Part 2A
She stood in front of Timothy, her hands on her hips, a classic pose conveying to the hapless young man that an answer was expected and that no answer meant trouble. Trouble with a capital T.
“Mr Spencer I am waiting…”
Timothy tried desperately to gather his thoughts. He did not have a clue as to the question. Try as he might he knew that he had no answer and the only certainty was that he was in trouble. Wildly he looked around desperately seeking inspiration, he coughed, stuttered and finally, head hanging in defeat he said; “Sorry Ma’am I can’t remember the question.”
“Timothy, I think you need some incentive to ensure your continued sojourn in my class. Until then please remove yourself from this class.”
With that rejoinder, she turned and walked to the front of the class, leaving a stunned and speechless Tim standing there mouth agape.
Upon arrival at her desk, Ms Cameron turned and seeing Tim still rooted to the spot asked him what part of get out of her class he failed to understand.
“Mr Spencer, do you want me to call security to have you forcibly removed from the classroom.” This galvanised Tim into moving, he walked to the front of the class and in a low voice pleaded with this very stern and angry teacher for leniency.
“Please Ms Cameron don’t expel me from the class, I will do anything to stay, please Ma’am I’m begging you.”
With that dismissal, Ms Cameron turned and walked to her desk, where she turned and faced the stunned, silent teenager, who stared at her in stunned disbelief.
“Mr Spencer would you like me to summon security to forcibly remove you from the class. Well?”
“Please Ma’am can we discuss this.” Can we make some arrangement, some other means to sort this out?”
“Yes maybe there is some other way we can deal with this problem, however if I did then I could end up in trouble so I think the best thing I can do is to bar you from my class for the rest of the week.”
With that Tim returned to his desk and gathered his books and with a heavy heart left the room wondering as he did, how on earth he was going to explain this latest development to his already irate mother.
Tim did not go home straight away; he waited in the library until school was out for the day and went back to Ms Cameron to plead his case for re-admittance to class.
As he walked towards her classroom, he played out a likely scenario in his mind. As he entered the class, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to the teacher. She looked up from her desk and saw who had entered. “What can I do for you Mr. Spencer?”
“I’d like to ask you about the suspension Ms Cameron.”
“Yes what about it?”
“I would like to ask you to allow me back into class.”
“Why should I do that Mr Spencer? You swan in when you feel like it. You totally refuse to do the work in class and not only that, you are a distraction to the other students, so you tell me Mr Spencer, why should I let you come back so that you can disrupt my class further.”
“You said there was maybe an alternative way of dealing with this”
“Did I? You must be mistaken. I think you should go now and I will let you know when you may return to class.”
With a heavy heart, the dejected young man left the room and headed for home. He walked into the kitchen and said hello to his mother before going to his room where he sat at his pc and started to play a game.
His mother called him for supper at around seven and as they finished up there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it” said Tim as he opened the door and received the shock of his life. Standing in the doorway stood Ms. Cameron.
“Ms Cameron,” said the stunned young man. “What are you doing here?”
“Timothy Alan Spencer, why are you standing there gawping and sputtering like that come away from the door and let Ms Cameron enter. As for why she is here, well you will find out soon enough.”
Mary brushed past her son and welcomed her visitor leading her past a very worried Tim, who still stood in the doorway unable to comprehend what had transpired.
“Timothy Alan Spencer, are you still standing in the doorway. Come through to the sitting room and park yourself. You young man have quite a lot of explaining to do”, his mother said in an icy tone, the implications of which were not lost on Tim as he feverishly tried to set his mind in order and his butterflies to rest.
“Coming mom” said Tim as he closed the door and headed into the sitting room where his mother and teacher sat waiting for him.
As he sat down he looked at both women. Sat across the room directly opposite Tim sat his mother. To Tim’s right sat his teacher. Mary also looked at Tim, for she knew what had happened earlier today but in order to ensure the “cat stayed in the bag” so to speak had said nothing after Tim had come home. What Tim did not yet know, was that he was about to get the spanking of a lifetime, first from his teacher and then to drive home the lesson, from his mother.
For the next five minutes, the two women chatted, ignoring Tim completely. Tim sat there feeling increasingly like a goldfish in a bowl. He tried to rise and leave the room but a stern “SIT DOWN” from his mother caused him to sink back into his chair, his demeanour now totally subdued. Somehow, he knew he would soon be bawling, his tears soon to be flowing as either women lit a brush fire on his posterior.
