“You cheated, Missy Rogers, and I don’t have a choice. I’m going to flunk you.” I watched as Miss Paladin marked a red Failure across my term paper. She underlined it twice and pushed it away in disgust.

I couldn’t believe it. Four years in high school, nothing but top grades, and now this. What would I tell my parents?

“If I fail English, I won’t graduate, Miss Paladin.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you plagiarized another student’s work. You hardly changed a word and now you expect credit. Hah.”

I didn’t know what to do. What would everyone think and what could I tell my parents? I started to cry and felt like such a fool. I could have done the paper myself, but it seemed so much easier to use the one my friend Lucy gave me.

“If there’s nothing else, Missy, I think you should go home and get ready for summer school.”

I started toward the door, resigned to my fate. I’d never been in trouble in all my years of school and now this. “Isn’t there some way I can make up the work, Miss Paladin?”

“You had a chance and blew it. Now get out of here.”

“Isn’t there something ... Maybe extra credit work? I’ll do anything. Please, give me a chance.”

“You don’t mean it, Missy.”

“I do. Please give me another chance. I made a mistake.” I started crying again and this time I almost lost control.

“All right then, stand here by my desk.”

She walked to the chalkboard and picked up her pointer. I knew she wasn’t going to use it to call attention to something she had written on the board.

“You’ve done two things wrong, Missy. You thought you could turn in someone else’s work and get credit for it.

Swish. Crack.

The pointer passed in front of my petrified body. I wanted to run when it crashed down on her desk, but I couldn’t move. My parents never laid a hand on me in my eighteen years.

“The worst part is you thought I was too stupid to catch you.”

“No, no. I wasn’t thinking. I was busy and it seemed like a way to catch up.”

Swish. Crack.

The pointer vibrated as it hit the desk again.

“Quiet. It’s too late for excuses. You need a few swats so you’ll be able to think more clearly. Pull up your skirt so I can get at your ass.”

I was afraid, but decided that a few swats would be better than having to tell my parents I wasn’t graduating from high school. I slowly raised my short skirt up until my white panties were exposed.

“Tuck the skirt into your belt and pull down your panties.”

She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be. “What did you say?”

“You heard what I said. Your swats are going on bare skin. Now get to it.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Just what I thought. You said you’d do anything and of course you really wouldn’t. Well, get out of here. I’ve got better things to do than waste my time with you.”

I froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck coming down a country road. My skirt was still around my waist as pictures of a ruined summer vacation, my disappointed parents, shocked friends, and me, as the laughing stock of Parker High School, flashed through my mind. I didn’t know who the girl was tucking her skirt in her dress. She pulled her panties down as quickly as she could to get it over with and they soon were down around her ankles. Miss Paladin smirked as the white cotton material dropped to the floor. I knew it was me standing there blushing with my ass exposed to my English teacher. I couldn’t believe I’d done it.

“Much better. Now put your hands on my desk and don’t bend your knees.”

I was bent over and my ass was sticking out for all to see. I felt like a fool with my skirt around my waist and hoped that I wouldn’t trip over my panties now wrapped around my ankles. What if someone came in?

Twack. Twack. Twack.

I cried out with the pain and felt heat coming from the stripes laid across the fat part of my ass.

Twack. Twack. Twack.

She was working her way down my butt. Each blow exploded an inch or two lower than the last. Tears were streaming from my eyes. Nothing like this had ever happened to me.

Twack. Twack. Twack.

I screamed when the pointer lashed out against my upper thighs. I wasn’t ready for the pain.

“Stay where you are until I tell you to move.” I could feel her eyes on my tortured ass and knew she was admiring her work. I felt relieved. It was over with and I’d been able to stand my punishment.

“What a cute ass, Missy. Take off the rest of your clothes and let me see what you look like.”

“You already whipped me. Why do I have to take my clothes off?”

“You’ll take off your clothes because I told you to. Don’t screw things up now, off with the blouse.”

Miss Paladin grinned as the first button came undone. The teacher never took her eyes off me as I undid the next button and the next. I knew I was blushing and could feel my neck get hot as I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and let it slip down my shoulders.

“Just drop your blouse on my desk, Missy. Let’s see. I think I’d like to see the skirt come off next.”

