SPANKING THE TEACHER
(f/F, nc, teen)
by Netsylph
(special thanks to Frankie for the great ideas)
It was a bright October day. The leaves left on the trees were full of
brilliant red and gold color. On such a lovely afternoon Ms. Amy White would
rather be doing almost anything but stay cooped up in this school. Yet here
she was. The 30 year old teacher was pretty, but her looks were more often
described as "cute," than beautiful. At 5'4" and lacking a terribly curvy
figure, she took pride in her slenderness. But she also realized her
youthful appearance made it hard for her to earn respect from others. Like
many other petite women her age, she affected a rather severe style of dress
to increase the maturity of her appearance. Her long sandy blonde hair was
always styled neatly in a bun atop her head. She wore reading glasses on the
end of her nose, although she didn't need them. She regularly wore heels to
artificially boost her height. And her conservative skirts and blouses
always seemed to make her look a bit older than her true age.
One of the few aspects she still loved about teaching was that she could
command the respect of her students. They called her "Ms. White," and could
be punished for failing to follow her strict code of classroom etiquette.
This didn't make her very well loved by them.
Judy Camden was particularly disturbed by Ms. White today. She was also the
reason Ms. White had to stay late. A student in Ms. White's English class,
she had earned herself detention by a progression of problems throughout the
term. None of the incidents in itself was terribly deserving of detention.
But Judy had a certain arrogant, manipulative manner that got under Ms.
White's skin and finally drove her to her breaking point. Today a minor
incident of talking in class had earned Judy a two hour detention.
So as this gorgeous fall afternoon turned to evening, Ms. White was now
cooped inside, sharing her student's penalty. The irony was not lost on her,
and it served to make her even more angry.
Judy was also not happy to be there. The high school junior was quite
popular and active. Her after school hours were some of her favorite for
socializing. Where Amy White was cute, Judy Camden was strikingly pretty.
She had developed into womanhood early. 5'5", long golden blonde hair and
wide blue eyes. She was an expert flirt and manipulator, and had little time
for school. She was naturally bright enough to get decent grades with little
effort anyway. And the thought that this prude of a teacher was singling her
out for detention made her inwardly fume.
Knowing she had little choice in the matter, Judy had entered Ms. White's
classroom shortly after the last class had departed. Dressed as she was in
the uniform of St. Anne's High School, she was the very image of the
innocent schoolgirl. Blue plaid skirt, white blouse, knee-high white socks
and penny-loafers, blonde hair in a ponytail tied with a white ribbon,
carrying a load of books held to her chest. She even made herself look
contrite and chastened as she entered the room, hoping her teacher would
take notice and decide to let her go. "I'm here Ms. White," she said in a
penitent tone.
Ms. White had looked up sternly, betraying not a hint of sympathy. "Close
the door, and sit in that desk, Judy" she said, pointing to the desk
directly in front of her own. With hardly more than a glance, she turned her
attention back to the papers she was grading.
So now Judy sat in the desk in an increasingly dark mood, staring icily at
the top of her teacher's head as she graded papers. Without even looking
up, Ms. White asked sharply, "Judy, don't you have some homework you should
be doing?"
Judy responded with a hint of annoyance, "No, Ms. White. I don't have any
homework today."
Ms. White grumbled inwardly, regretting that she had not given out homework
herself earlier. But she was behind in grading papers as it was. Still, when
she looked up, the sight of Judy sitting there seeming almost cocky,
casually filing her nails, made Ms. White fume. "Well stop filing your
nails. Sit there with your hands folded on your desk if you have no work to
do."
Judy caught a hint of a sneering smile from her teacher as she turned her
attention back to the papers she was grading. Grumbling silently to herself,
she put away her nail file and folded her hands on her desk. After about
five minutes of being totally ignored by her teacher, she was completely fed
up.
"Ms. White, can I go?" she asked her teacher in an annoyed tone.
Ms. White enjoyed seeing that the girl was at least feeling some discomfort
from her punishment. She decided to make her feel it even more.
"No Judy, you may not." She smiled arrogantly at the girl. "Since you find
sitting quietly so difficult, I'll give you something else to do. I want you
to take out some notebook paper and a pencil. You will write 500 lines. They
should read, 'I am a rude girl and need to learn better manners.'"
Judy flushed angrily at that. The day was beautiful, she was cooped up
inside away from her friends, and now she was supposed to give her hand a
cramp writing meaningless lines?! Something inside her snapped.
"No," she said.
The word resounded in the nearly empty room as if it had landed with a thud.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, each one seemingly stunned. When
the word finally sank in, Amy responded.
"I BEG your pardon, young lady?!" she asked, giving the student a chance to
retract it.
"I said NO," came the reply, even more loudly and distinctly than before.
