Serenity Spencer slammed her book bag on the desk and swore under her breath.

With a swirl of her long dark hair she slumped down onto the chair. She straightened her tight white T-shirt and matching skirt, then swore again for good measure.

Her eyes darted to the blackboard and she glared at the words written in green chalk: “Mr. Carrington’s Summer Class.” Not even the yellow sunflowers drawn all over could liven up the huffy ten-year-old. Summer school was evil, period, she didn’t care if the blackboard looked cute.

Sammie Hurley walked in and dragged her feet to her own desk. She sighed in resignation as she started to produce books from her bag.

“You too, huh?” Serenity said.

The other girl, who was twelve and much taller, shrugged. “Been doing this for years.”

“Oh. Well, it’s stupid.”

Sammie nodded, but then again, neither girl had a choice. When your parents send you to summer school, it doesn’t matter if it’s two weeks or two months, you’re still scarred for life. You’re the kid who goes to school in July while others play ball or climb trees or... anything. But school.

Five other kids, all boys, filed in within the next minutes. Serenity knew a couple and one was even cute, but she shrugged and scribbled on her notebook instead.

Then Mr. Carrington came.

He was a giant to her. Six feet or maybe taller, jet-black hair and a tanned complexion, in his mid-twenties, biceps showing under the white shirt and all that... he looked like your average surfer rather than your average summer school teacher. And she’d thought the other fifth grader cute? Ha!

Serenity didn’t have a high tolerance for boys, much less for men, but she found this one interesting. At least he wasn’t giving them a condescending kiddy smile, and that scored points with her.

“Good morning, Mr. Carrington,” all kids chanted as they stood to their feet.

“Good morning, good morning,” he said lively, but not too much. “How are you guys?”

No response as they sat back down. Serenity always had a smart-ass remark on the tip of her tongue just waiting to get out. She wasn’t sure she wanted to smart off at such a nice guy, but then again, it was in her nature to want to be noticed... she couldn’t resist...

“Not too happy, sir, and you?” she said.

The other kids snickered and Serenity felt a twinge in her stomach. A few of her regular teachers, just a few though, would mark that as a Minor Offence. At the Samuel Clemens Elementary, three marks and you got paddled either in the hallways or in the VP’s office. That was *not* funny.

But Mr. Carrington smiled – a very handsome smile, at that, the girl noticed – and nodded his head. “Likewise. Summer school stinks, but such is life.” He took out a textbook from his leather bag. “Your parents sent you here, and I need this paycheck. We better get along, don’t you think?”

Everyone hushed. Serenity’s jaw dropped. Not only was a teacher not being grumpy, but he was also agreeing that school sucked! This was too cool. She turned around to look at Sammie, who had a big grin on her face.

“This is going to be easy,” Serenity muttered, and the blonde-haired twelve year old nodded. “We’re so going to have this fella do what we want...” she mused to herself, but even as she thought that, she felt a slight pang of guilt – that she promptly discarded.

True enough, class wasn’t all that bad. Mr. Carrington had an amiable way of teaching History and make it sound like he was telling bedtime stories. Not that Serenity would ever admit to having enjoyed the lecture, mind, but she wasn’t too disgusted either.

What was disgusting, instead, was that the History teacher was also the Math teacher, and the Social Studies teacher, and the Literature teacher, and all the rest too. Just like little kids, they had been given *one* bloody teacher instead of several. Serenity cursed silently at having been born poor in a poor county with a rundown community school.

Soon time for recess came and kids walked out in the hallways. Serenity was last to go and Mr. Carrington asked her to stay.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Only then the girl noticed he hadn’t done the traditional “raise your hand and say your name and age” crap thing. “Um, Serenity... why?”

Mr. Carrington’s brow furrowed and the girl cowered just a little. The man could be intimidating, she had to admit... and wow, now that she was standing close to him... he was BIG.

“My name was written clearly on the blackboard, yours wasn’t,” he explained. “That’s why.”

“Uh, yes sir. Yeah, well, Serenity.”

“Middle name?”

“Michelle...”

“And last?”

“Spencer...”

He nodded and noted it down on the class register.

“Just for the record, Serenity Michelle Spencer.”

She gulped. That made it sound like she was in trouble. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

She stood by his desk as he produced a few paper sheets from that bag of his that looked like it was made of crocodile skin.

“Err, can I go then?”

“Oh? Yes, yes, of course. Sorry. Just preparing quizzes.”

“Quizzes on the first day??” she raised her voice.

Again the furrowed brow as he snapped his neck to cast her a glance that made her gulp.

“This is a test of general knowledge, Serenity,” he explained. “And mind your manners.”

“Okay, but... damn, I mean...”

That look again, even firmer. “I beg your pardon?”

“N-nothing,” she cringed. “I better go have my snack before I get myself in trouble,” she said with a naïve honesty that even Mr. Carrington thought was cute.

