I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could say that, Mrs. Brown,\u201d he replied. \u201cMeet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I\u2019ll explain things then.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn\u2019t imagine.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn\u2019t uttered a word to me.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what\u2019s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She\u2019s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWeren\u2019t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she\u2019d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll speak to her about it straight away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what\u2019s this about keeping her out of school?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell\u2026 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.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you allowed her to miss time from school?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you didn\u2019t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI beg your pardon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said hold out your hands palms up.\u201d<\/p>\n
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!<\/p>\n
I yelped as I jerked them away. \u201cGet them back up, Mrs. Brown. I\u2019ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Mr. Jenkins?!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Jenkins??!!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said NOW, you stroppy tart!\u201d<\/p>\n
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. \u201cLift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!\u201d I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now the other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Jenkins, is this standard\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. \u201cNow spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.\u201d I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t believe this was happening to me but I couldn\u2019t seem to stop it.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. \u201cOver the desk, Mrs. Brown!\u201d he commanded and I stared at him in shock.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cCount them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!\u201d<\/p>\n
There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. \u201cTHREE!\u201d I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then\u2026<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cFOUR!\u201d It hurt like bloody hell.<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cFIVE!\u201d<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cSIX!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.\u201d<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cSEVEN!\u201d The tears streamed down my cheeks.<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cEIGHT!\u201d<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cNINE!\u201d and I started blubbering like a baby.<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cTEN!\u201d It came out as a scream.<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cELEVEN!\u201d By then I was almost hysterical.<\/p>\n
Swish\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cTWELVE!\u201d And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.<\/p>\n
He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn\u2019t even look him in the eye. It was horrible\u2026 and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn\u2019t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.<\/p>\n
I was almost out the door when I heard, \u201cMrs. Brown?\u201d I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy study, five PM tomorrow.\u201d That\u2019s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Part II<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019d heard no reports of any misbehaving.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I had just entered the building when I encountered Mrs. Smythington scampering my way. She was clutching her purse and sobbing uncontrollably. \u201cIs something wrong, Ann?\u201d I asked as she approached, feeling sorry over what had brought her to such distress.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just my son, Mrs. Brown,\u201d 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.<\/p>\n
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. \u201cGood evening, Elizabeth,\u201d I nodded politely.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvening, Mrs. Brown.\u201d 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.<\/p>\n
The sound was repeated and she winced again. I vaguely thought I heard \u201cFive\u2026\u201d Then I heard it again, a distinct smack followed by a female crying out \u201cSix\u2026\u201d But Mrs. Edelson had jumped again at the sound.<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cSeven\u2026\u201d and Mrs. Edelman jumped\u2026.<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cEIGHT\u2026\u201d and she jumped again. Were her eyes beginning to water?<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cNINE!\u201d The voice inside was sobbing as Mrs. Edelman jumped yet again.<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTEN!\u201d A female inside was now bawling like a baby.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mrs. Edelson in alarm. Then I pointed at the door and mouthed, \u201cWhat\u2019s going on in there?\u201d She shook her head, but I plainly saw her cheeks were wet with tears.<\/p>\n
There was no sound from beyond the door. I heard some sort of rustling. Then I recognized the voice of my daughter\u2019s teacher\u2026 \u201cYou can go now, Mrs. Ailes. Please send the next one in.\u201d<\/p>\n
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, \u201cYou can go in now, Mrs. Edelson. Good evening, Mrs. Brown.\u201d Then she went rushing down the hallway, sobbing loudly as she clutched her purse in her hands.<\/p>\n
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\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve called you in before, have I not, Mrs. Edelson?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Jenkins.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m afraid your son is still being disruptive in class. You understand what that means, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Jenkins.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease assume the position.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Jenkins.\u201d 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.<\/p>\n
For a moment there was silence. Then I heard Mr. Jenkins voice telling her, \u201cCall them out, Mrs. Edelson.\u201d There was a distinct smack followed by\u2026 \u201cOne\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I winced at the sound, wondering what I\u2019d just heard\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTwo\u2026\u201d I winced again\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cThree\u2026\u201d My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what had happened last time I was in his room\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFour\u2026\u201d I winced again as I heard Mrs. Edelson\u2019s voice cracking\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFive\u2026\u201d That one sounded like it really hurt!<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cSix\u2026\u201d Her voice sounded like she was breaking down\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cSeven!\u201d I jumped again; that too sounded as though it really hurt. Now my own eyes were getting wet as my knickers began to moisten\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cEIGHT!\u201d Inside she sounded almost to the point of hysterics\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cNINE!\u201d and by now she was sobbing\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTEN!\u201d I heard Mrs. Edelson wailing inside the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat will be all, Mrs. Edelson. I trust your son\u2019s behavior in class will improve?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Jenkins.\u201d She was sobbing openly now.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery well. You may go. Please send the next one in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. Jenkins.\u201d<\/p>\n
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. \u201cMr. Jenkins will see you know, Dorothy,\u201d she said as she bawled like a baby. Then she ran wailing down the hallway.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, Mrs. Brown,\u201d he said as he looked up. \u201cStill having problems with your daughter\u2019s homework I see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problems? There are no problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has not been turning it in on time. We\u2019ve been over this before, Mrs. Brown.\u201d Then he motioned over at the horse\u2026 \u201cAssume the position, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s when I really began to tremble.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Mr. Jenkins!\u201d I pleaded. \u201cPlease. I\u2019ll shag you if you desire. Please don\u2019t cane me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Brown; you know better than that!\u201d he replied sternly. \u201cThat\u2019ll be fifteen for you. Now count them out!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo \u2013 WAIT\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Smack\u2026 and I flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTwo\u2026\u201d and I jerked from the pain\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cThree\u2026\u201d Bloody hell, that one hurt!<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFour\u2026\u201d I wasn\u2019t going to have to face eleven more, was I??<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFive\u2026\u201d I flinched and nearly cried out, painfully aware there might be someone outside the door listening to me have my turn\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cSix!\u201d That one hurt too!<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cSeven!\u201d Now the tears were welling up in my eyes. Bloody hell; had he caned every parent that had walked in here??<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cEight!\u201d I jerked and yipped as the tears started trickling down my cheeks. I was trying desperately not to cry.<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cNINE!\u201d Bloody hell; I think he enjoyed that one\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTEN!\u201d and I started sobbing, knowing I still had five more to go\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cELEVEN!\u201d Now I was openly crying\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTWELVE!\u201d and I flinched as I cried out, my sobs growing louder\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cTHIRTEEN!\u201d My bum stung like hell; I wasn\u2019t going to be able to sit for a week\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFOURTEEN!\u201d Now I was sobbing hysterically, shamefully aware I was crying loud enough to be heard outside his door\u2026<\/p>\n
Smack\u2026 \u201cFIFTEEN!\u201d and I wailed mournfully.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat will be all, Mrs. Brown. I trust your daughter\u2019s homework will be finished on time. You may send the next one in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mr. J-Jenkins.\u201d Then I rushed for the door, bawling like a baby.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Stevens was sitting in the chair when I emerged from his office. \u201cHe\u2019ll see you now, Laura!\u201d I sobbed.\u00a0 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\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2016 (written for and inspired by Dorothy Sep 19 \u201916 by Riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When Dorothy’s daughter has issues at school, she is summoned to see the teacher Mr. Jenkins for a little special discipline. (Inspired by one of her many creative and kinky ideas.) Continue reading