The Teacher Learns a Lesson-M/f spanking fiction and fantasy

This story has some explicit sexual content, just in case you don't care to read that.

I knew when I had started the rumors that it really wasn’t wise, but someone had to get rid of the bozo running our school. So I casually let it be known, that I had heard, and of course I hoped no one would repeat it, that he was gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that, oh of course not. Just that I hoped no parents found out.
Evidently from the note I had received, word of this rumor had circulated back to Mr. Boz…umm Mr. Boseman. Waiting in his office after school made me feel slightly ridiculous but it also gave me time to figure out what I was going to say. I knew I had better have my words in place, he could be very intimidating. That was only one of the reasons I couldn’t stand working for him. The other one was his infuriating attitude towards women. The condescending politeness, overbearing and ridiculous protective rules such as not letting us work in the building alone at night. What was this, the 50’s? As I sat I seethed and thought of what I would say to him.
My foot tapped impatiently as I heard his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Suddenly the air in the room felt warmer and stuffier and my impatience began to beg for some extra time to put my thoughts together. But at that point he walked in the office and time was definitely up.
I sat up straighter in my chair and composed myself as he walked in and seated himself behind the desk. I had to admit he was a very good looking man, tall and imposing with silver hair and a very appealing smile. However, he was not smiling at the moment.
He cleared his throat. “Ms. Smith, it has come to my attention that some very unsavory rumors have been circulating through our school community.” Good grief he wasn’t wasting any time. “Furthemore Ms. Smith, on investigating the source of these rumors they always seem to come back to you. Now I would like to give you a chance to explain your part in this or whether I have my information wrong. But I will tell you this, you have been overheard telling this to others at least six times that I am aware of. Have you any explanation?”
I stared back with no expression on my face. “Well Mr. Boseman I have no idea what rumor you are speaking of. I certainly haven’t heard any.”
“No you haven’t heard any, you have started them. Hmm so it seems you are willing to lie as well to get out of this.” He handed me three sheets of school letterhead. My hands shook slightly as I read the three affidavits from people I hadn’t even spoken to who had overheard me talking to others.
I tossed the papers down on his desk, “These prove nothing, its my word against theirs.”
“That would be true if I weren’t one of the people who overheard you when spreading these vicious lies in the lounge. I happened to be in the rest room, young lady and heard every word.”
Oh shit, this wasn’t good at all. My mind raced. How would I ever get out of this?
He continued, “Furthermore if I were gay there would be nothing wrong with it. You should be ashamed of yourself for making it sound as if it is a moral failing. I am surprised at you. Did you not think of the impact this also might have on my wife and children if the rumor got back to them before me? This is very childish behavior for a supposed professional woman. If you have a problem with me personally I would think you would have enough character to come to me and discuss it rather than try to destroy me with lies.”
I shrank back into my chair. There was very little I could say. Unfortunately he was absolutely right.
“Now Ms. Smith I have the problem about what to do with you. I could take this documentation to the board and I assure you it would be grounds for dismissal. You don’t have tenure yet and that would be the outcome. But I also know you are a very fine teacher and I don’t want our children to lose out.”
Oh God maybe I was off the hook.
“Nevertheless this demands consequences. Now first of all I should tell you I have called your husband to tell him of this situation.”
I sat back up sputtering, “But you had no right to do that, I am an adult. That was none of his business unless I chose to tell him.”
“Well now you are hardly acting like an adult are you? Is this the way an adult handles professional problems in the workplace?” It was definitely a rhetorical question. “Plus I have old fashioned notions about a husband’s right to know things. Just as I would call the parents of any naughty girl caught misbehaving at school, I called him and told him what I was going to offer in the way of consequences.”
My voice even sounded sarcastic to me, “I suppose you will have me write on the board 100 times, I will never spread rumors.”
He stood up and shut the door to the office. Then he stood over my chair. Patiently he answered, “No I have two alternatives for you. It is entirely up to you. The first I have already outlined. I would go to the school board with the documentation I have already shown you. That would insure your dismissal. The second alternative is the only way you will be allowed to stay here.”
