Mrs Cameron and Timothy

Ms. Cameron and Timothy F/M

By Supermario

Part 1

Mary Spencer had been thinking that she might have been premature in relaxing the rules in the house. It seemed that her Tim was beginning to take her for granted and it rankled.

On impulse, she had spoken to Tim’s lecturer and had been shocked to discover he was on the verge of failing and that his conduct and general demeanour had changed dramatically. The two woman then sat down over a cup of coffee and started to formulate a plan to get a certain “too big for his britches boy” back on track

The day had started badly; Firstly Timothy had overslept and as a result had to rush breakfast so that he would not miss the bus into college. Grabbing his briefcase, he charged out of the house shouting “Bye Mom” as he ran down the road to the bus stop. As he ran, his mind wandered to the previous week when he had been late three mornings in a row.

His lecturer had called him into her office and had scolded him regarding his lack of timekeeping. All though his school days Tim was subject to maternal instruction and discipline and if truth be told he missed being kept in line by the firm hand of his mother. Now that he was a college student, the restrictions no longer applied and Tim was free to do as he pleased.

Standing six foot three inches in his socks Tim was no longer the gangly kid he was at school. His thoughts returned to the meeting in the office and as he pondered, he realised that the lecturer intimidated him, she was a tall strikingly beautiful woman around 35 years old and standing in front of her desk as she firmly told him off he was decidedly nervous. He felt like a small child as she scolded him reminding him that although he was an adult he still had responsibilities and the carefree days of school were over. It was all he could do to say, “I’m sorry ma’am I will be more careful and keep better time.” The more she scolded him the more she sounded like his mother and he had the distinct feeling he was heading for trouble if he was ever late without reason again It was her parting comment that nearly unhinged him. “Should we meet in similar circumstances again Timothy Alan Spencer, I will not be doing the talking, this will…” Tim’s eyes dropped to the desk and spotted the very large black hairbrush laying bristles down on the desk

Fortunately, the bus was also late so the dash to the bus stop ended in Tim just making it onto the bus. The bus arrived at the campus bus stop and Tim had to run to get to his lecture room in time. He arrived panting and sweating just as roll call was been taken and as he slid into his seat he noticed his lecturer glance in his direction and frown. Nothing more was said except, “Nice of you to grace us with your presence Mr. Spencer”. The lecture seemingly went on forever and Tim’s mind began to wander. In his mind’s eye, he saw himself in front of her desk, in her office standing in front of his beautiful lecturer as she scolded him for being so tardy. Visions of him stripping naked draped over Ms. Cameron’s knee while she wielded her hairbrush changing the colour of his taut backside in the process flitted across his mind.

“Mr Spencer, I am tired of hearing the same old excuse every time we have this conversation. You say that you will do better, yet nothing has changed. You tell me that you will not be tardy anymore, yet, again you have arrived late for class every day this week. When I threaten to take action you pull your act together and arrive on time but every time you slip back into your old habit of being tardy. You never hand in a report or assignment in on time and I for one am sick and tired of talking. I think that an “F” on your report card is called for.”

“Please Ma’am don’t give me an “F”, my mom will kill me if I fail this class.” Well Mr Spencer that is not my concern, is it now? Maybe getting into trouble at home is just what you need.” As an afterthought, she added, “I do know that if you were my son you would not sit down for a week by the time I get though with you.”

She looked into his eyes as she made the last remark and her eyes widened as the realisation that his lecturer could and would give him the spanking of his life struck home.

Tim blanched as he heard his beautiful teacher say that she have spanked him long and hard if he were her son. His knees turned to jelly as his mind dealt with the words playing on in his head. A thought struck him, maybe if Ms Cameron did spank him she would not give him an “F”. “Ma’am is there some way we can deal with this matter with out involving my mom, I would do anything, please Ma’am…”   

“Mr Spencer, did I hear correctly, did you just ask me to spank you?”

“Well you did say that if I were your son that I would not sit for a week so I thought that maybe you could punish me.”

“Yes, but you are not my son, you are my student. I could get into a lot of trouble if I spanked you.”

“Ma’am I will do anything you say, please don’t tell my mom about this. I will lose my scholarship and that will destroy my future.”

Ms Cameron thought long and hard about Tim’s request and came to a decision. “Very well Mr Spencer, let’s see if a spanking will motivate you to be more responsible in your daily life. She got up from her chair and walking to the door closed it and turned the key, locking the door thus preventing any unwanted intrusion. Turning to Tim, she briskly told him to stand up and to remove his trousers.

As Tim began to remove his trousers, Ms. Cameron walked to the cupboard, opened the door and from the top shelf removed a paddle and a cane. Turning towards Tim she placed both instruments on her desk and instructed Tim to lean over the desk, placing his hands on the opposite side gripping the edge.

