Sir & Skoolie ch1

[Champagned]

Jane was in her final year at St. Carl’s boarding school and so desperately wanted to leave. Father, though, had made her stay. In need of excitement she had chosen to do the business module available to seniors as it had the chance of working outside the school as a secretary for one day a week if the headmaster allowed. Jane didn’t know why but the thought of being a businessman’s secretary sent a tingle of excitement through her body.

And so here she was on a cold Monday morning sitting in the mathematics room which had intrigued her so much since the first year of her stay. Possibly it was the traditional wooden benches and tables that the pupils had to sit at during class or perhaps it was the old-fashioned black chalkboard that did it but this room stimulated Jane's inner brat every time. Sat at the back of the classroom feeling the cold wooden bench on her bare thighs, the stirring inside was uncontrollable.

It was a hive of activity and nervous excitement as all the girls waited to see what Mr Jackson was like. The headmaster had told them that as Business was a new subject a new “Sir” would be arriving at the school to teach the curriculum. Jane enjoyed it when new teachers arrived; often she would play up in their classes and misbehave in the naughtiest ways just to see the reaction that she could induce from them. Jane was a good girl most of the time, sweet caring and friendly to teachers and fellow pupils alike but sometimes it was as if she was driven by an inner naughtiness she could not control and now that feeling was rising in her again.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr Jackson entered. Jane looked him up and down, he appeared quite young for a teacher perhaps in his late twenties, tall with dark features, broad strong shoulders. In contrast to the other teachers at St. Carl's who wore ill fitting shirts and beige trousers, Jane noticed that his three piece pinstripe suit was immaculately tailored; he carried himself with an assured confidence that belied his age.

“Good morning class, my name is Mr Jackson but you will call me Sir. I will be teaching the Business module this year which I know you will find both exciting and educational, now before I begin may I have a volunteer to hand out the jotters?”

Jane's hand shot up, she was keen to get a look at Sir close up and as the jotters were kept in the cabinet behind his desk it seemed like an ideal opportunity. “You at the back there, you seem very keen, very well girl come down to the front and collect the jotters for the class.” Sir added, “Your name please?”
“Jane, Sir”
“Very well Jane, now hurry.”

Walking down to the front of the class a wave of mischievous thoughts took over and suddenly she had a very naughty idea. Jane already saw what Sir was wearing so why shouldn’t she show him what she had on? Sir was sat at his large oak desk as she opened the cabinet doors to his left he was no more than two feet away. The jotters were on the bottom shelf of the cabinet so Jane put her impish plan into action...

Instead of kneeling she bent over to reach the jotters thrusting her pert round bottom back toward Sir and as her little red checkered skirt rode up she could feel the rush of cold air, the only item of clothing now covering Jane's modesty was her crisp white set of “good girl” knickers. Hoping that her little performance would make him notice a quick glance round confirmed that her plan had worked, Sir was indeed casting glances towards her!

Handing the jotters out convinced that Sirs cheeks would be red with embarrassment she turned to face him. They were not. In fact quite the opposite was true. Sir caught Jane's eye and held it with a long stern stare bringing out goose bumps on her skin. No teacher had ever looked at her like that before; it was strict but not angry and suggested that perhaps Jane hadn’t got away with her mischievous stunt after all. Sir then broke the silence of the classroom. “Jane hurry up please, we have not got all day to wait around, we are here to learn”.

Sitting down at her desk she pouted; chided in public and didn’t like it one bit! But instead of pacifying her bratishness it gave her renewed impetus, the tingling grew stronger and soon she was enveloped with a need to be naughty, Sir thought he was sooo smart did he? Think he can chide this minx? No way sur-ree!

The lesson began with an explanation as to what a business was. Sir talked and asked the girls questions. Finally after what seemed like an age Sir asked Jane. “do you know what the most important item to a business is?”
“Lollipops Sir?”
“No girl it is not, try again please”
“OK Sir, well how about cute little puppies instead?” Jane felt so excited, she was bratting this new Sir right in front of the class!
“Also incorrect Jane and I think you know that. I will give you one more chance to answer me properly, now please tell the class what the most important item to a business is. You will find it in your handout for this lesson.”
Jane was taken aback. Usually when she started bratting a teacher they simply moved on to avoid embarrassment. Not Sir though. Jane was now so buoyed on by her impudent behavior though she just couldn’t stop;
“Frilly knickers Sir?” The class burst out laughing and Jane joined in, she had shown Sir that no one could handle a proper minx like her! But as the laughter died down Sir affixed Jane with that gaze again, “Girl you will report to my private study immediately after this class. It is room H23”. Jane had been told to report to teachers rooms before but Sir had been so calm and firm in the delivery, this time she felt it would be different.

