The next day at school, Ben's homeroom teacher, Mr. Fredericks, asked him to wait after class. Ben was only slightly worried. He thought that Mr. Fredericks was cool. He couldn't imagine that the teacher wanted anything real serious.
"Ben," the man said when they were finally alone, "I've noticed a real decline in your behavior this year. I know we called your parents the other night. I hope they got through to you."
Ben, remembering his father's spanking, blushed. Mr. Fredericks noticed that the boy's face was turning red, decided that he had been right in his judgment of his young charge.
"Y-yes, sir," Ben stammered, his face turning hot. "P-please, Mr. Fredericks, isn't there some way we could handle things at school without my dad finding out?"
"What do you mean, Ben?" the teacher asked.
"Couldn't you just kind of punish me at school instead?"
"Well, Ben, I see no reason that we can't handle this at school instead of home-if you are interested, of course."
"W-what, do you mean?" Ben stammered.
"Were you punished hard the other night?" the teacher asked.
"Yes," Ben mumbled.
"How so?"
For a split second, Ben considered lying. He wasn't particularly proud of the fact that he was 13 and still was spanked at home. Then he decided that if he was caught lying, and his dad found out, his bottom would really be warmed at home.
"I get spanked," he said, in a barely audible whisper.
"So I thought, Ben. Here's what I propose: We will handle your in school problems between the two of us. Your parents won't find out. Instead, you will report to me once a week and I will punish you myself."
"What do you mean?" Ben asked, feeling a ray of hope and silently remembering his father's spanking.
"It is very simple. Every day you will have your teachers mark whether your behavior in class was acceptable or unacceptable. Every day you will turn those sheets into me. Once a week, you will be spanked, by me, for your misbehavior at school."
"S-spanked?" Ben stammered. "What do you mean?"
"I would think that would be obvious Ben. I have a hard paddle that I will use to spank your bottom. I will allow you only the minimal protection of a thin pair of pants. You may not wear underwear. Every week we will count the number of misbehaviors. I believe that 10 paddle smacks for every negative report will be appropriate. Do we have a deal?"
"I guess so," Ben said.
"This will be between just the two of us. If you have any reservations, I will not do anything to you-but your parents will receive all the negative reports from your teachers and will act on them however they see fit."
"Please," Ben almost begged, "I'd rather take it from you."
"OK, Ben, we start tomorrow. I want you to wear your thinnest pair of pants to school tomorrow, without underwear. I will spank you then. After I spank you, you can decide whether you want to continue with this arrangement."