As I was sitting at my desk grading papers one Friday afternoon, someone knocked on the open door of my office, and a timid voice said "Mister Rackham?"
I looked up from my work to see Nicole, one of my favourite students, standing in the doorway looking at me. Nicole was a lanky girl of 18 with long, brown, curly hair, and large, green eyes. She was biting a fingernail nervously, and looked very uncomfortable. There was something about her manner that suggested she might be in trouble, which surprised me; Nicole was a hard-working student who always had good grades and never broke the rules. "Hello, Nicole. What can I do for you?"
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course!"
She closed the door behind her. I offered her a chair, but she declined it with a grimace. "I don't want to sit down right now." Before I could ask what she meant, she sighed. "Beatrice has been bullying me."
Beatrice was one of the goths – a surly, dark-clad, dark-haired girl who treated homework like suggestions, though she usually kept quiet and didn't disturb the rest of the class. She'd never been the friendliest girl, but she mostly wanted to be left alone, and I'd never heard of her being a bully. I couldn't imagine that Nicole was lying, though.
My confusion must have been apparent on my face, for Nicole glanced outside the door to make sure we were alone, and then suddenly turned her back to me, flipped up her skirt, and lowered her panties. "Look at this, sir!"
Once I got over the surprise of having one of my favourite students suddenly mooning me, I could see that her bottom was bright red, covered in handprints. Someone had clearly given her a good spanking. "And that is Beatrice's handiwork?" I asked.
Nicole nodded, before slipping her panties back on and lowering her skirt. "She came to my room and ordered me to write her assignment for her. When I refused, she dragged me over her knee, pulled my panties down, and –" she sniffled. "Spanked me!"
I quickly offered her a paper tissue, which she gratefully accepted and began to dab her eyes. I also wanted to offer her a comforting hug, but it was not considered acceptable for teachers to hug students.
She told me the rest of her story, and I promised to deal with her bully. As Nicole left my office, there was a relieved smile on her face, though she was also rubbing the seat of her skirt with one hand.
Deciding to handle the matter immediately, I stopped one of the students walking past, asking if she could tell Beatrice to report to my office immediately. Ten minutes later, the short, stocky goth girl knocked on my door. "You wanted to see me?" Unlike most of the students, Beatrice never called me 'sir' or used my last name. I offered her the chair, and she sat down.
"I've heard reports that you've been bullying others. Someone walked past and heard you give one of your fellow students a spanking." This wasn't true, of course, but I wanted to give her the impression that someone other than Nicole had reported her, to reduce the chance of her retaliating against her victim.
Beatrice only glared at me, as if she hoped to scowl me into submission. This was obviously futile.
"Is this true?" I asked. Though I couldn't imagine that Nicole was lying – and I'd already seen her marks – I wanted to give Beatrice a chance to defend herself. I couldn't imagine what she'd say, but I was willing to listen.
Beatrice only shrugged.
"You think it's funny to beat your classmates?"
"It was only a spanking," she muttered.
"Well, we'll see whether you think it's 'only' a spanking once I'm done. Stand up." With a sulk on her face, Beatrice obeyed. My hands went to the front of her dark denim cutoff shorts, and I unbuttoned and unzipped them, before lowering them to her knees, revealing a black thong. I pulled the girl over my lap, and her thong soon joined her shorts around her knees. My hand smacked firmly down on her pale cheeks, and the girl grunted as I began to spank her.
My hand moved swiftly from cheek to cheek, and I spanked hard and fast. The girl bit her lip, doing her best to convince me that it didn't hurt at all, but I wasn't fooled. I knew my hand would last a lot longer than her bottom, and as I continued to thrash her, I was soon proven correct.
My hard hand slammed down on her soft skin. She began to squirm over my lap, and she could no longer hold back the tears. Her bottom was as red as Nicole's had been, but I kept going – I wanted to make sure this never happened again.
"I'm sorry, sir! I'll be good!" she finally pleaded. I smiled; it was the first time I could remember Beatrice calling me 'sir'. I gave her a few more smacks, just to make sure she had learned her lesson, then ended her punishment.
I helped the girl to her feet, where she gingerly rubbed her bare bottom. I offered her a tissue, and once again wanted to roll my eyes at regulations that allowed me to bare a girl's bottom and spank her, but not to give her a hug and comfort her.
Beatrice soon pulled her panties and shorts back up, leaving my office with a promise to behave from now on. I smiled, confident that the matter was solved.
A week later, Nicole was back in my office, telling me that Beatrice had spanked her again.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh dear. Do you think she knows you came to see me?"
