Miss’s lessons continued throughout my high school days never really
noticing that my age was ever increasing. Although the spanking urge was under
control knowing I would be disciplined according to my needs, the urge never
really went away. I felt safe in Miss’s hands and fully trusted her. But just
like any other spanking relationship we had our issues to work out. Miss took
no time in teaching me what was expected of me; followed by what would happen if
I didn't meet those expectations; but just like every other rule sometimes I
needed a good OTK reminder.
So about two months into my second semester of grade 9 my lack of doing
my science homework finally caught up to me. My midterm mark was what Miss
would say "Not even close to acceptable." But still, I couldn't just
listen to my teacher, accept the grade, and do the makeup homework to bring it
up to passing I turned the blame on my teacher. It was his fault, he was
picking on me, he hated me, he was the asshole, etc., etc., etc. I don't know
where in my right mind I thought this behaviour would never get back to Miss.
After all, every teacher I had knew my behaviour or poor behaviour was to be
reported back to her. It was only a matter of time before my rudeness and
downright disrespect would be reported back to Miss.
Science was my first class followed by Miss's class. She could see in my
eyes that something was wrong. "Sunshine? Are you okay?"
"I don't feel too well," I answered without weighing the
consequences.
"You look scared," Miss questioned?
"I'm not, Miss. My stomach just feels weird," another lie
blurted out.
It felt weird alright. My stomach had been doing flip-flops since I left
the science lab. It was only a matter of time before Miss knew the truth. It probably
wasn't the best idea to sit there and lie to her either. In fear, I let the lie
slip out before I could stop it. Finally, the bell for lunch rang and the
classroom emptied. Miss asked me one more time if things were okay and again, I
lied to her. I was fine I muttered as I forced myself away from Miss and headed
to my lunch table. Although I didn't eat much lunch, I just sat there thinking
about what was to come. I knew Miss had a prep period next so she was free to
pull me out of class to paddle me red and raw. I was shaking at the thought.
The warning bell rang and I headed to my locker for my books. I was
first to my math class which never happened. Class wasn't in session for ten
minutes and there was a knock on the door. I knew it was Miss. I knew deep down
that my science teacher had told Miss everything. I knew my time had come. I
couldn't really make out what was being said to my math teacher in the hall
though thousands of thoughts were running through my head. Both Miss and my
math teacher returned to the classroom. The look in Miss's eyes said it all;
she did know everything.
"Pack your books up, Sunshine. We have something we need to talk
about," is all Miss said.
I felt 27 pairs of eyes watching me as I packed everything up and exited
the room. Miss marched me to my locker to put my books away. No conversation
needed I knew where we would end up in the end. I locked my locker and briefly
looked into her eyes and she into mine. Miss turned and walked down the hall; I
knew I was expected to follow. I can only imagine what we looked like to the
outside world; perhaps a mother leading her disobedient child to her moment of
doom. Arriving at Miss's classroom door, she swung it open and motioned for me
to enter; I obeyed. She slammed the door behind us. Miss grabbed a hold of my
upper arm and pulled me into the sound booth slamming that door too. She
flipped the recording in session light on; my doom was about to start.
"You better be honest with me and you better be honest with me
right now," Miss demanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," I stammered.
"Did you honestly speak to your science teacher like that,"
Miss glared at me taping her foot?
"Yeah."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," backtracking I rushed out.
"Why?"
"Because he's failing me for no other reason than he hates me,"
I stammered still defiant.
"He is failing you because you haven't handed in the work since the
beginning of the semester. And we will get to that later," Miss informed.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"In class today, when I asked you if you needed to tell me
something, you lied to me didn't you?"
"I suppose," I stated dropping my head.
"You suppose! YOU SUPPOSE? Well, I'm going to make this very clear
to you. You do not speak to any of your teachers like you spoke to Mr Brown."
"Yes, Miss."
"And you don't sit in my class and act like I'm not going to find
out because I promise you if I don't hear it from you first you will get ten
times the spanking. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Now you see that piece of paper sitting on that table?"
"Yes, Miss."
"You're going to sit your naughty little bottom down there and list
everything you have done wrong today," Miss ordered.
"Now?"
"Yes, now. Go!"