We stared at each other. “Alright what is my other alternative.” I could not imagine any other consequence.
“I will treat you as I would have treated any young lady who did such a thing in my younger days when such behavior would not have been tolerated. I intend to soundly spank you before you leave here this evening.”
“What”, I had intended to sound indignant but my voice came out as a squeak.
“It is entirely up to you”.
My stomach lurched and I thought of what would be waiting at home. How could he have known…he couldn’t have. I thought quickly but could not see any alternatives. Why had I ever started that stupid rumor in the first place. I hated the fact that he was absolutely right. There was no excuse for my behavior. It was childish and unprofessional.
He stood looking at me patiently. The clock hand moved silently as I prayed for the floor to drop out from under me.
Finally I decided, “Mr Boseman I am truly sorry, you are right. What I did was unexcusable but isn’t there a more adult way to settle this?”
His look was stern, “No young lady, there is not. Can you honestly tell me you don’t deserve a sound spanking.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle.
I couldn’t talk and for a moment I couldn’t even breathe.
Mr. Boseman was done waiting. “ Please come here behind my desk immediately.”
I did as he asked.
“Now Ms. Smith, I am going to bend you over my desk, after you lift your skirt and pull your panties to your knees. Then you are going to get your backside paddled as any naughty girl should be treated. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. And is such an intelligent and talented professional it is totally unbelievable.”
Oh God he meant it. His face was very stern, and his voice strict but not harsh. Once again I felt that familiar clench in my stomach. That jolt that always went with any words that had to do with spanking. How had he known?
My hands shook, all defiance gone I answered back quietly and respectfully, “Yes sir, you are absolutely right.” I lifted my skirt up to my waist and looked at him pleadingly hoping for amnesty on the panties. He shook his head and motioned that they were to come down. I can’t remember any other time that was this embarrassing. I lowered my panties to my knees and stood there bare from the waist down on very shaky legs.
Once again that stern insistent voice, “Over the desk Ms Smith with your bottom up and your legs spread.”
My response was slow but immediate. I leaned over the desk and gripped the far edge with my hands. My bottom was up over the edge as I stood almost on my toes. I moved my legs apart. Oh God this was horrible, well horribly exciting anyway. And exciting it might be but I knew it would be far from pleasant.
Then Mr. Boseman put his hand on my back, “Ms Smith, can you deny that you deserve this?
I shook my head and looked down at his desk blotter. “No sir, I totally deserve it, but I do want you to know I very much regret what I have done and trying to lie my way out of it.” I knew by this point if he were looking he understood my relationship to spanking. My face must have been as read as my bottom would shortly be.
“Well I am sure you regret it and I have a feeling you will regret it more in the next few minutes.”
With that I felt the cool wood of the paddle pat down on my bottom and held my breath as he raised it. I heard the air swoosh as it came down with a crack on my left cheek. A gasp came involuntarily. The paddle rose and fell over and over. I soon lost count of the whacks my poor bottom endured. The gasps became cries and howls. The burning and sting became intense as the tears started flowing out of my eyes.
“I am sorry to have to punish one of my finest teachers but this won’t ever (smack) be (smack) tolerated(smack). Is that clear.”
“Yes sir”, I wailed, gripping the desk for all I was worth.
But as he spanked he was igniting more than my bottom and I was reasonably sure he knew it also. At this moment though all I could think of was how bad I had been and what would happen when I got home as well.
“Oh please stop, I am so very sorry,” my words had no effect on what he had determined would be the appropriate punishment.
My bottom was squirming and my feet moving back and forth to the rhythm of the paddle.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started. The office was silent except for my sobs and sniffles. I felt his hand touch my backside. My bottom arched to the touch.
“Well I think we have warmed you up nicely.” He took me by my arm and had me stand up. Speaking softly he said, “Go ahead and fix your clothing.” I pulled up my panties and smoothed my skirt down. Oh my bottom felt like someone had lit a fire on it.
