Part 1: The Classroom and Ms. Tawnee
The windowless room was small with 4 identical student desks. There was a whiteboard on the wall. A lectern to the left of the desks and a large teacher desk on the right with a sturdy wooden chair. I approached the row of lockers in the back of the room. The left most was my assigned locker and I put my street clothes inside and quickly changed into my school uniform. The simple uniform was comprised of black slacks and white button up shirt. There was a blue neck tie that I fastened and made sure was neat in the small mirror in the locker. Then I sat down at one of the student desks and waited. After about ten minutes of anxious waiting the sliding door opened and in came what I assumed was my teacher.
My heart leapt. She was stunning. She was dressed in business casual attire with a dark green sued pencil skirt, black nylons covering her long muscular and slender legs. She was wearing what looked like comfortable black healed open toed sandals. She had on a white button up blouse with a revealing neckline. She was Asian, and gorgeous. Her long silky black hair was tied back into a pony tail. She had on glasses and her face was young and pretty. She had a beautiful smile when she said, "Hello Eli, welcome to my class. My name is Ms. Tawnee and will address me as such. Understood?" I just nervously nodded. She paused as if waiting for something, and her then her smile dropped. She turned and headed to her desk. She opened a drawer and then walked back to me. She bent down towards my ear. I couldn't help but notice her perfect cleavage as she moved in close, she had on a lacy black bra.
She spoke softly into my ear, "Put out your palm please Eli." I turned my hand out for her. In her hand was a metal 12-inch ruler. Whack. She struck my palm. It mostly surprised me, but it stung too.
"When I ask you a question you will say, 'Yes Ms. Tawnee.' or, 'No, Ms. Tawnee.' Do you understand Eli?" she asked.
"Yes, Ms. Tawnee."
"Good, you will find that if you are a good student. I will reward you, but if you are a naughty boy, you will be punished as such. Now, let's see what we are working with. Stand up," she demanded.
"Yes, Ms. Tawnee." I obediently stood up.
"Good. Turn around," she said cocking her head to the side sizing me up.
I turned a full circle.
"Good, now go over to my desk and bring my chair."
"Yes, Ms. Tawnee." I went to her desk. It was tidy with two drawers one side and a smaller drawer where the chair was. I pulled out the chair and it was made from a strong sturdy wood, and it was heavy.
She pointed to a spot next to her, "Put the chair over here next to your desk." I did as I was instructed. She smiled again, "Now I want you to put your palms on the seat of the chair while standing behind it, like this." She demonstrated by going behind the chair and bending over the back of it. As she bent over, I couldn't help by notice she was gorgeous from behind.
"Your turn," she instructed.
"Yes, Ms. Tawnee."
"Hmm, nice. Now, stand up and remove your trousers and resume the position," she ordered.
"Umm, ah, Yes, Ms. Tawnee." I unfastened my belt, pulled down my pants to my ankles and assumed the position again.
She struck my ass hard with the ruler. "You will not hesitate the next time I give you an instruction." I felt my cock getting aroused. I was always turned on by discipline.
"You have a nice ass, Eli," she said.
"Thank you, Ms. Tawnee."
"Now, stand up and take off your boxers and assume the position."
I quickly followed her direction, "Yes, Ms. Tawnee." And I pulled down my pants and was aware that my cock was partially hard just by the circumstances. I bent over again and knew she was looking at me. I stayed in that position for a long silent minute, getting more aroused by the second.
"This is what you will do if you break any of my rules. You will stay in this position motionless until I release you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ms. Tawnee."
