I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter’s new school teacher. He told me he had to see me after school. He asked if I could arrive tomorrow at the school at five PM after classes were over.
I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?
“You could say that, Mrs. Brown,” he replied. “Meet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I’ll explain things then.”
I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn’t imagine.
The next afternoon when they got home I made sure the kids were taken care of, knowing James would be home in about twenty minutes. Then I drove to the school. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn’t uttered a word to me.
I got to the building, went inside and found my way to his study. He was her new teacher and I was instantly drawn to his handsome physique. So I tried to push aside my feelings as I got serious.
“So what’s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?”
“It seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She’s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.”
“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.”
“Weren’t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she’d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?”
“I’ll speak to her about it straight away.”
“And what’s this about keeping her out of school?”
“Well… I wanted to make sure she spent some quality time with her grandparents. And her great aunt made a surprise visit the other day and I wanted to allow her to spend some quality time with her.”
“So you allowed her to miss time from school?”
“Yes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.”
“Of course you didn’t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said hold out your hands palms up.”
I had no idea why he told me to do that. But I did as he asked. Then next thing I know he smacked each one with a cane!
I yelped as I jerked them away. “Get them back up, Mrs. Brown. I’ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.”
“But Mr. Jenkins?!”
“I said NOW!”
I jumped at the authoritative tone in his voice. Then I meekly held my hands out. Two more in each palm and my hands were burning. All I could do was hold them up, not wanting to use them to grip anything.
“Now strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.”
“Mr. Jenkins??!!”
“I said NOW, you stroppy tart!”
I bent over the desk, carefully pulling my black satin knickers off my bum. To my embarrassment he grabbed them and pulled them all the way down. “Lift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!” I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.
“And now the other.”
“Mrs. Jenkins, is this standard…?”
“Mrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?”
“No sir.”
My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. “Now spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.” I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.
Bloody hell; was he going to shag me?? This was the position my husband used from time to time to fuck me when the kids were out of the house. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me but I couldn’t seem to stop it.
All went quiet until I was left standing there trembling like crazy. Just what the hell was he going to do to me?? A moment later I heard a swish.
A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. “Over the desk, Mrs. Brown!” he commanded and I stared at him in shock.
I was trembling as I slowly bent over the desk, my bum stinging. The next one came in contact with my bum and I was hit by that hundred odd bee stings again. I yelped as I inhaled sharply.
“Count them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!”
There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. “THREE!” I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then…
Swish…
“FOUR!” It hurt like bloody hell.
Swish…
“FIVE!”
Swish…
“SIX!”
“You’re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.”
Swish…
“SEVEN!” The tears streamed down my cheeks.
Swish…
“EIGHT!”
Swish…
“NINE!” and I started blubbering like a baby.
Swish…
“TEN!” It came out as a scream.
Swish…
“ELEVEN!” By then I was almost hysterical.
Swish…
“TWELVE!” And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said not a word as he put the switch of nettles away. Somehow I managed to get back into my dress. My bum stung so bad I couldn’t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.
He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was horrible… and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.
I was almost out the door when I heard, “Mrs. Brown?” I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.
“My study, five PM tomorrow.” That’s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
Part II
A couple weeks later my daughter brought a note home from school. It was parent-teacher night and I was to report to Mr. Jenkins promptly at 7:30. The note said only my presence was requested.
As the hour approached I kissed James goodbye, told my daughter I was going to see her teacher and then left the house. I took my purse with me, wondering what he had to tell me. I thought her grades had improved and I’d heard no reports of any misbehaving.
When I arrived, there were only three other vehicles in the parking lot. I thought that odd since it was parent teacher night. I assumed the other parents had been called in the same way I had.
I had just entered the building when I encountered Mrs. Smythington scampering my way. She was clutching her purse and sobbing uncontrollably. “Is something wrong, Ann?” I asked as she approached, feeling sorry over what had brought her to such distress.
“It’s just my son, Mrs. Brown,” she sobbed. Then she rushed on by and out the door. I watched her go, finding her behavior a bit odd. I hoped her son was ok and the situation could be straightened out.
I walked down the hall to Mr. Jenkins study as memories of my last visit came to mind. There were a couple chairs outside his door, one of which was already filled by the prim and proper Mrs. Edelson. “Good evening, Elizabeth,” I nodded politely.
“Evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she winced as though she had just been hit. At the same time I thought I heard a sound coming from the other side of the door.
The sound was repeated and she winced again. I vaguely thought I heard “Five…” Then I heard it again, a distinct smack followed by a female crying out “Six…” But Mrs. Edelson had jumped again at the sound.
Smack… “Seven…” and Mrs. Edelman jumped….
Smack… “EIGHT…” and she jumped again. Were her eyes beginning to water?
Smack… “NINE!” The voice inside was sobbing as Mrs. Edelman jumped yet again.
Smack… “TEN!” A female inside was now bawling like a baby.
I looked at Mrs. Edelson in alarm. Then I pointed at the door and mouthed, “What’s going on in there?” She shook her head, but I plainly saw her cheeks were wet with tears.
There was no sound from beyond the door. I heard some sort of rustling. Then I recognized the voice of my daughter’s teacher… “You can go now, Mrs. Ailes. Please send the next one in.”
