Chapter 1

The school stool in hindsight I had no one to blame, but myself for my current dilemma. My capricious choice not to help those students who needed guidance in their classrooms have been wrong! I had not reached out to the students as their advisor. As a woman my advice was often salt by student teachers on how to handle children with authority, but I had ignored such request and told them to figure it out for themselves.

Art had wanted to go to the administration with her and fellow future teacher complaints. The lack of an advisor had left them at the mercy of the little buggers in the classrooms, otherwise known as students. Art successfully tampered with the usual teacher student power structure and had talked me into trying something novel to settle her complaint. In her eyes she felt I had committed cereal malfeasance at Mansfield high school. I had to admit I have become anal, distant and unapproachable. So, all things considered I would only get what I deserved.

In my heart I knew my neglect had been wrong and I truly deserved to have my naughty honey spanked. Possibly I accept accepted my punishment because one of my students. Art was cool as a cucumber and had taken charge in the teacher student dynamic. I would be at the mercy of Art for an entire period.

My time for the reckoning had arrived given a choice between the administration or corporal punishment. I chose the spanking instead. I assume found myself with my black slacks down and my shear pill peach panties on display in the custom cherry red van. Art picked a period in which neither of us had any students to take care of the comp of the compromise. Art wants to be the one doing the smacking, but that did not stop several other student teachers who I ignored, also crowding into watch paragraph I felt my honey heat up as Art used an 18-in wooden ruler to give me two hot stripes across my butt cheeks. The feeling was as if I had a burr that would not be easy to remove.

I’m sure my honey was becoming a shiny Apple red, which was becoming more visible as my wiggling calls the crack between my butt cheeks to eat the sea eat the seat fabric of my panties. The stool Art soon had a vast expanse of their skin for the wooden ruler to decorate with wide bright red stripes. The thick ruler rebounded off my poor honey once again.

I tense my leg which cause a sudden leg cramp, but declaring the cramp did nothing to stop the whacking from my avenging student. Not only did my honey feel like it was on fire. My skin actually sizzled. The last of the swats with the paddle like wooden ruler cut through me like a knife through butter. Art made sure my honey felt like it had been on a griddle. Perhaps Art may have stopped after delivering a dozen swats from the ruler with obvious effects on my honey, but the other student teachers in the room were not so kind they urge Art on as the ruler landed that’s the new

they Ernst Art on as the ruler landed repeatedly on my honey making me sob, kick and squirm. Eventually it became necessary for Art to have several of the others help by holding me over the stool. My butt was now a cherry red that matched Art’s van. The color clearly showing even through the parts still covered by my panties.