Judy seemed energized by her new found resistance. She was giving Ms. White
a slightly sneering smile now. "That's an awful lot of words. No, I don't
think I will do that."
Ms. White looked coolly at the girl, through the glasses on the end of her
nose. Her response was as menacing as she could make it. "I don't care what
you THINK, you WILL write those lines!"
"Or what?!" Judy retorted, somehow finding her teacher's menacing tone easy
to ignore. "You'll give me detention?! I'm already here!" Judy now smiled
and sat back with her arms folded.
Ms. White's eyes grew wide, and her cheeks started to flush red. "Very well.
You can have an entire WEEK of detention!"
"You can make it an entire year, I don't think I'll be coming back here
tomorrow," Judy said. Her smug demeanor was infuriating Ms. White and she
loved it. "I'll stay my two hours, then I'm out of here."
Ms. White was almost too stunned by the girl's insolence to speak. All she
managed was, "Judy! Behave yourself!"
"Oh behave yourself!" Judy tossed back at her. "Stop being so uptight about
everything!"
Trying to regain control of her anger, and then her student, Judy tried to
calm herself. She stood up behind her desk and took a deep breath, before
saying in a sharp, clipped voice, "You WILL be here for the rest of the
week, and now it is one THOUSAND lines!"
"Oh why not make it a million lines? I'm not writing them." Judy replied,
completely unaffected.
"I will NOT be spoken to that way, young lady!" Ms. White said, her voice
cracking. She was looking increasingly distressed. Almost panicky, Judy
noticed.
Confidently smiling, Judy held up her pencil in a slow deliberate motion.
Ms. White's eyes were riveted to it, as if by some invisible force. With a
sharp motion, Judy snapped the pencil in two. "I will speak to you in any
way I please Ms. White."
Judy had no way of knowing that she was feeding into Ms. White's deepest
fear. That underneath her severe demeanor, Ms. White was desperately afraid
she would not be respected; that she would be taken no more seriously than a
child. It was almost a phobia in her case, and now, like a waking nightmare,
it was coming true. Stripped of the illusion of her authority, she couldn't
even get this 16 year old girl to respect her in her own classroom! She was
turning pale and starting to tremble.
All Judy knew was that she now had her hated teacher completely off-balance.
It was Judy who was running the show now. She decided she needed to keep
going before Ms. White had the chance to pull herself together.
Ms. White spoke haltingly now, "I... I will put this... on your record."
Judy laughed, and mocked, "Oh my! On my precious record? Oh no! Just what
will you put there Ms. White? That I won't write a thousand stupid lines?!"
Ms. Whites eyes widened. She was trembling more obviously now. Actually
looking afraid. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Judy laughed again at that, "You're quite the teacher, aren't you."
"Judy you... you listen up and behave this instant!" Ms. White said,
sounding more desperate than menacing.
Judy mimicked her in a sneering voice, "You listen up and behave this
instant!"
"That... That is enough out of you!" Ms. White said unsteadily.
"What's the matter Ms. White, don't know what to do next?" Judy teased.
"This is not a JOKE!" Ms. White cried, stomping her foot down for emphasis.
Judy stomped her foot right back. "Oh I'm so scared!" she teased.
Ms. White leaned on the desk for support now. She looked pale and
frightened. In a subdued voice, staring down at her desk, she threatened to
do worst thing she could think of, "I... I'll call your parents."
Now that was a real problem, Judy thought. Her parents would flip out if
they knew what she had done here today. But she knew from her teacher's
demeanor that she still had the upper hand. She didn't understand exactly
why her teacher was wavering like this, but she knew if she kept pushing her
this way she wouldn't have the presence of mind to even find a phone. Maybe
if she tried something even more outrageous...
"Hmm... I think I'll play with myself right in front of you. Maybe that will
relieve my boredom during this stupid detention." Judy didn't even know
where the idea had come from. She just blurted it out. But as she did she
watched the impact on her teacher and she knew it had worked.
Where Ms. White was pale before, she now turned almost white. Her eyes were
almost bulging out of her head as she looked up. "Wh.. WHAT did you say?!"
Judy spread her legs a little and teasingly began hiking up her skirt.
"Wanna watch me play with myself Ms. White?"
Ms. White's eyes were wide in a terrified look. But she seemed transfixed by
the student's hemline as it climbed higher and higher. "No!... J... Judy put
that skirt down!"
"Like this?" Judy teased, as she yanked the skirt higher, exposing her
panties.
"n.. NO!" Ms. White was almost in full panic now. "Judy stop it!"
"I think you like watching me like this, don't you Ms. White?" Judy teased
again, looking her teacher straight in the eyes as she lifted her skirt all
the way above her waist. "Why don't you do it too, Ms. White"
Ms. White closed her eyes as if she could wish this incident away. "N.. NO
Judy. I certainly will not!"
