by Katie Bradford
Ali sat in disbelief at the Nichols' kitchen table trying to figure out how she got herself in this new predicament! Her school books were lying all over the table and sitting next to her was the most tyrannical, authoritative man she had ever met!! He was far worse then any of her teachers and, believe it or not, worse than Officer Burns!
"Come on, Alison ... start writing," Mr. Pullman snapped, tapping her paper with his finger.
"I'm thinking," Ali replied, making sure there was no sassiness mixed in with her response.
She had already been paddled several times by this horrible man for talking back to him. If he even thought she was smarting back, she'd be bent over the table and smacked on her bare bottom!
She was thinking, but not about her English paper which was what she was supposed to be thinking about. Her mind was on last Friday afternoon. Her father had hardly said a word to her in the truck on the way home, but once they were in the house he had promptly sat her down and proceeded to tell her about how she and Katie would both be spending their two days of suspension the following week.
He explained how there would be two administrators from the Brookhaven Academy of Behavior that would be coming to spend those two days with the girls, in their own homes of course. These administrators would ensure that the girls would complete the assigned work given by their teachers for the days missed, even though the assignments wouldn't count. Their main focus, however, was on the student's attitude and obedience.
Ali was floored when her father told her all about the academy. It sounded crazy. How could there possibly be a real place like that?
He also said that unless she straightened up and flew right, she was going to spend her entire Spring Break at the academy. There was no way she would be spending her Spring break at that place! He could forget it.
Once he was through yelling at her, he had sent her to her room where she'd ended up spending the rest of her day. Her mother brought dinner up to her room, glaring at her the way only a mother can, and her father came in to carry the tray away thirty minutes later.
Her weekend was just as bad. She worked from sun up to sun down, doing odd jobs around the house for her parents, and ate and slept.
She'd basically filed everything her father had said about the academy in the back of her mind, thinking it was all just talk to try and scare her. So when Monday came and Mr. Pullman rang the bell at six in the morning, Ali was shocked.
Her mother came and woke her up, telling her Mr. Pullman wanted her downstairs and ready to work in twenty minutes! As soon as the door closed behind her mother, Ali went back to sleep of course. She usually didn't wake up on school days until seven o'clock and she had no intentions of waking any earlier that morning. Who in the heck did he think he was anyway?
Twenty minutes later she regretted her decision to go back to sleep when her bedroom door burst open and an irate man came stomping in! In two strides he had jerked her out of bed and bent her over his knee as he sat down on the edge of her bed, and began smacking her bottom over and over with the palm of his hand.
Of course she had struggled violently trying to get away and when that didn't work she began screaming at the top of her lungs for help. But no one came to her rescue as he continued pummeling her bottom with hard spanks. The only thing her screaming had done was to apparently irritate the man spanking her who immediately pulled down Ali's sleeping shorts and began spanking her on the bare.
Her hand flew back to protect her naked bottom but her hand was quickly intercepted and pushed away.
Finally, after what seemed forever, he stopped and pulled her upright and made her sit on his lap while he talked to her.
"Good morning! My name is Mr. Pullman. But you may call me Sir. I'll be your teacher for the next two days." He began as he watched tears streaming down the cute girl's face. "The only thing I demand of my pupils is total and absolute obedience. As long as you do what I say we'll get along fine. Do you understand me, young lady?"
She couldn't imagine her father allowing this man into their house but on the other hand, he had had Officer Burns come in and do just about the same thing!
She simply nodded her head, and began wiping her eyes free from tears as she tried getting off his lap.
Receiving another slap on her bottom she heard, "I didn't tell you that you could get up, did I?"
Ali shook her head. "No Sir... is what I expect young lady," he snapped as he again slapped her bottom.
"No, you didn't tell me I could get up!" Ali replied, wanting the spanking to stop.
Mr. Pullman sighed with disgust and pulled her back across his lap and once more began smacking one cheek and then the other.
"You better start listening, young lady, or you're going to have the sorest bottom in town. You will refer to me as 'Sir' and only 'Sir'! No nodding your head, or saying yes or no, and you certainly don't have the privilege of calling me Mr. Pullman! Do you understand?" he asked in a growl as he bent down closer to her ear.
Ali was more shocked by the whole situation than hurting. Her bottom was stinging a little but she'd be lying if she said it ached. She'd had a lot worse. However, she wanted this man to get out of her room so she would have said anything at that moment.