“In more trouble, perhaps,” he said.

He opened the class register again, uncapped a black marker, and drew a big black full circle aside ‘Serenity Michelle Spencer’. The girl’s mouth went dry just seeing that.

“B-but... I...”

“Swearing is not allowed. This is one offence. You can go now.”

She barely repressed the instinct of stomping her foot. “But-- sir, please...”

“Don’t earn two more,” he explained calmly, “or you know what happens.”

Serenity hung her head and nodded. “A paddling...”

“I don’t paddle students, Serenity. I *spank*. Over my lap. Now you’re dismissed. Please go.”

She blanched. In her four years in school she’d only been paddled once, and it had hurt so much she’d never earned herself another... though she’d finish each and every semester with two marks on her records and barely escape punishment.

But to be spanked... over the lap... that was such a childish thing she couldn’t think of it. And over HIS lap, then! He was just trying to scare her, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t really do it, would he? No. He was too cute to ever spank anyone. Let alone girls. But then again, that look...

Serenity gulped and just nodded. “O-okay...”

As she walked out, she couldn’t help rubbing her bottom through her skirt with one hand. Mr. Carrington caught that and smirked, shaking his head.

~*~

Things got better and better between the kids and the new teacher. He had a pleasant way to go about things and they weren’t minding summer school all that much. Especially Sammie, who was used to it, found this so much more interesting than usual.

That said, it was still four hours a day that the kids would rather spend in playful activities. Mr. Carrington only had to assign two more black marks, to Simon Leery and Jonathan Zard for fighting one morning during recess, but that was about it.

Everyone’s favorite class was the two hours dedicated to Reading. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn had been the book of Mr. Carrington’s choice. Serenity wasn’t sure whether it was for the spankings that Tom seemed to get so frequently, but still, she enjoyed it.

The young girl walked to and from school with a lighter heart, knowing that Mr. Carrington at least wasn’t boring. She did have to mend her habits a bit, though, as certain whines or remarks from her fresh mouth were met with that furrowed-brow look that made her blood run cold.

And her coming to class at the very last minute wasn’t always appreciated, but what was she to do, she enjoyed so much stopping by the general store and spend away her mother’s allowance in candy or comics or whatnot. She was a free spirit like that.

Alas, it didn’t last long. On Friday morning she was ten minutes late. Maybe it was because she had a good excuse, but Mr. Carrington let it pass – albeit with a scowl. But on Tuesday, one particularly hot morning, her delay was almost twenty minutes. Serenity panted heavily, her sticky cotton dress plastered to her sweaty skin as she ran through the deserted hallways beaten by the torrid sun.

“I... I’m here...” she huffed as she got to the classroom’s half-open door.

Mr. Carrington was in the middle of a Geometry lecture and barely regarded her. He pointed at her seat and she went, in silence, but that look, THE look, was right there on his face.

As she struggled to get her notebooks out, she caught Sammie’s gaze. The girl traced her neck horizontally with the index fingertip, as though slitting her own throat. Serenity sulked in her seat. Had he already marked her a second time on the register? She shuddered.

She followed the Geometry lecture absent-mindedly, and the Spelling one after that. When recess came she was nervous as heck and sweating, and not only from the scorching sun. As the other kids walked out she took a few tentative steps towards the desk and opened her mouth to speak...

“Yes, Serenity,” Mr. Carrington said, not rising his eyes from the papers on the desk. “I have marked you a second time.”

Her heart dropped to her tummy then bounced up into her throat, and her head spun. “B-but... Mr. Carrington, I...”

“You were late again. This should have been your third. I have been lenient.” He looked up this time, and though firm, his gaze wasn’t ominous. “Seven school days and two marks already? Serenity Michelle, you’re the youngest here but a natural class leader. I am disappointed.”

She shuddered at the use of her middle name and looked away, twisting the hem of her still humid sundress. She wasn’t sure what was worse, having him upset at her or actually being in trouble.

“S-sorry... aww c’mon, can’t you please...?”

“No. Focus on doing better, Serenity. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be across my lap before next week-end, and trust me, you don’t want that. Dismissed.”

She wanted to reply but the words died in her throat. Again, just like one week earlier, she minced her way out of the classroom looking at the tile. And again her hands went to her bottom, that was now tingling so much more.

But that was nothing compared to the tingling she felt when, not one minute into their last period (Math), Mr. Carrington asked for their exercise sheets. Serenity panicked as it dawned unto her that she had none ready. A quick glance at her *blank* exercise sheet sent shivers up her spine and she silently cursed herself for playing and reading comics for so long the previous night.

“Serenity, I think I’m missing yours,” Mr. Carrington said as he browsed through the sheets in his hand. “I have seven here.”

The girl looked down, not daring to raise her eyes. “I... my sheet... I, I mean...”