Judy loved how she could make her teacher's expressions turn from fear, to
shock, to surprise... she was making her a nervous wreck. All with a few
simple words and actions. She wondered what else she could make her do.
"Come out from behind that desk, Ms. White" Judy said, teasingly running a
finger across the front of her panties.
Ms. White's eyes opened at that. "Are.. are you telling ME what to do?"
Judy giggled and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Well you certainly aren't
very good at giving orders, now are you?"
"Judy... st.. stop undressing! this instant!" Ms. White's demands were
beginning to sound like pleas, even to her own ears.
Judy continued smiling as she gracefully slipped out of her blouse and set
in on the desk next to her.
"Stop Judy! Put your clothes back on!" Ms. White's voice was even trembling
now.
In a single graceful motion, Judy stood, unzipped her skirt and let it fall
to the floor. "You mean like this?" she asked in the same teasing tone. She
now taunted the teacher by her very boldness, stepping out of her skirt,
calmly picking it up and setting it next to her blouse. Wearing her bra,
panties, shoes and socks, she felt more in control than she had fully
clothed. And she suddenly realized why.
"You know Ms. White," she said with a smirk. "Maybe I'll report you for
trying to take advantage of me. In fact I might even scream right now and
tell them you made me take off my clothes."
"B... but I... I didn't..., " Ms. White was almost babbling now. Visions of
being fired or even arrested danced through her head. Her career would be
ruined. And no one would EVER respect a lesbian child molester. She watched
in frozen horror as Judy sauntered sexily over to the door. "P... Please,"
was all Ms. White could think to say, fully expecting the student to open
the door and scream. Knowing her career, even her life, would be ruined if
she did.
To her surprise, Judy locked the door, turned around and smiled. Without
another word she walked back to her desk, eyes glowing with a fiery purpose.
"Come out from behind the desk Ms. White, or should I say AMY!" the sound of
the scantily clad teen addressing her teacher by her first name drove
through Ms. White like a dagger.
The panic stricken teacher was almost whispering to herself as she replied,
"Ms. White. You're supposed to call me Ms. White."
"Oh dear I guess I'll have to scream after all," Judy said matter-of-factly.
"n.. NO!" cried her teacher.
"Then out from behind the desk AMY. NOW!!" Judy's voice resonated with
newfound authority, and she truly loved seeing her teacher scamper around
the desk in compliance.
Almost stumbling as she ran out from behind the desk, Ms. White was almost
beyond rational thought. All she could think of was what it would look like
if she was caught with a student in this state of undress. The door might be
locked, but the janitor had a key. "Judy, please... get dressed." There was
no force at all in her words now. It was clearly a plea.
"No Amy, I'm not getting dressed just yet. Now take off your shoes," she
ordered calmly.
"My... my shoes?" Amy was startled by the demand. She just looked at Judy as
if she didn't comprehend.
"NOW Amy! Or I'll scream," Judy said, without a hint of kidding in her
voice.
Amy almost fell, she was in such a hurry to remove her shoes. She quickly
got them off and dropped them next to her desk. Standing in her stocking
feet she was almost the same height as Judy. If anything she might be a bit
shorter. It further dug away at her sense of respect that she now had to
look slightly up at the cocky, half-nude teen.
"There! Judy, I did it. Now please get dressed." Amy almost begged.
Judy ignored her completely. "Now your blouse, please."
"M... my blouse?" Amy's mind didn't want to comprehend what she was being
asked to do. Her hands went protectively to the buttons, as if they could
hold them closed.
"Yes Amy. Take it off NOW, and put it on your desk." Judy replied calmly.
Amy started undoing her buttons, hardly even realizing she was doing it.
Judy smiled as she watched her fumble to get them undone, noticing her hands
were actually trembling. So much the better, thought Judy.
Amy now nervously played with the bottom of her blouse as she undid the last
button. Judy didn't give her time to think. "On the desk Amy!" she ordered
sharply.
Quick to respond, Amy pulled the blouse out of her skirt and slipped it over
her shoulders. She neatly set it behind her on the desk. Her tasteful cream
colored satin bra was now revealed, in obvious contrast to the innocent
white cotton of her student.
Judy's thumbs were inside her own panties now, preparing to pull them down,
as Judy turned back from the desk. "Judy no!" she cried. For some reason she
was even more panicked about the young girl pulling down her panties, than
she was from her standing in her underwear.
Judy smiled at the reaction. "Fine Amy, then take off that skirt and be
quick!" she said, leaving her hands in place, ready to yank her own panties
down without a moment's notice.
Amy's hands flew back and unzipped her skirt. She yanked it past her hips
and let it fall to the floor in no time. As she stepped out of it Judy
ordered, "Pick it up and put it with your blouse."
