John Harrison sighed. Once again Sylvia, the new lab technician, had not provided all the chemicals needed for his practical lesson. He was going to have to have a word with her about it. And while he was about it discuss her poor time keeping. He sent her an email saying simply "Sylvia, see me after classes finish. John" and adapted the lesson as best he could.
When she came to collect the equipment at the end of the lesson she said "I saw the email, was anything wrong?"
"Yes there was -- you failed to provide the copper turnings for the displacement reactions. We'll discuss it after school."
"I'm really sorry."
John was sure she was. The attractive 30 year old tried hard but she seemed out of her depth in a busy school science department. "We'll discuss it later."
At four p.m. she nervously entered his room and took a seat at one of the benches. He pulled up a stool and sat opposite her. "Sylvia, your work performance leaves a lot to be desired. You frequently miss off important parts off requisitions and your time keeping is very poor."
"I'm sorry but I've never worked in a school before and I'm entirely on my own. Other schools have at least two technicians."
"I'm aware of that and I'll keep pressing for an extra post but your frequent lateness undermines me. SMT have already said that if you worked your hours there wouldn't be a problem. We both know that's not true but it does give them a cop-out. They're more likely to instigate disciplinary proceedings than appoint another member of staff."
She smiled "I wouldn't mind being disciplined by you!"
He stared at her. "I'm not sure what that's meant to mean but you need to understand that your continued employment here is at stake. I can arrange for training for you but you need to meet me half way by keeping to your hours. Can you do that."
"I can."
"Good, off you go."
When he got home later that evening he flopped onto the sofa next to Jennifer and sighed heavily.
"Rough day?"
"You could say that. Still having problems with the technician." He gave her the gist of the conversation.
"Interesting! Do you think she's one of us?"
"Could be."
"Do you think you'll spank her?"
"I would love to, to be honest but if I did and she complained I'd be out for sexual harassment."
"True. If she genuinely does want to be spanked she'll say something again. Keep your phone in your pocket on record mode. And don't instigate any spanking conversations yourself."
Two days later he had another meeting with Sylvia to discuss her training needs. She had at least given it some thought and had already identified a number of short courses that would be useful. As they finished Sylvia cleared her throat nervously and said: "I'm sorry about my flippant remark about discipline the other day."
"Don't worry about it. Just think about what you say before you say it. I don't know what you were thinking; I dread to think what senior management would make of a comment like that."
"I was just thinking about old fashioned school discipline used to involve the cane."
"That was abolished nearly thirty years ago and even then it wasn't used on staff!"
She looked at the floor. "Do you think it should have been?" She looked up again.
John met her eyes. "I don't think this is an appropriate conversation for the workplace. If you want to continue it meet me in the independent coffee bar on the High Street at four thirty on Friday."
"Yes sir!" She practically skipped out of the laboratory.
Jennifer's school had a parent's evening that day so John cooked when he got home. He made jerk chicken which he personally thought was not as good as that prepared by his Jamaican mother-in-law but Jennifer was always complimentary about it.
He greeted her with a glass of wine as she arrived half an hour later than planned. "How was it?"
"Oh, the usual. Not enough time to say everything that needs to be said and the parents I really needed to see were no shows." She sipped the wine. "How was your day?"
"I discussed Sylvia's training needs with her. I have to say she is making an effort now and it's not entirely her fault, her experience isn't in schools. With the salary SMT want to pay for her job we can't get experienced applicants. Oh and -- " He pulled out his smartphone and played the recording of their conversation.
Jennifer listened with interest. "Wow. She is definitely angling for a spanking!"
"Well, we know some youngsters like it. I'm just surprised she wants to be spanked by an old goat like me. I'm sure she could find a spanker her own age."
"You're only sixty and still pretty hot!"
He grinned. "Thanks but she's only thirty. Chanisse's age."
She shrugged. "Some spankees like to be dealt with by someone older. Remember those fit young men who enjoyed being spanked and caned by yours truly at the last party?"
"Good point. Anyway, we'll see if she turns up on Friday."
"Since she's brought up the subject of caning in schools, maybe she should get an old-fashioned caning."
"That's an idea!"
A few minutes before the appointed time John sat at a table in the coffee bar. Twenty minutes later he had finished his coffee and was about to leave having decided that Sylvia must have changed her mind when she rushed in.
"Sorry I'm late but Helen came in with a requisition for Monday morning."
"Well, you're here now. What would you like?"
"Americano with milk. No sugar"
When he returned with the coffees he said: "I'll have a word with Helen about late requests. It can't help."
"Would you? People interrupting me with extra requisitions means I have to do several things at once and it's why I make mistakes."
"You should have said."
"I thought I might sound like I'm blaming other people for my faults."
"It is their fault if they're late."
"Thanks." She squeezed his thigh under the table then left her hand resting there. John felt the beginnings of arousal. She took a mouthful of coffee and swallowed. "Well..." she paused. "We both know why we're here but it's hard to come out and say it."
"Your interest in corporal punishment?"
She flushed and nodded. "It's hard to admit out loud that you like it. In fact you're the first person I've admitted it to."
"You seemed to have no problem bringing it up in our meetings."
She flushed again. "I'd been thinking of you in that context."
He smiled. "I'm pretty sure I've never been the subject of anyone's erotic fantasies before. Well, maybe my wife."
She stroked his thigh. "Probably noone's admitted it."
"And you want me to spank you?"
"I'd love it. Would you be willing to?"
"I would. Have you ever been caned?"
She shook her head "Hand, slipper and belt."
"Would you like to try an old school caning? And maybe get spanked later?"
"I would!"
"Let's go then."
She hooked her arm in his as they left. "I can't quite believe I'm doing this! Does your wife know?"
He nodded.
"And she's ok with it?"
"We spank other people at parties. This is no different."
"Spanking parties! Wow!"
"Would you like to go to one?"
"Maybe. Will she be at home now?"
"Yes. In fact she'll be participating."
"Participating?"
"She's going to cane you."
"Oh. I was hoping you would."
"You seemed interested in school style canings. When we had CP girls were only ever caned by women teachers."
"Oh. Will you still be there?"
He nodded. "And I'll spank you afterwards if you're up for it."
"Okay."
Jennifer was already home when they arrived. Sylvia smiled nervously as John made the introductions.
"Lovely to meet you Sylvia. I'll just go upstairs and get into Headmistress mode. I hope you enjoy it."
