The day dragged for Niamh as replayed events in her head. Surely she could get out of this, she hadn't done anything wrong. And yet she felt trapped, the texts were from her phone and the truth didn't seem to be as believable as it should. She was on auto pilot for the afternoon, in the class in person but not in spirit as 4 o clock approached. One minute she decided she would stand up to Stephen. The next she would avoid the situation and walk away. And then she would be undecided again.
As the last class of the day left her room she took a deep breath and considered things. She concluded she had no case to answer and packed her bag to walk away. She stood from her desk and at that moment the door opened and Stephen entered the room.
"Now Ms Whelan it seems that you're late. I said same place, same time and you're not where you should be so I had to look for you and found you here".
"Stephen, we need to get things straight. I am the teacher here".
"I'm afraid Ms Whelan that you seem to have a lot to learn. Do I need to show you the texts again?"
"No, I am ordering you to delete them and to leave this room".
Stephen laughed. Not a light laugh but a sinister deep laugh.
"You really don't seem to get it do you? Well in that case I may stop wasting time. First we need to address your behaviour, you failed to turn up on time for detention, you have been stubborn and bad mannered and we will also have to decide if you have complied with uniform code as required in detention".
"Uniform code?"
"First things first, hands on the desk and present your arse for me Ms Whelan".
"What? No, this is outrageous".
"Those texts are on my phone now. Your actions will decide if they stay there or if I need to bring them to the attention of others. And I'm losing patience".
Niamh opened her mouth to protest but found nothing. Maybe this was the easiest way out, give him a moment of victory and wait her turn to regain control. Slowly she moved towards the desk and put her hands down.
"Arse higher Ms Whelan" came the instruction from behind. With that she adjusted into a position that took all her dignity away, her arms and face flat against the desk while her bottom was as high as she could manage.
"Now I assume you've realised you've earned yourself a spanking. By my calculations you earned ten for the text you sent, ten for not being on time and ten for bad behaviour now".
"I didn't send any text" Niamh protested while raising her head.
"Those sets of ten have just become twenty" Stephen responded with authority beyond his years. "Unless you want more"?
Niamh didn't respond, instead moving back submissively to her original position.
"Just stay there a moment, I'm enjoying the view" said Stephen during a momentary pause in the events. "Don't move".
A minute or so later Niamh sensed Stephen behind her.
"Now I'm going to be fair. As this is your first transgression I am willing to half the punishment to tens again. All I need is for you to admit that you were wrong".