“Isn’t that in your hand an exercise sheet? Come on, give it to me. I won’t bite your head off if you’ve made mistakes.”

He walked to her desk in the second row and outstretched his hand. The girl gulped and her stomach twisted and churned. Slowly she raised her hand and offered the sheet. Mr. Carrington took it and it didn’t take him long to see it was blank.

“Why is this incomplete?” he asked. “Or rather, empty, should I say.”

Serenity looked at her hands folded in her lap and gulped again. “I... I don’t know, sir.”

“You don’t know, or you know that you haven’t done your homework?” he insisted.

“I know that I haven’t done my homework,” she squeaked out.

Mr. Carrington didn’t reply right away. Serenity could not see but she could *feel* his brow furrow and his eyes narrow as he looked on. And she was sure everyone else was staring.

“Very well,” the teacher said after another moment. “This is your third black mark, Serenity Michelle Spencer. Guys, we’ll correct your sheets in a few minutes.”

She whimpered and felt tears well up in her eyes as he walked back to his desk. No no no no nonono no noooo NO... she chanted to herself. He was too cute, and he liked her, she just knew, he’d said she was a class leader, he couldn’t do... that... She hoped so hard this wouldn’t mean...

“Please come to the front of class, Serenity.”

The girl whimpered again. She sank deeper into her chair and meekly shook her head no, but he noticed and repeated:

“I said, Serenity, to please come here. Do not make me add a fourth black mark.”

That did it. Four marks? That was unheard of at Clemens. Three marks equaled to a paddling... or a spanking, with this teacher... and the slate was clean. *Could* you get a fourth mark? What *were* the consequences??

Serenity was still frightened, but she decided she did not want to be the specimen for Mr. Carrington’s Four-Marks experiment, so she made herself stand and walked up to the teacher’s desk.

“P-please, Mr. Carrington...” she whimpered, still looking at her feet. “I...”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

His tone was dry, but very calm. He didn’t even raise his voice, if anything, he lowered it some. That scared Serenity even more, if possible. She shook her head, but then added:

“I... I just went to bed late, and... overslept... I didn’t mean to... to...”

“I understand,” he said, as though he’d immediately discarded her explanation as a ‘lack of reasonable motives’ – which in fact he had.

Serenity looked on in a daze as the world spun around her. She felt Mr. Carrington taking hold of her wrist and pulling her behind the desk with him, where he sat on an armless chair. The girl did feel a little relieved that like that she would be basically hidden to her classmates’ view, but that was little consolation as she felt herself be pulled bodily across the brawny teacher’s knees.

“Noo-ooo...” she whined, but it was too late.

He was so tall and she was so short that her hands and feet dangled well above the floor. She looked at the tile for a second before shutting her eyes. A rush of blood went to her head. She submitted to the indignity of such a position, with her bottom so indecently raised it was so vulnerable... and then, suddenly, panicked again as she felt Mr. Carrington’s hands pull up her sundress!

“No!! No, sir, please! Don’t... d-don’t ahh noooo!!”

She squirmed and struggled but was pinned down too well to go anywhere. In seconds the teacher had her dress tucked around her waist and his fingers were working her white cotton panties with a Snoopy pattern down. Serenity squealed as she felt her last barrier of modesty lowered. The hot summer air rushed on her lower half, calves to waist, making her shiver.

This was more naked than naked.

She started to cry even before the first smack hit, and when it did, she just about howled.

SMACK!  “Owwwwww!!”

The swats came slow and very hard. Her tears came quick, and just as hard. Somehow she always managed to forget just how much a spanking stung and how easily she was reduced to tears.

Looking back, the few spankings gotten from her parents (and that one paddling in school) had always brought torrents of tears and snot to her eyes and nose. When it was about spankings she was a crybaby if ever there was one.

“Mister... oww! N-no please!”

Undeterred, the teacher spanked on. His large, rigid palm impacted on her small, quavering backside again and again, once every two seconds or so. Each smack was met with a loud clapping sound and an equally noisy yelp from the young girl.

Serenity bucked and squirmed and kicked her legs as much as she could, but she was no match for him. She was suddenly *very* glad of the desk shielding her peers from view, but she could see their fidgeting feet under the desks and knew they could see at least her crying face.

“Aiieeee!” she yelled as Mr. Carrington spanked her sit-spots.

“Language...” SMACK!! it fell so hard she screamed, “Tardiness...” WHACK!! again, to the same exact spot, “and poor performance.” SMACK!! right there again.

Serenity cried so hard her breath came in ragged sobs and her chest ached. Her vision was blurred and her bottom burned more than she thought possible. Not even those six paddle smacks had hurt so much. Not even Daddy’s belt when he was still alive had. This was just insane! The girl made a mental note to check if Mr. Carrington had not in fact grown paddles in place of hands.