"No, I'm almost certain she doesn't. She just wanted to steal some of my notes. I offered to make copies, but she wanted the originals, and when I refused, she pulled me over her knee and spanked my bare bottom again." Before I could stop her, she turned around and bared her bottom again, giving me proof of her story. Her bottom was just as red as last time.
I frowned. "We could find you another room to stay in – maybe one nearer the teachers' quarters, so you won't be so isolated if something happens. Or we could have Beatrice moved to another class – or possibly another school…"
Nicole shook her head. "That's not necessary, sir! I'm sure that if you just punish her again, that will be enough. Another good spanking is just what she needs."
It was only once Nicole had left and Beatrice had answered my summons, that I wondered how Nicole had known I had spanked Beatrice – that punishment had taken place in private, and I had other tools at my disposal for disciplining students. Though considering the offense, it was presumably not hard to guess how I'd dealt with it.
"Have a seat, Beatrice," I told her as she entered the room. She glared at me with the same sullen expression as before. "I thought you promised me that you would behave from now on?"
She folded her arms in front of her chest, sulking. "I have."
"I've had reports that you've been bullying students again."
"From who?"
I sighed. "You cannot possibly expect me to answer that question, Beatrice."
She continued to glare at me.
"Can you give me any reason whatsoever why I shouldn't pull you across my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a good, sound spanking?"
She pouted. "It hurts! And it's embarrassing."
"It's supposed to be, Beatrice. Now, stand up."
She was wearing the same shorts as the week before – or possibly ones that looked just like them. Her thong, however, had been replaced with boyshort panties, though they were still black. Once again, I pulled the girl over my knee before lowering her panties; I wanted to embarrass her, but not humiliate her completely.
I spanked her hard and fast. Like before, she tried to act tough, but as the sting grew, she eventually kicked her legs and squealed. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but I didn't let that deter me; I wanted to make absolutely sure that she learned her lesson from this. I couldn't have this girl assaulting other students.
Soon, she was squirming around over my lap, pleading for mercy and promising to behave. I gave her another dozen spanks, just to make sure, then stopped. When I placed her on her feet, she tried to rub her stinging rear, but I slapped her hands away. "Hands on your head, nose in the corner," I instructed her. "Maybe some time to think will convince you to mend your ways." She gazed pitifully at me, but when she saw I didn't budge, she obeyed.
I left her sniffling in the corner for fifteen minutes. Then, I allowed her to get dressed, and I sent her back to her room. As she left, I had a feeling she'd behave from now on.
One week later, Nicole was back, with a bottom that was just as red as before.
"I think you need to punish her again, sir," she said.
I frowned. "Nicole, this clearly isn't working. I can't have her bullying you like this. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to protect you? Maybe one of the female teachers has an extra room…"
She shook her head. "No, sir. Thank you for the offer, but I like my quiet quarters, and I'm SURE it will work this time."
I decided to step things up a notch. When Beatrice knocked on my door with her usual insolent expression, there was a large, heavy paddle lying on the table. Her eye-rolling disdain was replaced with a wide-eyed look of terror as she stared at the object. "Sir…"
I smiled; it was the first time she'd called me 'sir' without being spanked first. "Is something wrong, Beatrice?"
Still staring at the paddle as if it was a snake ready to strike her, she took a step back, both hands protectively clasping the seat of her shorts. "Sir… please, don't use that thing on me. I promise to behave!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Hm. The paddle is having an effect on your attitude already. I can't wait to see what happens once I actually use it on you…"
I called her forward with a crooked finger, and she reluctantly obeyed. Her eyes never left the paddle, even when I lowered her dark shorts, or when I placed her over my knee and pulled her black panties down to her knees. "Please, sir, can't you use your hand instead?"
Ignoring her pleas, I picked up the paddle and tapped it against her bare bottom, enjoying the sight of her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Goosebumps formed as she waited for the first stroke, and I decided not to leave her waiting long.
The first smack of the paddle against her soft cheeks caused her to howl, and so did the second. It took less than a minute before she was squirming over my lap, and only a little more time before she was pleading for mercy and promising to be the best-behaved girl in the whole school – no, the whole world!
Deciding that it couldn't go on like this, I closed my ears to her pleas and continued to paddle her soundly. I wanted to make sure this didn't happen again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and soon, her pleas and promises were replaced with incoherent wails and blubbering. There was no doubt whatsoever that what I had over my lap was one well-spanked young lady.
By the time she was allowed off my lap, her bottom was scarlet. She tried to stand, but her knees buckled, and I had to come to her aid. As I helped her up, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her. I rubbed her back as she cried against my shirt, and I had a feeling that she'd truly learned her lesson this time. It was a chastened girl that left my office that day.
