Disclaimer:- This is a work of fiction

Part 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/spanking_punishments/s/8HkL249orj

The Thursday last week had been the first time I received a bare bottom spanking. The next week or so, I'd been spank free.

What I found the most interesting about the punishment was the effect it had on me. For some unknown reason, it aroused me. While not immediate, thinking of the spanking, the stress positions, the humiliation greatly increased my libido. The first thing Id do on reaching home would be to jerk off to her dominant personality.

Another thing that surprised me was how natural my teacher considered my submission. When I kissed her feet to take off her slippers, she showed the least hesitation. Her spanking technique was also really good; almost as she had experience doing it.

Nevertheless, the spankings had the desired effect on me. Once my mind had cleared, I realised that my concentration had greatly increased. I was not longer distracted by social media and games. I completed in hour  work that would have taken 3. The fact that I scored well on my daily tests reflected this.

My relationship with her had also warmed. I would touch her feet after entering her house and before leaving, thanking her. We also had small talk a couple times. She'd enquire about my personal life and often reveal about hers. A couple times, I also stayed for lunch (the session ended at 1).

The Friday test came sooner than expected, but I had left no stone unturned to prepare for it. Regardless of the later arousal, I wanted to avoid a spanking. A butt blistering followed by school boy punishments was the last thing I wanted to start my weekend with. The exam went well; better than expected. Before leaving, she asked me to come on the same time tomorrow to discuss any improvements in my answers.

I was nervous about the results in the evening. Even more so the next day. It must be evident on my face; when I walked on her house on Saturday and touched her feet, she said," I wouldn't worry too much. Just a bit though." What did she mean by that?

I went in and sat on the sofa chair I usually sat on. The one foot ruler she used on me the last week was lying on the table infront. I soon understood what she meant by her sentence.

I had scored 83/100, 2 marks less than her benchmark of 85. Was she going to spank me for just 2 marks? I hoped it won't be too hard; I had a date that evening and didn't want to go for it with a sore bottom.

Almost mirroring my thoughts, she asked, " Do you need a spanking for 2 marks?" I was silent. Part of me wanted to go over saree covered lap and get spanked to the verge of crying. The other, sane part however wanted the date to go smoothly.

" Your silence means just one thing. Of course you do. Since you didn't score too less, it'll be quick" she said, picking up the ruler. "Stand up, drop your pants and kneel on the sofa. Knees on the seat." I complied. This position was much more comfortable than being jacknifed. She told me to stick out my tush so as to have a bigger target. "I hope you remember the rules" she reminded tapping my naked ass with her ruler.

SMACK! It caught me in the middle of the curvature. "One, thank you ma'am" I said as if it was my second nature. SMACK! This one was on my sit spot. "Two, thank you ma'am." SMACK! SMACK! These 2 were on my right cheek, followed by 2 on the left. I obviously didn't forget to count and thank her. I couldn't help but compare this to the Thursday's thrashing I had received; kneeling on a soft sofa with barely a dozen swats was much better than touching toes and receiving more than 3 dozen. I'd forget about them in an hour. SMACK! "Seventeen, thank you ma'am." " Ok, I believe this was enough. I don't think you need corner time. Pull up your pants and sit down. We will discuss the mistakes."

The sofa chair was obviously well cushioned, making it easier for me to sit. The improvements were reviewed in about 20-25 minutes. I observed that my teacher was stretching her legs and twirling her ankles every few minutes. Once we were done with the exam, I started some small talk. Turned out that the previous evening, she had gone to her niece's wedding wearing 3 inch heels. She hadn't worn them in years and as such, had lost the habit. Hence her ankles and calves were aching.

I offered to massage her feet which she accepted without hesitation. I sat on the ground with my legs folded, removed her slippers and put them on my lap. I had some experience in this and she understood that soon. We soon resumed our conversation. I couldn't help but imagine how this would have looked toban outsider; her sitting on a couch like a queen while I was sitting on the floor, massaging her feet like a servant. I was glad to be wearing jeans as it hid my excitement.

