by Katie Bradford
Anna Benson had taught third grade for three years and never once had she been called down to the Principal's office - at least not because she was in trouble! Today however, she had received a note in her box from Mr. Stalks asking that she be in his office at four thirty sharp.
All day she had worried about the summons but had been too embarrassed to say anything to any of her colleagues, as she wasn't sure why she was being called in. It was better to say nothing until it was all over.
At the appointed time, Anna walked into the office and noticed it looked deserted except for a light in Mr. Stalks' office. So gathering every nerve she had left after a day with nine-year-olds, she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Stepping into his office, she saw him sitting behind his desk writing something on his computer. "Mr. Stalks, you wanted to see me?" Anna asked, strangely nervous.
"Miss Benson." He nodded as he looked at the clock overhead. "Right on time. Good virtue to have, young lady. Close the door please and have a seat."
Anna did as she was asked although she'd rather have left the door open. She didn't know Mr. Stalks very well even though she'd worked for the man for several years now. But he was her boss and she felt she needed to do as he asked.
With the door securely closed, Anna walked over to the seat in front of Mr. Stalk's desk and sat down. Folding her hands in her lap she looked up at Mr. Stalks and waited for him to acknowledge the reason as to why she was there.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Stalks clasped his hands as he leaned slightly forward across his desk. "It's late so I won't beat about the bush. I'm sure you're ready to get home just as I am."
"Yes Sir," Anna replied almost breaking out in a sweat. It was beginning to sound extremely serious.
"For the past month I've had several unhappy parents from your classroom come in to tell me you have not been keeping up with grading, in your class. And when they come to talk to you about it... well... you blow them off."
Anna's face flushed a bright red. She was a procrastinator that was for sure. She was behind on grading papers and that meant her grades weren't on the computer for parents to check. Her third grade team had declared new grades would be added every three weeks. Ha! She was lucky if she got them on before progress report time.
"I guess I'm a little behind on getting papers graded, Mr. Stalks. I can assure you though that I don't blow parents off when they come to talk with me," Anna replied trying to defend her honor.
"Grade speed is very important to keep up with, Miss Benson. Our district has assured parents that they will be able to check on their child's status at all times and if you don't have their grades updated, how can they?"
"Yes Sir." Anna nodded, embarrassed. "I'll update grades tonight and make sure I get the rest of them in by the end of the week."
"I'll be checking," he assured her. "You'll also need to call the parents I visited with and let them know you'll be updating grades soon." He hesitated as he searched for the right words to say before continuing, "I know you are young Miss Benson and have had little experience dealing with parents as yet, but you need to learn a little tact my dear."
Anna never thought she had any trouble talking with her parents. Well, maybe she needed to rethink that. She thought of Bobby Denton's parents - now she knew why Bobby was the way he was. Apples don't fall far from the tree as the old adage says. Bobby's parents had come in last week practically screaming their heads off. Of course she hadn't been very kind back - who would? And Heather Vanderbilt's mother was a bit of a jerk too, but none of her other parents had given her any trouble over grades or anything else. She'd actually had some pretty nice conversations with several of them.
"I'll do better Sir." She smiled weakly.
"Well..." he hesitated again, "I'm afraid this isn't just a visit Miss Benson. For months now I've been getting reports on your performance slipping a little. You might say the parent coming in to my office yesterday was the last straw."
"What do you mean?" Anna asked nervously. "Are you firing me, Mr. Stalks?"
"Oh my, no my dear," he chuckled. "You're not fired, you're just going to be disciplined."
Anna's eyes grew wide. "What do you mean?"
"Well, what happens to children when they are sent to my office with a referral, Miss Benson?"
Thinking through her words carefully, Anna replied, "They are usually put in ISS or paddled I suppose."
"Exactly. Now would it be very practical to put you in ISS? You'd have to make lesson plans for a substitute and you'd be docked a days pay if you were."
Not liking where the conversation was going, Anna shook her head. "No Sir, but I'm too old for spankings too."
"Are you?"
Anna nodded her head vigorously. "Yes Sir I am. I haven't been spanked since I was a kid!"
"Hmph..." Mr. Stalks replied smugly, "I took it upon myself to call your father this morning and we had a very interesting talk, young lady. Would you like to rethink your last statement?"
"You called my father?" Anna asked incredulously.
"Yes ma'am. Seems even at twenty four your daddy still finds the need to take you across his knee."
Anna's face drained of all color. That was something she was extremely embarrassed about. She'd never told anyone, not even her closet friends her father still spanked her. In fact she had just endured one of his long bare bottom spankings this past weekend, when he saw she was behind in paying her bills.