Six days later, the unanswered questions still bugged me. Why had Nicole refused every offer of protection? If she was being attacked in her room, where she was supposed to be safe, surely she'd want it to stop? One possibility was that she'd been lying about the bullying – but there was no question that she'd received a bright red bottom; she'd showed it to me, unbidden, on every occasion. Besides, why hadn't Beatrice refuted the allegations? On the other hand, if it was all true, why hadn't she stopped? She'd seemed quite contrite after the punishments…
I decided to head over to Nicole's room to see if she could answer some of my questions. Her door was ajar, but before I could knock, I was shocked to hear her talking to Beatrice.
"Come on, Trixie, don't you think I deserve a little spanking? I've been very naughty, you know…"
Through the gap, I could see Nicole bend at the waist, wriggling her skirt-clad rear in the goth girl's face.
"Sure, Nicky, any time you want. But don't tell Mister Rackham about it this time," Beatrice said with a grimace.
Nicole pouted. "I thought you liked being spanked by him?"
"I do! I love it! It's wonderful to have him unzip my shorts, bend me over his knee, and take my panties down, and his hand is absolutely amazing. But that paddle…" She winced at the memory. "It's the worst thing ever! I couldn't sit down for three whole days!" She blushed. "Mind you, that hug almost made it worth it." My mind reeled as I slowly realized what had actually been going on.
There was a grin on Nicole's face. "Sounds fun. Maybe we should sneak into his office and borrow it? I want to feel it!"
"Trust me, you don't." Beatrice shuddered, then smiled. "But if you want another trip over my knee, I'm sure I could be convinced to –" Suddenly, her eyes widened. She'd spotted me watching them. "Oh!"
"'Oh'? What do you mean, 'Oh'? What are you –" Nicole followed her friend's gaze, noticing my presence. "Oh!"
For a minute or two, no one said anything. Nicole was the first to recover, and she looked at me with a mischievous pout. "We are very sorry for deceiving you, Mister Rackham. That was very naughty of us."
Beatrice glanced at her friend, before matching her expression. "Yes. We are two naughty, naughty girls."
"I think we need to be properly punished for this, sir." Nicole batted her eyelashes. "Don't you?"
The two girls stared at me with pleading eyes and impish smirks, waiting for my response.
I looked up from my work to see Nicole, one of my favourite students, standing in the doorway looking at me. Nicole was a lanky girl of 18 with long, brown, curly hair, and large, green eyes. She was biting a fingernail nervously, and looked very uncomfortable. There was something about her manner that suggested she might be in trouble, which surprised me; Nicole was a hard-working student who always had good grades and never broke the rules. "Hello, Nicole. What can I do for you?"
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course!"
She closed the door behind her. I offered her a chair, but she declined it with a grimace. "I don't want to sit down right now." Before I could ask what she meant, she sighed. "Beatrice has been bullying me."
Beatrice was one of the goths – a surly, dark-clad, dark-haired girl who treated homework like suggestions, though she usually kept quiet and didn't disturb the rest of the class. She'd never been the friendliest girl, but she mostly wanted to be left alone, and I'd never heard of her being a bully. I couldn't imagine that Nicole was lying, though.
My confusion must have been apparent on my face, for Nicole glanced outside the door to make sure we were alone, and then suddenly turned her back to me, flipped up her skirt, and lowered her panties. "Look at this, sir!"
Once I got over the surprise of having one of my favourite students suddenly mooning me, I could see that her bottom was bright red, covered in handprints. Someone had clearly given her a good spanking. "And that is Beatrice's handiwork?" I asked.
Nicole nodded, before slipping her panties back on and lowering her skirt. "She came to my room and ordered me to write her assignment for her. When I refused, she dragged me over her knee, pulled my panties down, and –" she sniffled. "Spanked me!"
I quickly offered her a paper tissue, which she gratefully accepted and began to dab her eyes. I also wanted to offer her a comforting hug, but it was not considered acceptable for teachers to hug students.
She told me the rest of her story, and I promised to deal with her bully. As Nicole left my office, there was a relieved smile on her face, though she was also rubbing the seat of her skirt with one hand.
Deciding to handle the matter immediately, I stopped one of the students walking past, asking if she could tell Beatrice to report to my office immediately. Ten minutes later, the short, stocky goth girl knocked on my door. "You wanted to see me?" Unlike most of the students, Beatrice never called me 'sir' or used my last name. I offered her the chair, and she sat down.
