When I was in sixth grade, my teacher, Miss Johnson, would spank me. I felt that it turned around my life and helped me do better in school. Now I am a freshman in college and I am studying to become an accountant. My grades currently aren't so good, and I seem to have trouble concentrating. So on spring break, I went back to the old school and had Miss Johnson spank me again. Before I left the old school, we set it up where I would go to Miss Johnson's home every Friday night at seven to be spanked. The college that I go to is only an hour away from where Miss Johnson lives, so this worked out fine for me.
She gave me quite the spanking in the school when I visited her, but I wasn't sure what it was going to be like to be spanked in her house. I thought that I had allowed plenty of time to get to her house, but with more traffic than what I had anticipated, plus trying to find Miss Johnson's house for the first time, I was ten minutes late. Miss Johnson greeted me at her door with a paddle in her hand and an angry look on her face. "You're ten minutes late and I don't tolerate my students being late. Hurry up and step inside, and I will hang up your jacket."
As she took my jacket, she moved over a small throw rug to reveal a white line that was about two feet from the front door. The line also had two small X's that were spaced about a foot and a half apart. "Put your feet on the Xs, and put your hands out in front of you and lean against the door." After I was in this position she said, "I always expect my students to be on time. Since you were ten minutes late, you will receive ten swats of the paddle."
She raised back the paddle and gave me a very hard swat. Although I still had all of my clothes on, I was surprised how much I felt the sting of the paddle through my pants. By the time the ten swats were over with, I was amazed that my bottom was already starting to heat up.
"Come into my living room so that we can talk about what type of spankings you deserve every week." Once in her living room, she offered me tea and a cookie. I told her that I had felt the last spanking she gave me for three days, and it had helped my concentration in my studies at college. She told me that I needed to bring with me each week, the grades and scores that I had received on any of my tests, quizzes, or assignments. We would then discuss them, and then I would be spanked accordingly. At the end of the semester, I would receive a longer spanking, depending on how well I improved in school. This sounded fair to me. I was surprised at how calmly we were able to discuss my spankings.
"Before I begin your formal spankings, I need to ask you a few question and get some honest answers. So come over here and stand in front of me." I stood in front of me and proceeded to undo my belt and unzip me. "Stand still and put your hands on top of your head." Then with one quick yank, my slacks were at my ankles. Underneath, I was wearing some colorful boxer shorts. "Never wear these when you come to my house to be spanked. Always wear white cotton briefs." Soon, my boxer shorts were also at my ankles. I didn't mean to, but I had a good size erection standing before her. "I'll ignore that for now, just bend over my lap." She hiked up her dress and spread her legs so that my penis was dangling down between her legs. Then I felt her strong thighs squeeze together and hold my penis and me in place. I felt like a naughty little schoolboy.
"I see your bottom is already a little pink from the ten swats of the paddle when you arrived late. Your bottom will turn a lot redder by the time you leave here."
Spank, Spank, Spank.
"Do you promise to be on time each time you visit me?"
"Yes I do!" I replied.
Spank, Spank, Spank.
"And do you promise to visit me every Friday night, with no excuses."
"Yes I do!"
Spank, Spank, Spank.
"And will you share all of your grades with me?"
"Yes I will."
Spank, Spank, Spank.
"Now I want you to stand up and take off all of your clothes, including your shoes and socks. Leave your clothes in here and then follow me unto my office for your formal spanking."
In her office was a large wooden desk. There were also many paddles and spanking implements hanging on the wall. "All of my students bend over the desk when I spank them. Please assume the position and grab the other side of the desk."
After I was in position, I expected my spanking to begin, but she said, "This isn't going to work quite right since you have long legs.