Cheryl was a cheerleader. What's that, Cheryl? Oh, Sorry. Cheryl was Captain of the cheerleading squad and don't you forget it. She was eighteen, very fit and athletic (try being a cheerleader when you're not) and quite intelligent (Again, needed to devise and learn some of those routines). She was a blue-eyed blonde, Prom Queen and general Queen Bee of the school and loved her social cachet. She was the top of the pile and intended to remain there.
Then Miss Jander joined the teaching staff. Miss Jander was a recently graduated teacher and Lawndale was her first teaching assignment. In her early twenties, Miss Jander bore some resemblance to Cheryl. She had been Captain of the cheerleading squad at her school. She had also been Prom Queen and effectively Queen Bee, but that was behind her now. While she was now in her early twenties she was still fit and athletic. She was quietly confident that she'd be popular at Lawndale, both with staff and students.
Cheryl hated her on first sight. Miss Jander, being older and in a superior position, didn't waste her time hating Cheryl. She just smiled, indicating that Cheryl would eventually grow up. She considered that she'd do Cheryl a kindness in helping her mature by sending a little tribulation her way.
Not that Miss Jander had to invent reasons to officially lean on Cheryl. Cheryl was only too happy to provide cause, being rude and insubordinate during Miss Jander's classes. Unofficially it was a bit of a stand-off. Cheryl would be rude, Miss Jander would penalise her. Being in the inferior position, Cheryl pondered ways and means to score off Miss Jander. Not just a petty score but something that she could rub in.
Potential revenge loomed when Cheryl overheard Miss Jander discussing the school rules with Mrs Fotheringham.
"Corporal punishment? Really, Mrs Fotheringham, that sort of thinking is so eighteenth century. Barbaric, really."
"Then don't use it," she was told. "It's in the school rules but it would only be invoked in the most extreme cases. I have to admit that there have been occasions when it's been warranted."
"Humph. I'd consider if a personal failure to have to resort to corporal punishment."
"How interesting," mused Cheryl as she quietly continued on her way. "I really need to see if I can make you have a personal failure."
Cheryl's campaign was simple enough. Misbehaviour in the same manner as she was currently doing but ignoring the penalties. Detention? She didn't turn up. Write an essay? It wasn't done. Write a thousand lines? Type one line and repeat it a thousand times. And all the time she smiled, knowing just how irritating Miss Jander found it.
Miss Jander was in a quandary. Just what the hell was she supposed to do about Cheryl? She had to find some way of jerking the girl into line. Perhaps some advice from a more senior teacher? To her dismay Mrs Fotheringham was most unhelpful.
"Well, Miss Jander, it's really up to you to resolve the problem," she was told. "None of the other teachers are having any problems with Cheryl. She's really quite a model student. It seems to me that she has some sort of dominance issue with you. You'll have to find some way to come down hard on her. Check the rule book and see if that gives you any ideas."
"I did," grumbled Miss Jander, "but really all it gave me was a sympathetic view to corporal punishment."
"Then why not try it. Put the brat over your knee and paddle her backside. If you insist she'd have to submit to it. If she tried to resist she'd be fighting a teacher and that's a major sin according to the school rules."
"But I wouldn't know how to go about spanking her. What do I do?"
"Ah, why don't you speak to Sam Ogilvie? He's our PE teacher. On the rare occasion that a boy is ordered to have corporal punishment Sam's the one who administers it."
"Really? Can I send Cheryl to him to have him spank her?"
"He'd probably enjoy doing it, too, but that's against school rules. It has to be a teacher of the same sex. Normally I'd administer a spanking to any of the girls but in this instance I think you'd be better served doing it yourself. Speak to Sam. He won't mind advising you."
One more class with Cheryl was enough to send a seething Miss Jander to speak to Sam Ogilvie. She found him in his office.
"Sam Ogilvie? I'm Margaret Jander. We haven't met before. I only started here at Lawndale a little while ago. I'm having some major problems with one of my students and Mrs Fotheringham suggested I talk to you about her. She said you could give me some advice."
"I see. Glad to help if I can. Why don't you tell me all about it?"
Margaret launched into a description of her travails with Cheryl.
