Miss Johnson FF/M By Otkfme@comcast.net

Hope you like this story.  This story is fictional.

Miss Johnson FF/M

As I look back at my early education, one teacher who met a lot
to me was Miss Johnson.  She taught my sixth grade class, and she
helped me get serious about my education.  Up until that time,
school to me was just something you had to sit through.  Until I
had Miss Johnson as a teacher, I didn't do my homework, and I
didn't pay attention in class.

When and where I went to school, corporal punishment was allowed.
 All of the teachers had a paddle that hung next to their desk,
and the teachers would paddle the students both during class and
after school, if you had to stay for detention.  If you were
really naughty, you were sent to the principal's office for an
even harder spanking.

The teachers also informed your parents when you were spanked at
school, and I always received another spanking at home for my bad
behavior.

I received many spankings from Miss Johnson, and they helped me
concentrate on my schoolwork.  Miss Johnson seemed to take an
interest in spanking my poor bottom and helping me get serious
with my education.

Now I was a freshman in college, and it was during spring break
so that I had some time to visit the elementary school I used to
attend.  I timed my arrival at the school so that the students
would be gone but the teachers would still there.  The hallways
seemed a lot smaller than I had remembered, but the old school
building was still the same.  I then went into my old sixth grade
classroom and Miss Johnson was sitting at her desk.

"Hello, Miss Johnson.  I am Clyde from your class about seven
years ago."

"Hi, Clyde.  Yes, I think I remember you.  What brings you back
to the school, again."

"Well, Miss Johnson, I wanted to see the old school and I wanted
to see if you were still teaching here."

"I'm still here.  The school hasn't changed much.  How are you
doing?"

"I'm a freshman in college and I'm studying to be an accountant.
I wanted to let you know that you really helped me take my
education seriously.  In junior high and high school I was a B+
to an A- student, and I studied real hard."

"If I remember right, didn't you get in trouble many times in
class and I gave you quite a few spankings both during class and
after school in detention?"

"Yes, I guess I was quite the trouble maker back then, but your
spankings and your concerns about me really turned around my
education."

"I'm happy to hear that I was instrumental in you getting a
better education.  It will really pay off for you once you finish
college."

"Actually, I wanted to see you for two reasons.  First, to let
you know how you helped me change and that helped me to do better
in school.  Second, that I am now having trouble concentrating in
college, and I was wondering if you could help motivate me again,
like you did in sixth grade."

"I don't have the time to be a college tutor for you, but what
did you have in mind?"

"Remember when I wasn't concentrating in class, or when I didn't
do my homework?"

"Yes, I think I punished you."

"That's right!  I got a spanking from you, either during class or
during detention.  It really made an impression on me.  Now, I'm
not concentrating on my school work in college, and I would like
you to help me out, again."

"Are you saying that you deserve a spanking?  Aren't you a little
too old to be spanked?"

"I'm never too old to be spanked.  And if I were to be spanked by
you, Miss Johnson, maybe it would turn my education around,
again.  Would you please spank me?"

"Since you are older, the spanking would be more severe than what
you received in the sixth grade.  And you would have to sign a
paper giving me permission to spank you, the same letter that I
send out to my student's parents to sign.  Also, that you would
follow my every command without hesitation or complaint.  Do you
agree to my terms?"

"Yes, I would.  Miss Johnson."  Then she reached in her desk
drawer and got out the paper for me to sign.

After I signed the paper, Miss Johnson put it into her desk
drawer and said, "OK Clyde, let's get started with your spanking.
 First, come over and stand by the edge of the desk and drop your
slacks."

I had remembered that Miss Johnson used to spank me over the desk
when I had to stay after for detention.  It was always with my
pants pulled down and she would spank me over my underwear.  So I
dropped my slacks and waited for her next command.

"Now bend over the desk and grab the other side.  Be sure and
stay in position and if you get out of position or rub your
bottom, it will only make your spanking last a lot longer."  Now
it seemed like I was in the sixth grade again, and about to be
spanked by Miss Johnson.  "Your bottom is much bigger now.  It
gives me an easier target to hit."

Then my spanking began.  Miss Johnson was using the big wooden
paddle that hung by her desk.  It didn't seem to hurt as much as
I had remembered.  I didn't say anything and Miss Johnson spanked
me like this for about five minutes.

She must have noticed that I wasn't getting much from my spanking
because Miss Johnson said, "It looks like the spanking isn't
having much effect on you.  I think I know how to make you really
feel it."  With that, I felt her fingertips on the insides of my
briefs.  Soon they were at my ankles with my briefs.  Then I felt
her hands on my now naked bottom.

"Your cheeks aren't even pink, yet.  Now, I think I can change
that."  I did feel embarrassed being bent over and naked from the
waist down.  Miss Johnson continued to spank me, and this time it
did hurt a lot more when then wooden paddle hit my bare bottom.

