Tech Topples Teacher

A Bad Choice

Phone calls from the school never seem to bring good news. Thankfully, I was home and between jobs so I had a chance to take the call right away. "Mr. Jones, would you be able to come down to the school today to discuss what you son wrote in his story today? If now isn't convenient, I have other times."

Well, that certainly didn't sound good at all. Not one bit, but rather than let things linger, I told my son's teacher I would be right over. The school wasn't that far from our house so it was just a short ride and I was there. It was after 3:15 on a Friday so most of the school's teachers were long gone. After I saw that the principal Roger's sweet old Land Cruiser was also gone, I remembered it was a PD Day for students. Odd time to call especially with the weekend here but...

She was waiting at the door for me and let me into the school. Not a single soul appeared to be there which was even stranger as teachers tended to stay in groups whenever possible. Oh well, it's not like I was 'stranger danger' to her. A short walk down the hall brought us to her classroom. It was a bit off the main hallway and a bit isolated and her shoe heels clicked the whole way down. The blinds were pulled but that was normal when you watch a projected image on the screen for much of the learning. A couple of chairs were set up in front of a computer with an open Google Document on it. She offered me a seat on the left side and quickly scrolled down the document to paragraph where she highlighted a sentence. It read, 'My teacher is a dumb cunt.' To the point, pretty rude, and there in 14 point font.

"That's not how I think of you, Sarah", was my first response.

She looked at me like I had grown another head and replied, "Thank you very much, Mike, nor do I. The issue is, your son put this in his piece of writing."

"Huh, that's not much like him. He quite likes you. I think he really likes you actually. Sure he put that in there?"

"Completely sure, no students have access to any student's work. It's only me that can open, comment, and revise their work. Completely impossible. It had to be him."

"Well, kids can be devious. Could anyone have used his computer when he wasn't around?"

"Completely impossible as well. He and I are the only ones with access."

"Okay, May I have the mouse for a moment? I'd like to check something."

"Of course, here it is."

For those not familiar with Google Documents, there is a menu option of Version History that shows any changes made, when they were made, and, more importantly for this story, who made them. I scrolled down the list and found the last change came from his teacher. "I see you made a change here..." and clicked on it. Any changes made are highlighted so you can track what changed easily. Highlights, before both of us, in the change clearly made by her was the sentence, My teacher is a dumb cunt.

"Sarah, I am puzzled. Can you explain?"

Shaking, she sat beside me. Her whole body rocked and shook as she took in large gulps of air. "It was me, I wrote it, I wrote that I was a dumb cunt!"

I gave her a few minutes to collect herself as this was a story I had to hear.

A description of Sarah is in order, I suppose, as I pause to wait on her ability to continue. Dark hair past the shoulder, dark brown eyes, a body slightly past prime with large breasts, a bit of belly, and shapely hips and ass. She was in a red sweater, tight blue jeans, brown calf high boots as she sat there sobbing. She was about 5' 3" tall and pleasing to a discerning eye. I had always found her attractive in an abstract way but had never even thought to pursue anything. She stopped crying and looked me straight in the eye.

"I had this idea that if I got your son in trouble, you would spend more time talking to me about what can be done and I could show you how much I like you. One of my friends was with you years ago and she still goes on about how much she loved being with you and how in charge you were. After my husband left me for that car sales woman last month, I decided to see if you might be interested in taking control of me but didn't know how to approach you." She looked at me hopeful and bashful at the same time.

"So you set up my son with something that would get him suspended or expelled just to talk to me? You have jeopardized your career as everything done within this system is logged and ready for an audit. It's pretty telling that this is going no where fast or good for you anytime soon." I could tell this is not what she expected and that sweet expression gave way to one of fear and suspicion.

"But I just meant to use it to talk to you..."

"What would Roger say about this, Sarah? I know when we talk, he always speaks highly of you at the school What would he think of one of his favourite teachers setting up a student so you can spread your legs like a whore?" It was as if I slapped her.

"You can't tell Roger, I'd lose my job and pension and life... please, no... I just wanted to get to know you."

"Sarah, you really surprised me. I thought so much more of you. I am not sure what I will do about this. In the meantime, change that work back and mark the boy's work. He seems to have done a lot of work before you got to it. I hope he doesn't see that comment." I got up and started to walk out.

"No, Mike, no, please, don't go. I will make this right by you. Mr. Jones, please come back..."

