On Monday nothing much happened. As a result, Ben started to relax. Maybe his dad knowing really hadn't changed that much. Tuesday, Ben even got a little _c_o_c_k_y, and acted up in math class. His math teacher told him to calm down and finally said that he was going to have to report Ben's behavior.
Ben didn't quite know what that meant. The next day, he found out.
In homeroom, Mr. Fredericks glared at him.
"Ben, I want to see you right after school." Ben felt his buttocks twitch. Luckily, his butt was no longer sore from Saturday's spanking. The boy also felt himself flush. Ben thought the best thing to do was to try to find out what was going to happen.
After the homeroom ended, Ben lagged behind. Mr. Fredericks sat at his desk in the front of the classroom. He wanted a private moment alone with his teacher.
"M-Mr. Fredericks," the boy stammered. "Can I talk with you for a moment?"
"What is it Ben?" the teacher asked, glaring at him.
Ben gulped. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Not as sorry as you will be. I am very disappointed in you. Get to your next class and don't be even a minute late after school!"
"Yes, sir." The whisper was so faint that Ben could barely hear it himself. Ben had a sinking feeling that it was going to be even worse than he thought it was going to be. He wasn't sure why, because Mr. Fredericks' behavior wasn't that much out of the ordinary. But he sensed something was different. Fighting back tears, the young teen fled the classroom.
For Ben, the rest of the day was a blur. Most of his friends wanted to talk about their Christmas presents. Ben was too worried about what would happen at the end of the day.
At lunch, Ben's friend Jim Tucker tried to cheer him up. "Hey, Ben, do you want to come to my house after school? You know I got some cool new games for the computer."
"No, I can't. I'm kind of grounded."
"Well, I'll at least walk home with you then."
"No, I can't. My dad is picking me up. He will be real mad if I'm not waiting for him." Ben hated lying, but knew he couldn't tell Jim the real reason..
Jim whispered so that no one could hear, "Is your dad going to spank you, Ben?"
Ben felt his eyes get wet. Jim was on the right track but Ben could not let him know how close he was.
"Yes," he finally lied, "but just let it go, OK?" Jim knew that Ben wouldn't say anymore and dropped the subject. It didn't quite feel right to him, but he respected his friend's privacy.
The entire day was a fog. As his classmates became more and more eager for the day to end, Ben felt more and more like he wanted the day to last forever. He knew he could withstand an eternity in math class if he did not have to face Mr. Fredericks when school let out.
Finally, the last bell of the day rang. Ben felt his chest pound as he picked up his books and walked to his homeroom. He tried to smile as he passed his friends in the hall, wanting them to think that he didn't have a care in the world.
Mr. Fredericks looked grim. "Ben, put your nose in the corner and keep it there. I need to be sure everyone is gone and then you and I are going to have a talk."
"Y-yes, s-sir," the boy stammered, putting his nose in the corner his teacher pointed him to—the one blind corner in the classroom where someone at the classroom door could not see him. Ben was scared and he knew that the longer he had to wait, the worse it would be. Mr. Fredericks had never used the corner before today.
Finally, after about 15 minutes, Mr. Fredericks called his student out.
"Ben, you seem to think that just because we are now in the year 2000, the rules for 1999 don't apply. Well, they do apply. In fact, they apply even more now than they did before Christmas. You didn't let a week go by before you acted up in math class."
"I received a very interesting telephone call on Monday morning, Ben. Do you have any idea who called me?"
"M-my, d-dad, sir," Ben stammered.
"And what do you suppose he told me?" Mr. Fredericks' voice seethed with venom.
Ben gulped. "A-about our arrangement."
"Exactly!" The teacher barked the word. "He didn't know about 'our arrangement.' In fact, he didn't know why you were suddenly behaving so well at school. I was going to keep this between us, yet he found out."
Ben started to tremble as his teacher continued to speak. "So now he and I have our own 'arrangement.' You are going to get a paddling from me today for acting up in math class. In addition, ANY time I paddle you, I will send a note home for him to sign—so you can get spanked at home as well."
"Please, I'm sorry," Ben cried, tears filling his eyes.
"The only reason you are sorry Ben is that your dad found out. I was really hoping that one of your New Years Resolutions would be for you to behave better at school. Now go put on your spanking pants and get back here immediately."
Ben did not have to be told twice. He grabbed the sack off the corner of the desk and raced to the bathroom. He slid into the restroom and almost bumped into the janitor.
"Slow down, young man," the janitor said. "What are you doing still at school? Classes have been out for almost half an hour."