"But, you can't really mean you're going to spank me Sir. Are you?"
"Yes Miss Benson, I am. You father and I both feel that maybe this will help you be a little more responsible."
"I'll do better Mr. Stalks I promise I will. This is really not necessary I assure you," Anna begged as she sat wringing her hands.
Ignoring her pleas, Mr. Benson leaned over in his chair, opened the bottom drawer of his desk and removed a fairly large looking paddle and placed it on top. Standing up, he walked around to where Anna was still sitting. "Stand up Miss Benson and bend over my desk please."
"Mr. Stalks, please!" she said she stood up.
"Now please," he repeated while reaching over to pick up the paddle.
Wanting to bolt but knowing she'd most likely be fired if she did, Anna pressed her boobs and stomach across her principal's desk, trying not to knock anything over. At least, Anna thought with relief, the spanking would be over her skirt. She felt fairly certain Mr. Stalks would not spank her on the bare like her father did.
Mr. Stalks placed the paddle on the center of Miss Benson's tight little skirt. He'd always admired the way she dressed. Like most new teachers, she was always dressed to the hilt. Short skirts, tapered tops and high heels that made her legs rather shapely. She was definitely a pleasant sight to behold each day over some of the other old frumps still teaching. This wasn't such a bad sight either, he mused taking note how her derriere was nicely spread while she lay bent across his desk.
"Now young lady," Mr. Stalks began feeling slightly aroused, "I can assure you that my office is sound proof so if you feel the need to cry, you can."
"You're not going to spank that hard are you Sir?"
"Of course I am." He tittered. "You're being punished young lady and I might add, you're twenty four, not nine and you should know better." With that Mr. Stalks raised the paddle and brought it down with a loud pop across the center of her bottom.
"OW OW OW!!" Anna cried out as she raised herself up from the desk and grabbed her bottom.
"Oh dear me this will never do Miss Benson. Your father warned me you were a squirmer. Let's try this a different way shall we? Take your skirt off and lay it on my desk. I think I'll put you across my knee. I can control you better that way."
Anna was horrified. "Take my skirt off?!"
"Panties too," he added, not batting an eye.
"Sir!"
"Would you like for me to call your father, Miss Benson? He seemed very insistent that I call him if you gave me any problems this afternoon."
"No Sir," Anna whimpered as she wiggled out of her skirt and panties not realizing sweat was beginning to form on Mr. Stalks' neck as he watched the strip act. She laid both pieces of clothing on the desk and did her best to cover her frontal nudity with her hands. However, it didn't look like he cared very much about that part of her anatomy.
Mr. Stalks sat in the chair previously occupied by Anna and pulled her gently across his lap. He was definitely getting a hard-on as he took in Miss Benson's voluptuous bottom. It was full and round, definitely very spankable. He could just imagine the wiggling and jiggling he was about to see as he used the paddle on these two luscious mounds.
Swallowing hard and praying Miss Benson was oblivious to the excitement he was feeling, Mr. Stalks lifted the paddle and brought it down with a loud pop across the center of both cheeks causing a small ripple to cascade through her bottom.
Anna jumped slightly from the impact but was wise enough not to move. She had a feeling Mr. Stalks might come up with a worse position for her if she didn't cooperate. She'd hardly had time to recover from the first smack before he delivered the second one practically on top of the first. He really put a wallop in his licks too. She wondered if he spanked the school kids that hard or if he had just reserved these swats for her.
The next several swats were given slowly and were alternated between cheeks. Mr. Stalks was practically salivating as he watched her bottom jiggling after each smack. He couldn't believe his good fortune when Miss Benson's father suggested he paddle her after work that day. He'd made the comment that she was spanked quite often at home and needed constant reminders to behave herself now that she was out on her own. Mr. Stalks was more than willing to oblige.
Anna, on the other hand, was feeling very uncomfortable lying across her bosses lap. It was very apparent to her that he was enjoying what he was doing because his manhood was bulging noticeably. He was a fairly attractive man but a married one and she prayed he wasn't getting any ideas while she was draped across his lap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh please Mr. Stalks! I'll get my grades done tonight!!" Anna squealed, grabbing the chair leg for support.
Mr. Stalks ignored the pleas of the young teacher as the paddle continued rising and falling across her cute little ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Just like she did when she was across her father's knee, Anna started squirming and her legs began kicking but it didn't seem to slow the paddle any. Mr. Stalks had fallen into a definite rhythm of smacking one cheek and the other followed by one straight down the center of her crack. Her bottom was beginning to burn.
"Please Sir!!"
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