Hello you naughty girls and boys!
For those of you ready to settle in for a longer story I offer you this tale. It is about lessons learned and steps one must take to achieve a goal. It is also something of a favorite of mine. And there is a lot of naughtiness to enjoy. Many delicious themes will be covered and the cast is large. It is a story about Tom and his attendance of a very special summer school in which he must prove his worth to his teachers. Only then will he be able to gain access to his trust, which will assure him of a life of leisure and high society.
In Part One we find out how Tom landed himself in this very special Summer School. Tom and you the reader, get a taste of what's to come.
Please note the story tags I have listed for each chapter cover all 5 chapters of Part One. Chapter 1 is bereft of any sexual activity while providing information about our principle character and his motivations. Chapter 2 introduces the foot worship and foot kissing. Chapter 3 relates to spanking, caning, and whipping. Chapter 4 is again without any sexual encounters. And finally Chapter 5 sees some ass worship and ass kissing.
By this time Tom has brokered a deal with Ms. Rodriguez. Now in Chapter 3, Tom must deal with Ms. Wechsbotham.
All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.
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Tom was a wreck. Not least of all because he had spent a few days rubbing Ms. Rodriguez's feet. He knew now to lock the door himself so no one else would see his abasement. But that didn't stop her from making comments about her tired feet in front of other teachers, either in her office or in the halls. He was worried about what other teachers knew or suspected and how much they talked.
But it was more than that. Ms. Rodriguez had become more demanding as well. He had to remove her shoes and put them back on when he was done. She would put her foot within an inch of his face, forcing him to smell it. And one of those days her feet were rather ripe. And then there were the kisses. She would change the number and location but worse than that, he would have to kiss her foot again if she felt the first kiss hadn't been truly sincere.
Those hours were the worst and he had to keep reminding himself of the payoff that awaited him. He didn't like it, but he could do it. As horrible as it was it would still be worth it in the end. And that kept him going.
He had also been careful about stealing drinks and was laying off. He felt it was safer and he could outwit Mildred, but he also was missing out on one of his vices. Maybe when he got his money he would buy a bar. Just some dive he could waltz into whenever he liked for a free drink and he could bring in money from all the other suckers in the place.
And then there was Josephine. She could tell he wasn't happy and she wanted to help. Except she wanted to talk, not fuck. She wanted to be there for him, just not with him. When she thought it might be about grades she wanted to help him study and all he wanted was for her to suck his dick. They were having problems, and while he was planning to let her go when he got his money, he still had use for her over the summer.
So Tom hadn't been in a good mood. And he knew this hell was still going to play out for days. Also he had taken a closer look at his other courses. He wasn't doing well in any of them. He knew he had blown off much of this year, and he hadn't cared; until now. He had already begun a few inquiries into cheat sheets and answers for the upcoming finals.
So things were unpleasant, but he still had a measure of control. He could make this work. Now there was one more big hurdle he had to overcome. He had to meet with Ms. Wechsbotham, better known to the students as Ms. 'Whackbottom' due to her beliefs and use of corporal punishment. In fact she would stand in for other teachers quite often when a paddling had been decided upon.
And while they didn't happen that often, in the few recent years, when a paddling took place the student had very few rights. This came about from a lot of kids fooling around and trying to come up with ways to beat the system. One kid tried wearing a pair of his father's jeans over his own. Others tried stuffing their back pockets with small notebooks.
In the end it all came back to bite them in the ass, quite literally. Now even a simple pair of jeans would offer no protection. It wasn't bare-assed, but it was close. Paddling was done in private and the sentenced could only wear underwear to cover their ass. And only one layer for those who thought they could make a difference with boxers and briefs. And even the underwear had to be acceptable. Tom never heard of a case where it wasn't, but it was a lingering threat not to try coming in with some kind of rhino hide underwear.
These thoughts crossed Tom's mind as he approached the office of Ms. Wechsbotham. He didn't know what the History teacher would require, but he had already clenched his butt cheeks several times on the way to her door. Even so, a paddling might still be better than having to rub and kiss Ms. Rodriguez's feet.
Tom knocked on the door to Ms. Wechsbotham's office. She came to the door, let him inside, and offered him a chair. There were other teachers present who seemed to be gathering their things and soon to leave. But Tom wasn't going to take that chance. He didn't want to risk any more teachers being aware of his private business, much less talking about it with others.
"Sorry Ms. Wechsbotham, but is there somewhere more private we could talk? I'd feel much more comfortable."
