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Jessica adjusted the tops of her stockings in the mirror over the sink. She wasn’t used to wearing such sensual lingerie at work, and to be honest she found all that lace between her cheeks a little uncomfortable, but for the first time in a while, she had a date after work. She smoothed down her short but smart grey skirt, and put her stern work face back on, before stepping into the main corridor of Severlin Finishing School.
A few of the students were chattering as she strode into her final class of the day, but as soon as she entered the room they all went silent and stood up. Compared to other schools she’d taught at, it was a little strange in that the students were all 18 or above – it was a one-year syllabus for those about to start university – but wore slightly different uniforms and had different privileges depending on which of the school’s Achievement Grades they had reached. A student of any seniority could be in any of the three levels, as they were awarded for good behaviour as well as academic merit, but they could just as easily be taken away for misconduct or underachieving.
Without so much as glancing at the waiting students, Jessica began to unpack the things she needed for the afternoon’s teaching onto her desk. One of the first items she placed on her desk was a medium-sized flexible ruler. This was not for measuring, as the class well knew, but for administering corporal punishment – or, as it was known at Severlin, Physical Correction. A tiny minority of teachers at the school chose not to apply this at all, but Jessica found it extremely useful for commanding the students’ full attention and respect. Although the why, when and how was largely at the individual staff member’s discretion, there were a few school-wide rules that all teachers had to follow. The most significant of these, and the one that Jessica found most unnecessary, was that teachers could only administer Physical Correction to male students. While the school believed thoroughly in the merits of corporal punishment, the state laws were a different matter, and it was not permitted for teaching staff to smack girls. However, female students could and did receive Physical Correction in their Residence from their Dorm Supervisors, and any teacher could have this arranged on surprisingly short notice. The second rule, that Jessica also considered a little silly, was that it was viewed as inappropriate for students to receive Physical Correction on their bare backside ‘in a public setting’ – essentially meaning this could not take place in front of a whole class. The final rule Jessica firmly agreed with, which was that Physical Correction should not cause broken skin or any lasting bruising. Needless to say, teachers often found loopholes and ways to circumvent any of the rules that they did not deem practical.
Just as Jess had finished arranging her things and getting ready to start the class, the door burst open and a whirlwind of books and papers with a student at its centre rushed in. As soon as he saw Jess behind her desk however, he stopped in his tracks, a few worksheets slowly floating to the floor around him.
‘I’m so sorry Miss Crawford, I had to clean up after breakfast and it was really messy, I..’ She silenced him with a raise of her hand.
‘No excuses Ben, you know the rules. What do you have to say?’ All of her students were well-versed in how her classes were run.
‘P..p..please correct me physically that I may learn to improve my behaviour in the future.’ Having a student politely ask for their punishment was an idea that Jessica had brought to the school, and it had recently been adopted in the General Rulebook that all new students had to learn. It pleased her immensely when a student knew exactly what was required of them.
‘Very well Ben. Over my desk please – you were 5 minutes late, so you’ll receive 5 smacks.’ Jessica did not normally like to limit herself to a specific number of strokes, but this was a minor infraction and she wanted to get on with the class.
‘Yes Miss Crawford.’ He obediently put down his things and placed himself over her desk, with his backside facing the class. The grey shorts that were one of the hallmarks of Achievement Grade 1 were stretched tight across his bottom.
Jess slowly got up, collected the ruler on the way round her desk, and positioned herself to the left side of him. She lightly Ümraniye Grup Escort placed the ruler on the target – it was just the right length to cover both buttocks – and then without warning, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The boy grunted a little, but didn’t move or cry out. Jess walked back round to her side of the desk just as calmly as before. Just as she was about to sit down, almost as an afterthought, she said ‘Ben, you may stand up now.’ He stood up stiffly, but didn’t move from the spot in front of her desk. She sat down. ‘Well?’
‘Thank you Miss Crawford for physically correcting me. I promise to improve my behaviour in the future.’
She gave him a warm smile. ‘Very good Ben. I will hold you to that. You may take your seat.’
As the smarting boy made his way towards his seat near the back of the class, she heard a girl he passed repeat – under her breath, in a childish voice – the gratitude Ben had expressed for his punishment. Jessica had no time for this.
‘EVA SANDERS STAND UP RIGHT NOW.’ Even speaking loudly, Jess’ voice still had an air of cool and serenity. The girl obeyed immediately, going bright red at having been called out. ‘Do you think the correction of another student is funny?’
‘No Miss Crawford.’
‘Do you think the school rules are funny?’
‘No of course not Miss Crawford I’m sorry, please.’ The girl was clearly getting rather agitated.
