Chapter 3 - The Punishment

“Pass the peas please Remmy” Mrs. Jackson said to her son, reaching out to take the bowl as he picked it up from his side of the table to meet her halfway. Eating dinner together was something they as a family didn’t get to do very often anymore since Mr. Jackson had been promoted at the local power company.

“Sure” Remmy replied as he paused in the conversation with his dad to hand the bowl to her before turning back to listening to his fathers argument about ethical dilemmas.

“ ... so you don’t know the child and there are no laws against doing nothing, you do not have an obligation to save them from drowning” Mr. Jackson finished

“Well that’s just...” Remmy began “You would have to have a good reason for not going into the lake after them, or you would be morally bankrupt! If I were there and saw the man just walk by and do nothing, I would beat the ever-loving snot out of him!”

“Sure” Mr. Jackson replied “but you would then be applying your own moral and ethical code onto that man. Aside from that, YOU would then be breaking the law by assault and battery of this person. What right do you have to do that?

“ ... but it’s Detestable!” Remmy argued.

Mr. Jackson paused for a moment, letting his son’s own words percolate before continuing “Yes ... and so...” he made a circular motion with his steak laden fork, urging him on to the inevitable conclusion

“ ... and so” Remmy grudgingly continued, “I would have to decide if my moral high ground justified by inflicting punishment on the man for letting the child drown, thus breaking my own moral code by breaking the law...”

With a slight grin on his face, Mr. Jackson prompted “which means?”

“Which means” Remmy finished with a defeated look on his face “that there is no “moral high ground” at all, and I am just as guilty ... no ... MORE guilty than the man who let the child drown... technically“

“Exactly” Mr. Jackson finished as he took a sip from his whiskey and leaned back in his chair

“ ... But as with anything in life” Mrs. Jackson quickly added “sometimes you know something is right and you have to do it, but you must be willing to accept whatever consequences may come from it.”

She loved watching her two men talk. Remmy was growing up into the spitting image of his father, she just wished that when her husband had these kinds of thought experiments with Remmy, he would put more effort into the explanations. The idea was to teach their child about morality and logical thinking, not about “technicality“

“Sweetie” she interjected before the conversation could continue “Isn’t that your phone?”

As the conversation paused for the other two to listen, the hint of a grin was evident in Mr. Jackson’s face as “Thong Song” by Sisqo could be heard echoing down the hallway.

“Excuse me please” Remmy said as he pushed back from the table and rushed down the hallway in the direction of his bedroom. Mrs. Jackson rolled her eyes slightly upon recognizing the song, but nodded to her son in acquiescence. Remmy had good upbringing and was a very polite young man, but he was still a teenager and there was no accounting for a kids taste in music.

As Remmy left the table, Mr. Jackson tried to keep a straight face and pointedly averted his eyes from the appraising glare that his wife was aiming his way.

“Men“ She thought to herself, and took a bite of her garlic bread

Rushing into his bedroom, Remmy slid across the wood floor in his socks, landing in his chair and rolling over to his computer to pick up his phone. When he saw who was calling him, he nearly dropped the phone in his rush to unplug it from the cable while simultaneously answering it and lifting it to his ear.

“Hello ... crap!” he nearly squeaked as the phone slipped out of his hand as his rolling chair finally came to a stop against the wall. He caught it and lifted it back to his ear, clearing his throat “Hello? This is Remmy”. His heart had started pounding as he tried to think of something to say.

Silence

“Hello?” Said Remmy, “is anyone...”

“Hey Remmy”, came Amanda’s soft, sweet voice over the line

Flustered, Remmy blurted out “HEY! Er, uh ... hi. I mean, well ... hi”

Remmy heard a soft giggle come through the line, he was about to verbally trip over himself more when Amanda said “I just saw your texts and I wanted to talk to you”

As he quickly stood up and softly closed the door to his bedroom, Remmy replied “I, uh...” his mind was racing to come up with a coherent thought “ ... Thanks. I mean, I didn’t expect to hear back from you, considering how today went in class”

“Yes, well ... that Is what I needed to talk to you about...”

Remmy’s mood had been elated at first, but as he heard the tone in Amanda’s voice, a bad feeling started churning in the pit of his stomach. By the time the quick phone call was done, Remmy closed his door and sat down on his bed to stew over the what Amanda had said.

SMACK

THUD

“Get it!” Jason (Mac) yelled, “Fucking own it Remmy!”

