“Quiet down, please!” the teacher said to the class. The boys stopped chatting as they saw the pile of papers that she was holding.
“Are these our tests, Miss?” a boy named Ryan asked.
“They are. Now, please take a purple pen and go through the annotations as I hand them.”
There was a rustle as the boys dutifully looked into their pencil-cases for the necessary pen. As post-16 students in one of the top grammar schools in the country, all of them were used to weekly tests, and needed little reminder of what to do. Discipline and behaviour had never been an issue.
“Got it!” Ryan said, holding his pen up. “First?” he looked around. “Boys, always competitive…” Miss Moore thought.
With a tut, she put the paper down on the boy’s desk. He gasped.
“What is this?” he asked.
“That’s your test, Ryan,” she said.
“I can see that, but it seems you’ve given me a… C minus?”
“Indeed, Ryan, that’s quite disappointing… Did you revise before this one?”
“Of course I revised,” he said with a frown. “Not that I needed to, this was ridiculously easy. There must be a mistake.”
There was a snicker behind him. “Is that a C, Ryan?” another boy asked.
“No way!” Ryan said, “Miss has made a mistake.”
She huffed. “There is no mistake! I do not make mistakes. Maybe you need to reconsider the amount of effort you should put into your work, young man.”
Ryan frowned and turned the page, quickly scanning through the answers. Miss Moore gave the next boy his test.
“Miss!” Ryan called.
“Not now, Ryan,” she replied tersely, and kept handing out the tests.
“Hey, Ryan!” the boy behind him called, “Look, an A!”
“A plus!” another called out.
“Quiet, boys…” the teacher warned.
“But Miss!” Ryan called again.
“That’s enough, young man!” she snapped. “I can see that you are disappointed with your grade, but it is merely a result of your own complacency. No one else in the class is complaining. In fact, no one else did quite as bad! Maybe next time you will check your work before handing it in, and make sure that you didn’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly, yes? Now I don’t want to hear one more word about it, understood, Ryan?”
“Ryan?” she asked again.
“Yes, Miss… But…”
“Not another word! I’d rather not have to discipline you. Though if I’m honest with you, a result like that should be reason enough for a good spanking!”
There was a OoooooOooooh from the other boys. It had been a long time since any corporal punishment had been needed, and Miss Moore was well fit. More than one boy had dreamed of being pulled over her lap… or the opposite.
She looked at the rest of the class and lifted a finger in warning. “That’s quite enough, boys. You only have twenty minutes to do your corrections, then the lesson’s over. And as for you, Ryan, I would use my time wisely if I were you and try to understand what went wrong so it doesn’t happen again.”
For the next ten minutes, only the rustling of papers and pens could be heard. As the minutes ticked by, Ryan’s frown only deepened, until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and rose his hand.
“Miss?” he asked.
Sat at her desk, she slapped it with the tip of her fingers and rolled her eyes. “I thought I made myself clear, young man?”
“Yes, but can I show you something, Miss, please?”
“Yes, yes, if there’s something you don’t understand, I can help you, of course.”
“Poor little Ryan can’t even correct the mistakes himself…” said a voice behind him.
More snickers behind his back, and Ryan felt his cheeks blush in shame and anger.
“Shut up!” he said, turning around.
“Ryan!” Miss Moore said.
“I’ve had quite enough of your attitude, young man!” she hissed. “I think you and I are going to have a talk at lunch.”
More ooohs and aaahs.
“But you got it wrong!” he said, “Look!”
He held his test up.
“You’ve marked each question as if it were the next,” he continued. “See? The first one here? It’s correct, right? And this one, look? It goes A, C, D, but you circled A, C, D on the next one. And then the next, and then the next!”
Miss Moore snatched the paper off his hand and started leafing through it, blushing. “I-I…” she stammered.
“Well?” Ryan asked.
“I think…” she started.
“Did he get it right?” one of the boys asked.
“Legend!” another yelled from the back.
“It’s all correct, isn’t it, Miss?” Ryan asked with a smile.