Amy bent over to pick up the skirt, "Please! Please Judy! Just get dressed
again!"
As she straightened with the skirt in her hand she saw Judy unhooking her
bra. "What are you staring at?! Put it on the desk I said!" she yelled.
Amy quickly set the skirt with her blouse, and turned around to see Judy
pulling her bra straps off her shoulders. She tossed her bra with her other
clothes, and covered her exposed breasts with her hands.
"Now take off those stupid pantyhose," she demanded.
"Judy please!" Amy said, trying to think of anything that would make her
stop. "This has gone far enough! Please get dressed!"
"I'm getting tired of your arguing. Do you want me to scream?" Judy said.
Outwardly, she looked like she meant it. Inwardly she knew she wouldn't ruin
this moment for the world. Here she was, wearing only her panties, socks and
shoes, ordering around a woman almost twice her age! And a teacher in her
own school no less! The thrill was unbelievable.
But all Amy thought about was someone coming to the door, seeing her student
and herself almost naked together. What would they think?! It could NOT be
explained away. "No! No please Judy! Look! I'm taking off my pantyhose now.
Please don't scream!" Amy quickly rolled the pantyhose off her legs and set
them with her blouse and skirt. Judy kicked off her own shoes and pulled off
her socks as she did.
"Very nice undies, Amy," Judy remarked, enjoying Amy's blush. "Kind of
mature, but sexy. Take them off now. The bra, then the panties."
Amy couldn't even look Judy in the eye anymore. She stared at the floor as
she quickly unhooked her bra and set it behind her. She immediately pulled
off her panties, also setting them on the desk behind her. She folded her
arms to cover her breasts, trying to preserve any sense of modesty or
dignity she could muster.
Judy looked at her humiliated teacher. Stripped of her clothing. Stripped of
her authority. She wasn't really anything special at all anymore.
Physically, she was actually slightly smaller than Judy. And now for the
real test of her newfound power.
"Amy look at me!" Judy said, causing her teacher to look up into her
student's half-mocking face. "I want you to see something fun."
With Amy looking on, Judy turned her back, playfully looking over her
shoulder. Slowly she bent over, until her bottom was sticking straight out,
and her head almost rested on her desk. She put her fingers under the
waistband of her panties and teasingly started pulling them off.
"N.. no! Please don't Judy!" Amy exclaimed. Judy simply ignored her.
Soon her panties were around her ankles. She stepped out of them and tossed
them onto the pile with the rest of her clothes. She remained in her bent
over position. Her firm young buttocks thrust out almost impudently.
"Do you think I have a cute butt, Amy?" Judy asked. She enjoyed the blush
Judy gave as she watched her over her shoulder.
"Judy.. we... we can't be naked like this.., " Amy sputtered
"Shut up and answer my question!" Judy demanded sharply. "Is this a cute
butt?" She wiggled it playfully.
"I.. I.. don't know," Amy stuttered. "I suppose.. yes... yes it is."
"Very good Amy," Judy replied. "Now watch it carefully."
Judy reached her right hand behind her, and slapped her right buttock
playfully with her hand. "Ouch!" she feigned her response. "I'm such a bad
girl, aren't I Amy."
Amy was totally flustered. Her response came out like nonsense. "I.. I
don't.. what are you?..."
Judy spanked herself playfully again. "Ouch! A bad, bad girl!" Judy gave
herself a few more playful spanks, watching her flustered teacher over her
shoulder. "And bad girls should be punished, shouldn't they Amy?"
Amy now looked on in open mouthed silence. Judy quickly grew impatient.
"Answer me Amy!" she demanded. "Shouldn't bad girls be punished?"
"y... Yes Judy," she blurted. "But.. but I... "
Judy smiled as she straightened up and picked up her pile of clothes. She
tossed them to Amy. "Glad you agree. Put these on"
Amy caught the clothes by reflex as they landed in her arms. She looked down
at them without comprehension. "But... these are... your clothes, Judy. "
"I SAID put them on!" Judy said forcefully, brushing past her teacher and
grabbing the clothes Amy had left on the desk behind her.
Judy took a few steps away and began putting on Amy's clothes. Amy still
didn't understand what was going on, but she was happy that they were
finally going to be clothed again. As she saw Judy clasp her own bra into
place, she began sliding her student's white cotton panties up her legs. The
idea that they had been worn moments ago by Judy was less distasteful too
her than her continued nudity. After she had her new bra and panties in
place, she began to balk. She looked over at Judy, already buttoning Amy's
blouse on herself.
"Judy this dress up game is... silly," she said. So as not to upset the
girl, she continued dressing herself anyway. Now she was buttoning Judy's
white uniform blouse on herself.
Judy simply ignored her, quickly finishing with her blouse, she slid the
skirt up her legs, already encased in Amy's pantyhose.