“I am going to spank you hard and I do not wish to spank your hands so you keep gripping that desk. Do you understand me Mr. Spencer?”

“Yes Ma’am” said Tim as he bent over the desk gripping the edge as Ms Cameron picking up the paddle positioned herself to Tim’s rear and slightly to his left.

“Now Mr Spencer tell me, again, how old are you?”  She asked as she patted his butt with the paddle and adjusted her stance gauging the range from her target. She could see Tim clench his butt as he prepared himself for the first spank.

“I am 18 ma’am”. “Mmm, eighteen, yes that will do” said Ms. Cameron determinedly.

Drawing back her arm she gripped the paddle tighter and struck. WHAP! The sound of the paddle striking Tim’s butt reverberated through the office. The paddle landed squarely across Tim’s sit spot, the four-inch wide paddle covering a large area. At 5/8 of an inch thick, the paddle was solid and the force of the spank transferred through Tim’s body.

From Tim’s perspective, out of the corner of his eye he saw Ms. Cameron’s’ arm draw back in preparation. Without realising it he tightened his buttocks as the paddle hit with a force that shocked him. It stuck dead centre and a white hot band of pure agony hit his brain less than a second later. He arched his back and cried out acknowledging to Ms Cameron that he felt that spank.

Ms. Cameron drew back her arm and let rip a second spank, equally as hard. WHAP! It too, landed on exactly the same spot. Nerve endings already sensitised by the first spank, now screamed ABUSE and this time Tim did more than just arch his back. He stood bolt upright and his hands flew back to cradle his ruined ass. Although Tim opened his mouth it was silent for around 10sec as he struggled to breath properly. Tears now streamed from his eyes as he began to cry.

Ms. Cameron looked on and after allowing Tim to calm down said, “Timothy Alan Spencer, I never gave you permission to stand up, kindly resume your position as we are not done here; in fact we have only just begun. Your little dance has earned you an appointment with Mr. Cane. For that little display and every other infringement, has and will earn you two cuts with Mr. Cane, so be warned.”

Yes Ma’am” said Tim as he obediently bent over the desk resolving to see out the rest of the punishment without incurring and further penalty.

Satisfied that her penitent student understood his predicament Ms Cameron proceeded to lay on the punishment with a will. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The next three spanks although applied with slightly less force all landed on Tim’s now totally ruined sit spot. These three spanks made Tim cry anew and by the time Ms Cameron began to move the paddle around to the rest of Tim’s butt, Tim was bawling at full volume. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! “

“Ok Tim, these are the last three” Remember what I said, these are really going to hurt”.   WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Ms Cameron returned to her primary target Tim’s sit spot.

If it were possible the last three spanks seemed to be harder than all the previous 15 put together. Tim could not believe that something could hurt so much, he yelled out as the pain grew in intensity until he felt that he could no longer bear it and as the sound of the last spank reverberated though the office so to did the level of Tim’s crying. Great sobs issued from his tortured lungs.

Ms Cameron put down the paddle and gripping Tim’s arm gently lifted him upright then still gripping him by the arm she led him to the corner where she told him. “I want you to stand here and I want you to think about what happened and ask yourself DO YOU WANT A REPEAT if the answer is no, then keep your hands on top of your head. Remember you still have an appointment with Mr. Cane.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Timothy stood, hands firmly gripping the top of his head, evidence to a smiling Ms. Cameron that he did not want a repeat performance. His crying and sobbing gradually eased and as the throbbing in his butt gradually lessened to the point where, although still sore, it seemed as though the aching no longer burned as much. Now a sense of dread and impending doom gripped him. The thought of still further punishment filled him with fear. All thoughts of pleasure had long since disappeared, around the time the very first spank had began to ruin his butt for sitting.

“Timothy Alan Spencer, you may rub your bottom now.” Tim’s hands flew off his head and before she could change her mind, they carefully cradled the very puffy and inflamed cheeks. As he examined his butt, he knew that from the feel of it that sitting was nigh impossible for the near future. The paddle had raised great big welts that already began to bruise. Ms. Cameron allowed a minute then calling to him; she bade him to come to her out of the corner.

As he turned to face his teacher he saw the cane in her hands, at once he began to plead for clemency and leniency.

“Mr. Spencer before we started this little exercise we agreed that I would be the sole judge of when you’re spanking ended. Now please bend over the desk again you still have four strokes from Mr. Cane to come plus the two extras, shall we make it 10? ” “No Ma’am, please don’t make it 10 Ma’am.” With that, Tim bent over the desk again.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw Ms. Cameron draw back her strong right arm; he steeled himself, closing his eyes as he waited…

      

A prod on his arm brought him back to earth and reality with a thump, his mind in a turmoil he wildly looked around as the lecturer again asked. “Mr Spencer, I am still waiting for your answer to the question!”

To be Continued?