Handling the Teacher (F/F story)

Jessica Conway looked up from the stack of papers she was marking to fix her pupil with the strictest glare she could muster. Even she could tell that her efforts weren't much worth mentioning, and from the look on Kelly's face, she wasn't too impressed.

 

Miss Conway had been a teacher at the school for about a month, and it was already becoming apparent to her that she was unable to control her class. Few of the pupils had any respect for her, making it hard to create any sort of order. She needed to set an example, and she had chosen Kelly. Kelly was one of the most popular girls in class – attractive and intelligent, and with an unmatched confidence. Miss Conway hoped that by making the leader of the pack respect her, the rest of the class would follow. So she had found some excuse for giving the girl detention, to take her away from her peers were Miss Conway could more easily handle her.

 

She looked at the girl again. Kelly had put her pencil down, and rather than complete the assignment she had been given, she was studying her teacher, as one might study an animal at a zoo, or a maths equation on the blackboard.

 

“Why don't you get on with your work, Kelly?” Miss Conway said, smiling sweetly.

 

“I am thinking, Miss Conway,” said the girl calmly.

 

“About what?”

 

“About you.”

 

“Why don't you think about your assignment instead?” Miss Conway said, still displaying her fake smile. She returned to her marking, but after a few minutes, she looked up to see that Kelly was still studying her, and she wasn't sure she liked the look on the girl's face.

 

“Is there a problem, Kelly?”

 

“I think I've worked out why I'm in detention, Miss Conway.”

 

The teacher chuckled. “I would have thought that was obvious, Kelly. You're here because you talked in class. I'm going to teach you some discipline.”

 

Kelly shook her head. “No, that's not it. People talk in class all of the time, and I've never seen you give detention to anyone for it. And you didn't punish Nina, despite the fact that the two of us were talking to each other. She talked more than me, if I remember correctly.”

 

Miss Conway's smile faltered a bit. The girl was sharp. “Are suggesting that there is some great conspiracy against you? That the teachers hate you? Grow up, Kelly.”

 

The girl shook her head again. “No, that's not it, either. I've had teachers that hated me before, and it showed every time they looked at me. There's no hate in your eyes, Miss Conway. Nervousness, clearly, and a hint of jealously, but no hate.” She leaned back in her chair. “My conclusion is that you're tired of losing control, Miss Conway. You can't control the class, and so you single out me, hoping that by putting me in my place, as it were, you will be able to control the rest of the room.”

 

Miss Conway felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The girl's remarks hit far too close to home for her comfort, and she needed to regain what authority she had. “If you are quite done with the psychoanalysis, Kelly, I'd like you to get back to your assignment,” she said, but winced when she heard the trembling in her own voice.

 

“I'm not. You think that your failure to control the classroom reflects badly on your suitability as a teacher. I'd like to tell you you're wrong about that, but you're not. You're failing in your job, and rather than accepting that and taking the necessary steps, you're punishing me. You're not punishing the troublemakers, you're not asking for my help getting the respect of the class, you're hoping that you can subdue me, and that it will have a ripple effect. You can't, and even if you could, it wouldn't.”

 

Miss Conway opened her drawer and picked up the large, wooden ruler inside. She stepped over to Kelly's desk, waving the ruler in her face as if it were a weapon. “If you don't stop yapping THIS INSTANT, I will bend you over my desk and teach you a good lesson!” While corporal punishment was still legal in the school, Miss Conway had decided she had no interest in enforcing it – it was better to earn their respect without violence, she thought. But she could feel what little power she had over the girl, slipping away with every word, so she decided to regain what control she could.

 

It was apparent that she had no desire to use the ruler, and she wasn't sure she could if she tried. She didn't resist when Kelly gently reached her hand forward, taking the object from her grasp. “Don't shout, Miss Conway. It's not nice.”

 

Miss Conway could feel tears at the edge of her eyes. It has been a last, desperate gamble, and it had failed. She was half a foot taller than her pupil, and her navy blue jacket and skirt gave more confidence than Kelly's schoolgirl uniform, but it was quite clear just who was in charge. Glancing down, she wasn't sure she liked the look in the girl's face, or the way she tapped the ruler against her palm.