Amy stared at her for a moment as she buttoned up the uniform blouse. But
seeing she was not going to get a response, and not wanting to provoke the
girl, she simply proceeded dressing.
She slid the blue plaid skirt up her legs and secured it in place, neatly
tucking the blouse inside. With a zip and a button she finally felt dressed
again. She looked up to see Judy putting on her shoes. It was a bit of a
squeeze for her, but their feet were only a half size apart. Amy leaned over
and pulled Judy's white knee socks into place on her legs. When she
finished, she slipped on Judy's penny loafers. Half a size too big, they
slipped on easily.
She straightened again to see Judy smiling at her, arms folded across her
chest. Judy looked her over carefully.
"Yes... yes I think we're almost there, Amy" she said quizzically. She
walked a half circle around her teacher, examining her with only her eyes.
"Something is missing. Oh I know!" Judy said excitedly.
Without a word of notice, she reached over and took the reading glasses off
the end of Amy's nose. She quickly put them on herself with a smile.
"Judy! I.. I need those!" Amy exclaimed, though it wasn't true. The glasses
made her look older, so she liked them.
"What do you think Amy? Do I look like a teacher?" Judy asked with a large
smile.
Amy simply stared at her. She couldn't begin to find the words to express
herself now. She was totally confused. Not knowing what Judy was doing or
why. She saw a sixteen year old girl, wearing her own clothes and glasses.
She just wanted to go home and forget about this whole afternoon.
"Oh I know what the problem is!" Judy exclaimed, in an excited sense of
discovery. She reached up over her head and removed the ribbon holding her
hair in the ponytail. Toying with the ribbon, she walked over to Amy.
"Turn around, Amy," she demanded. Amy looked down at the ribbon, then up
into Judy's eyes, and slowly turned around.
With expert hands, Judy pulled the pins holding Amy's hair in the bun atop
her head. Judy instructed her to shake it out, which she did. Then Amy felt
Judy's hands tying her hair back up, a bit differently. When Judy was
finished she told Amy to turn back around.
Amy gasped when she saw Judy now. She had put her own hair back in a bun. A
bit sloppier than Amy's own had been, but the effect was the same. With
Amy's reading glasses on the end of her nose she looked...
"Well Amy? Do I look like a teacher?" she asked, smiling almost
triumphantly.
"y... Yes. Yes you do Judy," Amy said.. meaning it, and feeling confused.
She reached up to her own hair, and found it was tied into a ponytail with
Judy's white ribbon.
"Leave that alone Amy!" Judy ordered. Amy's hand instantly dropped to her
sides. "Now don't you look cute in that little plaid skirt."
"E... enough games. Please Judy!" Amy said sounding as helpless as she felt.
"You will call me Ms. Camden! Is that clear?" Judy said, really getting into
her new position now.
Amy continued to delight Judy by the many ways she could show surprise and
shock. She simply stood now, her open mouth emitting no sound. Amy's mind
was awash in emotion. The humiliating reality of what was going on suddenly
hit her all at once. This was no "dress up game." Her student had forced her
to trade places with her. Now Amy was expected to act as the schoolgirl, and
expected to treat her own student as her teacher!
Judy was ecstatic! Her once proud teacher now looked every bit the chastised
schoolgirl. She enjoyed the confusion and embarrassment that washed over her
face as Amy struggled with her realization. Not waiting for a response, Judy
pressed further. "Now let's see how YOU like being talked down to! You go to
that blackboard right now and start writing 'I am a bad girl who needs some
manners.'"
Her teacher looked sharply to the blackboard and then back at Judy. Her
mouth was comically still hanging open. She started to bluster, "I.. i..
CAN'T!"
"Oh yes you CAN!" Judy snapped. She walked over and grabbed Amy firmly by
the arm. With a sharp tug, she spun her around facing the blackboard. The
teacher was like putty in her hands, Judy thought. Offering no resistance at
all as Judy marched her to the blackboard.
"J... Judy please! You're hurting me!" Amy cried as Judy gripped her arm
tightly.
Placing her teacher directly in front of the blackboard, Judy stood directly
behind her and whispered sharply in her ear, "What did I tell you to call
me?"
"M.. m.. Ms. Camden!" Amy blurted out.
"You'd better remember that!" she hissed in Amy's ear before stepping back.
"Now pick up the chalk and WRITE!!"
Amy's hand trembled as she reached for the chalk. How many times had she
stood before her class writing with this very chalk on this very board. Yet
now it was totally different. All her usual confidence was gone. She felt
like she was about to cry as her shaking fingers closed around the chalk and
brought it up to the board.
Judy paced impatiently behind her teacher, pretending to be angry, but
secretly thrilled. Would she actually write those embarrassing words on her
own blackboard?! She almost couldn't believe it!
