I was sitting in my American History class, nervously twisting my hands. My teacher had just told me to meet him in his office after class. I knew I had screwed up on the last test and have been behind in turning in my assignments.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice that class was over. Everyone was filing out of the classroom. I looked up and saw that the only people left were myself and the History teacher.

Mr. Smith was my teachers name. I had thought from the beginning of the school year that he was the best looking teacher in the school. He wasn't particularly tall, but was built solid. He had the look of someone who worked out to stay in shape. He was probably in his early 40's. With dark brown hair and honey brown eyes that you could just get lost in.

I think that was one of the major problems I had with this class. I always had the hardest time paying attention in class. I kept thinking about Mr. Smith and not the class.

Mr. Smith looked at me "Miss Taylor I will expect you in my office in ten minutes. You had best not be late." With that said he left me alone in the classroom.

God I was scared. I knew this meeting couldn't be good. I slowly gathered up my books and started for the door. I decided to stop at the washroom before going to Mr. Smith's office. After I took care of business I looked at the mirror to see if I looked okay. Maybe if Mr. Smith liked the way I looked he would be easier on me.

I smoothed down my long blonde hair and reached into my backpack for some lip gloss. After applying the gloss and straightening my school skirt I left for Mr. Smith's office.

I looked at the clock and noticed that I was passed the ten minute limit that my teacher had given me. Outside his office I lightly tapped on his door. "Come in." I heard from inside.

I opened the door and went into the office. Mr. Smith was seated at his desk. Right in front of his desk was a straight back chair. He looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Have a seat Miss Taylor and please explain to me why you could not make it to my office in the ten minutes that I had given you."

I sat in the chair and rested my hands in my lap. "Well, Mr. Smith I had to stop at the restroom first. I came here as soon as I was finished. I am sorry that I was late."

"Well, young lady we seem to have a problem here. You are in grave danger of flunking out of my class. Plus in addition you seem to have a problem with telling time. When I said ten minutes I meant ten, not fifteen."

"Yes sir, I do apologize for that."

"That won't be quite good enough. I think you need a stiff punishment, so that you will remember in the future. A punishment might also redirect you in your studies."

Now I really started to get scared. I had no idea what he meant by punishment, but it didn't sound good.

"Miss Taylor I want you to stand and face the chair, then you may bend over and place your hands on the seat."

I sat frozen to my seat, he couldn't be serious. There was no way I was going to bend over in front of him. Mr. Smith's eyes narrowed, as I didn't move as he wanted me to.

"Miss Taylor that wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. NOW MOVE!!" I jumped when he raised his voice and found myself doing as he asked. I heard his chair move back from the desk. I could feel him standing behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Eyes front Miss Taylor." I turned my head back around and faced the door. Mr. Smith came into my line of vision. He headed for the door and I saw him lock it.

He walked back around me towards his desk. I couldn't see him, but I did hear him open a drawer in his desk. I heard a noise, like something hitting a hand. Out of peripheral vision I saw Mr. Smith approach me with a wooden ruler in his hand. He was slapping it on his left hand.