With a burst of speed, Remmy landed a swift combination of jabs to the upper, lower, and side parts of the punching bag that Mac was holding for him. Remmy moved his right leg forward and under the bag as it came back at him, allowing the momentum of the bag to push his shoulder back, and with a final twist of his hips, he thrust his shoulder forward while flexing and extending his arm to use the weight of bag against itself. If it had been a person, they would be lying sprawled on the floor at this point. The bag shuddered on the chain, swinging wildly while Mac tried to bring it back under control.

“Nicely done!” a man standing in the doorway said, as Mac threw a towel to Remmy to wipe off the sweat.

“Thank you Sifu” Remmy said, with a slight bow of acknowledgment from student to teacher.

Their workout done, both Remmy and Mac spent a few minutes helping some of the less experienced students in the class refine their techniques before heading for the showers and going to their respective homes.

Remmy was confused ... and frustrated. The brief phone conversation with Amanda had at first almost brought him to tears. She said there was stuff he couldn’t understand, she rambled for a minute talking about not being able to talk to him, it wasn’t right, about how she was afraid for them both. At first, he thought she was talking about the authorities and how they could both get into trouble for the age difference, but as the days went by, and he kept mulling over the conversation, he became more and more sure that there was a piece to the puzzle that she wasn’t telling him. The urgency she had spoken with made it sound like she was afraid of some kind of physical retribution, not legal issues with the school or the law.

Over that first month of school Remmy had attempted to remain aloof whenever he saw Amanda - whether in her classroom or around the campus. When he first noticed the wedding band on her finger, he was amazed that he had not noticed it before! Girls in high school almost always wear all kinds of jewelry, so he probably had just overlooked it thinking it was just another ring when he had first met her and thought she was his age, but now he realized that it meant she was married!

Since Amanda had not specifically told him that he could not text her anymore, Remmy had continued to send her brief texts every couple of days in an attempt to continue to try to get to know her. She had a habit of replying sporadically, sometimes they would have a decent text conversation for an hour, other times she would not respond to him for two or three days. Needless to say, he was confused and more than a bit frustrated - both sexually and emotionally.

Today was a new day however, and Remmy had woken up with a spring in his step and ready to take on whatever the world threw at him. With a confidence that belied the timidity he had shown thus far, he pulled open his sock drawer and took out the blue bikini bottoms that Amanda had given to him the first day they had met at the water park, then stuffed them into an inside pocked of his backpack.

Remmy had a plan. It might blow up in his face, but he was willing to risk it.

As the bell rang and the class quieted down, Amanda finished writing a sequence of formulas on the white board. Most of the boys in the class had taken to sitting close in the front rows and were quiet as they all had a good view of the backside of their gorgeous teacher. Today Amanda was wearing a tasteful pink blouse with white butterflies and baby-blue accents that matched her high heels, hair pulled back and held together loosely with a blue and pink ribbon behind her shoulders, and a white cotton skirt with pink butterflies on it that moved in time with her hips as she wrote on the board.

As she turned around she began to speak, she picked up a stack of folders from her desk and began passing them around.

“Good morning everyone. I’m passing out the tests now, there are five different versions so don’t bother trying to get help from your classmates. Do not open the folders until I say you can begin - that means you JEREMY.” She said over her shoulder in the direction of the boy on the far side of the room who had thought to get a peek at the test while her back was to him. A quiet chuckle went through the students as the boy had been caught red-handed and sheepishly closed the folder.

“When you are done, make sure your name and class period are at the top, put it back into the folder and set it here on the corner of my desk” Amanda continued, pointing to the indicated spot. “If you have any questions, please come up to my desk one at a time and QUIETLY discuss them with me. You may begin”

Over the course of the next half-hour, there was a steady stream of students going to Amanda’s desk one after the other, asking for clarification or an explanation to any number of the problems in the test. Halfway through the class period, Amanda looked up at the next student coming to ask a question and saw it was Remmy. Her heart skipped a beat as she ran her eyes over his outfit, taking notice of his beautifully sculpted forearms and messy - yet styled - hair. When he took the last step to her desk and handed over his folder, he said softly “I had a question about number 13, I don’t remember the formula’s used”.