Amy set the chalk to the blackboard very slowly. She could feel the presence
of Judy (or "Ms. Camden" she reminded herself), pacing behind her. She
couldn't bring herself to write the words. The chalk just sat idly on the
board for a few tense moments.
Judy thought this might be it. Amy might regain her composure and call
Judy's bluff. She watched Amy hold the chalk to the board with a slight
sense of trepidation. Then Amy slowly turned her head back over her
shoulder. The sad face seemed near tears, and Judy knew she had won! Anyone
walking into the room now would not even question that the girl at the
chalkboard was nothing more than a naughty schoolgirl being punished. When
Judy heard the words tumble out of her teacher's mouth she knew for sure.
"M.... Ms. Camden! p...Please!" she said in a quaking voice.
Judy tried to remain stern looking, hiding the glee from her face. "Please,
what?" she snapped back.
"P... please? Let's stop now?" Real tears were welling up in her eyes as she
addressed her own student like a penitent girl.
"If you want to complain, I'll give you something to complain about!" Judy
shot back. She quickly strode over to the classroom's equipment closet.
Opening the door, she took out a solid wood yardstick. Turning to Amy with a
smile, she slapped the ruler lightly against her hand.
Amy quickly turned back to the board in a panic. The words started spilling
from the chalk she held. "I am a bad girl who needs some manners... I am a
bad girl who needs some manners... I am a bad girl who needs some
manners..."
Judy smiled approvingly, continuing to slap the ruler lightly against her
hand as she walked back behind her "student." She watched as an entire
section of the board was filled with the embarrassing words. Twenty lines so
far.
"You can fit more lines in than that, Amy," Judy observed critically. "Get
on your tiptoes as you start that next section."
"Y.. yes Ms. Camden," Amy responded meekly. She reached as high up the board
as she could, standing on her tiptoes writing the next line.
"You know, Amy," Judy remarked casually as she paced closely behind Amy. "I
think there is only one thing that will make you a better girl."
Amy continued writing, her fear of her student seeming to increase with
every word from her mouth.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now, Amy?" Judy asked. Amy could almost
hear the wide smile in her voice.
"N.. no Ms. Camden," she replied. The chalk shook in her fingers a bit as
she continued to write. (.. "I am a bad girl who needs some manners...")
Judy stopped her pacing directly behind Amy. She placed her hand on Amy's
bottom, and rubbed it for a moment through the skirt. She waited a moment
for the implication to sink in.
Amy's eyes shot open wide when she realized what Judy implied. "N... NO! Not
that! Look... I.. I'm writing my lines Ms. Camden!" Amy began writing
frantically, faster than she ever had before. ("I am a bad girl who needs
some manners.. I am a bad girl who needs some manners... I am a bad gi...")
Judy had to stifle a laugh as she saw her once feared teacher frantically
writing such an embarrassing thing, terrified of her own classroom
yardstick. She forced herself to sound serious again. "Up on your toes again
Amy.. right NOW!"
Was that a whimper she heard as her teacher stretched her legs up onto her
toes? It sure sounded like it, Judy thought. "Now lift your skirt with your
free hand Amy."
"Oh.. please Ms. Camden! I'll be good!" Amy almost squealed.
"Are you arguing with me Amy?" Judy asked, making it just as patronizing as
anything her teacher had said in the past.
"N.. No Ms. Camden," Amy replied in a tiny voice. God! She even sounds like
a kid now! Judy thought to herself. Amy's left hand shook as it found the
hem of her plaid skirt, and slowly started to lift it.
"Higher Amy!" Judy ordered impatiently.
Impatiently, Judy walked forward and whisked the skirt up herself, exposing
all of the white cotton panties her teacher now wore. Judy relished the
sight for a moment, before bringing the yardstick cracking down across her
pantied behind. CRACK!!
"OW!!" Amy gave a startled cry and pressed forward into the blackboard,
futilely attempting to avoid the yardstick's next blow.
"You're such a bad girl!" Judy taunted. "Stick that cute little bottom out
farther. RIGHT NOW!"
Amy actually started to cry, encouraging Judy further. "Come on! DO IT!!"
she yelled.
Amy stuck her bottom out, presenting her tormentor with an inviting target
for the next blow. It wasn't long in coming.
CRACK!! "Who gave you permission to stop writing?!" Judy demanded as she
brought the yardstick crashing down again across Amy's already fiery bottom.
CRACK!!
"I'm s. s.. SORRY Ms. Camden!!" Amy hurriedly resumed her writing, the
letters a bit messier now as she began to cry in earnest.
CRACK!! CRACK!! Down fell the yard stick again and again. Amy began to sob,
but dared not stop writing.
"Stop that sniveling!" Judy ordered.
"p.. p.. PLEASE Ms. Camden!... that REALLY hurts!" Amy blubbered.