Mr Boseman then did something very unexpected. He put his arms around me and gave me a most paternal hug. “Now this is over young lady and we won’t need to speak of it again. No one will ever know what took place in this office. I can promise you that.” He patted my back gently. “But now you need to get home. Your husband and I had a long discussion about this and I have a feeling he has a word or two to discuss with you.”
My tear stained face looked up at him, “I am so very sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve such treatment. Thank you for not having me fired. And I do promise I will never do such an idiotic thing again.”
He smiled, “No I don’t believe you will Janet.”
I picked up my purse and my briefcase and then impulsively hugged him as I said goodbye.
Fortunately as Mr Boseman had anticipated the school was empty and the parking lot nearly deserted. I got carefully into my car and hissed as I sat down on my poor burning bottom. I started the car and drove home with a tingling backside and an increasing moistness between my legs as I thought about what my husband Jim would have to say. I knew somehow Mr Boseman had known that Jim spanked me when I did not behave appropriately. Well he spanked me for other reasons too but that’s another story. This was definitely a spanking offense. I thought I could make a pretty good case for being already spanked, but Jim would have other ideas and I knew for the evening I was pretty much his, and would do as I was told. The idea had me shivering in delight and fear.
As I pulled up next to Jim’s car in the driveway the front door opened. I know I felt like a very bad girl as I walked up to the door and the look on my husband’s face didn’t help.
His first words confirmed my suspicions about what I could expect, “Janet you are to go straight upstairs to our room and wait for me there.” Before I could move he pulled me into his arms, hugged me and whispered into my ear, “I can’t believe what a bad girl you have been.” My eyes immediately filled with tears as they always do when I am confronted with my sins. As directed I went straight upstairs to our bedroom.
Oh I was in such trouble. On each post of our four poster bed was a length of rope with a wrist or ankle restraint on the end of it. Two pillows were piled in the middle of the bed. On the end table was a heavy wooden hairbrush. At times like this my body has such mixed reactions. Once again I felt a jolt of pure sexual excitement, but my stomach clenched as I understood what I was in for. I sighed and put my purse in the closet and stood waiting for Jim. I noticed the dresser held several objects and when I went over to see I wasn’t sure whether to run like hell or jump out the window. There was a tube of a very well known lubricant, a slim vibrator I had never seen before, and a butt plug. Yes, Jim was certainly determined to make a good girl out of me before the night was over.
Of course it never occurred to me to refuse or be upset with Jim. These rules had been set long ago, I had given my consent and my husband had the right and the obligation to correct my behavior whenever I was in the wrong. I just hadn’t been in so much “wrong” in a very long time. Again I wondered how Mr. Boseman had known about Jim and I. But my wondering ceased as the bedroom door opened and my loving, strict, and very caring husband walked in.
He pointed to the bed, “Sit down young lady.”
About the last thing I wanted to do right now was sit on my poor punished bottom, but I did as he said immediately.
“Janet, I just don’t know what gets into you. What in the world would ever lead you to the conclusion that a smear campaign was the right and proper way to settle a difference you had with your employer.” He crossed his arms and cleared his throat. “An employer, who by the way happens to be one of my clients.”
OH MY GOD, Jim was Mr. Boseman’s lawyer. “Now Jim honey I had no idea, how could I know that.”
“That is hardly the point. You should never have considered such a stupid child like action against anyone. We could have been the ones ending up getting sued. You are incredibly lucky that Mr. Boseman and I have had discussions on the subject of marriage and discipline. So instead of firing you and filing a law suit against you he called me instead.”
My eyes filled up again, “Jim he already punished me, he paddled me so hard right over the desk in his office. Honest.” I was ready to stand up and show him.
“Yes I know, he asked my permission before he even confronted you. And if you think for one minute you are off the hook with me, you are sadly mistaken. I intend to do my very best to assure you never do anything like this again. Now first of all you are getting the kind of spanking any bad girl would get if the principal had to call home about her behavior. Get me the hairbrush Janet.”
Dragging my feet I went to the end table, picked up the dreaded implement and brought it back to my husband.