Annoyed Miss pointed towards the table. I followed her direction and
received a few swats as I passed by her. I was left sitting at the table as
Miss I'm sure headed to our cupboard to unlock our implement box. Trying
to control my nervous legs I began to write:
Disrespecting my science teacher.
Trying to hide my disrespect from Miss.
Therefore, disrespecting and lying to Miss.
Not doing and handing in my homework.
Therefore, failing science.
Not working to my full potential.
I heard the door open behind me just as I finished my list; I listened
as implement after implement was placed on the floor. I tried to swallow the
huge knot of nerves in my throat. Up to this point, I had never done anything
this major just little stuff here and there; being late for class, missing a
class, being late with a paper. Miss had never even bare my bottom fully yet. I
had a feeling that this was about to change right now.
"Hand me the list."
Miss took the list from my outstretched hand. She read and re-read the
list. Looked into my fearful eyes folding the paper she placed the paper in her
pocket.
"Up!"
Once standing Miss took the chair I was sitting on and placed it in the
middle of the room a place where we had been before. She lowered herself in the
chair waiting.
"Miss? Miss, I'm sorry," I was panicking.
"It's too late for that. This paper tells me that you know what you
did was wrong; this behaviour and the behaviour in class today tell me
that you know you deserve whatever punishment I see fit. Am I wrong," Miss
lectured?
"No, Ma'am."
"Then stop trying to change my mind," Miss ordered
"But I'm scared," I rushed out moving closer to her.
"You should be because this isn't going to be a one-day spanking.
You are to report back here every lunch hour for the next week," Miss
informed.
"Please," I begged?
"No! Now drop the jeans."
Obediently but slowly, I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped the zipper, and
pulled them off. Folding and placing them on the soundboard table the perfect
vision of a child standing in her panties waiting to go over her mother's knee
for some behaviour modification.
"I'm ready."
"Panties, too," Miss ordered!
"Pardon? Please, Miss. No," I begged!
"Do I look like I'm playing with you," Miss demanded?
"No, Ma'am. But I don't want to…" I lied. I knew I deserved
and needed this correction.
"I don't care what you want."
"I won't do it," still defiant.
"Fine! If you can stand there and give me an honest reason why you
don't deserve to be spanked bare-bottomed, we'll keep the panties on."
"I don't have one," defeated I replied.
"Exactly, so down they go."
"But we've never done it bare before. What if I can't handle
it?"
I watched as the realization of my fear flashed across Miss’s face, "Sunshine?
Do you trust me? I mean really trust me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I answered honestly.
"Then trust me when I tell you that you will survive this
punishment. You deserve it. You know it. Deep down Sunshine, you know that if I
don't do my job in punishing you firmly enough today you will be back tomorrow
asking for a firmer punishment. Right?"
"Yes, Miss," I had to admit.
"Then, do as I ask because you've asked for this. Every time you
decided to ignore your homework you asked for it. When you decided to
disrespect your science teacher you asked for it. When you sat in my class and
lied to me you asked for it. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Do as I asked," Miss ordered.
My stomach did flip-flops as I pulled my panties down to my ankles and
climbed over Miss's knee for my first-ever bare-bottom spanking. My mind was
racing with thousands of questions. I don't know why I had decided that it
would be so different from a spanking over my clothes. Maybe it was just the
thought of being bare-bottomed over someone's knee as a teenager. Wasn't this
something that only happened to children under the age of ten? My thoughts were
pulled back to my stinging bottom as Miss's firm hand started landing on my
bare bottom. Left and then right, right and then left, 2 on the right and then
2 on the left, and then 5 and 5 and back to left and then right. I was starting
to fight to catch my breath, as I realized that a bare bottom spanking stung
more than any implement I had ever felt over my jeans. I started desperately
trying to get out of Miss's hold. I couldn't hold my position any longer.
"Miss, please? I can't breathe," I stammered panicked.
"Yes, you can Sunshine. Listen to what your body wants you to do?
What does it want you to do?" Miss always the teacher taught.
"Cry?"
"Listen to your body, Sunshine," Miss encouraged.
"Can you please give me a break," I cried?
"No, I can't. Part of what you need to learn right now is that when
you are over my knee I decide when you get a break and when you are done. Not
you. You get to decide how to misbehave and I get to decide how to punish you.