‘It’s too late for apologies.’ Jess opened the spreadsheet on her laptop that allowed her to assign Physical Correction for girls. Now the girl remained silent, knowing full well what was happening. ‘This evening, you will report to your Dorm Supervisor for Physical Correction.’ For extra humiliation of the frankly disrespectful girl, Jessica clearly read out the fateful words she was typing. ‘Eva Sanders is to receive firm Physical Correction on her bare bottom’ – the girl went bright red at this – ‘for disrespecting another student, disrespecting myself, and disrespecting the school rules.’ The rest she would leave up to the Dorm Supervisor, although they would in turn fill in the next column of the sheet with a short description of the punishment. It was a good system, although Jessica thought it would be better if the correction directly followed the transgression. Luckily, she had another trick up her sleeve.
‘Additionally, Eva, you are to spend the rest of the class on the Focus Desk.’ The rather ironically named Focus Desk was a little innovation created by the previous Deputy Head for Discipline, to make double sure that the female students did not think they were above the law, although it was also sometimes used on the boys too. Placed at the front of each classroom, it was much like any of the other wooden desk-chair combinations seen across the school and in schools around the world. It was, however, to the unfortunate student’s chagrin, quite a bit taller, and in place of a flat chair featured two pieces of polished wood in a sort of broad V-shape, pointing upwards. This way, the student’s feet could not touch the floor, and the ‘chair’ pushed uncomfortably up between their legs.
The girl collected her things from her own desk, and walked resignedly to the front, gingerly stepping across the cruel device.
‘Perhaps this will teach you some respect young lady. One more peep out of you and I’ll have you put your hands on your head as well.’ This would mean the regretful girl could not even support her weight on the desk surface itself, further increasing her discomfort.
Two corrections before the class had even started was a little unusual, but Jess was pleased that both students had submitted quickly to their punishments. Fastidiously applying the ruler for even minor infractions gave her total control over and respect from her charges.
The rest of the class went fairly uneventfully, although Eva could be seen squirming constantly in her ‘chair’. Jess was hopeful that the discipline she dealt out at the start of the lesson had reminded the class who was in charge.
Alas, it was not to be. As she was assigning homework – 1000 words analysis of two key pieces of war poetry, to be completed during private study time after dinner and handed in to her first thing in the morning – one of the boys piped up, ‘Oh please Miss, that’s too much, we already have 1000 words from Mr Graham and a book Ümraniye Manken Escort to read from Mrs Volkov.’
She instantly looked up and gave him her well-practiced icy stare. This was direct defiance, which she would not tolerate and the school frowned strongly upon. It would require some more thorough correction.
‘Mark, you will stay behind after class.’ That was enough to silence him; he knew what was coming.
The class filed out, and the wretched boy was left sitting at his desk in the middle of the room. ‘Come here.’ The boy obediently got up and walked to stand in front of in front of the teacher’s desk. Jess finished marking a piece of work, and looked up at him with an air of exasperation. ‘You know what needs to happen now. Remove your trousers.’
The boy unbuttoned the grey trousers he was allowed to wear as an Achievement Grade 2, revealing the tight, grey, almost modern-looking briefs that contrasted with the childish white Y-fronts of Grade 1. A student in any Achievement Grade was free to wear any combination of that grade’s uniform, and the grades below. Needless to say, few wore anything from the grades below.
‘And your panties, you know what happens if you’re defiant.’ Reluctantly, he pulled those down to his ankles too, his face turning red as his not insignificant member sprang out. Eva continued marking work; she found physical correction to be somewhat more effective if the student was made to wait, particularly in a state of undress. Although she was looking at her computer, out of the corner of her eye she could see his cock slowly growing. This sometimes happened; she wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of exposure, or anticipation of the coming ordeal, but of course she found it disgusting. Nevertheless, the boy could doubtless not help it, and in all honesty it probably added to his humiliation.
After a few minutes, she closed the laptop, glancing just long enough at his groin to make his face go bright crimson. ‘What do you have to say for yourself, young man?’
‘I’m so so so sorry Miss Crawford. I spoke out of turn and defied you. There are no excuses. I promise to never do it again MIss.’ The boy was contrite at least; she found punishments often worked better on students who fully accepted their need for correction. With a still-defiant student, it felt like you first had to almost beat the defiance out of them before the punishment would start to be truly effective.
She smiled – not sadistically, but kindly; she was doing this for his benefit. ‘Good boy. I’m glad you understand the gravity of what you did. Unfortunately, I will still need to correct you. I don’t believe you’ve been in this position before, have you Mark?’
‘No Miss Crawford. Well, Miss de Lyon smacked me in sports lesson for not trying hard enough, but no, not like this Miss.’ She would not need to be too hard on him; it seemed like this was the first time he had been defiant.