Class finished. Sir had left the room and reminded Jane were she was to report to, “I’ll be there Sir”
“Very good” he replied. Jane suddenly felt extremely nervous, just what did Sir have in store for her?

Jane knocked on the large wooden door, “Enter” Sir said. “Now girl place your satchel on the coat stand and stand in front of my desk please”. Jane did as she was told stopping on the red carpet noticing a large full length mirror in the corner. “So girl I take it from your performance today that you may be quite the mischief maker in class?”
“No Sir, I just, well I just didn’t know the answer”
“That may well be true girl but what do you have to say for yourself after flashing your underwear?”
Jane's cheeks went red, she had almost forgotten about that!
“Well, I just, I ermm, I don’t know Sir”
“From what I can gather you thought that I might not be able to deal with girl who has such an impudent attitude, am I correct?”
“I’m sorry Sir, I just like to have fun in class, I wont do it again, honest!” that line always worked with teachers, surely Sir would fall for it too.

Sir stood up and walked round behind Jane, she had not previously noticed his height. “Girl as much as I would like to believe that I think perhaps you need to be administered a punishment to fully make you understand that your behavior in class today was not acceptable”, Sir continued “Now step forward toward my desk please”. Jane silently did as she was told, confused as to what was about to happen. “Spread your legs slightly and place your palms flat either side of my writing board please”. Jane complied, now nervously panting under her breath, still she was not sure what was about to occur.

She felt Sirs hands on the bottom of her skirt. He lifted it up tucking it gently into the elasticized band of her new crisp white good girl knickers, for the second time today her bottom was on show close to Sir although this time it was not of her choosing. “If you are intent on displaying your bottom to me it will be in full view when you receive your punishment”. Sir then placed his left hand on Jane's back but it was what his right hand did that shocked her!

Jane felt it caress her bottom just to the side of her knickers and then Sir spoke, “for both your flashing of underwear and brattish attitude in my class you shall receive a dozen firm strokes to the rear”.
Jane's cheeks flushed, this had never happened before however instead of running she felt compelled to stay, not out of fear but because deep down she knew she deserved it.

Jane sensed Sir raise his right hand and then…..

WHACK!!! Her right buttock stung from the firm spank, Jane winced…
WHACK!!! This time to the left cheek, the pain was sharp and stinging…
WHACK!!! “This is what naughty girls in my classroom receive"
WHACK!!! “Ow! Ow!” please Sir I’m sorry!” Jane pleaded between pants…
WHACK!!! her cheeks begin to warm…
WHACK!!! “Six down and six to go girl” Sir said as he continued to spank…
WHACK!!! “Sir!” Jane panted in vein…
WHACK!!! “Oh Sir, please, I’m sorry Sir!”…
WHACK!!! Jane moved her left hand to cover her bottom, Sir softly pinned it to her back…
WHACK!!! “Now girl, it was your naughty behavior that earned you this”…
WHACK!!! “Yes Sir, I was naughty, I’m sorry Sir!”
WHACK!!! “You have to be taught a good firm lesson.”
WHACK!!! “I’ve learned my lesson Sir, Ow Sir I truly have!” Jane whispered…

Sir let go, placing her hand back on the table as she lay catching a few breaths. Her bottom ached, her sex felt excited, wanting to be touched, her brattishness quelled, a want fulfilled. Looking to the side she saw her bottom again in the full length mirror now bright red and in stark contrast to the pure whiteness of her knickers.

Sir untucked the skirt placing it gingerly down on her aching cheeks. “Now stand and face me please”. Jane did as she was instructed, suddenly she was cocooned in a warming hug from Sir, he softly said “You have learned your lesson for today, go back and join your friends.”

Jane walked out grabbing her satchel on the way, looking back at Sir just once, he smiled. Walking down the corridor Jane could still feel every stroke on her bottom, she smiled. The punishment would not be her last from Sir but she knew that he would be fair, every stroke given would be earned, if she chose to be naughty she would have to accept the consequences. Jane had an inner brat that needed to be dealt with and no amount of writing lines was enough, there was only punishment that was going to do for her now –

A good firm spanking…