Without another word, he took my hand and guided me over his knees, lifted my skirt up over my back and pulled my panties down to my knees. “Well it certainly looks as if the principal of your school is proficient in the area of discipline. Do you have anything at all to say about this?”
I tearfully responded, “I am so sorry Jim, I totally deserve this but oh my bottom is so sore already.”
“Then I guess you should have thought twice before spreading vicious rumors.”
As he spoke my stomach began its inevitable fluttering and once again I could feel the stab of excitement coursing through me. I knew he was going to set my backside on fire all over again and I knew he would also be teaching me a number of lessons besides that, but it didn’t matter, my body and mind responded the way they always did. I knew he could feel my legs trembling.
Before I could stop myself my hand reached back to my bottom. It was quickly pinned in place and then I knew my time had come.
The first spank of the hairbrush was followed by a flurry of them one right after the other. My legs kicked and I howled as tears immediately ran from my eyes. On top of the paddling I had already received this burned and stung as no spanking I had ever had. As Jim spanked he spoke briefly, “This is how naughty girls are punished when they do what they know is wrong.” The hairbrush did most of the talking for him.
I wailed, “I am sooooooo sorry, oh I am, never Jim I promise to never do anything like this again. Ohhh please stop.” The words tumbled out and had no impact on my husband’s decision what this particular crime deserved.
The spanking continued as I lay limp over my husband’s lap sobbing like a little girl until my voice began to get hoarse. Just as I thought it would never end, Jim stopped. I could feel how hot my bottom was and the incredible burn was nothing like it would feel tomorrow when the swelling went down and the throbbing began. The only sound in the room was the sound of my sniffling and hoarse sobs. Jim pulled me up into his arms and held me very close. He murmured into my hair that this part was over and I was forgiven. And as always he kissed me very sweetly and laid back on the bed holding me. He gently rubbed my punished backside. I had my arms around his neck and my head pillowed on his shoulder.
I spoke very softly but meant every word I said, “I am so sorry honey, oh this was so wrong and I am lucky that the consequences weren’t more serious. Thank you for loving me enough to take care of me when I need it.”
Rubbing my back Jim reminded me of what I had yet to face. “You are forgiven but the evening is not over yet. You know that don’t you?”
I nodded but I hardly needed to. We both understood the rules. The next part would be embarrassing but delicious, it would leave me feeling totally vulnerable and excited beyond belief. It would reinforce who was in control.
I yawned hugely and Jim smiled. He knew what effect spanking had on me. “Now my dear, you lay down and take a nap. I will have a light dinner ready and then we will continue our discussions.” I never did understand how all these activities were under the heading of discussions, since very little was ever discussed. But I simply nodded and lay on the pillow as he let go of my and covered me with a blanket throw. He was careful to keep the material from rubbing against my bottom. I feel asleep almost instantly.
I woke up as I felt Jim unbuttoning my blouse. It was dark outside and he had turned on one of the lamps at the lowest level. After my blouse came my bra and I soon was totally naked to his gaze. I tried to pull the blanket back up but he got to it before I did. He went to the dresser and got a tray of cheese, crackers and fruit. He laid it on the bed. When I started to sit up my bottom protested quite strongly. The sting was incredible and I put my hand back and rubbed it. I knew there would not be any cooling lotion until a little later on. I sat up in bed gingerly and started to munch on the fruit. I tried to sit but it was almost unbearable. I turned to rest on one thigh, oh much better. As I ate Jim began to get undressed. I was hypnotically drawn to watch him. His body was such a pleasure to look at. When he took the tray I started to protest. Jim smiled, “You can have more in just a minute, after I make sure you are properly treated like the naughty girl you were today.”
My voice got whiny, “But you forgave me, you said so.”
“Yes I have forgiven you but that ends the punishment. We still have a few more little activities to take care of. Now can you deny that being spanked got you excited?”
As always my face reddened, we both knew the answer. “Just as I thought”, he continued. “Only a very naughty girl would get excited over being punished. And that has to be taken care of. Now on your tummy and up on your knees so your bottom is in the air. And get those legs spread apart.”