I looked at Mrs. Edelson who stood up. A moment later the door opened. Mrs. Ailes hair was a mess and she was sobbing as she declared, “You can go in now, Mrs. Edelson. Good evening, Mrs. Brown.” Then she went rushing down the hallway, sobbing loudly as she clutched her purse in her hands.
Mrs. Edelson look at me as though she was going to face the firing squad. Then she turned the knob, opened the door and numbly went inside. I sat down in her chair, wondering what was going to happen. Since I had nothing better to do I listened in on the conversation that was loud enough to be overheard…
“I’ve called you in before, have I not, Mrs. Edelson?”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”
“I’m afraid your son is still being disruptive in class. You understand what that means, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Please assume the position.”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” I found myself wondering what position she was supposed to assume. Then I remembered my last visit and I decided I did not want to know.
For a moment there was silence. Then I heard Mr. Jenkins voice telling her, “Call them out, Mrs. Edelson.” There was a distinct smack followed by… “One…”
I winced at the sound, wondering what I’d just heard…
Smack… “Two…” I winced again…
Smack… “Three…” My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what had happened last time I was in his room…
Smack… “Four…” I winced again as I heard Mrs. Edelson’s voice cracking…
Smack… “Five…” That one sounded like it really hurt!
Smack… “Six…” Her voice sounded like she was breaking down…
Smack… “Seven!” I jumped again; that too sounded as though it really hurt. Now my own eyes were getting wet as my knickers began to moisten…
Smack… “EIGHT!” Inside she sounded almost to the point of hysterics…
Smack… “NINE!” and by now she was sobbing…
Smack… “TEN!” I heard Mrs. Edelson wailing inside the room.
“That will be all, Mrs. Edelson. I trust your son’s behavior in class will improve?”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.” She was sobbing openly now.
“Very well. You may go. Please send the next one in.”
“Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”
I waited until the sobbing approached the door. Then it opened and she came out. The prim and proper Mrs. Edelson looked all disheveled as she clutched her purse while sobbing openly. “Mr. Jenkins will see you know, Dorothy,” she said as she bawled like a baby. Then she ran wailing down the hallway.
I gulped nervously as I picked up my purse. Then I walked inside. To my horror I saw a caning horse standing prominently in the center of the room as Mr. Jenkins sat at his desk.
“Ah, Mrs. Brown,” he said as he looked up. “Still having problems with your daughter’s homework I see.”
“What problems? There are no problems.”
“She has not been turning it in on time. We’ve been over this before, Mrs. Brown.” Then he motioned over at the horse… “Assume the position, please.”
I gulped nervously as I started to tremble. My knickers were wet; I was embarrassed as hell. I slowly placed my purse down on a nearby table and then bent over the device.
He cuffed my wrists to the front and then flipped up my skirt, revealing my moist knickers. He pulled them down my legs, ordering me to lift my feet one at a time so I could step out of them. That’s when I really began to tremble.
“No, Mr. Jenkins!” I pleaded. “Please. I’ll shag you if you desire. Please don’t cane me!”
“Mrs. Brown; you know better than that!” he replied sternly. “That’ll be fifteen for you. Now count them out!”
“No – WAIT…” Smack… and I flinched.
“I’m waiting.”
“One…”
Smack… “Two…” and I jerked from the pain…
Smack… “Three…” Bloody hell, that one hurt!
Smack… “Four…” I wasn’t going to have to face eleven more, was I??
Smack… “Five…” I flinched and nearly cried out, painfully aware there might be someone outside the door listening to me have my turn…
Smack… “Six!” That one hurt too!
Smack… “Seven!” Now the tears were welling up in my eyes. Bloody hell; had he caned every parent that had walked in here??
Smack… “Eight!” I jerked and yipped as the tears started trickling down my cheeks. I was trying desperately not to cry.
Smack… “NINE!” Bloody hell; I think he enjoyed that one…
Smack… “TEN!” and I started sobbing, knowing I still had five more to go…
Smack… “ELEVEN!” Now I was openly crying…
Smack… “TWELVE!” and I flinched as I cried out, my sobs growing louder…
Smack… “THIRTEEN!” My bum stung like hell; I wasn’t going to be able to sit for a week…
Smack… “FOURTEEN!” Now I was sobbing hysterically, shamefully aware I was crying loud enough to be heard outside his door…
Smack… “FIFTEEN!” and I wailed mournfully.
He released me from the cuffs and I straightened up. He bent over, daintily picked up my knickers and handed them to me. I shamefully tucked them into my purse.
“That will be all, Mrs. Brown. I trust your daughter’s homework will be finished on time. You may send the next one in.”
“Yes, Mr. J-Jenkins.” Then I rushed for the door, bawling like a baby.
Mrs. Stevens was sitting in the chair when I emerged from his office. “He’ll see you now, Laura!” I sobbed. Her lead lowered as though anticipating what she was going to receive. Then I scampered on down the hallway, bawling my head off while feeling more infatuated with Mr. Jenkins than ever before…
© 2016 (written for and inspired by Dorothy Sep 19 ’16 by Riwa)