I continued to walk down the hall to the sounds of her sobs. I felt bad but this was beyond the pale.

As I climbed on the bike, I started to think about what she had said. 'Take control' was the expression she used. Interesting. I wonder who she had spoken to? There were a few that really enjoyed the power exchange and submission but I couldn't quite figure out which one it might be. I was interested to see how long it would be before she called or texted.

The little ding ten minutes after I got home gave me the answer. The second was close behind as was the third. The boy was out at his friend's house out of the city and my wife was away with her sister for a girls' weekend away. Might as well see who was messaging.

Sarah

I am so sorry.

Please message me back.

So sorry.

Me

Apology accepted.

Sarah

Mike, I want to make this right!

Me

You did. Apology accepted.

Sarah

I know your son is at Jeff's and your wife is out of town with her sister.

Me

How? Oh, wait, the boy told you, eh?

Sarah

I have to make this up to you. Can I stop by?????

Me

I have to get my mower going. Talk later.

I am not sure if I heard her walk in or if I sensed her but she was standing inside of my garage. I looked out for her car but only saw an ebike. That explains how she came up so quietly.

"Mike, I am so sorry I did that and tried to make something happen."

"We went over that. Apology accepted. Time to move on."

Out of the blue, she said, "Mike, I know you spanked my friend when she was naughty."

It's true. I love impact play, spanking, caning, paddling, corporal punishment, whatever you want to call it. Not everyone does but those that do... so much fun.

"And?"

"I need you to do that to me."

She looked around and pressed the garage door button on the wall. The door came down noisily then silence returned. The air warmed slightly and seemed shimmer slightly.

"Is this what you really want, Sarah?"

"Yes, this and more."

"You will make a video recording for me for consent purposes."

"Yes."

"Do you have any hard limits?"

"No underage, no cutting, no scat, no vomit, no animals."

Damn, I had expected the 'what's a hard limit?', not a well rehearsed list. Just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. Glad she stopped by now.

"You can do a simple video on your phone with your name, address, and phone number. Say you give consent for any sexual or physical actions I do. Beg me to take control of your mind and body. Thank me for considering you once you finish."

As I listened to her speak clearly and enunciate each word, begging for me to take control, to take command. I was thinking of where this was going to go. Clearly she had inner desires that needed quenching. Or heating up more.

She sent me the video and I played it back for her, making her watch it twice. I could sense her growing excitement and desire. She bit her lip lightly on the second showing and turned to face me.

My phone rang. "Hey dad, can I stay at Jeff's this weekend? We are going fishing at the river and want to camp out in our hammocks. I grabbed my pack with all my stuff so you don't even have to bring anything out to me. We'll eat what we catch." I looked over at Sarah who had listened to every word. She blushed bright red as I responded, "Enjoy. Call me on Sunday when you need to be picked up. Love you, son." After hanging up, I caught Sarah's eye and smiled. "You sure about this?"

She nodded three times then focused her eyes on the floor in front of me.

For the first time, I noticed her belly breathing. With full consent, it was time to see what I was working with. As I reached for her sweater, she raised her arms and blushed further. The sweater pulled off easily leaving her large breasts hanging in front. Gravity had played nicely with her and her nipples pointed straight ahead. For such a small frame, they were large, Ds or DDs at least. I walked around behind her and cupped both with my hands. My index finger and thumb squeezed each nipples eliciting a moan and a wiggle. Reaching further down, I found the button and zipper for her jeans. With a tug and a pull, both were open allowing me to slide the jeans down her hips and ass to her boots. As I did, my face pressed into her back and saw the thong she was wearing. Matching the sweater, the fine red mesh arched over each cheek. With my hands on her hips, I had her spin around to face me where I could see that the mesh hid little of the shaved mound and presented her lips beautifully.

"Step out of your jean and hang them over here." With lovely movement, she did and came to stand beside me in just her panties. "Last chance to back out, Sarah." Three shakes of her head and red cheeks told me what I needed to know.

"Let's get the punishment out of the way first, then we can talk about what you really NEED from me. Sounds good?" The nodding head said it all.

""I think the paddle is the right choice for you. Enough impact to mean something but less chance of any cuts or lasting marks on these fine cheeks." Whatever she was doing to keep herself in shape was working. Her skin was creamy soft and looked well cared for.