"Turn around and look at me!" Judy demanded.
Amy tried to make herself stop crying, but the tears kept falling. The
embarrassment was causing them as much as any pain. Amy simply couldn't
stop them once they'd started. She turned around staring at the floor, not
able to meet Judy's eyes anymore.
"You're blubbering over just a few little smacks!" Judy said disgustedly.
"Do you know what I think?"
".. N.. no Ms. Camden," Amy replied meekly, beginning to control her
tears.
"I think you're faking it! Trying to make me feel sorry for you so I'll let
you go." Judy said, taking Amy's chin in her hand and forcing her to look up
into her eyes. The look on Amy's face was priceless, Judy thought.
"n. NO Ms. Camden! I.. I'm NOT!" she said, looking and feeling more panic
and fear.
"Do you know what I do to liars and pretenders Amy?" Judy asked.
" I'm NOT LYING Ms. Camden! I swear!" Amy exclaimed as her fear grew.
Judy set the yardstick down and pulled Amy's straight backed chair away from
her desk, into the open floor. She casually sat herself in it, looking up
only after straightening her skirt. The gaze she gave Amy was piercing and
merciless. She patted her knee.
"Get over my lap, Amy. I'm going to spank you like the bad little girl you
are!" Judy said very calmly.
Amy felt so helpless and lost. Her knees grew week at the very mention of
getting such a spanking. The intense humiliation of being dressed as her own
student, stripped of her authority, and punished had driven beyond herself
already. This pushed her even farther over the edge. She immediately started
crying again.
"M.. m....Ms. Camden PLEASE!! I.. I'm your.. your teacher.. you.. you
CAN'T!" Amy's cries alternated between meek and soft, and panicked and loud.
As her teachers fresh tears started to flow down her cheeks, Judy knew she
could easily pull the woman over her lap. But she wanted to make Amy bend
over it herself. Not even in the back of her mind could there be any doubt
that she had a choice. Judy was in charge now. Amy would bend over her lap
because she SAID Amy would bend over her lap.
"Let's go Amy," she said, her voice actually growing gentler now. "Lift your
skirt and climb over my lap. Bad girls get punished, don't they?"
As Judy's voice softened, Amy found she wanted to agree with her. Her
instinct told her to make sure she kept Judy happy. Not to risk making her
angry again. She nodded her head.
"And you were a bad girl, weren't you Amy?" Judy continued in her soft
reasonable tone.
Amy wanted to agree... but couldn't agree... she wrestled with her thoughts
as her tears continued. She started to shake her head "No." She couldn't
agree that she was a "bad girl!" She was a grown woman!
"Amy!" Judy's tone grew harder and more menacing. Almost without knowing she
was doing it, Amy began to nod her head. Yes. Yes she was a bad girl.
Judy smiled in approval. "Very good Amy. Now lift your skirt," the kind,
softer voice was back.
Amy slowly reached down and lifted her skirt, exposing white cotton panties
that weren't even her own. Yet they seemed so much more appropriate for her
now. The panties of a girl, not a woman, worn by a bawling girl in a pony
tail and plaid skirt.
Judy didn't say anything more. She simply patted her knee. Amy paused to
take one more breath, then began bending over. Her tears flowed so freely
now, but as she laid across the warm lap of her onetime student, something
felt right about her being in this position. This was who she was. Amy
White. Frightened girl. All the rest had been a show. A fraud. Her slow
realization was liberating her. Making her reaction to the situation
surprisingly genuine.
She sniffled a little as Judy gently pulled the panties down to her knees.
She knew what was coming. But she began to accept it. At least, until Judy's
hand came thundering down on her already sore bottom.
WHACK!! "You are a.., " WHACK!! "bad girl, Amy!" WHACK!! WHACK!! "And I am
going to..," WHACK!! "teach you a lesson...," WHACK!! WHACK!! "you
won't...," WHACK!! "soon forget!" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Over and over Judy's hand crashed down on Amy's tender bottom. At first Amy
tried to be brave. She bit her lip and tried not to cry out. But as her
tender buttocks turned deeper and deeper pink, her legs started to kick, and
she began to sob loudly.
"Stop that kicking!!" Judy ordered.
Amy tried to stop, but couldn't help it on the harder blows. She was sobbing
hard, and her tears fell in pools on the floor.
"P... P.. PLEASE m..m..Ms. C.. Camden!!" she begged through her sobs. "N..
no more!! I'll be good!"
WHACK!! WHACK!! The blows continued relentlessly as Judy continued to
lecture. "I told you...," WHACK!! SMACK!! "that you are a...," WHACK!!
SMACK!! "very, very...." WHACK!! "bad girl!" WHACK!! WHACK!! SMACK!! "And
that..." WHACK!! "bad girls..." WHACK!! WHACK!! "get punished!!" WHACK!!
