When I was first handed this scenario, I didn't think about doing a prequel to Teacher's Pet, Chpt. 1. In fact, I had never planned a prequel. I was planning a sequel (and still am) but I saw in this a way to explain how Ron's spanking fetish first began and decided to run with it. If you haven't read Teacher's Pet yet don't worry. You don't need to before you read this. But if you are intrigued by what you read here and then want to read more... well far be it from me to discourage you.
Ron Matthews had spent virtually all of his 18 years living next door to Melissa Robbins. She and her husband, Roger, moved into the compact three-bedroom ranch style house when he was just learning to walk. Though she had no children of her own, she had very strong maternal instincts and Ron's parents, as well as the other parents in the neighborhood, always found her to be a willing babysitter. And her training as an Emergency Room nurse had prepared her to deal with whatever unexpected occurrences that life might throw at her young charges.
Ron had only vague recollections of Melissa's fireman husband but clearly remembered the day he died while fighting a blaze at a local nursing home. It seemed like the entire neighborhood gathered at the house of the grieving widow that day and over the course of the following week, several people were in and out of the house, including his own parents. He also remembered seeing any number of other firemen at her home as time wore on. When he asked his mom about it she told him that Melissa no longer had a man around the house and sometimes needed help with things. He told his mom that he could be the man and she chuckled indulgently.
Over the years they developed a close relationship and Ron grew to think of her as his 'cool aunt', one who always took him seriously and treated him more like an equal than any of him family members did. No matter how cool she was though, she was never afraid to correct his behavior when he got out of line. He'd been on the receiving end of more than a few stinging paddlings to his bare butt and his parents never objected. They assured Melissa that they would do the same thing under the circumstances. Over the years, Ron came to not mind the spankings so much, at least not after they were over. Actually getting them was another story but once he was done 'paying off his debt', as he came to look at it, he felt like he could walk away with a clear conscience. In fact, it was Melissa who taught him the value of just coming clean, admitting his mistakes and getting the punishment over with.
As much as he liked Melissa and appreciated the way she treated him, when he reached puberty his personal autonomy began to kick in and he asserted that he no longer needed a babysitter. On some occasions his parents would let him stay home alone and ask Melissa to just keep an eye on him and the house. If they were going to be out late, he'd spend the night with a friend. But even though she lost her babysitter status, he still considered her to be his cool aunt and willingly did chores for her such as cutting the grass in summer and shoveling her driveway and walks in the winter.
Then fate intervened in the form of a business trip to Europe for Ron's father. The company offered to let him take his family but he didn't feel they could pull Ron out of school for an entire month. Just weeks before, Melissa had celebrated her 20th anniversary with the hospital and decided it was time to retire from the grind of twelve hour shifts and life and death decisions. She had things she wanted to do while she was still young enough to enjoy them and so she signed on with an agency to do private duty nursing which would accommodate her desire to work more sporadically. Once more, the Matthews' asked her to watch their youngest son for them and she readily agreed.
On the appointed Sunday, Ron showed up at Melissa's front door, duffel bag in one hand, backpack in the other and his parents a few steps behind them. She welcomed them all into her home and told Ron to stow his bag in the guestroom. Having spent so much of his free time at her house, he knew instantly where to go. Mr. & Mrs. Matthews were profuse in their thanks for her assistance and she assured them that their son would cause her no trouble at all. Mrs. Matthews laughed and said the real danger was in whether or not he would eat his caretaker out of house and home. Melissa recalled growing up with two brothers of her own and, knowing full well how teen-aged boys ate, laughed and let them know she had stocked her kitchen accordingly.
Ron came out to the living room again and gave his parents a hug before they left. He stared out the window for a moment and watched them as they strolled down the driveway and to their house.
"You're not gonna start crying and throw a temper tantrum on me are ya?" Melissa asked.
"Nah, I think I'm well past that age now."
"Good, cuz you've gotten way too big for me to pick up and rock until you settle down."
"Yeah, but I could still sit in your lap in the rocking chair you want."
Melissa gave him a playful swat on his butt.
"Smart ass. Now do you have any home work that's due for tomorrow?"
Realizing that she was going to hold him to the same high standards that his parents did, he groaned. "Yeah, I've still got to read three chapters for English."
"Okay, you get started on that and I'll fix pizza for dinner."
The first three days of Ron's stay with Melissa, all went well. They fell into a routine of him coming home at the end of the school day and immediately starting his homework with her available to help as needed. They'd have supper together and talk about the events of their day and then Ron would return to his homework while Melissa did the dishes. Ron was more than willing to help out with some of the household chores and by Wednesday night both of them felt like they were completely comfortable living under one roof.