By this time I was shaking with excitement and yet felt so overwhelmingly vulnerable. Jim made me keep my pussy clean shaven so as I drew up to my knees and parted my legs everything was on display…just as he wanted it. My head rested on my hands and a small sob of nervous excitement escaped my lips. I felt his hands rubbing in gentle circles over the throbbing red skin of my cheeks. He gave me gentle pats as my bottom wiggled. “Hold still”, he gently scolded. The gentle pats felt like fire so I tried to do as he said.
Next I felt a sticky substance being rubbed gently down the crack in my backside and applied liberally to the opening. Jim’s finger entered and assured that the entire area was lubricated. Oh how I knew what came next. “Oh God do we have to do this, Please don’t,” I begged.
The smack of his hand that followed that ill advised remark brought a squeal of pain.
“Oh no you are going to learn what happens to very naughty girls and I don’t want any back talk.” He applied the lubricant generously. “Now Janet go and get one of your thongs, put it on and pull it up to the top of your thighs.” I stood on shaky legs and did as he instructed. “Back on the bed young lady, and get that butt up high”. Once again I obeyed without question. My poor backside couldn’t take much more. I brought back my purple thong and pulled it on to the top of my thighs. “Back on the bed young lady in the same position.” I climbed on the bed, with my bottom high in the air and my head down. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. The muscles inside my pussy clenched hard.

I could feel Jim fastening the restraints on to my wrists and ankles. They were very soft and didn't hurt but there I was fastened to the bed with no way out. Oh how could something feel so punishing and so good at the same time. I felt Jim starting to insert that wicked butt plug. I groaned into my hands. He was always slow and careful, it didn’t hurt but oh God it was embarrassing. “Now then Janet” as he inserted it all the way, “this had better stay put or you know what will happen.” Yes, I knew, he would paddle my backside until it was maroon. He pulled the thong up into the crack to assist in keeping the plug in. “And now young lady, you are getting the strapping a very naughty girl deserves. I don’t want any backtalk either or I will just have to continue.”
My breathing became rapid. I loved it when he strapped me. So there I was, butt in the air, filled with a plug and getting ready to feel the bite of the strap on my red bottom. My hands and feet were held fast but gently. “No Jim, no back talk.” My voice was still hoarse and husky. He knelt on the bed beside me, held my waist tight to him and begain strapping me rhythmically. Jim knew how to make the strap sing against my skin. It tingled but never burned. There was a sting but it never cut. He never laid one mark on top of the other. But it never failed to make my head spin with excitement. Oh God it was so sore but that was fading in my mind for now. It was replaced with totally different feelings.
The strap stopped and I felt something slippery and soft at the opening to my pussy. Suddenly there was a buzzing noise and I felt vibrations going through my body. He moved it in and out and over my clit until I thought I would scream. “Don’t you dare come young lady, not until I tell you to.” Those were always his instructions mostly because he knew that turned me on as well. And no back talk meant I couldn’t even complain. Oh God every inch of me felt full and alive. “Now isn’ t this how naughty girls should be treated?”
“Oh yes, yes”, my answer was immediate and enthusiastic.
Jim leaned over me, the vibrator stopped, he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear……. “Now whose good girl are you going to be?”
I whispered back, “Yours always yours.”
I felt the vibrator pulled away, then the thong was pulled down and the plug taken out. The restraints were released . Jim’s arms pulled my closer as he knelt behind me and entered me. His thrusts were strong, and fast. He was as excited as I was. I felt like I was melting inside.
“Ok baby you can come anytime you want, you are my good girl.” And with those words the spasms inside me began and occurred over and over. I became dizzy with excitement and then Jim exploded inside me.
The room was once again silent as we collapsed on the bed. Jim turned me towards him and held me tight in his arms. I have never felt as loved as I do with my husband. We kissed deeply and he got up to get the lotion to soothe my reddened bottom that I knew I would be feeling for a number of days. I had never had two such severe punishments in one day.
As he rubbed the lotion on tears came to my eyes. I felt so lucky to be in the care of a man who only wanted me to be my best and loved me even when I was my worst.