I thought you understood that?" Miss still taught.
"I do, Miss."
"Then no more asking for a break."
"Yes, Miss."
Miss stopped spanking me at that moment. She reached down brushing my
hair out of my face so she could look into my eyes. "Look at me Sunshine.
You are safe here; you will always be safe here if you need to cry you cry. For
as much as you fight it, you need to let yourself cry the guilt out. It's
healthier to cry than try and hold it in."
"But I’ve never been allowed to cry."
Smack! The shock of that first smack as Miss continued the spanking
caused me to throw my hand back over my exposed bottom.
"Sunshine? Hand me the hairbrush."
"Please, I'm sorry."
"No, you already know the rules. So, we're finished with the hand
and we're going to move onto the list. For everything listed, that's one more
implement. So how many is that? Six?"
"Yes, Ma'am…"
"And then we're going to talk about the rest of your
punishment."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Fearfully, I handed Miss the hairbrush. If the hand stung that much more
what was the hairbrush going to feel like.
"Thank you. Now hold my ankle with that hand. If you can't do that
then I will hold it for you." I firmly took hold like I was told to.
Within seconds of my obedience, I felt the wicked hairbrush land in the centre
of my tender cheek. I had felt Miss's hair brushing rhythm before and again it
didn't take any time for Miss to hit it once again. Again, I was having trouble
breathing. My body wanted to cry but my mind was blocking it. Crying in my
family is a sign of weakness. I learned early on that crying got me punished so
I learned to keep it in. "Sunshine let it go. Let yourself cry."
"I can't you’ll punish me more!"
"I will never punish you for showing your emotions. Do you
understand why I'm being so firm with you? Do you understand how disappointed I
am in you? Did you think once about how I would feel about the situation?"
Miss lectured.
"You're disappointed in me?" I realized.
"Why do you think I'm spanking you?"
Tears slowly started to form. "Because I broke the rules we set up."
"It's more than that, Sunshine. And you know that. Don't you? Do
you think I would be doing this if I didn't care about what you did?"
Still the teacher.
"I guess, not."
"Then allow yourself to feel it and do what you need to do."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Miss's hair-brushing rhythm started to intensify again. But this time I
didn't fight the pain I welcomed the pain. I started to use every spank as a
way to feel Miss's disappointment. I needed this. I needed someone in my life
to show me that they cared about me and that I was worth something; I was worth
the time. I was worth feeling disappointment for. That I didn't need to kill my
emotions with the drugs I had been taking. It made me trust her even more in
that moment. I felt that evil hairbrush for a good three minutes straight. I
could feel the heat of my bottom increase with every smack. The tears I found
so hard to show in the beginning were free-flowing now. I had never felt this
much disappointment in my life. My original fear of survival flashed in my head
again. The hair brushing suddenly stopped.
"Put that on the floor in front of you," Miss ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Kneel up and look at me."
For the second time that day, Miss brushed the hair out of my now wet
eyes. "You, little girl, are to never disrespect a teacher like that again.
If it happens again I will hairbrush you for ten minutes straight.
Understand?"
"Yes, Miss. I'm sorry," I answered through my tears.
"Back over you go. And pass me the paddle."
Back over I climbed handing the paddle up.
"Please, not the paddle," I hoped.
"You know that if you had told me in class this morning and not
lied to me you wouldn't be getting this," Miss stated.
"I know."
The paddle connected with my bruising bottom. I thought the hairbrush
stung on my bare bottom. Holy crap I thought I was going to die from the sting
of that paddle on my bare, warm, bruising bottom. Miss was quick and firm with
the little bottom burner paddle for the next few minutes. I felt my bottom
becoming more blistered and bruised. My eyes which had been too long without
tears were loaded with a new wave of fresh ones. I started to slip out of
position until my knees were on the ground. Miss stood and pulled me up beside
her. She led me to the corner; I saw her digging something out of her pocket. My
heart sank.
"Open," she ordered.
"I hate soap," I pleaded.
"Well, then next time perhaps you shouldn't lie to me. Open!"
With soap in my mouth, Miss positioned me in the corner. Hands on my
head, fingers interlaced, my red and sore bottom on display. I listened as Miss
collected the hairbrush and paddle and exited the room. I imagined that she was
returning them back to the cupboard. Ten minutes later I heard Miss return
and she pulled me out of the corner.