"I'm at my wits end," she admitted. "Mrs Fotheringham suggested I just put the girl over my knee but I wouldn't know how. I've never spanked anyone in my life."
"Or received one if you don't know how," murmured Sam. "It's quite simple, you know. You sit down, make the girl bend over, toss her dress out of the way, apply hand to bottom, forcefully."
Margaret nibbled on a fingernail then sighed.
"You make it sound easy, but I just don't know."
"I'll tell you what. I'll step you through it. We'll pretend that I'm you and you're Cheryl. First, you don't do it in the middle of the classroom where everyone is watching, tempting though that might be. Isolate her in a small office or store-room. Most class rooms have a store room attached. Just use one of these after school. It will give you the privacy you need. In this case, my office gives us the privacy."
Sam rose from behind his desk and came around and sat on a visitor's chair next to Margaret. She raised her eyebrows slightly when he first stood. Sitting behind his desk he hadn't looked nearly as big as he did standing up.
"Come here", he told Margaret, patting his lap.
"What?"
"Point one," said Sam. "Don't take any nonsense from her. You're the adult. She's the child. You don't give her any leeway. Now, I said come here, so. . ."
Sam reached over and took hold of Margaret's arm, lifting her so she found herself rising out of her chair, then a pull sent her stumbling across his lap. A hand on her back held her in place.
"Now simply hold her where you want her and start the proceedings. Like this."
Margaret found her dress was lifted, Sam tucking it under the hand holding her in position. She was blushing, and then found she has a real reason to blush when her panties were pushed down out of the way.
"Hold on just one moment," she protested. "What do you think you're doing?"
"This is a bit of personal preference. You'll find it greatly adds to the young lady's embarrassment if you bare her bottom. It's treating her like a child in her eyes. How old is Cheryl? Eighteen?"
At Margaret's gasped agreement Sam nodded. "Then by all means, panties down. That's just the right age for her to really resent it."
"All right. You've made your point. You can let me up now."
"Don't be silly. We've barely started. Now when you spank the girl, remember that you're punishing her. You don't go patting her backside like this," demonstrating with a few casual pats, "but smack her bottom like this."
Margaret frantically bit back a scream as Sam's hand came down hard upon her bottom, dealing a couple of firm spanks.
"Also, you must remember to spread the spanks around a bit. If you spank this cheek now, then you must spank the other one next. You don't have to just alternate, but try and average it out. Like this."
A series of sharp stinging slaps danced across Margaret's bottom while she tried to prise herself off Sam's lap, to no avail.
"Stop wriggling. We're almost finished. You do know that you're supposed to confine your spanking to the bottom. Spanking here is frowned upon."
Sam thoughtfully rubbed his hand back and forth along Margaret's lips to demonstrate the no-touch area.
"Of course, if your spank goes off course and you see you're going to be landing a spank here then try to pull the spank so it only stings. Like this."
A quick series of stinging little slaps landed on Margaret's pudenda, encouraging the blood to flow. Other juices, too, Margaret realised.
"That should just about give you all the information you need," said Sam, swinging Margaret back to her feet. "And just when are you going to land on poor little Cheryl with both feet? Ah, just lean over the desk for a moment."
"After school today," said Margaret vindictively. "She's in my class last period and I just know she'll give me a reason to hold her back."
She instinctively did as Sam instructed, finding herself bent over the desk. Belatedly it occurred to her that she hadn't pulled her panties up. Her eyes opened wide as she found she was far, far, too late to think of that.
"Sam, don't you dare," she raged, feeling something pressing against her pussy, and she knew damn well that that wasn't his hand. She also knew damn well that her protest had come too late. She gasped as she felt Sam starting to push into her.
"Consider this a payment for the instructions I gave you on how to spank a naughty girl," murmured Sam pressing forward, pleased to find himself sinking in nice and deep without resistance.
Totally ignoring anything that Margaret might have to say on the matter Sam plunged into her, drawing back only to plunge deep once more. It is amazing, he thought, how some women react to a little spanking. They become all hot and bothered and any protest they might make just doesn't seem sincere. How can it when they're pushing to meet you so eagerly?