"This should help you concentrate on your lessons.  Too bad you
are away at college, because you deserve a spanking like this
every week until your grades improve."  Miss Johnson continued to
spank me.  Then I heard a knock on the door and someone walked
in.

"Opps, I didn't mean to disturb you."  A female voice said.

"That's okay."  Miss Johnson said.  "This is Clyde, a former
student, and he wanted me to spank him, again.  Clyde, don't
change your position, but this is Miss Jones, our fifth grade
teacher.  Do you remember her?"

"I think I remember her," I said.

"I just wanted to leave a few papers for you to look at.  I'll be
on my way."

"You can stay if you want, and watch me spank Clyde.  Come over
here and see how his bottom is turning pink."  Miss Johnson said.

Then I felt Miss Jones' hands on my bare bottom.  "It is so much
better to spank someone on their bare bottom.  You can really see
what effect the spanking is having on them.  Clyde, I think I
remember you being a naughty student and getting spanked by me,
too."

"Yes, I guess I was a bad student back then."

My spanking continued as Miss Jones watched.  "I hope this
spanking is having an effect on you."  Miss Johnson said to me.

"I think I have something that will make Clyde really remember
this spanking even more..  We aren't allowed to use it on our
students, but I think it would help in this case.  Let me go back
to my room and get it."  Miss Jones said.

"Okay, I'll keep spanking Clyde until you get back."  Now my
bottom was getting sore and it was beginning to heat up.

In a few minutes Miss Jones returned.  "This is a cane which I
got from a professor who lived in England.  He said it was used
on boys over there on a regular basis.  Usually, only six strokes
were given at a time with the student bent over touching their
toes.  Do you want to try it on Clyde?"

I felt some hands on my bottom, again, then Miss Johnson said,
"Clyde, let's try this cane on you.  Stand up. Move away from the
desk, and bend over and touch your toes.  Miss Jones, why don't
you give Clyde the six strokes of the cane.  Clyde, why don't you
count them for us."

After I was bent over touching my toes I felt the cane tap my
bare bottom as Miss Jones said, "I guess this really stings, but
stay in position and count the strokes."  Then I heard a whistle
and it felt like a straight line of burning fire on my bottom.  I
stood up and rubbed my bottom.

"Bend back down and stay in position, and since you forgot to
count, this will be number one, again."  Miss Jones said.

SWISH!  CRACK!  "One."  It really hurt but I stayed in position.

SWISH!  CRACK!  "Two."  Never had a spanking been so painful for
me.  What was I thinking when I asked for this spanking!

SWISH!  CRACK!  "Three."  My poor exposed bare bottom was really
painful, now.

SWISH!  CRACK!  "Four."  Only two more left.

SWISH!  CRACK!  "Five."

I felt hands on my poor bottom and Miss Johnson said, "Look at
the welts on his bottom.  I can see why they don't let us cane
our elementary school students.  Only one left, Clyde."

SWISH!  CRACK!  "Six."  I somehow managed to count the last
stroke and stay in position.

"Well, I better get back to my classroom, now."  Miss Johnson
said.  "Thanks for letting me help spank Clyde.  And Clyde, you
better be a good boy."

"I will."  I said.  Then I heard the door open and close, again.

"Remember after I spanked you after school I had you stand in the
corner.  Stand up, leave your bare bottom exposed, and stand in
the corner while I finish grading papers."

I felt like a little boy, standing in the corner with my pants
down.  After about ten minutes, Miss Johnson called me over to
her, again.  She sat on a chair and said, "Bend over my lap for a
final hand spanking."  Soon my hands and feet were on the floor
and I was bent over her lap.  Miss Johnson spanked me some more
as she said, "I hope this will help you improve your class work.
Your probably deserve a spanking like this once a week to keep
your grades up.  Too bad you are away at college."

"Actually, the college that I am attending is about an hour's
drive from here."  I said.

Miss Johnson kept spanking me and said, "Why don't I give you my
home address, and I could spank you every Friday night at 7 PM. 
That way you could tell me how well you are doing in college, and
I could spank you to help give you incentive to keep your grades
up."

"Okay," I said.  "Ouch!  I think that would help me out."

I was starting to squirm about because the hand spanking on top
of the six strokes of the cane really hurt.

"Stop moving about so much.  Just a little bit longer and I will
be done with your spanking."  Miss Johnson spanked me for about
two more minutes, and then I felt her hands rubbing my bottom. 
"You should be able to feel this spanking for a few days.  You
can stand up, now, and pull up your pants.  I will give you my
home address and then I expect to see you at 7 PM next Friday for
another spanking."

"Thank you, Miss Johnson."  I said.  "You helped me so much when
I was in the sixth grade and I'm sure this is going to help me
while I am in college."

I left her classroom, rubbing my poor bottom, and wondering what
my spanking on next Friday would be like.  I know this is going
to help me do better in college.

END


