My daydream was interrupted by Andy’s voice. “Would you like to explain to me what all this is about?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I retorted, still in the rôle of the stroppy slacker I had become during the past few weeks of lessons.
“I know you have a problem with maths,” he said, “but you weren’t that far away from getting a pass mark. A little bit of hard work between now and the end of the course and you’d have stood a really good chance of getting that qualification. And that’s why I don’t want to see you throwing that chance away.”
“Well, do you know what?” I replied. “I really don’t care about that stupid qualification any more. Or this stupid class.”
Andy sighed. “I hoped you weren’t going to take that attitude. But seeing as you have, it looks like the only thing I can use to make you see some sense is some old-fashioned discipline. Bend over the desk, please, Amanda.”
For a moment, I just looked at him blankly. It was such an outrageous request that I thought he was joking. Then I saw his expression and realised he was utterly serious.
“I don’t have all day, Amanda,” he said, “so if you’d hurry up and do as you’re told.”
The desk was low, and made of chipped formica, so as I bent over it, my bottom stuck out in the air. I pushed a pile of exercise books and a chalk duster out of the way and gripped the edge of the desk, feeling slightly ridiculous. That, however, was nothing to how I felt as Andy gave me my next instruction.
“Right, I’m going to give you six of the best. It seems the most appropriate punishment, under the circumstances. In the old days, they’d have used a cane, but we don’t have that luxury any more.” I couldn’t believe it; did he really sound regretful that he couldn’t give me such a barbaric punishment? “So, six hard spanks it is. And after every one I’d like you to say, “Thank you, Mr Collins,” and reflect on how you’ve been letting yourself down.”
Whatever had happened to ‘call me Andy’, and just when had my usually laidback tutor turned into this stickler for perverse discipline? I didn’t have time to ponder on his change in personality very long, though, as he moved close behind me and continued, “Just one last thing. That little arse of yours is just too well protected, so I think we’ll have these off–”
As he spoke, I felt him fumbling with my belt, and then the zip of my jeans. Before I could object, he had tugged them down to my knees, leaving me in just the flimsy little pair of powder blue panties I had put on that morning. Knickers that made me feel sexy when I wore them, but would do nothing to shield me from Andy’s palm.
I shivered as he ran his hand briefly over the curve of my bum. The more he was making me wait, the more I wanted to beg him to hurry up and get it over with. He was clearly relishing the power he had over me, and I began to wonder if he’d been aware of my bad girl routine for longer than I had believed.
Just when I thought I would scream if he didn’t start spanking me, I felt his palm come down squarely across my cheeks. The force of the blow made me gasp, and I realised I’d been holding my breath.
There was a brief silence and then Andy said, “I’m waiting, Amanda.”
I realised what he wanted me to say, and blurted out, “Thank you, Mr Collins.” I felt as though I was slipping unprotestingly into the rôle of naughty schoolgirl, rather than the cool class rebel I had wanted to be.
“That’s better.” His hand stroked over my backside again, and then slapped me for a second time. Even though it stung through my thin knickers, this time I didn’t hesitate to thank him for the blow.