"Well, all the teachers have their own business to attend to and have access to anything they require. But if its privacy you need I know the Disciplinary Room is in fact empty and won't be needed by anyone else today."
Tom thought she might be trying to suppress a smile. No doubt she liked to terrify people with talk of the room. Also he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear when she announced the room wouldn't be needed by 'anyone else'. Still, he knew the room would in fact be private and that was his immediate concern.
"Yes, thank you. That should work."
She smiled, grabbing keys from the back of her desk and led the way out of the office. He noticed her hips swaying as he followed her down the hall and he wondered if she had ever been paddled before. Was she spanked as a child and that's why she did it as an adult?
It didn't really matter. What mattered now was this red haired, middle-aged, woman was leading him to the Disciplinary Room. He had to keep reminding himself he wasn't being led there for punishment, just a private place to talk. But as her shoes clacked and echoed in the halls he felt like a prisoner being led to his cell; or worse.
Ms. Wechsbotham reached the door and located the key on her thick, jangly ring. She unlocked the door allowing them to enter and then closed it behind them. Tom thought about when he first followed Ms. Rodriguez into the teacher's lounge and how he thought she locked the door but she didn't.
"Is the door locked?"
"Yes Tom, the door is locked. Rest assured no one will get in here without my permission."
Tom found that to be comforting and ominous at the same time. Ms. Wechsbotham took a seat in the chair behind the desk at the front of the room. The Disciplinary Room was basically a very small classroom. It had a chalkboard at one end and a large teacher's desk behind that. Much of the center of the room was empty, except for a table and a couple of student desks. There were also a few simple chairs along the wall near the head of the room.
Also near the head of the room, opposite the door they entered, was the rack. This was where various paddles of wood and leather were hanging. This was in fact Ms. Wechsbotham's room and some of the implements were just decorative. On the wall above the rack was a large engraved paddle presented to her last year by the wood shop class. There was some question as to why they had done it, but it wasn't spoken of too often or too loudly.
There had been some talk around the school and even among the parents that Ms. Wechsbotham took her role as disciplinarian a bit too seriously. But no one was willing to confront her directly about it. This room was like her own little sanctuary within the school. And thus Tom was having second thoughts about agreeing to be here to talk privately with her about his grades.
He took one of the chairs from the wall and moved it close to the desk and sat down. He needed to make sure he passed her class and he had been reviewing his earlier conversation with Ms. Rodriguez. That could have gone better and he thought then as he did now, that the conversation with his Spanish teacher would be the easier one.
"Ms. Wechsbotham I'm here about my grades. I'm so thankful you brought them to my attention. I hadn't realized how far I had been slipping. I want you to know I am determined to make it up and that I'll do what it takes to pass your class."
"I'm very happy to hear that. You'll have to study very hard for the final for if memory serves you'll need a near perfect score just to squeak by with a passing grade. Otherwise I imagine I'll be seeing you again next year."
This wasn't much of a surprise but it wasn't going so well. Ms. Wechsbotham always appeared to view the world as mostly black and white. Something was what it was, end of discussion. It worked for him before as she never seemed to care what he did in class. He had to behave while
in
class of course, but she never tried to find out what was wrong if he failed to turn in an assignment. She wouldn't hover over him and have longs talks because she
cared
about what he was doing with his life.
That was fine when they didn't have to talk and he didn't want anything from her. But now that he was here to plead for his grade it made things that much more difficult. He might have to convince her that black was indeed white, and he wasn't sure how he could manage that. He only knew he had to.
"But Ms. Wechsbotham I need to pass this class. I really want to do well on the final but I can't risk it all on that. I have to be realistic. I have to pass this class and I was hoping you could offer some work for extra credit so I could prove that I'm worthy of passing this class."
"It's a little late to prove yourself. Still, if you do very well on the final exam I think you may pass."
She wasn't budging. This was crazy. How could Tom get her to see reason? Other teachers weren't so inflexible. Maybe that was it. Let her know that other teachers believed in him and maybe she would trust them if she couldn't trust him.
"Well you see I was having a similar problem in Ms. Rodriguez's class and we talked, and she came up with a way for me to earn some extra credit so I would be able to pass. I was hoping we could come up with something similar."
"Mr. Marshall I really don't care what arrangements you have made with another teacher for their class. Their class and how they run it is their business, just as how I run my class is my business. Now is there anything else you wanted to discuss with me today?"