"I-I have a meeting with Mr. Fredericks, sir."
"I think you were waiting to do something else, young man. I will check with Mr. Fredericks—come with me." The janitor marched Ben back to Mr. Fredericks' classroom.
"Back so soon?" Mr. Fredericks asked with a faint smile as Ben walked into the room, still wearing the clothes he had left in. The smile disappeared when he saw the janitor.
"I caught this young man in the bathroom. He said he had an afternoon appointment with you and I decided that I had better check."
"Thank you. Ben was telling the truth. You can leave him with me." The janitor shrugged and left.
"Since you couldn't do something as simple as changing without me today, Ben, you can change here in the classroom instead."
"Please, it wasn't. . ." Ben stopped himself in mid-sentence when his teacher shook his head "no." There was no way out of it. Trying to look brave and cool, the young teen kicked off his shoes, then quickly pulled his jeans and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. To Ben's supreme embarrassment, his penis was stiff. Without looking at his teacher, he pulled his tight pants up his legs and around his waist, snapping them shut and pulling up the zipper.
"Come over here, Ben!" the teacher commanded. Ben knew that this was his moment of doom. When the boy was in grabbing range, Mr. Fredericks reached out and dragged him across his lap, so that the boy's rounded buttocks were the highest point on his body. The tight pants didn't hide much. Ben's round buttocks pressed tightly against the fabric.
"In a minute you are going to get 30 swats with the paddle and then we are done, for today." Through his tears, Ben heard the ominous way Mr. Fredericks said "for today." To Ben, that could only mean there would be future days. On the other hand, he didn't think he would have much of a choice.
Mr. Fredericks took a good look at Ben's bottom. The teacher picked up the paddle and aimed for Ben's right cheek. SMACK!! Ben jumped, startled at the pain that was much worse than any hand spanking. The boy found himself starting to cry. SMACK!! As the boy jerked, Mr. Fredericks pushed down on Ben's back to hold the screaming boy in place. SMACK!!
"Oh, please (SMACK!!), I (SMACK!!) can't take (SMACK!!) any more (SMACK!!). Stop (SMACK!!). You're killing me. (SMACK!!) You're killing me (SMACK!!)" Ben's buttocks had exploded in pain and the boy was surprised at his own babbling as the hard wounded paddle landed over and over on his sore buttocks.
"You (SMACK!!) will live (SMACK!! SMACK!!) but your know it all (SMACK!!) attitude (SMACK!!) will die (SMACK!!) today or you will be the (SMACK!!) sorest boy (SMACK!!) in this school!" SMACK!! SMACK!!
"Math (SMACK!!) class (SMACK!!) is for (SMACK!!) learning, not (SMACK!!) horsing (SMACK!!) around."
Every inch of Ben's lightly clothed buttocks had been hit. SMACK!! Most areas were getting a second dose. SMACK!! Or a third. SMACK!! Ben was almost in hysterics. SMACK!! His bottom felt like he had been stung by 100 bees. SMACK!!
Mr. Fredericks looked down. SMACK!! Ben had almost had enough. SMACK!! But after his earlier call from Ben's father, the teacher knew this would not be the last one Ben received today. SMACK!! Both he (SMACK!!) and Ben's father would see to that. SMACK!!
"Get up, Ben, and get dressed." Ben staggered to his feet. His entire bottom felt like it was on fire. He had no idea how he would ever be able to walk home. Every movement hurt.
When he headed toward the door with his regular clothes in hand, Mr. Fredericks stopped him again.
"Change here, Ben. We don't want the janitor to catch you again." Ben blushed furiously as he pulled the thin pants completely off. But when he looked up to see if Mr. Fredericks was watching, the teacher was busy correcting a paper.
Finally, he got his regular clothes on and deposited the bag containing the thin pants on his teacher's desk.
"You may go home now, Ben. You and I will discuss this more when you can listen without worrying about your sore bottom." Still crying and with every movement, still hurting, Ben fled the classroom.
After Ben left, Mr. Fredericks pulled a slip of paper out of the desk and took his cell phone out of his pocket. The phone rang twice before it was answered.
"Yes, I just wanted you to know Ben was on his way home. I see. He's very sore tonight and I told him we would talk later. Yes, he knows. Thank you sir. Your son did well. I look forward to seeing him tomorrow in school."
The call completed, Mr. Fredericks hit the off button on his cell phone and slipped it into his pocket. Smiling, he put Ben's pants and the paddle away. Then the teacher gathered up some papers to grade and whistling a happy tune, turned off the lights in his classroom and headed home.