Another piece inspired by the amazing content of the lovely Scarlet/ 'fortheloveofgloves'.
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It's rather amazing just how quickly a change can come over a person. Sometimes it just takes a small moment to effect a large shift in ones personality.
At least, that's how you've chosen to see it. After all, admitting the truth of the matter aloud would simply be far too difficult for you.
Were anyone to inquire about your recent change in attitude since the start of the semester, you'd simply tell them you've finally decided the time had come to take your education seriously at long last. And for the most part, that has been more than enough for them.
As for anyone else? Well, you'd never tell them the truth even if they pushed you.
There was no way you would ever tell a soul that you'd been punished so thoroughly by one of your teachers that your entire worldview had begun to shift.
But it would be the truth.
In fact, ever since that first day when Miss Scarlet had forced you to stay behind after class, you'd been on your best behaviour whenever you found yourself in her presence.
Oh, some small part of you still wished to crack jokes and make snide remarks even in her classroom, but a single look from her stern eyes was more than enough to quell that voice. As well as to remind you of what awaited you if you stepped out of line again.
The walk of shame you'd done after that first day had been more than a little embarrassing- the stain on your pants from the orgasm she'd so deftly milked out after your punishment- or was it part of it? Was clear to anyone who saw it. Luckily for you, almost no one did, too busy going from class to class to care.
And yet the very idea that they could have- that they'd seen it and know what it was sent chills down your spine. The proof of just how easily Miss Scarlet had taken control of you, along with the fact that, humiliating and painful as the entire ordeal had been.... you'd be lying if you said it hadn't burned itself in your memory and refused to budge.
Countless nights it played out in your mind over and over again, forcing you to relieve the caning of your cock as well as the milking which had followed, and each time it did you found yourself growing more and more aroused, much to your chagrin. You shouldn't be enjoying such a humiliating memory, and yet, you have.
It certainly didn't help matters that, even as the semester dragged on and the weather grew cooler, Miss Scarlet continued to arrive to class dressed in a clearly dominant fashion, and was almost never without a pair of leather gloves on her hands. The very image of her, the power she exuded, was almost indescribable. And the fact that only you seemed to know the true extent of that power...
Suffice it to say, the very thought of misbehaving in her class never even crossed your mind anymore.
Unfortunately, the same could not necessarily be said about your other classes.
For a little while at least, you remained on your best behaviour in those ones as well, perhaps based on some lingering unease that Miss Scarlet was always watching. But eventually, old habits began to crawl their way back up from wherever they'd been hiding, and one late Fall afternoon, they took the wheel and set you on a course you could never have foreseen the end of.
The whole ordeal, such as it was, seemed so innocent at the time. The teacher of this class- a short, mousy woman by the name of Miss Moore, had seemed a prime target for your brand of juvenile mischief. And like countless times before, you began to mock her in class, taunting her at every opportunity, much to the chagrin and occasional giggles of your peers.
It was all in good fun, at least in your mind, and you didn't think twice when she walked out at the end of the class with her head hung low. You simply felt like your old self once again.
That didn't last long.
Scarcely two days later, you stepped into Miss Scarlet's class as you had countless times before, took your seat, and prepared for what you thought would be a normal lesson.
You were dead wrong.
When Miss Scarlet arrived- dressed in a similar outfit as the one she'd sported that first class, with the addition of a pair of over-the-knee black leather boots in place of her heels, she eyed you straight away, and the look on her face was one you'd seen before.
Disappointment.
And anger.
She began her lesson straight away, but all the while, you felt her gaze burning a hole right through you each and every time her eyes came upon you. And although you hadn't uttered a word nor done a single thing of note to her since the start of the semester, it was clear that, for whatever reason, Miss Scarlet was rather cross with you.
A fact she all but confirmed when class let out.
"You," she said sternly, eyes locked on yours. "Stay right where you are."
You gulped, then waited for all the other students to leave. Only then did Miss Scarlet rise from behind her desk, shut the door, and walk slowly towards your desk.
Before she even reached you it seemed as if she were already towering over you, her already Amazonian height aided by the heels of her boots to the point that you felt like a child beneath her gaze, all the while racking your brain wondering just what you'd done wrong.
"It has come to my attention," she began as she stopped in front of you, gloved hands on her hips and her eyes glaring at you from behind her glasses, "That you have been misbehaving in other classes. Specifically, in Miss Moore's."
Your eyes widened and almost immediately, you recalled your actions from two days back. Quickly, you stammered to defend yourself. "I... well... uh..."
Miss Scarlet placed a leather-clad hand over your mouth, grasping it shut and silencing your futile attempts to speak, and shook her head. "It would seem you still have a lot to learn... After all, if you can't be trusted to behave yourself when I'm not around, how are you any better than a disobedient child?"
The moment she posed that seemingly rhetorical question, a light bulb appeared to go off in her mind, and Miss Scarlet's mouth came together in a rather wicked smile. "Well, I suppose if you insist on acting like a petulant little boy, then I'll have to treat you like one."
Letting go of your face, she pulled you from your seat and dragged you to the back of the classroom. Your mind wracked with nerves, unsure as to what she could possibly mean by such a statement, yet knowing in your heart that whatever she had in mind, it would not be pleasant.
Upon reaching the back of the room, Miss Scarlet took a seat on a nearby chair by the wall and, without a word, proceeded to pull down your trousers and boxers once more.
Much to your dismay, your cock was already quite erect, although if she noticed she didn't say anything about it. Instead, Miss Scarlet pointed to her lap with a leather-clad finger and said "Get down here and lay across my knee. It's time for your next lesson."
In an instant, you realized what she was getting at and, though you wished to argue, to once again attempt to defend yourself, you knew such a thing would only fall on deaf ears. Thus, with a sigh, you lowered yourself and laid your body across Miss Scarlet's waiting lap, your bare ass in the air.
Though you could not see it, you could clearly hear her pull her gloves tighter across her hands before taking a firm hold of your upper body with her left arm.
You couldn't say for sure if it was due to your seemingly inherent weakness around her or perhaps her own hidden strength, but the moment her leather-gloved hand took hold of you, you couldn't even conceive of trying to move.
And then, without any warning, her other hand came crashing down upon your naked behind.
