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Subject: {ASSM} St: Telekinesis 2.2 (Prof/student, paddle, school)
Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2003 17:10:05 -0500
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St: Telekinesis 2.2 (Prof/student, paddle, school)


The following story is fiction.  It contain a scene of a classroom
paddling.  If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a
minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  Although I coded this
Prof/student I wrote it as M/t but if you prefer you can easily change
the genders to your own preference.

Recently there has been some discussion of the need to paddle some
padawan butt and also that of Hogwart's students.  Perhaps things happen
differently in those schools; at least in the higher forms.  I haven't
explicitly set this story in either of those universes but you can
easily do so if you wish.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice. 

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com



Telekinesis 2.2
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Ralph Phillips was not paying attention as the professor droned on about
the finer points of telekinesis which in his youthful certainly he was
sure that he knew.  Ralph's mind was far away on the other side of the
ivy covered wall of the ancient building that held the classroom where
he was a 'prisoner' rather than out in the wonderful emerging spring.
At fourteen such mind wondering was common even with straight-A
students.  This time Ralph was caught.

"Front and center, Phillips." came the order.  As Ralph made his way
forward, the professor continued: "What is the prescribed 'reward' for
your transgressions."  The professor liked to be oblique and cute.

"Three of the best, Sir."  Actually the rule book stated it was two or
three but Ralph knew how the professor thought.

"Let see how well you have done your homework first."  He did not even
have to point to the table with the practice objects.  Ralph selected
one of the medium sized wooden blocks and concentrated.  Slowly the
block floated up and then over to the other table where he set it down
with a thump.

"Last semester that would have been fine, Phillips, but this is the
second course.  Something more appropriate, please."  Ralph shuddered
inside for when the professor appeared to be being polite he was being
sarcastic.  Ralph gathered his thoughts and picked up three blocks and
shifted them from one table to the other.

"A bit better, Phillips.  Let's see a lot more control.  Switch two
different items."  This was a lot harder.  Slowly the pitcher and the
vase rose and moved toward each other.  Ralph concentrated hard and
stopped them midway.  Then, slowly he poured the water from the pitcher
into the vase.  As he set them down gently on the tables Ralph and his
classmates all give a sigh of relief.  Ralph was extremely glad that
none of them had interfered.  He realized it was not so much out of love
for him but fear that the professor would detect it.

"Not so bad." said the professor.  Ralph was very relieved for that was
high praise from the professor and he even thought that there was the
faint hint of a smile on the professor's face.  "And now get the
paddle."  Ralph lifted the paddle from its hook on the wall and moved it
to the professor.  "Position, please."  Ralph turned to face the front
of the classroom and opened his belt and trousers.  He pushed them down
along with his underpants and bent over grabbing his knees.  Then he
raised his cloak and draped it over his back momentarily enjoying
mooning the class and the professor.  He knew that would not be fun for
much longer.

"Give yourself three of the best, Phillips."  Ralph was astonished.  The
professor has always done the paddling himself.  This would be
difficult.  Ralph took control of the paddle and let it touch his
upturned butt and then moved it way.  Quickly he brought it forward.

A love tap that not even a pre-schooler would count.  "Does that count,
class?" asked the professor.

"NO!" was response which, to his credit, Ralph joined in as loud as he
could.

He moved the paddle again and this time it connected with his butt with
a loud CRACK!  The pain was more than Ralph expected and he lost
control.  The paddle fell to the floor with a crash.

"You should not lose control Phillips.  Start again." snapped the
demanding professor.

CRACK!!  Ralph struggled with the pain to keep the paddle under control.
It was difficult.  The professor was silent.

"One, sir." said Ralph knowing this one was sufficient.

Again Ralph raised the paddle and brought it down on his own butt.
CRACK!!  It was easier to maintain control.  That was two; one more to
go.

CRACK!!  This was harder than the others.  But it was over -- unless he
dropped the paddle.  He fought the pain and re-hung the paddle back on
its hook.  The loud thump it made was not very cool.

It was another eternity before the professor told him to pull up his
trousers and return to his seat and, of course, to pay attention as he
made a note in his grade book.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  February 24, 2003

Y.

Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com>
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