Amy begged and blubbered. "I'm s..s..SORRY!! I'm.. s..s.. soooo.. SORRRY!!"
WHACK!! WHACK!! "Who is in charge of this classroom?!" Judy demanded.
WHACK!! SMACK!! "Who is the teacher here?!" SMACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"y..y.. You are!!" Amy blubbered back.
SMACK!! SMACK!! "And what is my name?"
"j.. j.., " Amy began, only to feel the spankings double in speed and
strength. "MS... MS. CAMDEN!!" She shouted out.
WHACK! WHACK!! "And who is the bad girl here?"
"M..m..ME!!" Amy sobbed.
WHACK!! SMACK!! "And don't you forget it!" SMACK!!
Finally, Amy's bottom a bright shade of red, Judy stopped. She let the
sobbing teacher lie across her lap a few moments more. Judy herself was out
of breath from all the energy she'd put into the spanking. But she felt more
alive then she ever had before. Amy's sobs were muffled as she buried her
face in her hands and cried. Judy gently ran her hand across the sore bottom
of the women she had almost feared only an hour ago. She caught her own
breath and noticed how meekly Amy accepted her touch, only wincing a few
times when a particularly sore area was reached. It was an intimate moment.
Any doubt of who was in charge now had been wiped away.
Finally Judy spoke. "Up off my lap now, Amy," she said calmly.
Instantly, Amy responded. Scrambling up from Judy's lap, she reached down to
pull her panties up.
"Leave them down, Amy," Judy ordered. Amy's hands instantly retracted
without protest.
"Now march yourself over to the corner," Judy pointed to the very corner Amy
herself had used in the past to embarrass unruly students. Now, walking
awkwardly as the panties around her knees restricted her stride, she ambled
over to the corner without a word of objection. She knew from her own use of
the corner as punishment that she was to face into the corner without a
word.
"Hold that skirt UP, Amy," Judy said as Amy reached the corner. "Don't make
me get the yardstick again."
Amy quickly pulled the skirt up high, exposing her bright red buttocks. Her
sobs turned to sniffles as she stood obediently in silence.
Judy sat back in her chair, admiring her own handiwork for a while. Only
once did Amy's tired arms begin to lower her skirt, and one quick SLAP from
the yardstick had corrected that. Other than that, Judy simply picked up a
magazine and read it at her teacher's desk, leaving Amy standing in silence,
not bothering to tell her how long it might last. An entire hour went by.
Then a bit more.
Finally five o'clock rolled around. Judy set down her magazine. "Five
O'clock Amy," she said, as if it should be meaningful. "I believe YOUR
detention was to last two hours today, is that correct."
Amy was startled, being spoken to after such a long period of silence. She
cleared her throat before speaking, "y... Yes Ms. Camden."
"Well drop your skirt and pull up your panties," Judy said patronizingly.
"Hurry up, I have things to do today."
Amy scrambled to pull her panties into place and smooth down her skirt.
Judy walked up closely behind her. Amy was smart enough to realize she
hadn't actually been given permission to leave the corner yet, so stayed
where she was, still facing the corner.
"Have we learned our lesson today, Amy?" Judy asked in a tone between
concern and teasing.
"Yes, Ms. Camden," Amy replied sincerely, in a small voice.
"And do you want to have another detention with me?" Judy continued.
"No... No, Ms. Camden," Amy replied with the appropriate fear.
"Very good Amy," Judy said, as if speaking to a small girl. "Then you may
leave the corner. Gather up your things and go home now.
Amy turned, no longer crying but clearly chastened. She found that she
couldn't bring herself to look into Judy's eyes anymore. But Judy was
ignoring her anyway now as she gathered up her own things. Quickly Judy
began walking for the door.
"M.. Ms Camden?!" Amy called out in a nervous tone. "M...my clothes!"
Judy smiled confidently as she looked back at her teacher. Dressed now in
the uniform of a schoolgirl, with the addition of her nervous attitude,
blushing face and tone of voice, it now seemed impossible to think of her as
anything else. It would be a shame to break this lovely image, Judy thought.
"I think you look fine just the way you are, Amy," Judy said. "I have plenty
of uniforms at home, so you keep that one. Every time you're tempted to be a
bad girl again, maybe a look at it will remind you to behave."
"B.. But Ms. Camden... how will I.. get home?" Amy exclaimed, lip beginning
to quiver again.
"Almost everyone has gone by now, Amy," Judy explained. "And believe me, the
way you look now no one will think you're a teacher here. Just walk to your
car, explaining to anyone who asks that you were kept late for detention."
"Ms Camden!" Amy pleaded.
"Goodbye, Amy," Judy said as she turned and walked out the door.
"Th.. thank you." Amy whispered under her breath after the student had left.
THE END