When I met with Helen at the Mall,
She didn't seem to care at all
I was twenty-nine...her former teacher
Nothing I could say could reach her.

They scrubbed my nails and then my face
That hair salon scrubbed every place!
I begged and pleaded...no one cared!
"Pigtails first, then wax her bare!"

The uniform was quite a buy
White panties, blouse, T-shirt and tie.
A school cap upon my head
And a skirt so short I blushed beet red!

"A changing room?"  "Don't be shy!"
"No one's watching", the sales clerk lied.
"Please don't take off any more!"
Soon every stitch was on the floor.

High heels were the next to go
Teenaged now, head to toe!
The flat and dull black Mary Janes
Further shrank my tiny frame.

Helen boxed up everything,
ID and cash and clothes and rings.
And then (this was the final topper)
She locked it all up in a locker!

She'd stripped me of fancy clothes,
My heels, my dress, my shoes, my hose!
Penniless!  Without ID,
As helpless as a girl could be.

"You'll live at MY house, little one.
You'll obey...it won't be fun!
I appreciate your frank confession
But it's high time you learned your lesson.

I knew that it was now or never,
She'd put me back in school forever!
But should I dare to take a stand
With that hairbrush in her hand?

I told myself that out in public
She wouldn't dare to broach THAT subject!
We were standing in the Mall,
Plainly visible to all!

"She's nineteen now, but I'm still older..."
a rationale that made me bolder.
"I'm still the teacher" I quickly huffed
"You won't spank me, it's just bluff".

Skirt up!  Drawers down!  Over her knee!
My bottom bared for all to see!
She spanked me hard and fast and firm
I sobbed and kicked and screamed and squirmed.

The sounds of laughter, cheers, applause
The crowd did not take up my cause!
They seemed to take a strange delight
In watching Helen set me right.

They didn't see my Ph.D.
They only saw the brat in me.
Stripped of my power and my riches
A snotty teen spanked sans her britches.

When you kick you legs, you know
The fellas all get quite a show!
Soon the whole crowd got to see
All there was to see of me.

"Please stop!" I cried,  "I'll be good"
She answered with the crack of wood.
She loved the power, the thrill, the rush
Of humbling me with hand and brush.

She left my panties on the floor
And walked me slowly towards door.
A gust of wind...my skirt...the cheers
The sound of laughter burned my ears.

The transformation was so fast
My adulthood now seem distant past.
Perhaps it was a tad imprudent
To bare my soul to a former student.