She wanted a strip tease and was going to tell me how to undress. Worst of all, I was doing what she said. My hands went behind my back and I managed to unbutton my skirt. She made me turn around so she could watch me unzip and pull it down over my hips.

“Let the skirt fall to the floor. Now step out of it. Okay, pick it up and don’t bend your knees. I just love your cute ass, girl. It’s so yummy.”

There I was standing in front of my teacher in just a bra and shoes. It was horrible and yet for some reason I was getting turned on. My pussy was wet and I could already smell myself. I hoped she didn’t notice.

It was unhook your bra, push a strap down, now the other one, slip your arms free and let the bra fall on my desk. Bend over and take off a shoe. Now the other one. Take the jewellery off, too. The rest of my clothes were on her desk. I was completely nude and tried to use my arms to cover up.

“Put your hands down, girl. I want to see what you look like. Yes, that’s right. Now turn around. And, come here, right next to me.”

Her hands moved toward me in slow motion. I could only stand there and let her fondle my breasts without making a move. Breasts that already betrayed me with nipples sticking out as if to beg for attention. She made me squirm and then made me moan as her hand touched and squeezed my plum-shaped tits. Somehow she could read my body and knew just what to do. I forgot where I was and who I was with. I just knew I liked what was happening even when I felt her pull my nipple hard enough to make me bend toward her. When I got close, she pressed her face into my other boob. One hand continued to play with my breast while her mouth sucked the nipple of my other tit into her mouth, where she nipped and bit it with her teeth. Her free hand played with my ass and rubbed my smooth legs. She moved closer and closer to my pussy. I spread my legs a little to give her a chance to touch me, but she wouldn’t do it. Near, near, near, but no, no, no.

“You liked it, didn’t you, Missy?” I couldn’t answer. This was all new to me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it to go on. “Now it’s your turn. I want you to play with your tits and masturbate until I say stop.”

As much as I wanted to do myself, I couldn’t, not in front of my teacher. Oh my god, not in front of anyone. I just stood there burning up inside and feeling like a fool.

“Quit wasting my time, Missy. Get started or get out. Make your choice now.”

I waited as long as I could, but I knew I’d do it, and finally, my hands took on lives of their own. I wet the first two fingers of one hand and used them to tease my nipples. I moved my hand over my breasts, massaging them while I tortured first one and then the other nipple with my well-lubricated fingers. I could hear someone moaning, and after a while, realized it was me.

I noticed a hand between my legs. I didn’t realize I’d put it there, but it seemed to know what it was supposed to do. My fingers moved over my swollen pussy lips, tracing the crack from the small tuft of hair that marked the start of my cunt almost to the tiny brown hole at the end of the wet highway between my legs. Back and forth. Back and forth. Sometimes putting a little pressure on the secret place that burned for attention. My thumb massaged my clit as the rigid soldier tried to explode with pleasure. Back and forth. Back and forth. Fast, fast, faster.

It could have been two minutes or it might have been two hours. I didn’t know. When I screamed out my passion, time no longer had a meaning. My orgasm went on forever, but ended much too soon. Animal sounds and woman smells. Wet. Wonderful. I was alone until it ended, and then I saw her looking at me. A lioness looking at a gazelle.

“You do that so nicely, sweetie. Now all you have to do is everything I tell you for the next three weeks, and you’ll have an A in the class, and your sins will be forgotten.”

“Three weeks. You can’t be serious.”

“You’re not free until you get an ‘A’ in my class. It’s three weeks until graduation, and I can turn you in anytime I want. It’s only three weeks, and then you have an ‘A’. You can do it, can’t you?”

“Well, I guess, okay.” I’d done something horrible in front of her and couldn’t think of anything worse, so why not? An ‘A’ sounded good, and I wouldn’t have to explain anything to my parents.

“Fine, just take these instructions and follow them to the letter. Don’t show them to anyone else.”

It cost me all my baby-sitting money to buy the clothes, and I couldn’t put them on. What would people say? A lacy red push-up bra. Tiny matching G-string. Mini-dress that just covered my ass, and high heels. What eighteen-year-old girl wears high heels to school? I could hardly walk in them. I couldn’t wear this stuff to school, so I slipped the clothes into my backpack and took off for school wearing my usual school clothes.