"You can take it out now," Miss stated.
"Thank you, Miss."
"What have we learned so far?"
"To be respectful to all my teachers at all times, that it's better
to tell you what I have done before you hear it from someone else, and to never
ever lie to you because it is just as disrespectful as anything else," I
listed trying to wipe soap out of my mouth.
"Are you ever going to do it again?"
"No, Ma'am."
"We still have things to discuss."
Wiping my nose: "Yes, Ma'am."
"Not doing your homework, or studying for tests, or going to class,
and therefore failing is not acceptable. I'm going to strap you for it, hands
on the chair!"
"Yes, Ma'am."
I planted my hands on the sides of the chair, back arched, bottom up in
the air waiting for the strapping to start. It wasn't long. Miss's belt landed
over and over and over again. I had
never been spanked in this position before and was finding it hard to keep my
back arched and my bottom out. So about five strokes in Miss took a hold of my
hip and helped me back into position after each lick. After my strapping Miss
stood me up beside her as she lowered herself back into the chair. Pulling me
by the wrist Miss positioned me back over her knee.
"Sunshine, I don't ever want to hear of you not working to your
full potential ever again."
"I know."
"A failing grade in any class is ridiculous and I won't stand for it."
"Yes, Ma'am."
A short but firm tear-jerking hand spanking followed. I was so well-spanked already that I couldn't stay in position. I fought and fought and
fought until I managed to get out of Miss's hold. I knelt crying holding my
blistered bottom in front of her.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. I'll bring my grade up."
Grabbing my chin, she pulled my eyes in line with hers.
"Yes, you will! You are going to get up and stand in that corner.
After which you will march yourself down to the science lab, apologize to your
teacher, request the extra homework he offered you, and then go to your last
class."
"Yes, Miss."
"And until that grade is brought up, you're grounded."
"But?"
"This means you come to school, you go home from school, and you
spend the night doing your homework. All your homework! And until that grade is
brought up you have detention with me at lunch. You little girl are going to
learn what a school paddle feels like. And I want you to hate it," Miss
informed.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, you do. And you know why. Don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"In the corner."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
I had survived my very first bare-bottom spanking. Something I had
thought about for a very long time but something I never thought I would ever
experience. Standing in the corner my bottom felt raw and bruised, like I'd
never sit again. I thought at that moment that I had made the wrong choice.
Maybe I wasn't really into spanking. Maybe the pain was just too much for me.
Fifteen minutes later I was released from my jail and headed to my final class
but I changed my mind. I collected my extra homework and jumped on the city bus
home. Once home I headed to my room locking myself in. There I thought and
cried, thought and cried, thought and cried. It wasn't fair. Why was I punished
so severely? I hated her at that moment but I didn't understand why. This is
what I wanted so why was I feeling like this?
It took about an hour for me to go through all my emotions. First, I was
upset with Miss. She did this to me I had nothing to do with it. I was forced
to take a spanking I didn't want. Then I felt guilt; guilt from my earlier
behaviour, guilt from skipping my last class, guilt from disappointing Miss,
guilt from disrespecting her now. It finally hit me. I've always had a sulky
personality. It's something I still suffer from after I get spanked, this is why
corner time is so important in my punishment routine.
Guilty, I wiped my tears away and headed to my desk. Organizing my
science books, I carefully sat my tender and bruised bottom on my desk chair.
As I sat and read my makeup science homework, I couldn't help but think about
the story I had buried in my desk drawer. That fantasy story I had written when
I was ten had just come true. And once I got through my sulky emotions, I
realized I loved it. I loved having someone to answer to for my actions. From
that day on I have made sure that there was someone in my life that was willing
to take me to task when deserved and needed.
I knew that as I faced the school paddle tomorrow and the consequences
of skipping my last class I would do it with pride. The pride I felt knowing
that someone cared about what I did when I did it, and how I did it. Finally,
I felt whole and happy like I was worth something. That my grades, my
behaviour, my very being, the person that I was, and am, and that I wanted to
be were worth something to someone. It felt good knowing that I could trust Miss
with my deepest darkest secrets and never ever feel judged.
