This story is set in the state of Maryland, USA in the nineteen eighties:

After college, Simone had gotten her teacher certificate in Maryland and landed a plum job in a fine school in Tarpon Springs. She was scheduled to teach algebra. Plus, she would also be their new tennis coach. The kids were okay at her high school. However, they did ‘crack’ on their town all the time. They said it was, so boring there where they lived that they called it Tampon Springs. One of them had even posted that sentiment on ‘Yelp.’ Speaking of yelp, they sure meant business when it came to discipline at the high school she as about to start her teaching career at after Longwood College.

I can tell you first-hand that the paddle crack and accompanying whimpers overheard as wood cracked across bent over bottoms. Like clockwork as their paddling came to conclusion male and females yelped in a high pitch. Corporal punishment for males and on occasion female recalcitrant females at Tarpon Springs High was fine with the board.

It was crystal clear to me based on the corporal punishment record that the ladies weren’t let off the hook at Tarpon High. If their behavior merited a good paddling, it was given in the same manner as the boys. This was made possible because Maryland was a corporal punishment use state. Pity it was only reserved for the students and not available as a valid option for teachers or staff. That’s why I was on the horn of a dilemma. I was fast approaching a crisis on the job. Even with my beloved and wise mentor teacher had become frustrated with my capricious outburst in class. It seemed no matter how hard I tried; my students figured a way to get under my skin. That’s why I fantasized about getting some red skin down there. I felt perhaps a loss of skin from my mentor’s preferred discipline implement would do the trick for me. It was a wide, stiff leather strap-paddle with holes. Such an effective reminder repeat performances were rare and feared by her always productive students.

Oh, if only I was one of her students, she could give me a paddling and my troubles would behind me. That was my thought process to have Linda still my mind through the application of her strap-paddle against my behind. My classroom issues were pretty much solved by holding students accountable and paddling after a step-up criterion had been reached by the student. I shared with my mentor although my effectiveness in class continued to progress, I still let my feelings show and that wasn’t good for the path of mt future in the classroom. If spanked hard with her thick belt-like flexible implement, I was sure it’s memory would stop my outburst. Linda was like steel in her refusal to spank me at school. So, I let my natural brat-like tendencies shine on the court in the tennis league which Linda attended to help chaperone the girls on the tennis team. They were there to observe my match. I played my part well in hopes Linda would see me showing my arse and unsportsmanlike conduct on the Sovran League court and change her mind about spanking me. However, my needy behind remained untouched no matter how I acted out on the tennis court. Soon there were more and more occasions in nearby Tampa as my frustration and not being spanked continued to boil to the surface. Those times I had chosen to show my butt on the court and be unladylike became worst all part of my poor sportsmanship. This was witnessed by the girls of the tennis team I coached at Tarpon High. Surely, if my behavior had been related to the school board, boy would I have been in big trouble!

So, in desperation, I brought my own wooden paddle. I stored the wooden punishment implement in the desk of my trailer. Since I had crapped out with Linda, I invited over, Arlene. In the past we had shared our past spankings through college, so I took a deep breath and asked her for a personal favor. I knew it was a big ask. However, after several self-spanking poor attempts where I found out, I simply couldn’t hit myself hard enough to make a lasting impression. What I needed was to be given a proper scolding and have that followed up with a good hard paddling! I had thought she was a logical choice because, she had confided in me that she had been spanked in her upbring into college at home. Her last spanking with a belt occurred when she was a junior in college. She was twenty years-old and came home in the early hours of the morning. She had confided in me the belt whipping was, so hard, she had almost peed her pants. I know her dad and knew she was telling the truth.

While we were two birds with the same feathers, she adamantly refused my corporal punishment request. My pout shared my disappointment that she had turned me down. However, Arlene was my friend after I made us dinner, she surprised me by coming up with a brand spanking idea. At first thought, I almost dismissed it as too farfetched to be a workable solution. However, as I heard the details of her plan it seemed more doable than it first appeared when Arlene mentioned the scenario. She knew a guy unattached now that had on a fairly regular basis blistered the butt of his girlfriend. She had gotten a job at Disney World in marketing and decided to drop her discipline minded boyfriend.

