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Plot. Someone learns the hard way not to steal from Ms. Saba.
Story Three of the Ms. Saba Spanking Series
POV Work of Fiction.
After drying off my hands and tossing the paper towel into a nearby wastebasket, I exit the staff restroom and head back to my office where my lunch was waiting. I actually liked the idea of us staff and teachers having separate restrooms from the students.
I enter the commons area and began scanning about with my eyes as I went towards the hall that would lead me back to my office. At this time of day, it was lunch time for the staff and students of Fencer High School here in Glendale, Arizona and there were various staff and students going about. Some were heading out for lunch while others were either sitting in various parts of the area or down in the cafeteria. I watched the students closely for any signs of misbehavior or dress code violations. One of the later just sprinted past me towards the doors.
“Hey you,” I shouted to the blonde girl. “Turn around and come here.” She instantly stopped and came back as in instructed. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a Hollister shirt with four of six buttons undone and showing ample cleavage.
“What did I do, ma’am?”
“Do you know the rule about shirts with buttons at this school.
“Yes, but I am heading out to grab some food. It’s pretty hot out today.”
It’s always hot outside in this state. I thought to myself.
“I understand, but when you return you are to have that shirt buttoned up all the way. You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. You’re lucky I’m on my way to my lunch break. Had I caught you at any other time, I would’ve taken you to my office for a spanking. Now go.”
Without another word, the teen went on her way. Two months have passed since the last time I dished out a spanking and I’m pretty sure my reputation of being a fearsome enforcer of discipline and modesty has spread amongst the student body. But I was glad there were still some infractions to correct. If the students, especially the girls behaved too well or if I had to use my disciplinary talents too often, I’m afraid my job here would lose its novelty and I would have to find a new spanking ground.
Truth be told, I’m even thinking about employing said talents beyond the grounds of this school.
Three minutes, later I’m walking down the hall that would lead me to the end of my journey. I was halfway to my office when I heard a loud crunching sound. Uh-oh sounds like trouble. I wonder who has dared to challenge me this time. I reached the doorway of my office and what I saw surprised me.
“What in the world are you doing in here and why are you eating my pretzel sticks?” I shouted. The most surprising thing wasn’t what the culprit was doing, it was who it was. Mrs. Higgins, one of the match teachers here. Everything about the brunette screamed high class from her golden silk blouse, grey pencil skirt and those expensive-looking heels.
“I saw these pretzels sticks sitting on your desk earlier and thought I try some. Needless to say, they are very delicious.”
“You couldn’t’ve waited till I got back to ask if you could have some?” I yelled.
“If you don’t want people walking into your office, maybe you should close your door when you’re not around,” Higgins replied before picking up another pretzel stick and taking a bite. I decided enough was enough. I stomp into the room and slammed the door behind me. Sensing a fight coming, Mrs. Higgins springs up from the chair and charges at me.
Big mistake on her part. I stepped out of the way of her charge and kept my right leg out for her to trip over. My plan worked and she landed face-first on the floor. I quickly rolled Higgins on onto her back and pinned her beneath me. She struggled to free herself but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her display in the face of my superiority. I slapped her face a couple of times to knock some resistance out of her.
“Listen real good, you conceited pretzel stick stealing slut. This situation is going to end one of two ways for you. I can either report you for your intrusion, theft and attempted assault or you can submit to my discipline and be sent on your way. So what will it be, risking your job or submitting to my discipline? You should also know that I keep a hidden camera in this room just in case of situations like this.”
Knowing that she had no chance of winning either in here or at a hearing with the principal, she chose the only option available to her.
“I submit, I submit.” I smiled and leaned down into her face.
“Good. And by the way, I really like those earrings,” I said with an ominous smile then without warning I pulled the first one from her right ear then did the same with the left. Since this so-called teacher stole from me I was going to do the same to her plus some. I tossed the ear-rings aside for now and shifted my attention to her blouse. I was going to see if there was anything else I could loot from her.