Eventually the ladies turned and directed their attention on Tim who tried to sink even further into the back of the sofa.
“Well young man, would you care to tell me why you were excluded from class today,” said mom.
Argh she knows, thought Tim, as fear shot though his body. “I’m dead, I’m dead for sure” were the thoughts running rampant though his mind.
“Well Tim, cat got your tongue, come on now we are waiting”
Looking at the floor, unable to look his mother in the face Tim muttered softly, “mom, you already know, Ms Cameron has told you”
“Yes, however I want to hear it from you”
“Aww mom! You already know what happened. Ms Cameron kicked me out of her class, I did nothing wrong, I was not paying attention and she got mardy (an English expression meaning to get or be upset) that’s all.”
“I find that hard to believe Tim, that Ms Cameron, a respected teacher, would for no reason exclude a student from her class. You must have given her reason. Would you like to know the real reason why you are going to fail and fail miserably I might add”
“What do you mean?” said Tim.
“What I mean,” said Mary “is that if you do not change your attitude and start applying your self to your books, not only will you fail the year but you will, in all probability lose your scholarship. That young man we will not allow to happen. In order to stop the slide, we, Ms Cameron and I have come up with a plan.” Tonight you are going to get a spanking. I have decided to revive an old rule, I think you remember it, a spanking at school means a spanking at home. From tomorrow, you will sit right in front of Ms Cameron’s desk. You will also report for extra tuition following school every afternoon. Every Friday afternoon your progress for the week will be reviewed. If you do not apply yourself though the week, Ms Cameron will spank you. She will tell me and when you get home you will get another spanking before going to bed.”
“But mom I am too old to get a spanking.”
You may be 18 years old Timothy, however you are definitely going to be spanked. I can assure you of that. Now here is what is going to happen. You will go to Ms Cameron now and she is going to spank you, when she is done you will stand in that corner hands on your head until I call for you, you will consider the spanking from Ms Cameron a school spanking which means a follow up spanking from me.”
When Tim heard his mom say that his spanking would be in two parts, he groaned in dismay, it was one thing to get a spanking by a beautiful teacher, a real jerk off fantasy; however, the thought of also getting a spanking by his mother afterwards was not something he wished to contemplate.
When Tim turned to Ms Cameron, he saw she had a large hairbrush in her hand. Looking at Tim, she ordered him to fetch one of the dining chairs and to bring it to the lounge. Tim turned and did as told. On returning, he placed the chair as directed.
“Strip” said Ms Cameron briskly seating herself on the chair. “Come on, be quick about it.” Tim stood still, his mind unable to grasp the reality of the fact he was about to get a bare asses butt whipping and this was no fantasy.
Aloud he said to his mother, “mom, please tell her not bare”
“Timothy Alan Spencer, you have behaved like a little boy, so you will be punished like a little boy over Aunt Nancy’s knee,” said the stern teacher as she pulled a reluctant Tim towards her and proceeded to undo his trousers. Tim tried to prevent her from undoing the belt but a sharp SLAP on the back of his legs brought a cry of dismay from the unhappy youngster. It had the desired effect though because Tim immediately forgot about trying to stop Nancy from undoing his trousers and tried to rub the sting from his leg instead. Before the startled youngster knew what was happening he found himself, naked from the waist down, face down over the very knee’s that for so long, was the object of his fantasy.
“Give me your right hand Tim.,” said Nancy as she adjusted the position of his body so that she had her target area in just the right position. “I don’t want you to put your hand in the way so to prevent that I will ensure you don’t by holding it out of the way. Hands are not designed to be spanked with a brush, your bum however is and I am going to ensure that it gets a very good hard spanking” she said as she gripped Tim’s arm and forced it up out of the way effectively pinning Tim so that he could not move.
“Now Tim, tell Aunty Nancy why you, at the age of 18 are draped over my knee about to have your bare bottom spanked with this lovely hairbrush, just like a little boy of 10.” As she spoke, she lightly scratched her nails over the surface of his butt.
“Because I was rude and didn’t treat you with due respect, I didn’t apply myself to my studies and wasted your time.” said the penitent young man
“Not quite what I expected, but it will do”, said Nancy as she raised her arm and with a snap brought the brush crashing down on the upturned bottom in front of her.