I must admit the details fit my premise and just maybe in my teacher role as Miss Simone. That the part of my life where I desperately needed accountability of a physical nature. I could get paddled by her friend. my ears perked up and I felt a twitch in my long untouched butt. There was a longing to be once again held accountable for my actions. There is a difference in a sigh and a gasp. Arlene knows the difference and, that was why she heard my sigh. So, she managed to raise my hope as she detailed a plan to hook something that she needed to try to somehow, no matter the obstacles meet my need. So, I suddenly held out hope that Arlene had changed her mind and decided to color my butt to a cherry red hue. However, my heart sunk as I realized, she felt unqualified to really smoke my bottom.

I got up to leave when suddenly my friend grabbed my arm. I lost my balance and landed hard on butt. The wood floor had no give in it. My fall and gave my arse a sudden jolt of pain. As she told me her plan, my brown eyes widened in amazement. I was excited and grateful, so I curtsied my appreciation. She smiled back at me.

Simone was known by her students in the classroom as Miss Simone. The pretty young teacher with brown bangs and hair down to her shoulders told her algebra class to pass their assignments to the person behind them to check their work.

The teacher’s mind went back to the first time she had felt the paddle on her own behind. Mr. Bright was still the senior teacher in the school as that time, and as such, he was responsible for the school and making sure the junior teacher did the job that was required of them.

Mr. Bright was quite anal in his somewhat demented demeanor. He a real stick in the mud and quite the self-believing Cassanova. That’s why many female teacher’s thought he needed a stick put up where the sun doesn’t shine! Oddly this wasn’t the case with Simone. She admired his task master nature for having detailed lesson plans at least a week in advance as part of the proper planning. Simone’s vagina damped the crotch her panties as well as the sting of her tampon. Why was that? Indeed, she wondered herself. Perhaps it was because, he was a take charge get things done, crappy plans allowed for class. A pretty face or butt or boobs was going to keep him off the scent of a bad teacher in need of his special kind to the behind discipline.

Simone had found with the younger grades it was very easy to just work from the most basic plan, and a lot of the time she just filled in the details as the day went along. The two of them had reviewed her lesson plans and Mr. Bright was clearly not happy with her progress.

“Simone, how many times have we discussed the need for you to properly prepare lesson plans?”

“Oh, I know Mr. Bright, but it is so easy just to make them up as the day goes on. That way I know exactly what I covered that day and things that need more work.”

Mr. Bright shook his head sidewise. “Did they teach you how to make lesson plans and how to use them in university Miss Simone?”

Seeing her nod her head in agreement, he continued lecturing her. “Did you make up lesson plans and have them graded?” Once again, she nodded as he continued. “Did you understand why lesson planning is taught in class Miss Simone?”

“Yes, I did sir, but I found I could do just as well without them and why do all that work if I don’t use them anyway?”

“Miss Simone, it is very clear to me that this discussion is going nowhere. You show a lot of promise as a young teacher and I would hate to write an evaluation that would end your teaching career. I will write your evaluation that way if that what you want?”

“Oh no sir, please don’t sir! I love teaching and it would be dreadful to lose my career after all the schooling I have done.”

“Good I am glad you feel like that. Now before we go any further, I want you to know I think you will be a great teacher and personally I like you a lot.”

“I like you too Mr. Bright, does this mean I won’t get a bad evaluation?”

“It means you may not get a bad evaluation from me Miss Simone, however I am not so sure you will like the alternative I am going to suggest.”

Simone recalled looking up into his eyes and thinking how deep and intriguing they seemed to be before answering. “Whatever the alternative is, I sure I will like it better than a poor evaluation. What are you suggesting as an alternative?”

Mr. Bright wasted no time in answering her question, mostly because he was scared of his desire to kiss and hold her in his arms rather than doing what he knew he must do. Pulling the chair out from behind his desk, he shuffled it over to an open space and then returned to open his drawer and pull out his wooden ruler.

