Mrs Cameron and Timothy

Part 2

As I wrote this story, it struck me that there were several possible scenario’s in this classroom scene. The first and glaringly obvious is the classic scene with Tim getting a sample of what he got whilst daydreaming. A dream comes to pass so to speak. Either in front of everybody in his class or in the hall outside the class, or even taken to task in her office. The other scenario is that the teacher merely makes a note of the situation and does nothing at the time but follows it up with a home visit. Both have merits. So I decided to write both scenes as alternates. This chapter is written though the eyes of one of Tim’s class mates. With Tim getting spanked in front of the class

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.”

“ I see,” said Ms Cameron, “you mean you couldn’t be bothered to listen. Well I think you need some incentive to listen and I think that I have the very thing that you need. Come with me!”

Tim looked around the room, it seemed that all eyes were on him as Ms Cameron walked to the front of the room. She turned and looking straight at Tim said, “Mr Spencer, I said Come with me, now exactly which part did you fail to understand.”

Feeling very foolish and with a lot of ribald comments from the guys, and more than a few sniggers from the girls Tim made his way to the front of the room where Ms Cameron stood waiting, her foot tapping in obvious ire. She opened a drawer in her desk and from it withdrew a very wicked looking paddle. It measured 20” long, 4” wide and at least ½” thick. Made from maple wood the paddle had a sheen that showed it had seen plenty use.

When Tim saw the paddle he began to apologise profusely. “Ms Cameron, please I’m sorry, please not here in the class, in front of everyone”

