Naughty Student Spanked
The Figure held his next belt, hoping it would provide days, weeks, even years of entertainment. The Figure never could tell. It just had to deposit the belt in the mortal world and see what would happen once it reached the "right" person.
This belt was black leather with a silver buckle that read, "Best Teacher."
It moved through the department store, hardly noticed by the mortals. It glided between them, brimming with eager excitement. Darcy would shop here. She was perfect to get this belt to the right person. The Figure left it hanging from a rack of other belts.
The Figure slipped away and passed back through the Mist to its lair to watch the fun. Darcy came along shortly after. When she saw the belt, she gasped, "This is perfect for Mr. Miller!"
She grabbed it and threw it in her basket with some other stuff. When she checked out, neither she nor the board cashier noticed that the belt didn't ring up at all. Darcy paid for her stuff and was out the door with a bounce to her step.
* * *
Jack Miller
"Thank you for being the best teacher, Mr. Miller," Darcy said as she thrust out a box at me. The eighteen-year-old girl was in my first-period class. I taught Math here at Rogers College. The blonde and cute student flashed me a smile. "It's a belt. I hope you like it."
It felt so weird to take a present from a student. I smiled politely and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."
She beamed at me before the eighteen-year-old freshman darted out of the classroom with the other students that were filing out. I glanced at the box in my hand then set it down on the desk. I glanced at the open door, hoping this wouldn't become something that could get me fired.
I was a male teacher. I was always wary of anything that could get me in trouble.
I set the box down on my desk and frowned. A belt? I glanced at it again. It did make me curious. The last of the students of my pre-algebra class was gone. I picked up the box again. It was a simple thing, black, and lacked a bow. That was good. I bit my lip and opened it.
The belt was folded up a few times. The buckle on top read "Best Teacher." I blinked, suddenly touched by the gesture. This pang washed across my heart. I rubbed at my chest, tears in my eyes. Best teacher? She really thought that of me? I tried to make learning math fun. I knew it was a chore for a lot of students. And they had to take at least a few years of it.
Not like my more advanced class.
I pulled the belt out and headed out of my classroom. My second-period class would be coming in, but they could stay out of trouble for a few minutes without me to supervise them. I headed out of the classroom, plunging into the crowded halls.
I moved through the students. I received friendly grins from past ones while others hurried by like they hoped I wouldn't notice them and stop them. I kept moving through them to the bathroom. I passed a few of my fellow teachers just standing out of their classrooms. Some liked to do that to monitor the students.
This was a college. Things could happen here that were not appropriate.
One of those teachers was Helen Teller. She was a new math teacher. Young and bright, her red hair such a fetching shade. She had green eyes that were accentuated by her glasses, and a girlish face dotted with freckles. She looked almost a student herself save for the fact she wore a skirt and blouse. I wanted to say high to her, but all I managed was a wave as the tide of students moving down the hall carried me along.
She smiled back at me.
I wanted to ask her out. She made my heart flutter with excitement. I gripped the belt, wishing I had a chance to talk to her. The middle of the crowded hallway wasn't the place to ask her out on a date. Or even to flirt with her. Not in front of the students.
I darted into the bathroom, gripping the belt. A tingle raced up my arm. An excitement to speak with her. She was such a gorgeous woman. I had a weakness for redheads. And she was cute. I felt good as I headed into the bathroom and one of the stalls.
I took off the brown belt I wore and threaded on the new one. It whisked through my belt loops. I loved the feel of it going around my waist. A smile spread on my lips as I worked it on. I hummed to myself as I slid the belt around the loops then cinched it tight. When the silver tongue went through the hole to keep it closed, a shiver ran through me.
Every hair stood up on my body. I gasped at the electric current that ran over my arm. I shivered and shook my head. I finished thrusting the excess belt through my loop. It fit pretty well. Hardly much material leftover like it was made to fit me.
I blinked and stepped out of the stall. I headed for the sink to wash my hands. I didn't use the restroom, but I didn't want students to think that I didn't care about hygiene or anything. I thrust my hands in the water, the tingling sensation fading across my body.
"Hey, Mr. Miller," a student said in a bright and friendly manner.
