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Date Posted: 05:42:09 10/01/10 Fri
In reply to:
's message, "Re: I Spanked A Student." on 05:35:14 09/27/10 Mon
I should have checked in earlier. For that I apologize, but I will try to give you an update, although I am under a bit of time restriction.
The girl visited me during move in weekend, as did many of my past students. I was delighted to see her even though I wasn't expecting company at the time and was a mess. She is really a special young lady, apart from the obvious. We had a very pleasant reunion although a bit tense at times. She is the one who kept bringing up the subject of how discipline helped her focus on her studies. She also made confessions of her behavior and laziness over the Summer. Actually, I tried to avoid the subject. Of course I had the urge to just pull her across my knees and give her the paddling she certainly had deserved over the Summer, my practicality warned me to just leave the whole incident in the past.
Finally, we were sitting on the couch, she hung her head and, in almost a pleading whisper said
"Ma'am, I would really like to start the semester off right. I know I deserve to be punished for my behavior over the Summer and I need help focusing on school before the semester starts."
Pretty obviously she was asking me for a spanking. There was a tornado in my head, my hands shaking a bit and I had a compulsion to just tear into that cute little bottom but I refrained from my impulse. I told her to take a week to think it over and to visit me the following Saturday and if she still felt that way we would proceed. I made it very clear that she would be seriously disciplined and it would be much harsher than the first time.
I was half hoping that she would reconsider. Of course those several days I was preoccupied with the thought of having that lovely girl over my knees, but very nervous about the whole thing. Saturday came, the semester due to begin in 3 days and right on time was my naughty student.
I had set out a bath brush and a paddle, almost hoping I would not need to use them.
I played it very stern and she was very obedient. We had a long talk about her behavior and expectations. I gave her one last chance to back out, but she was committed. I sat in the middle of the couch, very deliberately yanked her jeans to her ankles, her jeans below her knees and helped her across my lap.
Quite frankly I nearly fainted patting her lovely, chubby white bottom and could not help but run my fingers in her inviting crevice. I wound up like a pitcher and brought a slap down on her right cheek. Judging from her gasp and jerk I think it was a lot sharper than she was expecting. Then her left cheek. Then each thigh which really got some reaction from her. After eight warm up slaps I really lit into her backside with a long series of hard slaps covering her entire bottom and all the way to mid thighs. The poor thing was already crying.
I continued with several series in the manner I described above with rubbing in between each series. I'm certain I kept her over my lap spanking her in this way for at least 15 minutes. She did squirm, kick and throw her hands back and promise to be good. She did plead for it to end but never anything like a demand for her spanking to stop. I figured that if she had certainly had enough she would have made the demand for me to stop, especially during the rubbing periods.
I reached over for the bath brush and lectured her. I gave her an out, but she waited submissively for her paddling. The damage that brush did to her little bottom was frightening. I, of course have been the recipient of such a nasty implement, so I am well aware of the excruciating sting it leaves and the lasting reminder. I may have overdone it. I gave her 50 swats. The poor girl was limp over my lap crying her eyes out. I rubbed her bruised and welted bottom for quite sometime before sitting her in my lap cradling her while she cried.
We had a very nice visit after as she helped me prepare a lovely lunch. Obviously she was having considerable trouble sitting. Before she left I had her bend over the table for five swats with the paddle. This was entirely voluntary. She howled and cried with the first swat. Again I held her in my arms and she thanked me. She whimpered out "I love you, Ms. Alicia." I was at a loss. I just pretended I didn't hear that.
In closing, and I need to make this quick having just checked the clock, she has been a very good girl this semester and a top student. I am very pleased to have her in one of my classes.
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