miss had realized that there was an issue between us and realized what that issue was. Long story short we both disobeyed our dominant in a very public and embarrassing way and we both were going to have to answer for it. I of course wouldn't know the truth about Miss and Tim's relationship until my senior year. At that moment I felt Miss was taking his side and only I was to have consequences. I think both of our hearts jumped as our argument was interrupted by that bone-chilling firm voice.

"That is enough inappropriate behaviour out of you two."

We immediately stopped and watched as Miss was at our sides in no time. Miss whispered something in Tim's ear. I now understand that it was fear that flashed across his face. Whatever was said there was to be no discussion Tim nodded his head toward Miss turned and left the cafeteria. Her disapproval then turned to me.

"Classroom! Now!" is all she said I obeyed I had never seen her that upset with me before.

 

After I had exited the cafeteria Miss sent the rest of the tech crew to go get dinner. Nervously, I sat waiting in the sound booth. I was in trouble and I knew it. I wasn't supposed to be swearing or disrespecting teachers. Miss soon swung the sound booth's door open.

"You are grounded from now until further notice!"

I didn't say a word. I had nothing to say. They were the rules we had made together. Things I agreed I wanted to work on to improve my life. The rules I just stomped all over in front of the woman who would punish me for it.

"Corner! Right now! I need to calm down before I deal with you!"

Miss didn't have to say it twice. I was in that corner before she exited the room. Forty-five minutes later a calmer Miss entered the room on a mission.

"How many times have we talked about respect?"

"A lot."

"Too many times!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

 

"Is there any confusion with the expectation I have for this topic?"

 

"No, Miss."

 

"So, there's no confusion about the punishment you are about to receive?"

 

"No, Ma'am."

 

"I'm going to paddle your bare bottom until you never ever even think about disrespecting anybody, adult or not, ever again!"

 

"Please, Miss not the paddle," I pleaded?

 

"You bare your bottom right now!"

 

Knowing that this was to be the end of any conversation I found myself fumbling through lowering my pants and panties. Miss wasted no time in getting me over her knee.

"This is going to be the last time one way or another that we will discuss this issue."

 

"Yes, Miss."

 

"I'm serious! If you show that kind of disrespect again I will have you expelled."

"Please don't," I begged.

"I'm at the end of my rope with you on this. You understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

The heavy paddle connected with its target. Soon I was kicking and crying as stroke after stroke landed bruising my bottom. Over and over again I had to force myself into submitting to every lick. I wanted to make her stop, I wanted to get out of position, I wanted to end the worst spanking I had ever received so far, I wanted Miss to forgive me, I wanted to reverse time, I wanted to make her proud, I always wanted to make her proud, I wanted to scream but could only find tears, I wanted to apologize but I couldn't find my voice, I wanted the paddling to end. Just as fast as the paddling started it stopped. I was kneeling at Miss’s feet holding my burning swelling bottom as I cried my guilt away.

 

"I am so ashamed of your behaviour," Miss informed me.

 

"I'm sorry, Miss. I won't do it again," I cried.

"I'm 100% serious. You know what the stakes are here. I will have you expelled."

 

"Please, Miss, don't give up on me. Don't expel me. I'll be a good girl," I begged.

 

"You owe everyone in that cafeteria a genuine apology," Miss ordered.

"Yes, Miss."

 

"You're grounded until further notice."

"I understand."

"Lines, one page front and back, every night, until further notice, I will be respectful at all times," Miss continued to order.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I want an essay too on the importance of being respectful," Miss continued with the punishment list.

"Yes, Miss."

"I believe it's time for weekly maintenance spankings again. Don't you," Miss informed?

"I'll do whatever you think is best," I agreed sniffling.

"And just why is that?"

"Cause I don't want you to give up on me. I know I disrespected you tonight too. I don't want to do it again. Please, I'll do whatever you say, I don't want to behave like that anymore," crying harder again.

"Calm down, Sunshine. I know deep down that you are trying very hard."

 

"I am, Miss."

"And I know if I give you another chance, I won't regret it."

 

"No, Miss, no regrets."

 

"I'm serious though I expect you to follow the rest of your punishment to a tee," Miss ordered.

 

"I promise, Miss."

"Alright, get yourself dressed," Miss demanded.

Immediately I pulled my panties and pants back over my swollen bottom. I cringed as I felt my bottom pulsing through my jeans. Miss noticed.

"Sore!?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good it will remind you to be good for a while," Miss informed.

"Thank you, Miss."

"Welcome."

"Am I going back to the corner," I questioned?

"No, I don't think so. Go to the bathroom and wash your face."

"Yes, Miss." I headed to the door to leave but I had one more question I had to ask. "Miss?....."

"Yes."

"Am I grounded from dinner tonight?"

"No, Sunshine. We still have a performance and you need to eat," Miss answered with concern in her eyes.

"Yes, Miss."

Satisfied with Miss’s answer and knowing what was expected of me I left the classroom for the bathroom. Ten minutes later I headed back to the cafeteria. I realized that my discipline had taken all but ten minutes of our dinner break. I wasn't going to have time to go get food before the final setup. I was shocked to find Miss sitting at the table as I entered the cafeteria with a food spread for two. Apparently, Tim wasn't coming back for the show nor was he going to be sharing his dinner with Miss.

 

"Come, sit and eat, Sunshine."

"What is it, Miss," I asked gratefully.

"Chicken pitas."

Lowering my tender bottom into the chair across from Miss I knew I was forgiven once again.

"Thank you, Miss........For everything."

"Eat, Little Girl."

"Yes, Miss."