She grunted as I toyed with the collar button before undoing it. I went to the next button and repeated the process, I fiddled with it with my fingers then a crisp pop follows. I continued on with this all the way down to buttons seven and eight, I had to tug the bottom portion of the blouse out of her skirt to finish those. Upon part the blouse, I was rewarded with the sight of her tone stomach with a belly ring, a peril necklace around her neck and her juicy looking breast heaving up and down in her purple lace bra.
“You can keep the belly ring, but the necklace is mine.” I tear it from her neck and my looting of her was complete, for now. I sit her up and slide the blouse from her shoulders. Surprisingly, I received no resistance from my soon to be spanking prize. I guess she really meant her submission to me. It was now time for the main event.
“On your feet, hands behind your back,” I ordered as I pulled her up and marched her back to my desk. “Move it, you high-class slut.”
“I am not a slut, I’m a teacher. A great one at that.” I slammed her face down onto the desk and pull out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and slapped them onto Higgins. They were a recent acquisition from a sex shop and a new tool in my discipline inventory.
“No naughty female in this room is a student or a teacher, you are a possession of Ms. Saba and I will treat you how I please,” I replied before delivering a smack to her ass. “Tell me something Higgins, how often do you wag this booty when your back is turned to the class?”
“I don’t engage in such behavior. I am a teacher, not a stripper.”
“Liar,” I said after delivering another hard smack. This time, I kept my hand in place and began feeling her up. “I bet you do. Even when you’re walking down the hall. Moving your booty from side to side ever so slightly in hopes of enticing the boys. You’re a very naughty teacher, Higgins and now it’s time for you to learn a lesson.”
I give the zipper on the back of her skirt a little playful tug before pulling it down. I chose to do it slowly to savor the moment and add to her humiliation. It’s not every day you get to spank a teacher. With the zipper out of the way, I pulled the skirt down to her feet and raised them to remove it. She was wearing a pair of blue panties with a ribbon on the back.
“My favorite kind of present, a naughty white ass for me to discipline. Thank you so much for this gift, Ms. Higgins.”
After taking a few seconds to play with bow and to rub her ass and pussy, I pulled her up so I can sit on the desk and placed her over my knee. I told her to hold still and proceeded to smack away.
Smack after smack after smack after smack, her screams of pain got louder. The room was soundproof so I wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing.
“I bet you’ll never look at pretzels or pretzel sticks the same way again after today, aren’t you, you pathetic thief. My smackings had her in too much pain to deliver a coherent response. Normally I would force someone I was spanking to reply, but I was having too much fun with this one.
A dozen smacks later, I grew tired of using my hand. So I decided it was time for round two. I pushed her back to her feet and brought her front and center then I grabbed both bra straps and yanked them down to reveal her 34D size breasts. She squirmed in protest as I squeezed them with my hands.
“A very juicy pair you got here. I bet a lot of boys would kill to suck on these. I honestly feel tempted suck on them too. Should I or should I not? Hmmm.”
I continued to contemplate my decision to taste these treats on her chest as I ran my thumbs on her hardened nipples. But after three minutes of thinking and groping, I decided to pass and turned her back to the desk and pushed her onto it and told her put her legs up in the air.
As she lied there, I went around to get the cane from my drawer and gave it a swing to extend it to its full length.
“For the grand finale, I shall cane you in the diaper position. I extend my congratulations to on being the first to get such a punishment.” After my declaration, I delivered the hits rapidly and furiously.
But as quickly as the caning started it was over. I was hitting her so fast I lost count of the spanks I delivered, but I was sure it was well over thirty.
As Higgins continued to sob, I removed her panties to inspect the work of my hand and the cane. Given how red her ass looked, I have to admit I really outdid myself. I spanked this one harder than those other three girls, Madison, Samantha, and Stacy. I noted that her pussy stuck out more too in this position. Perhaps I should use this position more often.
“Ms. Higgins, you will remain in the cuffs while you endure fifteen minutes of corner time. After that, you get dressed and carry on with your day, but your panties will remain with me. May this episode discourage you from stealing from me or anyone else.” I would’ve added do you understand at the end of my sentence but that would’ve been pointless given that she was drowning in too many tears to respond.
I pulled her off the desk and walked her over to the corner on the left side.
