By the third week of her sophomore year at Glenbrook High, Meghan Shannon had already selected her target for the semester. It was a game for her, seeing if she could find a vulnerable teacher to tease, entice, and seduce, although it had never gone that far. And, even though she was a good student - a few A’s, mostly B’s, it might prove useful to raise a grade or two by flashing some leg or turning on her alluring smile. Finding her target hadn’t been difficult. After eliminating the two females, and the obviously gay Mr. Campbell, there were only two options. Mr. Hawkins was too old and cranky which only left George Daniels, her American history teacher. He was in his mid-thirties, unmarried, and not at all unattractive, for a teacher.

Meghan had practiced her seductive techniques as a freshman on her algebra teacher, the hapless Mr. Yates. He had been almost too easy to corrupt, nearly begging for glimpses of her panty-protected crotch by the end of the school year. She was hoping that Mr. Daniels would provide more of a challenge.

Unlike most of the girls in school, Meghan preferred skirts and blouses to the jeans-and-tshirts look that was so popular. She pushed the limit of the ‘no more than two inches above the knee’ rule with her miniskirts because she knew that her legs and juicy butt were her best features. Once she decided to focus on Mr. Daniels, she talked one of her friends into switching seats with her, so she could be in the front row of his class, where she could more easily catch his attention. Just before her sixth-period class, she would duck into the girl’s restroom to pull her skirt a little higher, for George’s benefit.

George Daniels turned his attention to one special student each semester to provide material for his forbidden fantasies. Maybe it was karma, or just plain luck, but this semester it was the cute ginger with the pale skin and sprinkle of freckles in his sixth-period class who had caught his attention. When he noticed that Meghan had moved to the front row of his class, he didn’t say anything. If it turned out that she was one of those girls who got her kicks from flirting with a teacher, he was not about to deny her the opportunity. He was an experienced letch, careful to keep his hands off his students, but letting himself indulge in uninhibited daydreams about his favorites. Meghan was the current star of his demented fantasies. What he didn’t know was that the fifteen-year-old charmer with the long, bright red hair and enticing smile was interested in more than just innocent flirtation. George was a puddle of gasoline about to meet the open flame of Meghan’s budding sexuality.

A few days into her campaign, Meghan still wasn’t sure she had his attention. During a test, when everyone had their heads down, concentrating on their answers, she looked up and saw him staring at her legs. To make sure, she uncrossed her legs, slid forward in her seat a few inches, and pulled the hem of her skirt up further before recrossing her legs. She smiled when she saw his eyes widen in surprise as he caught a glimpse of her pink panties. George glanced up and they made eye contact. Then it was Meghan’s turn to be surprised. Instead of diverting his gaze and being embarrassed at being caught, he merely returned her smile.

Over the next few days, nothing further happened. Mr. Daniels seemed to be ignoring her. She wondered if she might have scared him away with her blatant display. What she didn’t know was that George was still quite interested, he was just waiting for the right time to make his move. At the end of class one day, as everyone was leaving, he stopped her. “Miss Shannon, may I have a moment of your time?”

She stepped up to his desk, backpack slung casually over her shoulder. “Okay sir, but I do have to catch my bus.”

“This won’t take long. Each semester, I offer one of my students the opportunity to help me after school. Since you are doing so well in my class, I thought you might like the ... position.”

She thought she detected a glint in his eye as he paused over that last word. Had he done that on purpose? and she knew she was just barely making a ‘B’ in his class, she hardly thought of herself as ‘doing well’. “I’d like to help you, sir, but I have to catch my bus.”

“Where do you live?”

“Ashbrook Arms,” she told him.

“That’s on my way home.” he told her. “I could take you, if your parents don’t mind.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she said with a smile, “as long as I’m home by five-thirty, they don’t care.”

“Okay then,” he said, returning her smile, “plan on sticking around for an hour or so tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. As she headed for the door, she gave her hips more of a wiggle than usual, knowing that her nice round tush would cause her short skirt to wave seductively. It was a move that she had practiced in her room, in front of the mirror on her closet door. She was already thinking about the next day, curious to find out how far she could lead her history teacher before he chickened out. Would he beg to see her panties, or maybe even offer her money to touch pussy, as Mr. Yates had done last year?

George was thinking about the next afternoon also. He decided it was time to teach the young lady a lesson, even if it meant breaking some of his rules. He had never had a student who fascinated him as much as Meghan, but he was determined not to be led around like a dog on a leash by his teenage temptress.

Neither one slept well that night.

At the end of school the next day Meghan went to her locker, put the books she needed for her homework that night in her backpack, and went to Mr. Daniel’s room. It was conveniently located at the end of the building, on the second floor, which meant they would be alone. Her heart began beating faster as she neared the doorway. She was excited about playing with her new toy. Turning grown men into quivering objects of desire, torn between their lust and their conscience was becoming a new hobby for her.

