Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older
It had been a week since Karl's humiliation at the bridal party and he'd heard nothing from his sister or any of her friends since.
On Monday morning he went to the kitchen to grab a bite of something for breakfast. Kim was sitting at the table eating cereal. He was extremely tense around her as you might expect. He grabbed an apple and some juice and started out the door to school.
He heard Kim wish him a good day at school as the door closed behind him. This made cold chills run up his spine. Anything coming from Kim gave him reason to be suspicious.
Karl's day was going along great. He felt somewhat safer at school than at home. He was dreading English class. He felt embarrassed and shame everyday last week in Ms. Simpson's class. This was also the only class that he had with his sister.
About half way through the class Karl felt something poke him in the side. He looked around and saw the girl behind him passing him a note. He took the note and started to open it but stopped when he realized Ms. Simpson was standing next to him.
"Karl, you know my rules about not paying attention and passing notes in my class," she said.
"But I wasn't the one passing..." he tried to explain before he was cut off by Ms. Simpson.
"So what's that in your hand if it's not a note?" She asked. She took the note and opened it. "According to this I'm a pushover and you've got me in the palm of your hand," she quoted.
"No! I'd never say anything like that about you or any teacher," Karl answered.
"You didn't say it, you wrote it down, that's even worse." Ms. Simpson said. "I'm going to make an example of you so the rest of the class and school will know I'm no pushover!"
She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up to the front of the class.
"Ok mister, bend over the desk!" She demanded.
"Ms. Simpson, you can't mean that!" Karl replied.
"I'm as serious a a heart attack, now assume the position," she demanded.
Karl blushed a deep red as he felt like he was being treated like a child in elementary school. He couldn't believe Ms. Simpson was actually going to spank him in front of the class.
He lowered himself onto the desk with his arms outstretched. He was slightly bent over with his butt sticking out behind him.
Ms. Simpson stood between the blackboard, behind her, and Karl so the class would have an unobstructed view. She began spanking his butt but with gentle slaps. Karl welcomed this non painful punishment. These slaps barely registered with him.
After maybe 20 or so blows to Karl's rear, Ms. Simpson stopped. She looked at him and asked, "Are you kidding me? You didn't feel that? You didn't make a sound or a move while I was punishing you!"
Karl turned his head to look at her not knowing what to say. The spanking had not hurt. It was more embarrassing than anything else.
When Karl said nothing in response to his teacher's inquiry she became enraged. She announced, "So you want to play the tough guy that feels no pain? I can play just as tough as you...boy!"
Karl, confused, said, "I'm not 'playing', anything. I'm simply trying to understand what's happening here."
She replied, "What's happening here is you're being punished for passing notes about me in class. Plus your refusal to show any penance from your punishment."
"Since you obviously pretended not to feel anything from my first attempt at discipline we're going to take another route." Ms. Simpson said. "Now drop your pants and bend over!"
"I can't drop my pants in front of the whole class," he protested.
She whispered in his ear, "I think you will. Remember
the bridal party and the videos from it."
Karl gave her a pathetic look that relayed, 'please don't do this to me'. She simply smiled and said, "I'm waiting, get on with it."
Karl stood up and slowly began fumbling with his belt buckle. With his belt undone he unzipped his jeans and with little effort they were soon down around his ankles. He was standing in his English class in his underwear. His face reddened even more at the embarrassment of being exposed like this to his classmates.
There were snickers and chuckles from his classmates. Many of the girls' eyes bugged out when they saw the huge bulge in the pouch of his briefs. Standing sideways to the class made his enormous penis look even bigger.
"That's better. Now bend over the desk again," Ms.Simpson said.
Karl did as he was instructed and waited for his undeserved punishment. When the slaps started he was amazed. They were no harder than the first ones she'd given him. He was pleased but still felt something wasn't right.
Again she stopped after twenty or so slaps. Karl assumed she was finished and stood up reaching down for his jeans.
"Just what do you think you're doing young man?" She asked.
"I thought you were done with my punishment, you stopped...spanking me," Karl said.
"I stopped because you were still not responding to your punishment. You made it look as if it wasn't painful or even uncomfortable." Ms. Simpson said. "Punishment is worthless unless effective!"
"I'm going to make sure you feel something this time. Now drop your jeans and get back over the desk!"
Karl let his jeans fall back around his ankles and leaning back over the desk. He heard a drawer open behind him but couldn't see what was happening. The next thing he knew Ms. Simpson was back at his side and said, "Almost ready just one more thing."
Before she finished her sentence Karl felt his underwear being snatched down his legs landing on top of his jeans. This was unfathomable to him. He was bent over his teacher's desk naked from the waist down. His lily white boy butt sticking out like a beacon of light. His freed enormous penis was swaying from side to side. He was now practically naked in his English class.