Amanda opened the folder to pull out the test, and paused - her heart suddenly racing as her blue bikini bottoms slid from the folder and onto her desk. She quickly pushed them over the edge and onto her lap, glancing up quickly to see if anyone had noticed before looking up with an involuntary blush, she had to stifle her initial response, because she wanted to gasp and start yelling at Remmy for taking such a brazen risk! As she quietly spluttered in an attempt to sound natural for anyone who might be close enough to overhear the whispered conversation, she saw that his eyes were calm - with no hint of a blush or anything even slightly amiss with what he was doing. As far as the class was concerned, he was just another student asking for some help as many of them had already done.

Remmy nodded toward the folder and Amanda glanced down at it. In her panic, she had not noticed the small piece of paper taped to the inside of the folder in front of Remmy’s test paper. It read:

“You said you wanted these back. I don’t want to keep you from using your favorite swim suit ... so I will trade you ;) “

After a few seconds of quiet, Remmy leaned in and pointed to a random spot on the test saying “see, this here. I wasn’t sure the function of the co-efficient and I’m just confused”

Taking advantage of his prompt, she tried furiously to get the crimson out of her cheeks as she thought about taking her panties off to give to this boy.

Amanda began to mutter an explanation to one of the problems on the test while she thought about what to do. A hand rose from one of the female students on the other side of the classroom. Amanda acknowledged the hand and raised a finger to tell the girl she would be next. She began to squirm at all the thoughts she had racing through her head just then. Her desk was large and was full of different teaching supplies.

Amanda took the note and bikini, closed the folder and began to hand it back to Remmy whispering loudly enough for anyone else who might be able to hear “No problem, let me know if you have any other questions” and then began to point to the girl who had raised her hand a few moments before. As Amanda opened a desk drawer to put the bikini bottoms into it, she noticed that Remmy was still standing there. He opened the folder and handed it back to her, whispering loudly “Yes, I understand that, but I don’t get what this means” gesturing to a random point on the test paper.

Then Amanda understood ... he wanted her panties NOW! Bringing the folder up as if to study the paper, Amanda covered her face to hide the bright red flush of her cheeks as she looked up at Remmy. She saw by his stance that he did not plan ongoing anywhere until she had fulfilled his request! As the shock quickly wore off, she felt a tingle between her thighs and a slight swell to her breasts as her hormones began to take over her thoughts. Before she could think about it too much and stop herself, she glanced over the folder in the room - everyone had their heads down studying the problems, including the girl who was next in line to have her question answered. Apparently she had moved on to the next set of problems while she waited for Amanda to become available.

With one hand holding the folder up in case any students were to glance in her direction, she used her left hand to grab the hem of her skirt, pulling it up so that her legs were completely exposed behind her desk. She felt Remmy’s eyes on her legs as he had an unobstructed view of her thighs as she quickly hooked her thumb around the band of her panties under the skirt on the left side, shifting her weight ever so slightly as she maneuvered the undergarment down one hip and then the other until they were at her knees, where she closed her legs together and the panties dropped to her feet, the skirt having settled back down to her knees.

In a very natural move, Remmy “accidentally” knocked a few papers off of her desk and onto the floor next to her chair behind the desk, so he crouched down to pick them up for her. In the ten seconds it took for him to gather the papers together, he pulled the panties from around her feet and ran his hand up Amanda’s firm right calf and UNDER her skirt along the inside of her thigh until one of his fingers brushed against the very inner most, tender spot of her thigh right next to her vagina. It had been a few days since she had shaved her pussy, and she felt his fingertip bush against the microscopic hairs but not actually touching her most tender of spots.

Remmy got up from his knee, papers in hand he tapped them on their edge on the desk to straighten them and put them back in their place. The panties were not in evidence anywhere, so she figured he must have stuffed them into one of his socks while he was on his knee. He quietly whispered a “thank you” as if in gratitude for the explanations, but they both knew there was much more implied in the two words.

Her face still slightly flushed, Amanda quickly composed herself and ensured her skirt was in order before calling quietly to the girl who still needed help. As she listened to the girl explain the problem she was having, Amanda could not help but glance at Remmy and notice he had a slight grin on his face. She couldn’t help but to smile inwardly at the thought of what had just occurred.

Her thoughts had been consumed by Remmy for the remainder of the day, and as she pulled into the driveway at her home, she almost missed the fact that Brandon’s truck was there. As she considered this, it was odd for him to be home so early on a Wednesday, but she didn’t think much more of it as she parked and began pulling her curriculum-laden bags from the back seat to bring inside.