Mary took a deep breath and counted, trying not to lose her cool. Jonah, a sophomore, was up to his usual disruptive behavior. She could hear the words of her mentor, Eleanor, ‘Don’t let them get to you and don’t let them get away with unacceptable behavior. You have the authority and right to handle discipline in your classroom and I expect you to step up to the challenge. Eleanor had said these statements in between volleys of swats to Mary’s bare bottom as Mary lay across her mentor’s lap. It was now Mary’s turn to apply those ideas and unequivocally establish who was boss in her classroom.

As the class ended the students rose to leave and Mary called out, “Jonah, I need to see me in my office at four this afternoon.” The entire class uttered an unprompted ‘oooooooh’ in unison.

The had no idea what tactics this teacher might reveal in an after-class meeting but for most other instructors, such a decree meant the student was in for a scolding followed by some manner of corporal punishment.

Just before four, Mary opened a drawer in her file cabinet and withdrew her brand-new paddle. Eleanor’s friend, Marcus, had made it for her. It was sixteen inches long and three inches wide, made from half-inch oak stock with a pattern of holes bored into the contact zone. This would be its maiden voyage - at least with Mary swinging the implement. At the previous session with Eleanor that had begun with the over-the-knee spanking, Eleanor had given Mary a taste of the paddle - three hard swats on bare fresh-spanked cheeks as Mary was bent over her mentor’s desk.

When Jonah arrived, the paddle was laying on the desk, a not so subtle indication of how the meeting would end. Mary began by scolding the young fellow that his behavior was unacceptable. “I should have been more stern with you when it had begun. However, that is all hindsight and now we have to deal with the present and future. Presently, you’re gonna get a paddling and in the future if I detect even a hint of your disruptive tone, we will repeat today’s action but longer and harder. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jonah replied, very much regretting having assumed that this young female teacher would be too timid to deliver corporal punishment. This was his first time in serious trouble. He’d had a few warnings but he knew from his classmates, that many instructors resorted to the paddle for even fairly minor missteps.

“Stand with your toes against the base of my desk,” Mary instructed. “Lower your pants and underwear, then bend over and grab the opposite edge of the desk. If you break from this position the swat will not count. Am I clear?” Jonah nodded and approached the desk. He bared his bottom and bent over, presenting a perfect target for Mary’s nearly brand-new paddle. She tapped it on his bare cheeks and then gave have him a full swing swat. “Count these!” she ordered.

When he hollered, “Ten,” Jonah’s cheeks were bruised and would likely be sore for days to come. She allowed him to gain his composure and then pull up his pants. She could not help noticing he was aroused from the session even though his face looked closer to tears than titillated. When he left, Mary realized she, too, was quite aroused. She pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. She was so very wet and so very horny. She wondered if her colleague, Tim, another new teacher and mentee of Eleanor’s might be persuaded to come down to her office and give her a quick poke.