Fin.
Story Three of the Ms. Saba Spanking Series
POV Work of Fiction.
After drying off my hands and tossing the paper towel into a nearby wastebasket, I exit the staff restroom and head back to my office where my lunch was waiting. I actually liked the idea of us staff and teachers having separate restrooms from the students.
I enter the commons area and began scanning about with my eyes as I went towards the hall that would lead me back to my office. At this time of day, it was lunch time for the staff and students of Fencer High School here in Glendale, Arizona and there were various staff and students going about. Some were heading out for lunch while others were either sitting in various parts of the area or down in the cafeteria. I watched the students closely for any signs of misbehavior or dress code violations. One of the later just sprinted past me towards the doors.
“Hey you,” I shouted to the blonde girl. “Turn around and come here.” She instantly stopped and came back as in instructed. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a Hollister shirt with four of six buttons undone and showing ample cleavage.
“What did I do, ma’am?”
“Do you know the rule about shirts with buttons at this school.
“Yes, but I am heading out to grab some food. It’s pretty hot out today.”
It’s always hot outside in this state. I thought to myself.
“I understand, but when you return you are to have that shirt buttoned up all the way. You hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. You’re lucky I’m on my way to my lunch break. Had I caught you at any other time, I would’ve taken you to my office for a spanking. Now go.”
Without another word, the teen went on her way. Two months have passed since the last time I dished out a spanking and I’m pretty sure my reputation of being a fearsome enforcer of discipline and modesty has spread amongst the student body. But I was glad there were still some infractions to correct. If the students, especially the girls behaved too well or if I had to use my disciplinary talents too often, I’m afraid my job here would lose its novelty and I would have to find a new spanking ground.
Truth be told, I’m even thinking about employing said talents beyond the grounds of this school.
Three minutes, later I’m walking down the hall that would lead me to the end of my journey. I was halfway to my office when I heard a loud crunching sound. Uh-oh sounds like trouble. I wonder who has dared to challenge me this time. I reached the doorway of my office and what I saw surprised me.
“What in the world are you doing in here and why are you eating my pretzel sticks?” I shouted. The most surprising thing wasn’t what the culprit was doing, it was who it was. Mrs. Higgins, one of the match teachers here. Everything about the brunette screamed high class from her golden silk blouse, grey pencil skirt and those expensive-looking heels.
“I saw these pretzels sticks sitting on your desk earlier and thought I try some. Needless to say, they are very delicious.”
“You couldn’t’ve waited till I got back to ask if you could have some?” I yelled.
“If you don’t want people walking into your office, maybe you should close your door when you’re not around,” Higgins replied before picking up another pretzel stick and taking a bite. I decided enough was enough. I stomp into the room and slammed the door behind me. Sensing a fight coming, Mrs. Higgins springs up from the chair and charges at me.
Big mistake on her part. I stepped out of the way of her charge and kept my right leg out for her to trip over. My plan worked and she landed face-first on the floor. I quickly rolled Higgins on onto her back and pinned her beneath me. She struggled to free herself but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her display in the face of my superiority. I slapped her face a couple of times to knock some resistance out of her.
“Listen real good, you conceited pretzel stick stealing slut. This situation is going to end one of two ways for you. I can either report you for your intrusion, theft and attempted assault or you can submit to my discipline and be sent on your way. So what will it be, risking your job or submitting to my discipline? You should also know that I keep a hidden camera in this room just in case of situations like this.”
Knowing that she had no chance of winning either in here or at a hearing with the principal, she chose the only option available to her.
“I submit, I submit.” I smiled and leaned down into her face.
“Good. And by the way, I really like those earrings,” I said with an ominous smile then without warning I pulled the first one from her right ear then did the same with the left. Since this so-called teacher stole from me I was going to do the same to her plus some. I tossed the ear-rings aside for now and shifted my attention to her blouse. I was going to see if there was anything else I could loot from her.