"Uh, hi," I said, remembering the boy from last year but not his name. I was so bad with names. When I taught a hundred different students a day and only for a few months at a time, well, I had enough trouble with my current students.
"Mr. Miller, how's it going?" another boy asked as he stepped up to the sink to comb his hair.
"Good, good," I said, bemused. There wasn't a lot of talk in the men's room.
I dried my hands and headed to the door. Another kid named Mark came in, his ears looking too big on his head. He was in my last class I taught of the day. "Sup, Mr. Miller. "How's it going?"
"Eh, fine, fine," I said and passed by him. I headed into the hall.
Before, the students just ignored me. Now they were all glancing at me, nodding their heads, greeting me by name. They parted around me, too. No more jostling down the crowded hall. It wasn't like I was diseased. More like they were excited to see me and to make sure I was passing by just fine.
That was so weird.
"Hi, Mr. Miller," a brunette girl named Tamera said as she passed me. She was in my fifth-period class. "I got that homework done. I had a few questions."
"We'll talk about them in class," I said, smiling at her.
"I hope you won't be disappointed in me," she called as she swept by.
"I promise, I won't," I told her. I had taught too many students for me to be disappointed by their answers to math questions. I had seen it all. Especially when they had to unlearn all that insane Common Core math to learn how to do it properly.
I didn't see Ms. Teller on the way back. I sighed and headed into my classroom. My next class was already gathering in there. They were a bright group of students, calculus, and here because they wanted to take more advanced math. Mostly seniors, they were all smiling at me.
"Good morning, Mr. Miller," some of the students said as they saw me. That was something they never did.
"Eh, good morning," I said, taken aback by it. Everyone was acting so strange this morning. "How'd everyone's weekend go?"
"Mine was great, Mr. Miller," said Janet. She was a redhead, too. My fatal weakness. She sat in the front row, her green eyes bright and attentive. "I love that belt, Mr. Miller. It's so fitting for you."
"Thanks," I said, trying not to be disarmed by her youthful charms. At twenty, she was gorgeous. She was bright and sexy all at the same time, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her legs. They looked so lush and delicious. "I, uh, just got it. As a gift."
"I wish I had thought to give it to you," she said. "But you're definitely the best teacher. Right, guys?"
"That's right," said Vanessa. She was another cutie, but not a devastating redhead like Janet. I had to remember these were still my students. It was against the college's policy and unethical for me to do anything with them. I had to push their attractiveness out of my mind. And hoped that I didn't develop a hardon.
"I think you're an awesome teacher," said Lisa. She had a bright smile on her face for once. "Not just the best teacher."
"You're great, Mr. Miller," said Kelli while the girl sitting next to her, Rhonda, nodded.
The girls were
especially
focused on me, but the guys were agreeing, too. This was so surreal. What happened to my students. It was like some Stepford thing. They were all so bright-eyed for a Monday morning. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts and get into my lesson.
The class hung on my words. It was so strange to have them so attentive and focused on my lessons. I was thrilled, of course, that they wanted to learn, but shocked by how much they were actually listening to me. There usually was
someone
that was drifting off on a Monday morning.
I held their focus for the entire class. They worked on problems. I went over their homework and corrected a few mistakes. I explained what they did wrong. They were all so excited that I was teaching them the right way.
When I dismissed them, they all filed out, saying, "Goodbye, Mr. Miller. Have a great day." Or something to that. Especially the girls. Janet was so cute with those green eyes and rosy flush to her cheeks. My dick lurched as she purred, "Have a great day, Mr. Miller."
"Yeah, you, too," I said, my heart beating. The sort of thoughts I shouldn't have about barely legal girls shot through me. I was in my thirties. It just wasn't right. I had to remember that.
My next class was an algebra class. My most problematic student was in there. The others came filing in with their bright eyes. Like my last class, they all seemed eager to be here. This was a required course. They weren't here as an elective, so it was strange how eager they were.
"Sup, Mr. Miller," said Damien, one of the members of the football team, said. He had a swagger to him, but his smile was friendly. "Looking forward to learning today. Going to get those orders of operations down."
"Yeah," I said, more than a little stunned by