“Miss Simone this is what we do with an unruly student who refuses to complete lessons in a proper manner, and I am going to treat you exactly the same. You have one advantage over the student in that you do not have a parent to rewarm your bottom later but believe me, if I was your husband your butt would be very sore later tonight.”

Simone well-remembered the initial shock of knowing he was going to spank her just like she had spanked Thomas King, but when he mentioned about being her husband all her thoughts got caught up in fantasy that had nothing to do with the spanking she was about to receive. She only returned to her senses when she felt her skirt being rolled up above her thighs while she was still standing beside him.

“No Mr. Bright you can’t do this! Please don’t do this!” Knowing her pleading was doing no good as she could now feel a cool breeze against her hips, she stopped pleading and started giving orders. “Stop it right now! I demand you lower my dress immediately!”

That was the first time she heard Mr. Bright ever use her first name when addressing her. “All right Simone I will stop. When I do, I want you to leave so I write that evaluation to the school board tonight. They meet early next week so I am sure you will have a few days to look for another school to employ you.”

Simone knew a poor evaluation would follow her to any teaching position she applied to, and she would never get another teaching job anywhere. “No! Don’t write the evaluation! I will take the spanking just like you suggest.”

Mr. Bright was visibly rather happy. Simone their tennis coach had a small, athletic well-rounded bottom.

Still holding her skirt now rolled up to her lower back, Mr. Bright looked into her eyes as he spoke. “You really will be a good teacher someday Simone, but right now you have to learn to do things the proper way. Right now, the proper way is for you to bend over my lap and we can get this over with.”

Simone knew she had a proper pair of panties on that covered most of her butt cheeks, but she still felt the blood rush to her facial cheeks as she bent over his knee and exposed her pink panties to him. She began to feel like a little girl when she felt his one hand land on her ribcage and pull her in toward his hips and his other hand resting on her panties. She enjoyed the heat from his hand, but realized it almost covered her entire butt. Just how hard would that hand be able to spank her?

Mr. Bright turned yo her as Simone rubbed her bottom through her yellow visible panty lined dress. “April Fools!

My parents felt I could be lazy with my schoolwork and household chores. Both of those got me a sore bottom in the past. Whenever I heard, “Marilyn Simone of Radford,” I knew my butt was about to be roasted before dinner. I must admit that I was interested in both the psychological and the physical aspects of spankings. That’s when I shared with Arlene that a spanking to me was more than a physical pain. It was the emotions brought about by the situation I found myself in as a teacher and coach. I needed a spanking to really hurt and for my panties to be always down for my bare butt paddling.

She knew Miss Marilyn’s days were numbered, if she continued to carry on like a child. One without self-control was bound sooner than later to lose her job. She had always wanted two things in a career path. One to teach high school history because she believed that those, she taught would see it their duty to vote as informed citizens in a manner to not divide but unify the country. Then, there was the dream to teach tennis and inspire them through hard work to bond as a team and finally bring that elusive high school championship to Tarpon.

However, for this to all happen with her girls the plan had to be flawlessly executed, and warning bells were sounding because my poor behavior in the Tampa league had rubbed off on the tennis team, I was supposed to demonstrate through my actions. A role model on and off the clay court.

“Look in Maryland, Simone you’re in an awful lot of trouble and you better suggest a solution before you get yourself into more than your pretty bottom can handle. You know this town a lot better than I do, so let’s hear it.”

Seeing the look in my eye and knowing there was no sense in putting her cute bottom at any more risk than it currently was, she answered.” Surely you understand I want to comply. There is a television unit we could use.”

“A broadcast mobile unit? One that could be moved to a private area?” I asked.

The teacher nodded in the affirmative.

Now that we found a mutually acceptable location, we headed toward the mobile television unit by the quickest and least public way possible. I couldn’t get my mind off the upcoming spanking of the pretty teacher with the light brown shoulder length hair.