"I've heard reports that you've been bullying others. Someone walked past and heard you give one of your fellow students a spanking." This wasn't true, of course, but I wanted to give her the impression that someone other than Nicole had reported her, to reduce the chance of her retaliating against her victim.
Beatrice only glared at me, as if she hoped to scowl me into submission. This was obviously futile.
"Is this true?" I asked. Though I couldn't imagine that Nicole was lying – and I'd already seen her marks – I wanted to give Beatrice a chance to defend herself. I couldn't imagine what she'd say, but I was willing to listen.
Beatrice only shrugged.
"You think it's funny to beat your classmates?"
"It was only a spanking," she muttered.
"Well, we'll see whether you think it's 'only' a spanking once I'm done. Stand up." With a sulk on her face, Beatrice obeyed. My hands went to the front of her dark denim cutoff shorts, and I unbuttoned and unzipped them, before lowering them to her knees, revealing a black thong. I pulled the girl over my lap, and her thong soon joined her shorts around her knees. My hand smacked firmly down on her pale cheeks, and the girl grunted as I began to spank her.
My hand moved swiftly from cheek to cheek, and I spanked hard and fast. The girl bit her lip, doing her best to convince me that it didn't hurt at all, but I wasn't fooled. I knew my hand would last a lot longer than her bottom, and as I continued to thrash her, I was soon proven correct.
My hard hand slammed down on her soft skin. She began to squirm over my lap, and she could no longer hold back the tears. Her bottom was as red as Nicole's had been, but I kept going – I wanted to make sure this never happened again.
"I'm sorry, sir! I'll be good!" she finally pleaded. I smiled; it was the first time I could remember Beatrice calling me 'sir'. I gave her a few more smacks, just to make sure she had learned her lesson, then ended her punishment.
I helped the girl to her feet, where she gingerly rubbed her bare bottom. I offered her a tissue, and once again wanted to roll my eyes at regulations that allowed me to bare a girl's bottom and spank her, but not to give her a hug and comfort her.
Beatrice soon pulled her panties and shorts back up, leaving my office with a promise to behave from now on. I smiled, confident that the matter was solved.
A week later, Nicole was back in my office, telling me that Beatrice had spanked her again.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh dear. Do you think she knows you came to see me?"
"No, I'm almost certain she doesn't. She just wanted to steal some of my notes. I offered to make copies, but she wanted the originals, and when I refused, she pulled me over her knee and spanked my bare bottom again." Before I could stop her, she turned around and bared her bottom again, giving me proof of her story. Her bottom was just as red as last time.
I frowned. "We could find you another room to stay in – maybe one nearer the teachers' quarters, so you won't be so isolated if something happens. Or we could have Beatrice moved to another class – or possibly another school…"
Nicole shook her head. "That's not necessary, sir! I'm sure that if you just punish her again, that will be enough. Another good spanking is just what she needs."
It was only once Nicole had left and Beatrice had answered my summons, that I wondered how Nicole had known I had spanked Beatrice – that punishment had taken place in private, and I had other tools at my disposal for disciplining students. Though considering the offense, it was presumably not hard to guess how I'd dealt with it.
"Have a seat, Beatrice," I told her as she entered the room. She glared at me with the same sullen expression as before. "I thought you promised me that you would behave from now on?"
She folded her arms in front of her chest, sulking. "I have."
"I've had reports that you've been bullying students again."
"From who?"
I sighed. "You cannot possibly expect me to answer that question, Beatrice."
She continued to glare at me.
"Can you give me any reason whatsoever why I shouldn't pull you across my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a good, sound spanking?"
She pouted. "It hurts! And it's embarrassing."
"It's supposed to be, Beatrice. Now, stand up."
She was wearing the same shorts as the week before – or possibly ones that looked just like them. Her thong, however, had been replaced with boyshort panties, though they were still black. Once again, I pulled the girl over my knee before lowering her panties; I wanted to embarrass her, but not humiliate her completely.
I spanked her hard and fast. Like before, she tried to act tough, but as the sting grew, she eventually kicked her legs and squealed. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but I didn't let that deter me; I wanted to make absolutely sure that she learned her lesson from this. I couldn't have this girl assaulting other students.
Soon, she was squirming around over my lap, pleading for mercy and promising to behave. I gave her another dozen spanks, just to make sure, then stopped. When I placed her on her feet, she tried to rub her stinging rear, but I slapped her hands away. "Hands on your head, nose in the corner," I instructed her. "Maybe some time to think will convince you to mend your ways." She gazed pitifully at me, but when she saw I didn't budge, she obeyed.