At the same time, George’s fingers were tapping nervously on his desk. When Meghan came in he said, “Ah, Miss Shannon, please come in, and close the door behind you.”

She smiled, thinking that his desire for privacy was a good sign. She put her backpack on one of the student desks, and waited to see what he would say or do. Somewhat to her surprise, he had an actual task for her. Maybe she had misread his intent, and this really was just about her helping him.

He walked over to a bookcase at the back of the room, where he kept a large selection of books for his student’s use.

“They’re a mess, I know,” he said. “I want you to rearrange them. Pre-revolutionary through 1789 on the top shelf, by author, then 1800’s... “ he continued, before Meghan cut him off.

“I know your system, sir. I’ve got this.”

She quickly began working through the books, aware that he was watching her. When she got to the bottom shelf, almost at floor level, instead of kneeling or sitting she bent over. Her short skirt gave her horny teacher a nice view of the back of her pale, white thighs. When she finished she turned around, pleased to see that he was indeed staring at her, and smiling. When he got up from his desk, she saw him awkwardly trying to hide the state of his excitement. He’s totally under my control, Meghan thought, but their roles were about to be reversed.

“Good job, Meghan,” George complimented. “Now I have one more job for you today. It’s an easy one.” He went over to a table where he had stacks of papers arranged in neat rows. “All you have to do is take one sheet from each stack, going from left to right, then staple them together.”

“No prob,” she said, giving her victim a big smile. She stood next to him, letting her hips brush against him as she began collating. He stepped back, and Meghan thought he had gone back to his desk. Instead, he was standing behind her. From that point of view, he could keep an eye on her cute bottom, swaying under her skirt as she moved back and forth. A few moments of that visual temptation, combined with the aroma of her very grown-up perfume, was all it took to push him over the edge. The battle was over, and Meghan was soon to learn that she was not the victor.

“Miss Shannon,” she heard him say, his voice sounding much more serious than before, “you do know that you have been quite naughty in my class, don’t you?”

Meghan stopped working and turned to him, still feeling confident and in control. “Why no, sir. What do you mean?” She gave him her most innocent grin.

“Come on, young lady, do you think that showing your underwear to me in an attempt to seduce or entrap me is proper behavior?”

“I didn’t think you would mind,” she purred. She was so confident now that she reached out and ran her hand lightly over his arm, as if inviting more intimate contact, and that is what she got, just not the kind she was expecting.

George gently pushed her hand away, but there was nothing gentle in his tone now. “Miss Shannon, I didn’t really ask you here because I needed your help. I think you should be punished, and I need some privacy to do what I have in mind.”

Meghan’s eyes widened as she realized that she had grabbed a tiger by the tail, and the big cat had turned on her. “What do you mean, sir?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper now.

“When I was your age, “George explained, “teachers were allowed to use corporal punishment.”

Her eyes widened even further. “You mean they ... executed students?” she squeaked.

“No, sweetheart, that’s capital punishment. Pay more attention in English class. What I’m talking about is spanking. Have you ever been spanked, Meghan?”

“Not since I was maybe five or six. I think my grandpa believed in that corporal thing you’re talking about.”

“Well then, I would say you are long overdue. Maybe that explains your insolence. Now, turn around and bend over the table.”

“What! You can’t... “.

“We’ll see what I can do,” he growled. He grabbed her shoulder and spun his now uncooperative student around. “Come now, Miss Shannon, let’s just get this over with.”

Meghan relaxed a little. After all, it was just a spanking. How bad could it be? She wondered if the whole thing was just an excuse for him to touch her butt. She bent over, feeling a bit silly, but excited at the same time. She almost giggled when she felt him lifting her skirt. He was more of a creep than she had thought. Her confidence waned a bit when he yanked her panties down. This was getting serious. “Mr. Daniels, what are you...?”

“Now, now, young lady, you must know that a proper spanking must be applied to bare skin.” As if to prove his point, he delivered a resounding slap to her right butt cheek. So round, so firm, so white - her teen ass was just too tempting to resist. He turned his attention to her still pale left mound. His open palm descended, landing with a sound that could have been heard up and down the deserted hallway. That one stung his hand, and definitely made his student react.

“Ow–w-w,” she wailed, instinctively reaching behind herself to protect her tender nether region.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” George snarled. “Now, move your hands. I was going to give you ten swats, but each time you stop me I’m going to start over. Lean way over and grab the far side of the table. That should help keep your hands out of the way.”

Meghan, resigned to her fate now, gripped the table as instructed, and gritted her teeth. Now she just wanted the whole painful, embarrassing event to be over.

George was focused on her round, slightly reddened rump, as he counted each blow aloud, along with a lecture. “One ... remember why you are here. Two ... did you think you could get away with tempting me with a little leg show? Three ... have you tried this with other teachers? Four ... you should be thankful, in my day teachers used real paddles.”