“Next time you earn three marks, I will add a wooden ruler to the spanking with my hand. Is that understood, Serenity Michelle Spencer?”

Had she heard right? A ruler? There was just no way she could bear that. She was sure even a leaf would have hurt like the dickens if he brandished it.

“Yessss sirrrrrrr!!” she howled as her hands flew back to protect her backside.

Mr. Carrington held her wrists in his left hand and spanked again. He delivered six incredibly stinging swats, three on each cheek, that had Serenity bawl a weird throaty sound and arch her back.

Then he let her up. Hadn’t they been so impressed by their friend’s reaction, the other kids would’ve noticed the slight shake of his head, as though he considered Serenity’s response far too vocal over such a little spanking – which in fact, he did.

As soon as she was back on her feet the young girl clutched her burning backside and wailed. Her face was beet red from commotion and embarrassment, and her bottom sure wasn’t any less bright. She was preserved modesty by the dress falling back into place before her peers could steal a look at anything, but right now she didn’t care one iota. She just wanted the throbbing ache to stop!

“To the corner with you,” Mr. Carrington said after a few minutes. “Rub or not, pull up your panties or not, but don’t you move. Understand me, girl?”

Serenity nodded her head like a robot, still far too concerned with the pain in her hind end to truly register what he’d said. Still, she hobbled to the nearest corner and planted her nose there, still crying and sobbing bitterly.

There was just no way she’d want her panties back on right now, so she left them at her knees where they were. Her hands found their way back and she kneaded her sore posterior through the cotton dress, pressing on the scalded flesh with fingertips, then releasing, then rubbing with her open palms and even with the backs of her hands. But nothing could quite soothe the awful sting.

Eventually, though, it subsided. As the Math lesson carried on behind her back, it diminished to a bearable level and so did Serenity’s tears and sobs, now down to the occasional sniffle.

Only when she had been silent for a few minutes – but still nursing her tender derriere – did Mr. Carrington call her out and to the desk.

For a moment Serenity feared he was going to spank her more, but was reassured at seeing a punishment form on the desk. She was handed a pen and scribbled her untidy signature just like she’d had to do after that paddling.

“Very well,” said Mr. Carrington. He drew a line over the three black marks on the register to indicate the matter was sealed. “I hope you have learnt three valuable lessons, Serenity.”

She nodded wordlessly, eyes downcast.

“Good girl. Now gather your things. Class will be out in a few minutes.”

That small hint of praising warmed her heart more than she’d let him know, though it was his hand caressing her cheek, flushed and dry but still tear-streaked, that really made her head buzz.

She made her way back to the desk without a sound, but smiling inwardly. Her bottom stung horrifically all over again as she planted it on the hard wooden chair.

When the bell rang, Sammie stood and briefly hugged Serenity on the way out. “You okay?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah. Th-thanks.”

“How’s it like...?”

“He spanks so hard... but... I...” She shook her head and didn’t finish the thought.

“Oh well,” Sammie shrugged. She was used to hard sessions with her mother’s hairbrush and his father’s heavy straps so this was really no biggie for her. “Call if ya want. You got my number.”

“‘kay.”

When she too had left, Serenity was yet *again* alone with Mr. Carrington... but for once he didn’t pretend she wasn’t there. He had his bag ready and was leaning on the blackboard where Math formulas were still chalked in white. He looked as though he was waiting for her.

She threw her book bag over her shoulder and walked to him in silence, still looking down. Her hands went to knead her bottom again and she muttered a word of apology.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Mr. Carrington nodded. “It happens. No one’s going to think any less of you.”

Serenity shrugged.

“Really. Your friends are all spanked. I was too at your age. No big deal.” He leaned forward and raised her chin so he could look in her big black eyes. “But that doesn’t mean you mustn’t learn from this. Spankings work if they’re rare events that actually teach you something. I don’t want to see your bare bottom over my lap again for the rest of the term. Is that understood, honey?”

Her tummy flip-flopped several times, so many actually that she thought she was going to be sick. First the confession that he had been spanked too; then his touch on her sweaty face; then the words ‘see your bare bottom’ making her blush like CRAZY; and then... ‘honey’... and that smile...

No man had ever called her honey after the death of her father, and Serenity had to gulp to shove her heart out of her throat and back down where it belonged.

“Y-yes, sir... I promise...”

“Hal.”

“W-what?”

“Hal Carrington, is my name.” He gave a small smile. “You can call me Hal when class is out, but only if you behave, or I’m taking it back. Deal?”

Her smile was much more radiant. She brushed away the very last tear from her eye and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, s--... Hal.”

“Good. Come, I’ll take you home.”

He took her hand and walked out of the classroom. Her other hand never left her aching bottom, and the smile danced on her lips all the way back home.

– Finis –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley . Contact for information and / or feedback.