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>Well when I was a little girl, my first crush was my >Daddy and he spanked me for the first time when I was >six, I was heartbroken. > >Other than that, I had a serious crush on my teacher >Mr. B. when I was in Sixth grade. He was movie star >handsome with Black hair and beautiful brown eyes and >a smile that could brighten up the darkest room. He >was tall, than and kept himself in good shape. He was >literally the perfect man. All the girls loved him. >Especially me and I was the "teacher's pet". I dreamed >about us getting married and having a house full of >babies. > >I had to stay after school one day to take a make up >test. I was too busy daydreaming and messed up, so >instead of flunking me, he let me stay after school >and retake the test. When I was taking the test when >someone knocked at the door. She was tall blonde and >an absolute knock out. She talked with him while I was >taking my test and they hugged. I got so mad I was >ready to fight her right then. How dare she hug MY >MAN? He introduced me to her, It turned out she was >his fiancee. I was heartbroken. How could he be >engaged to her instead of waiting for me? > >I have to admit, I was a real brat towards him over >the next week. I wouldn't talk to him or even look at >him. If he said, something to me I'd either totally >ignore or would get really snippy with him. Then one >day, I'd smarted off to him in class and he said, >"Sonya G..... I want to see you after school." I was >angry to have been called out like that and figured I >was about to get my butt paddled good. By the now >former "love of my life" and sulked at my desk for the >rest of the day. > >At the end of the day while the other were leaving. I >sat, still sulking. After the other students were >gone, he closed the door. Then walked over to me. He >didn't get his paddle out of his desk or anything, he >just pulled up a chair and sat beside my desk. He >didn't look angry, he looked hurt but tried to smile. >He asked me. "What was wrong" and I didn't want to >answer him. I was afraid if I told him, he would get >angry with me or even worse, think I was just being a >stupid little girl and laugh at me. He said, "For the >last week you have been hateful, rude and snippy with >me. I want to know what's going on." I finally >muttered, "Are you going to spank me?" He said, "Not >if I don't have to. Now please tell me what's wrong? >Why are you so mad at me and what can I do to fix >this?" At that point, it had built up to the point >where I couldn't hold back any more and I practically >yelled, "I love you!" then I put my head in my arms on >the desk and started sobbing. He put his hand on my >shoulder and said, "Sonya... Look at me... Please." I >looked up wiping the tears from my eyes expecting him >to be angry, but instead he was smiling at me. He told >me, "That's really sweet. But you are almost twelve >years old and I'm a LOT older than that, and the woman >you saw, Angela, is the love of my life, I love her >with all my heart and soul." As he explained it to me, >Instead of anger, I began to feel really foolish >because of the way I was acting and started to cry all >over again. He was really patient with me and we >talked for quite a while. He got me some tissues and >sat back down to talk some more. He told me that I'm >probably his favorite student and he really looks >forward to seeing me in class every day and it really >hurt him the way I've acted towards him for the last >week. I apologized to him over and over, promising him >I wouldn't act like that anymore. He patted me on the >hand and said, he believes me and then said, "I'll >tell you what, how about we just let all this go and >pretend the last week never happened. We'll just start >over again." I wiped my eyes and returned his smile. >Then I asked, "Are you going to paddle me Mr. B....?" >he looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you think you >deserve it?" I swallowed hard nodded and said, >"yes..sir." He squeezed my hand and said, "Ok let's >go." > >He walked up to his desk with his chair with me behind >him. He put his chair back behind his desk and opened >the drawer taking out his paddle. My knees were a >little shaky and I was nervous but I walked to the >side of his desk and leaned over with my hands on the >desk without being told. Then braced myself. He >asked, "Are you ready?" and I closed my eyes and >nodded. He tapped the paddle on the seat of my jeans >once and then drew it back. I braced myself for a >really hard paddling but then there was just a little >tap on my butt followed by a second one. Then he put >the paddle back in the desk and said, "I think that'll >do." I was puzzled. I was all prepared for a real >spanking, and all he did was tap me on the bottom. I >looked up at him puzzled and she smiled at me and >asked if I was ok. I just hugged him tight. We talked >for a minute more and he asked, "Will I see the old >Sonya back in class tomorrow. I smiled back and hugged >him again saying yes." He said, "Good, I'm looking >forward to it." Then he looked out the window and >said, "It's raining pretty hard, how about I give you >a ride home?" I agreed. So we drove to my house. He >came in with me to talk to Momma. She was a bit >puzzled as to what was going on and I figured I was >probably in trouble with her because I "got in trouble >at school" She asked me to go to my room while they >talked. So I told him thank you for the ride and I'd >see him at School. Then went to my room. > >After he left, Momma came in to talk to me. I fully >expected her to give me a spanking, but instead she >just sat on the bed and talked with me. Told me about >a crush she had on a teacher when she was in eighth >grade which unfortunately got her paddled by the >teacher and a switching from Granny at home. Then told >me crushes are ok, but you have to keep them in their >proper perspective and not let them get in the way of >the things that are really important. > >My daughter had Mr. B for a teacher last year and she >had a crush on him too. Not as bad as mine though.

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