‘I understand. There’s a first time for everything, and hopefully if you’re firmly corrected now it won’t need to happen again. Now, what do you say?’
‘Please correct me physically for being defiant, that I may learn to improve my behaviour in the future.’ She was pleased to hear that he knew the words well, even having not been punished much before.
‘Good boy. Now, bend over the desk. I suggest you hold the other edge with your hands, as you are not permitted to move whilst I correct you.’ She got up and walked round to the far side, taking her trusty ruler. Some teachers preferred a sturdy cane, or a leather belt, or simply just their hand, but this particular brand of ruler had served her well over several years, and allowed her to apply a large number of smacks in quick succession without breaking the skin.
While the desk had been in the classroom a long time before Jess had started working there, it just happened to be the perfect height so that when most students bent over it, their rear end was conveniently raised slightly up, presenting a nice round target. She could see his balls hanging vulnerably between his legs. Jess tapped the ruler a couple of times across his bottom, and then – without any further warning, as always – she began.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The first of many strokes landed. Jess constantly switched between the left buttock, the right buttock, and both at once. She Ümraniye Masöz Escort focused most of the them on the lower, more sensitive part of the bottom, meaning she didn’t need to smack quite so hard. A few strayed down to the very top of his thighs.
There was no set number of strokes she was going to adhere to, but she had her way of doing things and that would be applied here. She continued, calmly and methodically, for several minutes, until she started to feel the boy really submit to the punishment. There was no more clenching of the buttocks or attempts to kick the legs, and he was crying constantly and freely. Good.
Jess stopped. She lightly traced the end of the ruler across Mark’s bright red bottom, drawing an agonised whimper from him. This was the most important part of the ordeal, the part where it was easiest to extract concessions from the student being disciplined.
‘Am I going to see any more defiance from you in future, young man?’
‘N…no Miss Crawford, I promise.’ He could barely get the words out through the tears.
‘And are you going to be a good boy from now on?’
‘Y…yes Miss, I will be a good boy, I will, I’m sorry.’
‘Good boy.’ She suspected they were so willing to answer correctly at this point because they were under the impression the punishment would end if they did. They were, invariably, wrong. Without further ado, she resumed the smacking. She felt it was important to divide the punishment into two halves like this – the first part got the student’s full attention, and the second part drove home the promises they would have just made to her in the middle.
The second half was pretty well the same as the first, with the only difference being the boy’s bottom had turned an even brighter shade of red.
Finally, it was over. She took a step back to briefly admire her handiwork.
‘Stand up, and turn around.’ He did so. She could see that his cock was nowhere near as hard as it had been before the correction had begun.
‘Now, what do you say?’ She smiled encouragingly.
‘Thank you Miss Crawford for correcting me. I promise to behave better in future.’
‘Good boy. You took it well. I can see you understand how beneficial this is to you. Now, Mark, I want you to walk over to that wall, and stand on your tiptoes, with your hands on your head and your nose against the wall.’ The boy obediently did so – they were always so obedient after a good spanking!
‘Defiance is a serious problem, Mark, so we need to make sure you fully understand the gravity of it. You’re going to stand there, in that position, for the next hour. Legs apart, stick your bottom out! Good boy. After that, you can go straight to dinner.’
There was one more thing she needed to do. As much as she would have liked to, she was not allowed to leave a student standing there completely bare when other students might come in. But she had a little way round this problem. She walked over to him, and grasping his underpants, pulled them all the way up, pulling them into the crack so his bottom remained exposed. She lightly smacked one of the cheeks, satisfied at the wince that she drew from him.
‘I’ll be asking the evening hall prefect to check on you regularly – if you’ve moved at all, I am giving her full permission to spank you again on the spot.’ Prefects were always Achievement Grade 3 students who had shown particular obedience and promise, and for some reason they were almost always girls. They could, in certain situations, be given permission by a teacher to physically correct another student. Jess was sure that would not be actually necessary in this situation, but she thought it would add to the boy’s humiliation if she threatened it.
‘And of course, if I find out that you moved, you’ll be back here in the morning, and I will punish you in front of my morning class. One more thing – if I hear of any more defiance from you, it will be a Saturday visit to Ms White’s office. But I’m sure that won’t be needed – I know you’re a good boy.’ Every student feared a trip to the Deputy Head of Discipline, who as well as her office in the school kept a room in the Residences, which perversely allowed her to correct the female students too.
An hour later, Jess was sitting in the restaurant waiting for her date. She had had enough of punishing naughty students for the day – now it was her time. She saw the waiter pointing over to her table, and her date strode confidently over. They looked even better than she had hoped from the photos they’d exchanged.
‘Jessica?’
‘Please, just Jess. And you must be Samantha?’
‘That’s me! Sam will do fine. Shall we get some wine?’
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