Tim felt the air move before the brush connected. Mere milliseconds later a loud, BLAM! echoed through the lounge as the brush connected it’s target area, the left lower cheek. Before Tim could gasp at the pain, the brush connected with equal force on the opposite cheek, BLAM! The surface of butt stuck by the brush flattened and instantly turned white as blood drained from that area. Nerves began to scream as shards of white hot pain sent messages to Tim’s brain to return blood to the affected area.
The effect on Tim was dramatic, he arched his back and yelped in distress as the pain following the first blow reached his brain. His legs kicked straight in an involuntary reaction, However before anything else took place the second spank had landed. Now Tim’s yelp turned into a cry of distress as he realised that this was no fantasy spanking. This lady was really upset and the spanking was a real punishment spanking, not some erotic fantasy.
Nancy noted the reaction to the first two spanks with satisfaction. Good, she thought we are getting through to him. Focusing on the task, at hand she began to pepper the up thrust buttocks before her with enthusiasm and vigour, not allowing Tim to detect a pattern or rhythm, sometimes striking the same spot two or three times before moving on. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Tim began to cry out for the spanking and the pain to stop. Cries of remorse flowed like a river from his mouth. “I’m sorry ma’am, please stop it’s so sore, please I’ll never do it again.” After some time Tim gave up his pleas for mercy and clemency, He tried to struggle free, but with his arm twisted back into his shoulders, he was helpless and realizing this he simply gave up struggling and merely cried out as a particularly hard spank broke through his threshold. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Nancy could tell Tim was now reaching the limit of his endurance, he lay there yelling and crying at the top of his lungs, no longer struggling he simply cried and cried. She switched target and rained down fiery blows on the back of Tim’s thighs. This change in tactic produced a dramatic reaction as the tender skin turned red then purple within a few seconds. Tim’s muscles went into spasm as the pain reached new heights. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
A few more said Nancy to herself then we are done, she switched target again this time concentrating on the sit spot. These last dozen spanks w2ere by far the hardest of them all and Tim never even realised that the ordeal was over, that no more spanks were raining fire on his butt and thighs.
Nancy let Tim cry until he realised the end had taken place and that he’d missed it. All in all the whole spanking had lasted less than 5 minutes, for Tim it had felt like hours. As Tim came out of that pain induced place, he heard Nancy tell him to get up and kneel in front of her. He got off her lap and as his hands flew to cradle his aching butt, he saw the slight negative shake of his teachers head and before she could tell him not to rub, his hands flew to his sides.
“Timothy, can you hear me”, said Nancy as Tim looked at her, he saw no anger or animosity in her eyes, “Yes Ma’am I can” said Tim between sniffs. Tim I want you to know that it is because I care for you that I arranged this little meeting with your mother. We have been communicating, for some time now and she is well aware of how badly you are doing at school.
This spanking is a taste of what you may expect the next time I take you over my knee, oh yes, Tim there will be a next time. You have show us that you need regular spankings to keep you focussed and that is what will happen each and every time you slack off.
“Will you tell mom about them, ma’am?” asked Tim as he realised that every spanking would in fact be doubled because of the “spanked at school, spanked at home rule”
“But of course Tim, although your mom has given me carte blanche to spank you as I see fit she will know about each and every spanking”. As from tomorrow, you will report to my class every afternoon where we will revise your work. I have spoken to your other tutors and they will forward any problem areas to me so that we may go over them.
“Am I allowed back in your class ma’am, You kicked me out remember”. Nancy ruffled his hair as she pointed her finger at him and said, “As long as you remember the rules, young man. As well as the consequences for breaking those rules” “Oh yes ma’am I definitely will not forget, you spank real hard, and it was not pleasant. Will you please forgive me for being such an ass.”
As she heard the apology, Nancy’s heart melted and she opened her arms to hug the youngster. “Come here you brat, give me a hug.” Tim literally threw himself into her arms and as she mothered him, she said to Tim, “You may call me Aunt Nancy if you like Tim. Now I think you have to square up with your mom” She patted his butt and as he stood she turned him in the direction of his mother and scooted him forward by smacking him lightly until he walked towards his mother.
More to come!
