For our sixth scene, Joni suggested that her twelve-year-old self would come home with a note from school.

A few weeks earlier a neighbor had a yard sale and I had left with a few items that were innocent enough yet ideal for my spanking tool collection. One of those was a two-foot-long hardwood ruler. A solid slat of maple, not the flimsy junk now common. I set it on my coffee table where it looked benign but was within easy reach.

Joni arrived after work with a satchel and headed to my spare room to change. A few minutes later she emerged in a classic schoolgirl outfit - white blouse over a short plaid skirt.

She already was wearing her trademark pout when she handed me a handwritten note.

“Dear Mr Jones,

Today I caught Joni copying answers from her classmate during the mid-term history test. As you both know, cheating on an exam is a serious violation of the school honor code. I trust you will handle this appropriately.

Miss Swenson

PS - I will be inspecting Miss Jones derriere in the morning and expect the punishment you deliver fits the crime.”

I smiled at the cleverness of the note and turned to Joni, “So you’ve really gotten yourself into trouble - again.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied meekly.

“I expect you read the note and the post-script?” I asked and then added. “What is it you think she is expecting to see?”

“Yes, sir. She expects to see that I’ve been well spanked,” Joni answered hesitantly.

“Indeed and not just a little red like it might be immediately after a good hand spanking but marked enough to last until tomorrow,” I clarified. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

Joni’s pout deepened but she turned away and bent over as instructed. I lifted the back of the skirt exposing her regulation white panties. I pulled them down to her knees and immediately saw the crotch was already wet.

I picked up the ruler and thought that was the first time Joni saw it and quickly realized it was my tool of choice. There was a sharp intake of breath as I tapped it against her bare bottom and then began to spank. I started with moderate intensity but at a brisk pace and continued like that for just over a minute before pausing.

“Are you getting the message that cheating is unacceptable?” I scolded.

“Yes, sir!” Joni replied. I caressed her very warm cheeks with my left hand and let the ruler wander between her legs, tapping her vulva lightly. It was quite wet when I resumed with twenty strikes to her sit spots. I alternated spanks and teasing for another five minutes or so until I saw that her sit spots were showing color that was sure to last until the next day.

I set the ruler on the table and Joni asked, “Finger me until I cum?” She was already rubbing her clit and I began to finger bang her. Quite soon, her breathing changed, her body tensed and she groaned loudly as tension turned into spasms of climax. “Thank you,” she offered. “Maybe I can reciprocate?”

“That would be lovely,” I admitted. “By the way, I want you to send me a pic of your tush in the morning.”