I sat across from Miss Jones, a student teacher in my department. Her mentor had confided that Miss Jones lacked assertiveness in the classroom and students took advantage of her permissiveness. Today’s class had gotten out of control and I had intervened personally, paddling two of the lead troublemakers in front of the rest of the class.

Now Miss Jones sat nervously across the desk from me. She had undoubtedly heard stories from her colleagues about times they had sat in the same chair and how those meetings came to a rather embarrassing and painful conclusion. We discussed her progress towards being a teacher with her own class and how being kind, empathetic and compassionate were valuable qualities in a teacher but that order and discipline in the classroom were critical, too.

“I believe I need to emphasize my point for you to truly appreciate the message,” I stated flatly.

“I’m really sorry, sir,” she answer, well-aware of what I was inferring. “Please, give me another chance.”

“You definitely will get another chance - as many as you need. I see great potential in you,” I replied. “But this next chance - and any in the future - will all occur while your bottom is rosy and sore from a session with my paddle. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Then stand up and face my desk,” I ordered. I moved her chair away to give myself ample room to swing the paddle I had made in my shop at home. I extracted the implement from my credenza and heard her gasp at the thought it was going to be applied with vigor against her bottom. “Slack and panties down,” I commanded and she complied. “Grab the opposite side of the desk and hold tight. If you let go, that swat won’t count.” She bent over and I was treated to a most amazing sight. Her glistening sex was in clear view in the gap between her thighs. I was so tempted to drop the paddle and fuck the young woman. I was rock hard and had not even smacked her butt yet.

I tapped the paddle against her bare cheeks and gave them a home run swing. She groaned but stay remarkably still. Ten swats left her marvelous ass nicely bruised and she gently pulled her panties and slack over her seared bottom. She eyed the bulge in my slacks and gave it a squeeze with her hand. “Perhaps I need to make my invitation for you to take me much more obvious,” she whispered. “Maybe next time?”