I have a workshop with a few hidden drawers to keep prying eyes away. I am pretty sure that it's just my wife and I that know about it. To this number, I added one more. Sarah. The paddles were heavily used before I married as I was in a number of D/sub relationships but once I met my wife, that became more limited as I focused on her needs. She had given me permission to indulge that that side of things but I tended not to... most of the time. Tonight though, Sarah needed to learn.

I selected a nice paddle of oak and allowed her to see it. "Fine grain, dense, great handle. You will remember this for some time. Hold this paddle while I get things ready. Hands out and receive it from me, Sarah." Standing there, breasts free with panties on and jeans around her knee high boots, she certainly looked ready for her punishment. In minutes, I had a solid, wooden sawhorse in place with a piece of foam and a blanket that was at hand. It would support hundreds of pounds without moving a bit so Sarah had no worries of it falling over. I knew she watched as I could hear her breathing increasing.

"What you have done is quite serious, Sarah. You have involved my child, you have imperilled yourself, and you have lied all to get what you want. It doesn't look like you do much spanking at all so this isn't going to be fun. It's going to hurt, you will try to get out of it, and you may not like it at all. I will give you one more chance to back out."

Shaking her head she looked directly at me for the first time. "I am sorry and will make this up to you, Sir." She stood holding the paddle out with only a slight shake and waited.

"So be it. Hand me the paddle and take the rest of your clothing off and put it on the bench over there. Once you are done, go over to the sawhorse and put your hands on it and wait for my commands." Paddle in hand, I watched as she worked to get the boots off with her jeans around her knees. It was awkward but she had them off quickly. "Turn and display your body to me." In only her red mesh panties, she turned slowly showing off her voluptuous figure finishing facing away from me to best show her ass off. "Panties, too." She slid them down her hips with straight legs and stepped out of them. She was completely shaved.

Standing, bent over the sawhorse, I knew she was ready. After taking off the panties, she had lowered her eyes and walked to the sawhorse giving me a fantastic view of her ass and full body. I knew the saleswoman her husband ran away with and couldn't see the reason why. Younger and a bit prettier than Sarah, but an ass not even close to the shapeliness, I knew all the things the saleswoman had done before hooking up with Sarah's former husband and had both pictures and videos. Sarah didn't know this but I had some plans of what was to come.

"I will start with ten strokes in that position, Sarah. Prepare yourself. Feet shoulder width apart, hands on the sawhorse, brace yourself for the paddle stroke. Stick your ass out a bit once you are ready."

The movement into position was instant. Her ass, already shapely, was made for display. "We shall begin."

The first crack of paddle on her flesh passed with seconds of silence. It was a moderate strike and fell directly across her cheeks. I saw her inhale deeply, collect herself, and surprisingly, respond with, "One, Sir." Either she watched a lot of spanking porn or she was a natural. Or both. Resuming my stance, I paced the next eight strokes for maximum effect. Each was counted and she did not move from her position though on stroke seven, she bent at the knees slightly to relieve some of the pressure building. "We are at the final stroke, Sarah. I want you to know this finishes your punishment." She nodded but said nothing as it seemed likely that any voice would bring tears flowing. "Ready for the last one?" She spread her feet a bit further apart and stuck her ass out a bit further.

"Yes, Sir. Please may I have the final one?"

I am not the type to finish with a massive stroke that many might do to catch the spankee by surprise. I find it breaks the mood and often ruins sessions. The final strike was measured and fell just as the first nine had. There was a deep inhale, a catch of breath, and a quiet, "Ten, Sir."

"You may stand up properly, Sarah. Let me know if you are dizzy." She stood tall without any issue. Her ass, bright red, matched her panties lying on the bench beside her. Previously unseen tears rolled down her face and dripped onto her chest.

"Thank you, Sir, for today. I have been drifting for a while now and needed that to come back. I am truly sorry for what I did but I'd do it again to experience this again." She looked at me with wet eyes and pure joy.

Being early evening and having missed supper, I was getting hungry. "I am going to order some take out, would you like to join me?"

"No, Sir, let me cook for you. I haven't had anyone to cook for in a long time. I will have something together quickly for you. After that, I want to thank you properly." She waited for my response.

"Sounds good. I will show you where you can find things." We went into the house after she gathered her clothing. The kitchen was right off the garage and she certainly knew her way around it. Standing there, making an omelette with fiery cheeks, I knew where her ex had gone wrong. It's all in the training with a firm hand keeping things on the level. I was going to rectify that.