I left her sniffling in the corner for fifteen minutes. Then, I allowed her to get dressed, and I sent her back to her room. As she left, I had a feeling she'd behave from now on.
One week later, Nicole was back, with a bottom that was just as red as before.
"I think you need to punish her again, sir," she said.
I frowned. "Nicole, this clearly isn't working. I can't have her bullying you like this. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to protect you? Maybe one of the female teachers has an extra room…"
She shook her head. "No, sir. Thank you for the offer, but I like my quiet quarters, and I'm SURE it will work this time."
I decided to step things up a notch. When Beatrice knocked on my door with her usual insolent expression, there was a large, heavy paddle lying on the table. Her eye-rolling disdain was replaced with a wide-eyed look of terror as she stared at the object. "Sir…"
I smiled; it was the first time she'd called me 'sir' without being spanked first. "Is something wrong, Beatrice?"
Still staring at the paddle as if it was a snake ready to strike her, she took a step back, both hands protectively clasping the seat of her shorts. "Sir… please, don't use that thing on me. I promise to behave!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Hm. The paddle is having an effect on your attitude already. I can't wait to see what happens once I actually use it on you…"
I called her forward with a crooked finger, and she reluctantly obeyed. Her eyes never left the paddle, even when I lowered her dark shorts, or when I placed her over my knee and pulled her black panties down to her knees. "Please, sir, can't you use your hand instead?"
Ignoring her pleas, I picked up the paddle and tapped it against her bare bottom, enjoying the sight of her cheeks clenching and unclenching. Goosebumps formed as she waited for the first stroke, and I decided not to leave her waiting long.
The first smack of the paddle against her soft cheeks caused her to howl, and so did the second. It took less than a minute before she was squirming over my lap, and only a little more time before she was pleading for mercy and promising to be the best-behaved girl in the whole school – no, the whole world!
Deciding that it couldn't go on like this, I closed my ears to her pleas and continued to paddle her soundly. I wanted to make sure this didn't happen again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and soon, her pleas and promises were replaced with incoherent wails and blubbering. There was no doubt whatsoever that what I had over my lap was one well-spanked young lady.
By the time she was allowed off my lap, her bottom was scarlet. She tried to stand, but her knees buckled, and I had to come to her aid. As I helped her up, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her. I rubbed her back as she cried against my shirt, and I had a feeling that she'd truly learned her lesson this time. It was a chastened girl that left my office that day.
Six days later, the unanswered questions still bugged me. Why had Nicole refused every offer of protection? If she was being attacked in her room, where she was supposed to be safe, surely she'd want it to stop? One possibility was that she'd been lying about the bullying – but there was no question that she'd received a bright red bottom; she'd showed it to me, unbidden, on every occasion. Besides, why hadn't Beatrice refuted the allegations? On the other hand, if it was all true, why hadn't she stopped? She'd seemed quite contrite after the punishments…
I decided to head over to Nicole's room to see if she could answer some of my questions. Her door was ajar, but before I could knock, I was shocked to hear her talking to Beatrice.
"Come on, Trixie, don't you think I deserve a little spanking? I've been very naughty, you know…"
Through the gap, I could see Nicole bend at the waist, wriggling her skirt-clad rear in the goth girl's face.
"Sure, Nicky, any time you want. But don't tell Mister Rackham about it this time," Beatrice said with a grimace.
Nicole pouted. "I thought you liked being spanked by him?"
"I do! I love it! It's wonderful to have him unzip my shorts, bend me over his knee, and take my panties down, and his hand is absolutely amazing. But that paddle…" She winced at the memory. "It's the worst thing ever! I couldn't sit down for three whole days!" She blushed. "Mind you, that hug almost made it worth it." My mind reeled as I slowly realized what had actually been going on.
There was a grin on Nicole's face. "Sounds fun. Maybe we should sneak into his office and borrow it? I want to feel it!"
"Trust me, you don't." Beatrice shuddered, then smiled. "But if you want another trip over my knee, I'm sure I could be convinced to –" Suddenly, her eyes widened. She'd spotted me watching them. "Oh!"
"'Oh'? What do you mean, 'Oh'? What are you –" Nicole followed her friend's gaze, noticing my presence. "Oh!"
For a minute or two, no one said anything. Nicole was the first to recover, and she looked at me with a mischievous pout. "We are very sorry for deceiving you, Mister Rackham. That was very naughty of us."
Beatrice glanced at her friend, before matching her expression. "Yes. We are two naughty, naughty girls."
"I think we need to be properly punished for this, sir." Nicole batted her eyelashes. "Don't you?"
The two girls stared at me with pleading eyes and impish smirks, waiting for my response.
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