5 minutes in, she told me fetch a bottle of massage oil. It was in a cupboard in another room. I found it in the top most drawer. Out of (stupid) curiosity, I opened the drawer below and was surprised by what I found. I found the paddle that she used last week, but that wasn't all. There was a bigger, almost 2 feet paddle that was just as thick but wider than the previous one. Another instrument that caught my eye was a leather strap made of 2 belts stitched together. There were some other implements as well; a ping pong paddle, wooden spoon, hair brush. Behind the cupboard was a 3 feet cane as thick as my thumb with one end covered with rubber for better grip.

I froze and couldn't stop looking. I must have been there for a long time since ma'am herself came to see what took so long. I didn't realise her presence until I felt a smack on my butt.

" I don't remember asking you to snoop around" she said annoyed. "What happens to naughty boys? Of course, they get spanked " she said holding my ears. She dragged to the centre of the living room and pulled out a chair.

She gestured me to approach her. As I can near, she unbuckled and pulled down my jeans. My boxers went down next. "Over my lap. I'll teach you to behave." I did so. "I will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Don't bother counting, you won't be able to." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She started with the right cheek. She managed to land them all on the same spot. After setting my right cheek on fire, she did the same to my left.

I observed the pattern; 5 on right, 5 on left 5 on each sit-spot. She was right; it was hard to count them given my butt was on fire. After about a 120-150 swats, she stopped. I hadn't observed this before but she had brought the hair brush with her. The flat head was slightly larger than her palm. When I sensed her rubbing my tush with it, I knew I won't be using hard chairs for a while.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! She alternated between the two cheeks. A few dozen swats later, my butt had gone from frying pan to fire. If I was on the verge of years before, I was bawling now. She had been pretty thorough in covering every inch of my poor ass.

"Am I getting through you?" She asked in the middle. " Yes ma'am." "Good. Just a few more." After nearly 6 dozen swats, she was done with the hairbrush.

"Get up now" she ordered slapping me "stand in the corner with hands on your head. Don't you dare rub or you'll be back across my lap." I started walking with my pants dangling across my ankles. I was happy for the corner time, I just wanted to bury my head in a corner. My bottom was glowing like a beacon.

I stood there for around half an hour. She called me back to the spot. To my surprise, the strap, the bigger paddle were lying there along with the cane.

" I was hoping I wouldn't need to use them, but it seems you can't go without a beating. Just so you know, next time onwards, in your weekly test, if you scored less than 75, you'd get the paddle. Less than 70 would bring in the strap as well. And if you fail to cross even cross 63, I'll make sure you know what best of 6 with a cane feels like."

"Now bend over and touch your toes. You'll get 8 each with the first 2 and 3 with the cane." I couldn't believe my ears. 19 more swats? My ass was already on fire, and the corner time hadn't reduced much pain. However, disobeying would have made matters worse and I complied.

I felt the paddle tapping my ass. THWACK! it took me off gaurd, but I didn't forget the rules. " One, thank you ma'am" I said, sobbing. THWACK! "Two, thank you ma'am. " This was big enough to cover my entire 'ample butt', as she liked to call it...... THWACK! "Five, thank you ma'am." This was too hard and I bent my knees a bit, but otherwise held my position. This happened during the next 3 swats as well.

She then picked the strap. After what seemed like a long pause I felt my butt on fire again. While not as heavy the paddle, it's flexibility gave it a good sting. I was buvking my knees every now and then due to the stings. "Looks like my class has made you a better twerker than those girls on reels. Anyway, time for the cane"

I heaved a sigh of relief; just 3 more to go. As the cane made contact, I felt a thin line of fire emerge. The cane wrapped itself with my flesh. An angry weal emerged. She expertly placed the next 2 parallel to the first. How was she so good at it?

I knew the rules; not to get up unless allowed to. She left me that way for a couple minutes and then allowed me to rub. This wasn't the end of my ordeal however. She told me to sit on the hard bench and write " I won't snoop around in my teacher's class" 100 times in a notebook. After that, I was made to perform 40 deep squats holding my ears. Every time I went down, my muscles were reminded of the spanking.

By the time this was done, she was sitting on the couch watching TV. Her feet were propped up on an ottoman. She pointed to her feet and the order was clear; massage my feet before going. Didn't matter that she had just thrashed my bottom raw. Since I was tender, I decided to kneel infront of the ottoman and do the rest. Thankfully, the oil bottle was just there.