Thursday morning, however, caused a wrinkle in their smooth relationship. As Ron was crossing the parking lot going to the school building, one of his classmates called him over. When he was still a few yards away he heard the boy call out to him.
"Hey, I hear you're staying with Melissa Roberts while your folks are in Europe."
"Yeah, so?"
"What's it like living with the naughty nursie?"
Ron was clearly confused. "Melissa? Naughty?"
"Yeah, has she given you any 'treatments'? Maybe, uh, checked your sperm count... orally?"
The boy combined his question with a lewd gesture and suddenly Ron understood the implication. Though he'd had the occasional, late night, under-the-covers fantasy about his neighbor, it was nothing he would ever admit to. And while he never really thought about what Melissa did for sexual pleasure, he didn't want her reputation disgraced either.
"Nah, she's just a friend of my folks."
Before he had a chance to walk away the other boy shoved him and taunted, "Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't such a fag, you'd be puttin' it to her."
Ron immediately lost his temper and shoved back and what started as a war of words erupted into a brawl that included the two teachers who stepped in to break it up. Moments later both boys were in the principal's office being spoken to very sternly. Much to Ron's dismay, Melissa was called and the principal asked her permission to give him the paddling that the school normally sanctioned for such misbehavior. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Melissa decline but had no idea what was waiting for him when he got home.
When he arrived at Melissa's the front door was open but he didn't see her at first.
"Hey, I'm here," he called.
Melissa emerged from the hallway carrying a maple bathbrush and Ron's heart dropped into his stomach. He assumed that since she hadn't spanked him in several years, she wouldn't be doing it again. Once saw the brush, however, he knew exactly what was in store for him and his mouth went try at the prospect.
Not even giving him a chance to try to explain, she came into the living room, grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards her. With an easy gesture, she released his belt and had his pants unzipped and down to his knees. He knew full well what would happen next and tried to steel himself for it but it was still torture.
Laid out on the living room sofa, across her lap, his butt was on the receiving end of a wicked paddling. Melissa also scolded him, her anger genuine over the fact that he'd behaved so badly while he was in her care. Whereas he'd walked in hoping to explain that he had simply been defending her honor, all he could do now was sob, beg forgiveness and promise never to direct an angry word at anyone ever again. When she was finally finished blistering his bottom, she had him stand up and pull up his pants. He wiped a few tears from his eyes to try to compose himself before he looked at her.
"Ron, I think you know I'm very fond of you and I value our friendship. But if you pull another stunt like this while your parents are gone, you'll get a spanking that's twice as bad. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Melissa," he sniffed.
"Fine," she replied before reaching out to give him a hug.
Ron gave a sigh of relief, knowing he'd survived what had to be the worst paddling ever given to anyone. Her threat of a worse punishment for further bad behavior didn't even phase him, as he couldn't imagine anything worse than what he'd been through. He hugged her as well, happy to know that he'd paid off his debt and that the issue would be forgotten.
"Now, go do your homework. I've got some things to take care of in the basement and then I'll get started on supper."
That night as he lay on his stomach in bed, he thought about Melissa and the remarks that the boy had made. With his buns still stinging, there was no way he could roll over and lie on his back while he pleasured himself but he found that he could wriggle his erection pleasantly against the sheets. As his orgasm built in his balls, he rolled to one side and grabbed a wad of tissues from the box on the nightstand. He finished himself off with his hand and caught the ejaculate with the tissues, knowing it wouldn't do to have Melissa find the evidence of his activities on her sheets.
The next week went by without incident but the third week didn't start as well. As he was crossing the parking lot, the same boy was there with the same taunts, only this time directed more at Ron and his manhood... or presumed lack thereof. Ron knew that he should just walk away but the words stung almost as much as the paddling he'd received just two weeks ago and the same fight ensued. Of course, the same trip to the principal's office followed he melee and Ron found himself nearly quaking in his boots as Melissa was called. He remembered her threat of a punishment even worse if he misbehaved again.
Fortunately for him, Melissa was gone and Principal Barnes had to leave a message on her answering machine. Ron was dismissed to go to class with the verbal warning that paddling or no paddling, his position on the basketball team would be in jeopardy if the fights didn't stop. He nodded in acknowledgment as he turned to leave but all his mind could think of was that he'd been spared. He knew that she was going to be gone all day on a nursing job and he calculated how quickly he'd have to get to her house after school to erase the message before she got home. It would be tight but he figured he could just do it if he didn't dawdle after his last class.
