Chapter 1: The Students

Annie Walker noticed right away that her husband Frank had a little extra twinkle in his eye when he came downstairs for breakfast. "My," she said, "even for a morning person, you seem very happy today."

"Well, it is Friday," Frank said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You know, TGI and all that."

"Hmm," Annie mused, "even so, today must be something special. You planning on banging your assistant today?" she teased.

"Mrs. Gilcrest?" Frank shuddered at the thought of having sex with the slightly obese, stringy-haired, fifty-something Florence Gilcrest, the self-appointed queen of the front office at Park Lane Academy For Girls. "Oh please hon, if I'm going to cheat on you I think I can do better than some frustrated divorcee. No, if you must know, I'm excited because it's a spanking day."

"My, you haven't had one of those in awhile."

"Yeah. Since we started administering punishments in front of the whole student body the students have been behaving a lot better. I think adding the embarrassment factor to the pain did the trick. Thanks for the idea, by the way."

"No prob," Annie replied. "Like I told you, my dad only spanked me three times when I was growing up, but the one time I really remember was when he put me over his knee at Thanksgiving dinner, right in front of our whole family. My pride hurt a lot worse than my butt."

"I still can't believe your sweet old father did that. You must have been extra bratty that day."

"I could be a real pain when I didn't get my way," Annie admitted.

"Kind of like in the bedroom?" Frank teased.

Annie replied with a quick finger, and a question. "So, how many behinds do you get to warm today?"

"Oh, just four."

"Four? Sounds like a lot to me. Sure you can handle it?"

"I'll pace myself," Frank said with a wink. "And if I get tired I can always turn it over to Mrs. Gilcrest. She'd love it."

"Florence?"

"Oh yeah, she likes spanking days almost as much as I do. But she's getting frustrated with just watching. She keeps bugging me to let her do a little bun warming herself."

"Didn't see that coming," Annie said. "So, your administrative aide is a little ... kinky. Is that why you hired her?"

"Nope, that never came up during the interview. I don't think her interest in that is all that unusual anyway. We both know there are a lot of people who enjoy giving a good paddling."

Annie stood on tiptoe and gave Frank a quick peck on the lips. "Yes I do, and I know you are one of them. Just make sure your enjoyment doesn't become too obvious, dear. I don't think erecting a tent pole in front of a couple hundred teenage girls is a good thing for a headmaster to do."

"Come on, Annie. You know I have better self control than that."

"M-m-m, I hope so. Are you sure you don't want me to give you a quick hand job to take the edge off?"

"Wish I could say yes, sweetie, but I don't think I have time this morning."

During his time as a teacher and administrator Frank had successfully learned to hide his quirky desires. For several years he had even hid the true reasons why he enjoyed teaching so much from Annie. A late-night confession during a second honeymoon vacation had ended that. Frank feared that disclosing his unusual interest might even spoil their marriage, but to his surprise Annie wasn't shocked at all. "I've known for a long time," she had told him as they lay cuddled together in the $200-a-night room they had splurged on. "You like young girls, and especially like their little behinds. I've just been waiting for you to let me in on your secret. Feel better now?"

And he had, confession truly was good for his soul. It also opened up a new avenue of sexual exploration for Annie and Frank to explore together. After that, some nights she began dressing more like one of his students than the successful real estate agent she was in real life. That allowed Frank to act out many of the fantasies that blossomed in his imagination during the day as he surreptitiously devoured his young students with his gaze, and kept him from doing something stupid.

"What else is on your agenda?" Annie asked.

"A boring budget meeting this morning," he said, "then after school I have a discipline issue I have to deal with concerning one of my teachers."

"Anybody I know?"

"Jennifer Castle. She's one of our new teachers, don't think you've met her."

"I recognize the name. Isn't she that math teacher that the girls really like?"

"Yeah."

"What in the world did she do?"

"I was walking through the halls yesterday, just checking on how things were going in the classrooms. I passed her room and saw her students taking a test. She was using her laptop, but I knew she wasn't working, because she had this big grin on her face, and... , " Frank paused.

"Yes?" Annie prompted, "don't stop now."

"Well, she had her chair pulled up as close to her desk as she could, almost like she was trying to hide something from her students ... and I'm pretty sure she was playing with herself."

"No way!" Annie exclaimed. "What did you do? Did she see you?"

"No," Frank said, "to tell the truth I was a little embarrassed and afraid to make a scene right then in front of her class. So I went back to my office and called our IT guy. I asked if he could tell what she had been doing on her laptop. A few minutes later he called back and said she had been texting, apparently with her boyfriend since she's not married, and the language was very, uh, unteacherlike."

"So what are you going to do."

"Read her the riot act, I guess. Remind her that we monitor all online activity, and that sexting, or whatever the kids call it now, is not appropriate for a teacher, especially at school. I'll probably put her on probation and maybe dock her a few days pay."

"You're not gonna spank her?" Annie teased.

Frank knew his wife was joking, but the sudden image of the slim young teacher, with the fetchingly long golden hair bent over his desk started to stir the kind of reaction Annie had just warned him about. "Don't think so," Frank said with a grin. Wanting to change to subject, Frank asked, "So, what's up for you today?"

Annie smiled. "I told you, we're closing on the Freeman house today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Nice commission there, right?"

"Best I've had in months. And I may be close to another sale in the same neighborhood. Things are looking up."

"Great," Frank told her, "I was afraid you might have to start a new career as an escort to support me in the manner to which I am accustomed."

"Very funny, wiseguy," Annie snarled, giving Frank a hard slap on the buttocks. "So, I expect a full blow-by-blow description tonight."

"Of course, dear." It had been quite another surprise for Frank when he discovered that his wife enjoyed hearing about the spankings that he administered. She had even asked once if she could come to his school to observe, but they both agreed that that would be just a little too weird.