Ms Cameron made no reply to his plea. She curtly ordered him to bend over her desk and turn his head to face the class while she stood behind her desk. So Tim was placed in the unenviable position of watching the class watch him get his 18 year old butt spanked probably worse than he had ever felt it before.
A sense of intense humiliation swept though the very fiber of his being. Here he was 18 years old, about to get his fanny whipped, he had not counted on her spanking him in front of the class. Some of the girls were grinning at him in anticipation. None of the boys were, knowing the consequences.
"Anybody who thinks this is funny will get double what Tim gets." Ms Cameron made clear to the class. All the girls' smiles vanished.
Those sitting in the front row, to the right of the desk had a better view of Tim’s ass, than his face.. They could see that Ms Cameron lined up her paddle on that tenderest part of Tim’s ass. Through those thin pants, this was really going to hurt.
Then, she took a backswing worthy of a golfer and with what appeared to be every bit of strength she had, she planted her paddle right on the bottom part of Tim's butt cheeks, right where his ass met his thighs. SPLAT
The report sent a shock wave through the classroom. It had to send an even worse shock wave through Tim for he let out a cry on the first spank. Most boys could at least refrain from crying out for two or three spanks. But then most boys didn't get it this hard, either.
Tim stifled his cry almost immediately after the first spank. Then she took another backswing just as far as the first and put her paddle right on the same spot as the first spank. SPLAT
Tim was unable to stifle his cry very well the second time. Ms Cameron reared back again, fire still in her eyes, and laid into that same tender spot for a third time. SPLAT
Tim's cry was almost a scream this time. Tears were flowing freely now. Only the third spank. Ms Cameron was taking her sweet time laying them on. She must have been giving him at least 15-20 seconds between spanks. The guy’s knew, that each spank hurt worse 20 seconds after it was given than it did only 2-3 seconds afterward. She gave each one of them time to settle in. There was time for Tim to savor each moment of this to its fullest and time for him to consider that, since she had not ordered him to stand up, there were more to come. How many he had no idea, but no doubt, he was, after only three spanks, already learning that each spank of a spanking hurts worse than the one before. So that as much as his butt hurt right now, from that last spank, the next spank Ms Cameron would award him with would hurt far worse, and the one after that even worse.
Tim was not begging for mercy yet. He still tried to hold on to some dignity. He still had enough presence of mind to know that begging for mercy would not likely do him any good now.
As Tim gasped for breath, trying to retain some control over himself, since he could control nothing else now, Ms Cameron drew back a fourth time and with all her strength gave him SPLAT another spank on that same tender sit down spot that finally took all Tim's interest in dignity away.
He finally howled without reservation. He was bawling like a baby now.
I thought then that, if she made him drop his pants before starting, she actually would show him some mercy now. After all, when paddling a boy on the seat of his pants, his butt looks the same after each spank. Ms Cameron could not see what kind of damage she was doing to his young behind. I wondered, as I expect did everyone else, just how Tim's butt looked by now. My guess was it was starting to turn purple. I had no doubt that, had Ms Cameron stopped right then, that Tim's butt would be purple soon, if it was not already. Maybe she would have eased up on him had she seen what she was doing. Then again, maybe she would not, determined as she was, to for the last time, to resolve the issue Tim forced upon her.
Nevertheless, she was not about to stop. As it turned out, she was not even half way finished with his ass.
What she did do was start to branch out. I guess she figured that she had warmed up his sit down spot adequately for now, for the next spank she sent his way landed just below the others, SPLAT catching the top few inches of his thighs along with the bottom inch or so of his already well-paddled fanny.
This elevated the level of Tim's crying when it landed.
We were all wide-eyed, staring intently at the severity of the blistering she was giving him. None of us expected her to be this angry with him, but she had stood it for a long time by now and was giving him months' worth of spankings in one sitting (so to speak . . . we knew there wouldn't be much 'sitting' for Tim for quite some time after this).
After five spanks plenty of us were wondering just how many she planned to give him. Tim sounded like he had reached the point where he didn't think she would ever stop beating on his ass.
She took her same wind up as before and planted another generous spank on Tim's bottom, SPLAT this time just above where she had been working so hard earlier. Both these last spanks caught some part of where she had hit him before, but extended his spanked area couple of inches in either direction.
Nothing was holding back Tim's bawling now. He couldn't care less if the whole class were watching. He couldn't care less had the whole school been watching him get paddled naked by now. The only two things on his mind were his ass and Ms Cameron's paddle.
But that wasn't the end, not by a long shot. She reared back and, with teeth still bared in anger (she was really pissed), rained another fire storm on his tender sit spot, the same as the first four spanks. SPLAT
Tim's cries became screams now, a high pitched howl that sounded something like I imagined a banshee wailing. It did not die down between spanks any more. He did manage to get a few words out now, "Noooooo! Ms Cameron, Please Stop!"
She would stop when she was good and ready. And she wasn't ready.
She took another one of her formidable backswings and caught him again on the area covering his thighs and the bottom of his ass.
By now the sound of each report of her paddle was in competition with Tim's howls, screams, cries, and pleas for mercy.
Eight spanks and she still hasn't stopped. Many of us were in shock by now at the severity of this whipping. Certainly, Tim never dreamed of anything like this coming from his teacher. Right now, I do not know if Tim even knew who was doing this to him any more. One thing I knew for certain, he did not find this a joke.
Another spank fell, right on that same sit spot already paddled beyond recognition. SPLAT
Now the volume of Tim's cries weren't changing as each spank fell, he was crying at the top of his lungs constantly. What changed was the pitch. I had never seen anyone get it like this, not this bad.. But the rest of us could hear that the pitch went up an octave or so when each spank landed.
I thought of Ms Cameron' admonition that whoever thinks it funny would get double. Oh Lord, DOUBLE that? The very thought of it almost caused me to pass out.
With an extra effort that led me to think that this tenth spank would be the last one, Ms Cameron not only took her same long backswing this time, but seemed to step into the tenth spank so that it was, by a long shot, the hardest of all. And, of course, she put it right on the spot she had been paying so much attention to all along.
It sent Tim through the roof. His back bowed, his head shot upright, and he let out a squall that he must have been saving up just for that spank - just as Ms Cameron was saving that spank for last.
Tim didn't even know she had finally stopped paddling him until several seconds after her paddle was safely reinterred into her desk drawer.
She didn't tell him it was over, just let him figure it out for himself whenever he finally realized that her blows were no longer landing on his bottom. It took the better part of a minute for him to realize that paddles were no longer crashing into his fanny. But it didn't serve to end his crying.
When he realized that the spanking itself was over he reached to cover his butt cheeks, no doubt hoping to rub a little of the pain away, to no avail of course. His hands cradled the remains of his butt as he slowly stood up, still crying, snot running down his face.
Tim held his ass gingerly trying to refrain from dancing, looking about in vain for a place to find some privacy from the eyes he now remembered were fixed on him and his bottom. There was nowhere to hide.
“Timothy, can you understand me?” Said Ms Cameron softly, yet still speaking with steel in her voice. Tim looked at his nemesis, his whole body trembling as he nodded and said, “Yes Ma’am”
“Sit down” she said by way of recognizing her had understood his reply. Tim slowly made his way to his desk and stood there. All the while Ms Cameron watched him and as Tim reached his desk he looked at her his eyes pleading in a silent request for permission to remain standing.
“I said SIT DOWN!” she reiterated angrily. “Please Ma’am” said the heartbroken teenager.
“Unless you rather I start over I suggest you sit down now Timothy,” was all the reply he got, as she reached for the drawer and opened it, removing the paddle in the process.
With a loud cry of pain Tim sat down, his tears returning as he did so. For the rest of the lecture we all could still hear Tim’s sniffles as a reminder that Ms Cameron was not someone to trifle with.  
The day dragged on and all too soon, it was time to head for home. By now Tim had recovered somewhat but he walked very carefully. Ms Cameron told Tim to remain behind after class, as she needed to give him a note for his mother.
“A word to the wise” said Ms Cameron as Tim started to protest about having to take a letter to his mother. “There will be a repeat performance should you fail to return this note, signed by your mother and this time I will remove your trousers and underwear before I spank you. Do you understand me?”
Tim stared aghast, his butt burned, still and here she is threatening him with a repeat spanking. He knew that his casual attitude and lack of performance resulted in the worst spanking of his life. He shuddered and meekly replied “I will give it to mom, ma’am, please ma’am I really do not want you to spank me again. Ever.”