 

“I'm very disappointed in you, Jessica. Shouting and marching around? Blaming me for your mistakes?” Miss Conway wanted to correct her, to remind her that teachers should always be called by their last names in school, but she couldn't. She was Jessica now.

 

As she rose to her feet, Kelly placed a hand on the small of her teacher's back and led her towards the front of the room. “I think you need to be punished for your actions today, Jessica. Bend over the desk and grab the other side.”

 

Jessica stared wide-eyed at the girl. Did she mean... But she was an adult! And a teacher! And, theoretically, in charge around here! She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again when Kelly furrowed her brow. Unable to muster up the courage to stand up to her, Jessica did as she was instructed.

 

“You've run away from your responsibilities, Jessica. But no more.”

 

Jessica squealed as Kelly grabbed the hem of her skirt, starting to pull it up. “But Kelly, you can't -” she said in a voice that was a lot whinier and more high-pitched than she had intended.

 

Kelly placed a hand at the small of her back to stop her from getting up. “Shush, girl. I'm going to punish you the way you should be punished.”

 

A few seconds later, the hem of Jessica's skirt had been pulled up to rest on her back, and the cold, hard wood of the ruler was rubbing against her thin panties. “Do you have anything to say before I give you the spanking you so richly deserve?” Kelly said calmly.

 

“I'm sorry,” Jessica squeaked.

 

Kelly chuckled. “Not as sorry as you're going to be."

 

As the first smacks of the ruler landed on her bottom, Kelly grimaced in pain. It had been more than a decade since she had been spanked, and she had forgotten just how much a ruler could hurt. Before long, she was wincing with every single pop against her backside.

 

“Ouch! That hurts,” she whined.

 

“That's the point,” Kelly explained, her voice calm and lecturing as if talking to a toddler. “Since you have been acting like a child, I'm going to treat you like one.” The ruler continued its dance on her burning buttocks, and Jessica kicked her legs. “So maybe, when you're trying to sit down on this blistered bottom, you'll think about your actions.”

 

For a few minutes, Jessica tried to stop herself from crying, but the pain grew too much, and the tears started rolling down her cheeks. When Kelly finally stopped, it was only long enough to grab the waistband of Jessica's panties and lower them to her knees. Jessica didn't dare protest this new indignity.

 

The ruler stung even more on her bare backside. She was kicking her legs and promising to be good with every loud crack, but Kelly was merciless. By the time Kelly finally put the ruler down, Jessica was sobbing like a five-year-old.

 

Jessica tried to reach back and rub the sting away, but Kelly slapped her hands away. The teacher found herself marched into a corner, and told to place her nose against the wall and her hands on her head.

 

“You will stay there for half an hour and think about what you have done,” Kelly told her strictly.

 

Now that her spanking was over, and she was forced to confront what had happened, Jessica was shocked to discover how at ease she felt. Sure, her bottom hurt like she had tried to sit in a fire, and it was embarrassing to stand here with her bottom bared while her pupil admired her handiwork, but there was a peace inside her. Like something in the universe finally was put in its proper place.

 

Some time later, she heard Kelly get up and fiddle around with something. She wanted to ask what was happening, but she didn't dare.

 

“I've finished what I was working on, Jessica, and I'll be heading home, but there's still about fifteen minutes left of your corner time. So I've set a timer on your cell phone. You will remain in the corner, nose to the wall, until it rings.”

 

Jessica glanced over her shoulder. She couldn't possibly expect her to stand here all alone, could she? “But-”

 

Kelly glared. “Face the corner, and no talking, Jessica. At some point during the school day tomorrow, I'll ask you whether you were able to remain in position. If you weren't, or if you try to lie to me, we'll repeat every step of this punishment until you can. Is that clear?”

 

“Yes, Kelly,” Jessica said, her face to the corner.

 

“Good girl.”

 

When the time was up, Jessica sighed as she could finally step out of the corner and take her hands down. When she retrieved her cell phone, there was a note next to it.

 

“Here's how things will work from now on. In the classroom, you will still be Miss Conway, and I'll try to get the class to respect you more. But you're going to have to do most of the work yourself, of course. But when the day is over, if I decide that you need a lesson that day, you're Jessica, the bad little girl who will be turned over my lap or over the teacher's desk, getting her bare bottom spanked until she learns to behave.”

 

Jessica looked up from the note and realized that she was OK with that.