--This is actually the third in a loosely-connected series about the strongly disciplinary-minded teacher, Anne Smithers. It is not necessary to read the earlier stories, "Teacher Fails the Class" and "The Teacher's Own Discipline", although those who enjoy this story will likely find those of interest. All characters, including the schoolgirls in this story, who is 18, are 18 or older. This story is dedicated to Kathy, who has been an inspiration.--
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Anne Smithers had only recently moved to the nice middle-class suburb and accepted work as a substitute teacher in the local high school. The attractive 37-year-old redhead had impressed the principal by her mature bearing as well as her excellent degrees. Anne had enjoyed her university days and while she participated in all the usual campus activities, had also maintained a very high grade-point average that enabled her to sail through another distinguished university's English Ph.D. program in a brief three years after her college graduation.
Along the way, it should be added, Anne had acquired some other less well-broadcast attributes. She recognized her lifelong love for women, not that she despised men either, but she focused her sights on members of both sexes whom she could control. Anne, in reality, was a true sexual dominant even though -- probably owing to her fine education—she favored the kind of domination that featured embarrassment and humiliation rather than infliction of pain.
She had never been in need of funds, having inherited a nice estate from her parents when they perished in a plane crash during her student days. She had won her spurs as a student teacher in a number of schools, which did not give her quite the leeway to exhibit her underlying attitudes to the extent she would have liked. Schools were becoming less tolerant of severe disciplinary behavior by teachers, and this included the occasion when Anne threatened an unruly class of high achievers with failing grades in conduct on their report cards. When Anne carried out the threat by carefully marking each pupil's report card with a large red U (for Unsatisfactory) in Conduct, the school principal was not at all prepared for the deluge of parental complaints delivered by email, letter, and personal visit to the school.
Anne told her pupils that they had misbehaved, she had punished them with the embarrassing failing grade on their report cards, and as far as she was concerned, the matter was closed. The principal, Andrea Robbins, was a competent woman in her late 40s. She was surprised by the parental torrent only because no other teacher at her school would have dared to challenge the modern legion of helicopter parents the way Anne had. Andrea called the teacher into her office and told her that she would back her up, although she personally disapproved of this kind of punishment. But then she told Anne in no uncertain terms that her contract would not be renewed and that if she was so unwise as to challenge the decision by grievance or lawsuit, she would ensure that Andrea gave out references for Anne that were totally truthful.
Andrea knew that the sage teacher realized that she had no choice if she wanted to get another job anywhere in the teaching profession. So Anne smiled at Andrea Robbins and told her she understood that schools were not prepared to go to the mat in support of discipline any more but that she appreciated Andrea's defending her imposition of the grade penalties. Andrea maintained her own smile as Anne left the office, then sat down, and reflected on how this experience had made her want to do nothing so much as make Anne lift her skirt and lower her panties for the kind of spanking no school permitted any more—for anyone.
Anne got her good reference from Andrea in due course and announced to her colleagues on the faculty that she would be leaving to accept a very respected fellowship on the opposite coast. All of the teachers had mixed feelings about her, as they respected her willingness to impose strict conduct standards that no one else felt able to enforce but also thought she had subjected the school to a great deal of unwanted attention and even attack. A few recalled their own very strict teachers from long-ago childhoods and gave much consideration in their own minds to whether Anne was actually exhibiting symptoms of sexual sadism.
One of the few who recognized what truly defined Anne's personality was Valerie Jensen, a middle-aged science teacher who had occasionally lunched with Anne. She was old enough to remember what the tyrannical schoolteachers of her own childhood were like and she spotted the same personality traits in Anne. Valerie still liked Anne and in fact, the two became quite friendly. Valerie, who was divorced, invited Anne to her apartment for a light girls'-night-in dinner one evening and the two hit it off well, probably because Valerie was as academically intelligent as Anne. However, Valerie had not pursued advanced degrees, because marriage had beckoned for the 52-year-old, way back when she had emerged from one of America's finest scientific schools.
Anne and Valerie eventually made Friday nights their fun occasions, getting together to cook something simple but piquant at one or the other's apartments. They both adored classical music and both had fine collections, so Mozart and Schubert played in the background each Friday. Valerie's tastes also ran to women, even though she had not soured totally on men after her divorce. It was not long before the two ended up in Anne's commodious bed one Friday as they lovingly removed each other's business clothes and then the delightful lingerie both had donned for these intimate occasions.
Valerie thus was far from shocked when Anne playfully laid a spank on the science teacher's prominent bare bottom during one of their in-bed moments. "Oh, you enjoy that, do you, Miss Annie?" Val asked playfully, as Anne first reddened in her face but then nodded her assent and mentioned her general interest in discipline. Val smiled and reached over to her dresser and after opening the lowest drawer, extracted a small, thin but clearly very usable rattan cane. "I hope you meant what you said, sweetie,"she advised Anne.
Anne grinned and got up on all fours on the bed, virtually inviting her lover to demonstrate the effectiveness of the little cane on Anne's own winsome bottom. Valerie stood and adopted a classic pedagogical style as she formally advised Anne that the session would commence: "Attention, Miss. I will begin."
She proceeded to lay three stinging strokes on Anne's uplifted butt that showed quite prominently at the top, middle and base of the English teacher's bottom. "You may request permission to recover," she stated. Anne had taken the threesome quite well, Valerie felt, and when she asked permission to rise, Valerie told her to go ahead and recover what she wanted. Anne responded by motioning Valerie for the cane and directing her friend to assume the position.
Valerie duly bent her lithe figure across the bed and Anne exhibited her prowess with the cane by applying another threesome to Val's nether cheeks. Valerie had not been used to punishment of this kind for some time—she used to tell truly intimate friends that she was mostly in the "dishing-out" department now—but she gritted her teeth and managed to withstand the three stingers without embarrassing herself by screaming out or moving.
The two bright young women exchanged tales of how they had been punished growing up and passed on the stories of how stern teachers had enforced their will on both of them as they had moved through school. It was a simple matter for Valerie to bring home some report cards for each of them to prepare for the other as part of their role-playing. Valerie admired and slightly feared Anne's magisterial ability to enter the most cutting comments in that part of Valerie's mock report card. "Valerie has matured greatly during this term," Anne had written with her favorite fountain pen, "but must cease allowing her hands to wander into her underpants in future."
Valerie's chance to get her own back came when she wrote on Anne's card: "Anne excels in her creativity in English usage but needs to pay more attention to her monthly personal hygiene." By now the two friends knew a great deal about each other—even enjoying sharing intimate facts such as what brand of tampons and pads each used for her menstrual period. Valerie had had a fabulous chuckle late one afternoon when Anne came hastily into her classroom and whispered a request to her for a tampon. Valerie grinned broadly and before she opened her second desk drawer, quietly (so the class did not hear) asked Anne which brand she used.
"It doesn't matter," Anne hissed, "I just started flowing so give me whatever you have."