"Yes Sir!"
Mr. Pullman seemed to be satisfied with her answer because he helped her off his lap and into a standing position. And then, standing up himself, he looked directly into her face and said, "You will be downstairs in ten minutes dressed and ready to eat. Once you're done eating we will start on your school work. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir!" Ali replied by rote.
Without another word, Mr. Pullman left her room, leaving her to dress.
Ali started crying out of frustration at being in yet another stupid predicament. Two days of following the orders of that maniac was going to do her in, she could just feel it! She was sure he would be impossible.
Slowly, she dressed but kept her eye on the clock. She had no doubt he would do what he claimed and she didn't want another confrontation with him at this point.
She chose a pair of heavy jeans in case she came under fire again, which she felt sure she would, and then picked up the first sweater she came across. She saw no need to put on any make-up or earrings because she wasn't going to see anyone except Mr. Wonderful, and who cared what he thought about her looks.
Ali then headed forlornly down stairs and into the kitchen where she saw everyone sitting around the table eating, including Mr. Pullman!
"Just barely made it, young lady," Mr. Pullman said, looking at the clock on the wall after taking a sip of his coffee.
Ali rolled her eyes and ignored him as well as the rest of her family as she went to the cupboard to take down a bowl for her cereal. But before she could even turn around, Mr. Pullman had come up behind her and took the bowl out of her hand and placed it on the counter. Then without a word he pulled a wooden spoon from the utensil holder and grabbed the top of Ali's arm and walked her over to table. Pushing her against a part of the table where no one was sitting, he promptly began lowering her jeans and panties. And once they both rested just below her bottom, he began popping her bottom relentlessly with the spoon.
It had all happened so fast that Ali hardly had time to react! Humiliated, she didn't dare look over at her parents or sister. She was sure Leanne was loving every second of the show, and would have the news spread all over school by first period.
She'd never been spanked with a spoon before and decided quickly that she didn't like it! Even though it was small, it was still packing quite a wallop.
"You will show respect, young lady, and that does not include rolling your eyes at your betters," Mr. Pullman snapped as he continued popping her bottom with the spoon, making sure there was no area left untouched. He even pulled her cheeks apart and popped the insides.
Oh! Ali thought... did he really just say 'betters'! Who in the heck used that terminology these days? The more she was around this man the more she despised him! Was he going to be doing this all day? Every time she opened her mouth?
Her bottom was beginning to sting a little now. Her legs were restless and her bottom began wiggling, trying to move sideways to avoid the spoon, but he just repositioned her and continued splattering her bottom!
Finally, Ali yelled out, "I'm sorry Sir!"
The spoon kept smacking her bottom as she heard Mr. Pullman ask, "What are you sorry about, young lady?"
"I'm sorry for rolling my eyes at you, Sir?" she replied, still wiggling and on the verge of tears.
The spoon stopped.
"Leave your bottom bare and sit down," Mr. Pullman ordered. Your mother already has a plate on the table for you and you will eat every last bite. Do you understand?"
Rubbing her bottom, Ali bit her bottom lip trying to keep back the tears as she said, "Yes Sir."
As she gingerly sat down in the chair next to Mr. Pullman, because it was the only chair left, Ali could see out of the corner of her eyes that everyone was staring at her. Of course she knew they would be. It's quite a spectacle watching someone getting their butt whipped practically under your nose at the breakfast table first thing in the morning!
And, as she suspected, there was a smile plastered all over her sister's face. She wanted to just reach over there and slap it off but she didn't dare.
She sat picking at her food while the others tried carrying on a conversation around her as if nothing had just happened, which was difficult. Her mother was asking everyone, including Mr. Pullman, what they had on their agenda for that day and then proceeded to tell them of her own. Apparently, she and Mrs. Smith were catering for a big birthday party for some lady turning eighty. However, there was nothing said that Ali particularly cared hearing about as she continued moving her food from one side of the plate to the other.
Eventually, as time dragged on, everyone was getting up and preparing for their days... except Ali and Mr. Pullman. She had started to throw the food on her plate into the trashcan but had been stopped by Mr. Pullman and told to sit down and finish. She had even tried to embroil her mother into the situation but her father had quickly ushered her mother out of the kitchen and given Ali a hard, cold look. She sat looking at the food on her plate while Mr. Pullman stared at her on one side and her sister on the other.
Leanne stayed as long as she could, relishing every minute of her sister's plight.
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