She grunted as I toyed with the collar button before undoing it. I went to the next button and repeated the process, I fiddled with it with my fingers then a crisp pop follows. I continued on with this all the way down to buttons seven and eight, I had to tug the bottom portion of the blouse out of her skirt to finish those. Upon part the blouse, I was rewarded with the sight of her tone stomach with a belly ring, a peril necklace around her neck and her juicy looking breast heaving up and down in her purple lace bra.
“You can keep the belly ring, but the necklace is mine.” I tear it from her neck and my looting of her was complete, for now. I sit her up and slide the blouse from her shoulders. Surprisingly, I received no resistance from my soon to be spanking prize. I guess she really meant her submission to me. It was now time for the main event.
“On your feet, hands behind your back,” I ordered as I pulled her up and marched her back to my desk. “Move it, you high-class slut.”
“I am not a slut, I’m a teacher. A great one at that.” I slammed her face down onto the desk and pull out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket and slapped them onto Higgins. They were a recent acquisition from a sex shop and a new tool in my discipline inventory.
“No naughty female in this room is a student or a teacher, you are a possession of Ms. Saba and I will treat you how I please,” I replied before delivering a smack to her ass. “Tell me something Higgins, how often do you wag this booty when your back is turned to the class?”
“I don’t engage in such behavior. I am a teacher, not a stripper.”
“Liar,” I said after delivering another hard smack. This time, I kept my hand in place and began feeling her up. “I bet you do. Even when you’re walking down the hall. Moving your booty from side to side ever so slightly in hopes of enticing the boys. You’re a very naughty teacher, Higgins and now it’s time for you to learn a lesson.”
I give the zipper on the back of her skirt a little playful tug before pulling it down. I chose to do it slowly to savor the moment and add to her humiliation. It’s not every day you get to spank a teacher. With the zipper out of the way, I pulled the skirt down to her feet and raised them to remove it. She was wearing a pair of blue panties with a ribbon on the back.
“My favorite kind of present, a naughty white ass for me to discipline. Thank you so much for this gift, Ms. Higgins.”
After taking a few seconds to play with bow and to rub her ass and pussy, I pulled her up so I can sit on the desk and placed her over my knee. I told her to hold still and proceeded to smack away.
Smack after smack after smack after smack, her screams of pain got louder. The room was soundproof so I wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing.
“I bet you’ll never look at pretzels or pretzel sticks the same way again after today, aren’t you, you pathetic thief. My smackings had her in too much pain to deliver a coherent response. Normally I would force someone I was spanking to reply, but I was having too much fun with this one.
A dozen smacks later, I grew tired of using my hand. So I decided it was time for round two. I pushed her back to her feet and brought her front and center then I grabbed both bra straps and yanked them down to reveal her 34D size breasts. She squirmed in protest as I squeezed them with my hands.
“A very juicy pair you got here. I bet a lot of boys would kill to suck on these. I honestly feel tempted suck on them too. Should I or should I not? Hmmm.”
I continued to contemplate my decision to taste these treats on her chest as I ran my thumbs on her hardened nipples. But after three minutes of thinking and groping, I decided to pass and turned her back to the desk and pushed her onto it and told her put her legs up in the air.
As she lied there, I went around to get the cane from my drawer and gave it a swing to extend it to its full length.
“For the grand finale, I shall cane you in the diaper position. I extend my congratulations to on being the first to get such a punishment.” After my declaration, I delivered the hits rapidly and furiously.
But as quickly as the caning started it was over. I was hitting her so fast I lost count of the spanks I delivered, but I was sure it was well over thirty.
As Higgins continued to sob, I removed her panties to inspect the work of my hand and the cane. Given how red her ass looked, I have to admit I really outdid myself. I spanked this one harder than those other three girls, Madison, Samantha, and Stacy. I noted that her pussy stuck out more too in this position. Perhaps I should use this position more often.
“Ms. Higgins, you will remain in the cuffs while you endure fifteen minutes of corner time. After that, you get dressed and carry on with your day, but your panties will remain with me. May this episode discourage you from stealing from me or anyone else.” I would’ve added do you understand at the end of my sentence but that would’ve been pointless given that she was drowning in too many tears to respond.
I pulled her off the desk and walked her over to the corner on the left side.
Fin.
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