Frank smiled with a mixture of pride and anticipation as he drove onto the Park Lane Academy campus. It was a small private girls' high school, which originally had been established as a last-chance haven for girls who had either flunked out or been kicked out of other schools. Under Frank's leadership, the school was transforming into a more traditional private high school, with more attention being paid to academic excellence. Even though things were improving, there were still quite a few of tough cases in the student body, which is why Frank had been so adamant about maintaining strict rules of behavior, with appropriate punishment for infractions. Every girl enrolled at Park Lane, as well as their parents, fully understood that the school faculty and administration had the authority to inflict corporal punishment when needed. His approach had been called outdated, abusive, and inappropriate when he had first outlined his plan to begin spanking students, but the improvement in the overall atmosphere at the school, as well as greatly improved academic results had quieted most of the doubters.

The first time Frank had announced a "Spanking Day", with punishments administered in front of everyone, it had surprised and shocked many of the students, and even some of the faculty members. It reemphasized to everyone that when he said the rules were going to be enforced, he meant it. Over the next few months, as more girls suffered the indignity of having their bottoms paddled in front of their friends, there were fewer and fewer infractions. Today would be the first time he was going to have to impose such public discipline in several weeks.

He parked in his reserved spot, and walked slowly toward the administrative offices. He exchanged greetings with some of the students, but unlike other days, on this special day many avoided his glance, even though they had nothing to fear from the activities to come later. Just the fact that today the usually friendly and helpful Mr. Walker was going to be "The Executioner" made many of the girls nervous to be around him. Frank hated that nickname, but knew there was no way he could just ban it. That would make it even more popular.

When he got to his office, the ever efficient Mrs Gilcrest was waiting for him, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in one hand, and a summary of the budget proposals in the other. He had to admit that, except for her more and more blatant flirting, she was an outstanding assistant.

"Good morning, Mr. W," she said with a smile.

"Good morning Florence. Everything set for the assembly?"

"Of course," she replied. "I arranged the auditorium myself this morning. Came in early to do it."

"You are amazing, Florence. I don't know what I would do without you." Frank rewarded her efforts with a quick wink, knowing he would probably regret that familiarity later.

The budget meeting went better than he had expected – enrollments were up, and that combined with a slight tuition increase imposed by the board earlier in the year, made it easy for Frank to get almost all the projects and proposals he put forward approved. It even ended fifteen minutes early, which gave him time to go back to his office and think about what was to come next.

He took the time to review once more the folder Mrs. Gilcrest had prepared. Since it was a small school, he knew all of the students to be punished. One-by-one he mentally rehearsed what he would say, and how he would perform his duty. He also tried to anticipate how each student would look and react when her bottom was being warmed, but quickly abandoned that when he felt his manhood beginning to rise. He regretted turning down Annie's offer of a quick handjob before he left home. I could call Florence in and ask for her help, he mused. The very thought made him chuckle.

At nine-twenty his assistant reminded him of the time, and they both made their way to the school auditorium. The bell ending second period had must rang, and the hall was filled with chatting, noisy girls. Most still avoiding looking at him. Frank liked to think that he was respected and liked by most of his students, but a headmaster can't always be a nice guy, he reminded himself.

When all all the students had taken their seats, Kaitlin Edwards, the student body president, led the students in the Pledge of Allegiance, and Sarah Kimbrell sang the national anthem. When the formalities were over, Frank stepped up to the podium at the front of the small stage. He let his eyes wander over the assembled audience. The faculty members were seated in the back, then seniors, juniors, etc. This seating arrangement wasn't dictated or written down anywhere, but had been a tradition at Park Lane since before Frank had arrived. The only exception to the seating by class order were the five chairs arranged by themselves, just below the stage, where the miscreants awaited their fate.

Frank cleared his throat and began the same brief speech about rules and responsibilities and being a good citizen that he always made on Spanking Day. As he finished, he noted that the five girls in front of him all had their heads down, their humiliation in front of their peers already beginning. One girl, the youngest, a ninth-grader, was even crying a little. "And so," he concluded, "we come to the unpleasant part of our activities this morning." He checked the notes that Florence had prepared for him one more time, and called out the first name. "Melissa Howell, please come up."

Melissa, the freshman, was a short bespectacled girl with curly red hair. Frank knew that some of the other girls liked to tease her by calling her Raggedy Ann, and he had to admit that she did kind of resemble that old doll. She was almost too cute to punish - almost but not quite. Rules are rules, he reminded himself. She made her way up the stairs and onto the stage, looking very much like someone approaching the guillotine.

Mrs. Gilcrest motioned for the frightened youngster to take her place at the converted desk that was known around the school as the "whipping stand". There was no real whipping involved in Frank's disciplining, but the name had stuck, as had his unfortunate nickname.

He read off the infraction that had earned Melissa her unenviable role in that morning's proceedings. "Melissa Howell, you are here today because you were found smoking in the bathroom last week. Is that true?"

"Yes sir," the girl said, her voice almost a whisper.

"And you do know that smoking, by anyone, anywhere on campus, is not allowed, do you?" This time all she could manage was a nod of her head, which made the mop-like tangle of ginger curls on her head shake like seaweed moved by the tide. "Then you accept without complaint or resistance the punishment you are about to receive? Speak up, young lady, your classmates deserve to hear you."

"Yes sir," she said, a little louder this time.

"Mrs. Gilcrest, if you will," Frank said.

Florence positioned the girl at the end of the desk. Because the girls in the school varied so much in size, the height of the desktop was adjustable. Florence lowered it a couple inches to match Melissa's height. "Bend over dear, and just relax," she whispered to her, "it'll be over before you know it."