School Year Begins.
Timothy woke up the next morning, ready for the first day of school. He was sleeping on his stomach, of course, and was reminded of the past day's (and week's, and month's...) activities when he rolled over. Rubbing his bottom happily, he got up and went about his morning routine.
He stepped outside and found Megan waiting for him to walk together.
"Hello!" she said, smiling. Timothy looked around to make sure there were no witnesses and gave her a quick kiss. Megan slapped him affectionately on his still smarting backside, and he gave an exaggerated wince. She chuckled. "Still sore, huh?"
"Oh yeah. That strap is nasty." Timothy replied, truthfully.
"Well, you certainly earned it." Megan giggled. "Besides, we had to get it in while we could." she continued, sobering. "I'm not sure how much we'll be able to play during the school year."
The two continued on to school, holding hands. They were in the same homeroom. During the first break, they compared schedules. There weren't many overlaps, unfortunately. The first week passed mostly uneventfully. Then, Friday came. Timothy and Megan met as usual and walked to school.
"I have 'advisory' first," Timothy said. "No teacher listed, though." Megan looked over his shoulder.
"Weird. My mom said they were adjusting the schedule. Maybe they didn't update it."
The bell rang to end homeroom, and they hurried to their classes. Timothy's advisory period was in a room he didn't recognize. It took him a while to find it, but he was there in plenty of time. It wasn't a classroom at all, but was in the area of the school where teacher's offices were. He opened the door and stepped in.
Seated behind a desk, smiling, was Ms. Johnson.
"Hello there!" she said brightly.
Timothy took a moment to recompose himself. He certainly hadn't expected this.
"Please, put your things down and sit. We have a lot to talk about. You'll notice I prepared the chair especially for you." Timothy looked down and noted that there was a thick, soft pillow on the seat. He chuckled, and sat down. The residual soreness from his strapping before school started had mostly faded, but he appreciated the gesture.
"So." Ms. Johnson began. This is advisory, which is a new thing the school is trying. A few of our more promising students will have one-on-one meetings with students to keep track of their progress during the year. I made a special request to have you assigned to me." She smiled broadly. "I hope you are ok with that."
Timothy nodded enthusiastically.
"In fact," Ms. Johnson continued, "I have a few ideas for....motivational techniques....that might be especially effective for you. You might have an inkling what I'm talking about." She winked broadly.
Timothy blinked. He was completely taken off guard, and didn't catch what Ms. Johnson meant at first. The two stared at each other in silence as it slowly dawned on him.
"Oh....ooooooooohhhhh." he exclaimed, wide eyed.
"Exactly. We meet once a week. I am going to give you a form to complete each week that lets me know how you are coming along in your classes, and how your behavior has been. Of course, I expect that everything will be positive, but I definitely encourage you to be honest and forthright. I will be checking in with your teachers regularly, and any dishonesty will have severe consequences." With that, she reached into a drawer and withdrew the strap, placing it on the desk.
"You know what this feels like and, unless I miss my guess, you're not eager to repeat the experience...am I right?"
Timothy nodded slowly, wide-eyed."
"It is my hope that I won't need to use this this year," Ms Johnson ran her hand along the strap's length, almost affectionately, "... but you should know that it's there. Of course, you know very well that that's not my only option. I'll use other methods of motivation as seem appropriate each week, understood?"
"Yes, Ms. Johnson."
"And, of course, I'll be reviewing your midterm and semester grades. I think that an expectation of straight a's is appropriate, given your potential."
Timothy puffed up a bit at the praise, though that was somewhat muted by the word "expectation".
"..so, any shortfalls will be dealt with appropriately. B and up...and that includes an a minus" she shook her finger at him "....and I will put you over my knee. C and up, it's the hairbrush. Anything below a C....well, let's hope we don't need to deal with that."
Timothy nodded. He was an excellent student, and he was pretty confident he could handle that.
He discussed his classes, and his plans to prepare for each of them, with Ms. Johnson for the next few minutes. She had some excellent ideas to help him, and he took a lot of notes. There were about 10 minutes left in the period when Ms. Johnson stood.
"Well, looks like we have just enough time to deal with this week's unpleasantness." she said, walking from behind the desk and pulling her chair out. Timothy blanched. Ms Johnson looked at him, somewhat surprised. "You didn't think I was going to let you go into the weekend without a.....motivational chat....did you?"
"No, Ms. Johnson." Timothy mumbled. He stood and placed his hands on his head without being asked. Ms. Johnson smiled, and slowly unbuttoned his pants. Timothy felt the familiar anticipation in his stomach. It was more intense because this was all so unexpected. She slowly lowered his pants and underwear to his knees, and led him to his familiar place at her right side.
"You know I don't give gentle spankings. So this is going to hurt. But it's just to motivate you, so I won't be too harsh today." Without further ado, she pulled him across her knee and started spanking him briskly.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
Her hand came down repeatedly. Timothy tried to keep from crying out, but he couldn't prevent a few muffled sobs from escaping. He had thought the soreness from the week before school was completely gone, but Ms. Johnson's hand brought back the deep ache he had felt.
SMACK SMACK SMACK!
True to her promise, she was not gentle with him. She spanked quickly, and ever slap was hard. Timothy felt the first brimmings of tears at the corners of his eyes, and soon felt them dripping from the tip of his nose to fall on the tiled floor. He clutched helplessly at the leg of Ms. Johnson's chair.
Ms Johnson let him up literally seconds before the bell rang to end the period. Timothy quickly pulled his pants up, wincing as they passed his freshly sore bottom. He gathered up his books.
"Oh, Timothy...make sure to tell Megan to call me first."
Timothy looked askance at her.
Ms. Johnson chuckled. "Don't tell me you've forgotten her rule already? If you get spanked, you get a harder one from Megan. I certainly don't see any reason why this one shouldn't count. She is more than welcome to use your old room as needed during the school year."
"Hurry along now. If you're late for class, I will know about it." Ms Johnson slapped his bottom hard to send him on his way.