“Y-yes… It appears so…”
“So what you’re saying is…” Ryan continued, grabbing his chair and dragging it in front of the desks. “What you’re saying is that you made a silly mistake?”
“I… Hum, well…” she stuttered again.
“Are you telling me you didn’t check your work before handing it in?” he grinned, “I think you’re the one who needs a lesson, Miss…”
The other boys in the room were gleefully looking at her, arms crossed, a smile on their face. One of them, Ian, went to the door and casually leaned against it. A few already had their phones out.
“I don’t know what you’re saying, Ryan, but…”
“What I’m saying, Miss, is that we expect a high standard of work from you, just as you do from us. That’s only fair, right?”
“Yes. I-I suppose?”
“And you said it yourself, such silly mistakes are reason enough for a good spanking.”
“I… Did I say that? I… Hum…”
“You said it, Miss…” said another student with a wry smile.
“Yup, you did,” chirped another.
“What’s my grade?” Ryan asked.
“A… A plus…” Miss Moore said, hesitantly.
“What was it out of? The marks?”
“One… One hundred and ten…”
Ryan looked around with a grin. “What do you think, guys? One hundred and ten, sounds fair?”
All of them nodded, some of them mouthing “Yeah!”
“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” Miss Moore tried, but Ryan was already pulling her over his lap.
Quickly, he landed a series of slaps over her dress. It was clingy enough that he could see the patter of her lacy panties underneath. As she wriggled and protested, he held her firmly in place and only spanked her harder, encouraged by his classmates, several of which were pointing their phones at them.
“Maybe next time you won’t be so quick to dismiss questions, Miss?” he said with a grin, and kept landing hard, open-palmed smacks on her curvy ass.
“Oww!” she yelped in pain, “Please! You’ve made your point!”
“Lift her dress!” one of the boys called. Many others approved. Not one to disappoint his audience, Ryan quickly pulled it up, revealing a white pair of lace knickers under which creamy-white buttocks were turning pink. After a second of admiring the view, he went back to work, much to the delight of the other boys. As more slaps poured down, Miss Moore was blushing from both ends, and tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She was begging and crying out with every other slap, knowing that a classful of boys were staring at her rear, and that a frilly pair of lacy lingerie was all that protected her dignity —the little of it she had left, anyway.
“Have you been counting, Miss?” Ryan asked as his hand hit her wobbling bottom once more.
“The one hundered and ten slaps?”
Ryan tutted and shook his head, “Were you not paying attention, Miss? I thought the task was quite clear… Such a silly mistake… Should we start again at one, then?”
“N-no! Please! Ryan!”
He nodded to another boy. “Joe. How many?”
“Sixty four,” the other boy said.
“See? We do pay attention, don’t we miss?”
“Y-yes, I-I’m sorry!”
“You said it yourself, you should make sure that you don’t make silly mistakes that end up costing you dearly…”
“Yes… I’m sorry… I…”
“Only forty three to go!” Joe said with a grin.
“No, please!” she moaned.
“Oh yes…” Ryan said with a grin, “But first…”
Pinning her arm behind her back. he grabbed her panties and slowly, almost delicately pulled them down to her thighs, revealing bright red, clenched cheeks. She kicked her legs in protest, but there was nothing the could do. There was palpable excitement in the room, and none of the boys said anything, as if stunned by the view. Big, ugly tears were running down Miss Moore’s cheeks and she screw her eyes shut.
A sudden massive slap made her open them wide again, and she cried out in pain and surprise.
“How many more?” Ryan asked.
“Forty two!” she moaned.
“Well done!” he said and slapped her ass again. And again, and again.
“T-ten!” she sniffled a few minutes later.
“Six! Six! Oww!”
He held his hand high. “Anything you want to tell us, Miss?”
“Will you make any more silly mistakes?”
“No! No! I will check my work! I won’t make silly mistakes again! Please”
Just as the final slap landed, the bell went off.
Ryan let his teacher go and got up.
“There you go lads, class dismissed!” he said. Behind him, one hand on her desk, Miss Moore was rubbing her red, painful, punished bottom.