I'm not sure when I crossed the line, but I sure know I did. The look on his face was that of displeasure. Why he let me carry on as long as he did, I'll never know. As I walked towards his door I contemplated the visit I had just had with the Principal where he told me behavior like this was unacceptable and that I have been suspended from school for the next two days. It's late, but his door is open and the light, still on. I was told to leave the school immediately after retrieving my books from my locker, but I feel as though I should apologize. I hesitate outside his door, knowing it is the right thing to do, but afraid he will be angry with me. He doesn't know he is my favorite teacher, that I look forward to his class, that I devour literature because of him. I knock ever so quietly on the door and stand at the entrance. He looks up from the paper he is correcting. I'm surprised to see you. I stuff my hands in my pockets, cast my eyes towards the floor, and slowly approach his desk. May I please speak with you, Sir? Yes, of course you can. I stand at the side of his desk, heart beating out of my chest. I want to apologize to you for my behavior in class today. I was really out of line. Yes, you were and that's why I sent you to the Principal's office. I trust he punished you. I nod my head slowly and swallow hard. Yes, Sir. He suspended me for two days. He nodded, almost approvingly. Sir, about that. Will you please hear me out, this might sound strange, but I need to talk to you. Of course. I will listen to what you have to say. I take a deep breath and try to find the words, the right words. Well, Sir. I'm not so sure that is the most appropriate punishment. He raised his eyebrows and removed his wire frame glasses. It's not? I'm not so sure. It's more like a vacation from school than a punishment, Sir. He seems intrigued. How so? Well, it's not something that is going to deter me from acting out again. And isn't that what a punishment is supposed to do, keep you from doing what you have done wrong, again? Yes, it is. And besides that I acted out in your class and didn't show you the respect I should have. You should be the one to punish me. I catch a glimpse of his gentle gaze as I cast my eyes back to the floor. I trust your parents will properly punish you when they find out you have been suspended. No Sir, that's not going to happen. Why not? Just trust me it won't. If you were my daughter and you came home to tell me you have been suspended from school, you would find yourself across my knee for a long hard spanking. So consider yourself lucky, young lady. I'm not so sure I'm lucky, Sir. Do you think your behavior has earned a spanking? I lower my eyes again and barely utter out yes, Sir. Well, I cannot spank you here. I'm going to go call your parents and then take you home to deal with you there. My parents aren't home, Sir. Where are they? They are out of the country. Who is looking after you. No one, Sir. I watched him shake his head in disbelief. No wonder you behave the way you do. When do they come back? Not for some time. Consider yourself under my guardianship until they return. Do you have all the books you need during your suspension? Because this time it will not be a vacation for you, little girl. Yes Sir, I have what I need. Very well. Then come with me. The car ride was silent. I didn't know what to say except for I'm sorry and that just didn't seem like enough, so I sat in silence. He followed me into my house and waited while I went up to my room to gather my belongings. He took the bags from me and put them in the trunk of his car. The ride to his house was equally quiet. He got the bags out of the trunk and I followed him inside. He took me upstairs to what was to be my room while I was under his care. I trust you have homework? Yes, Sir. Then bring it downstairs. You will work on it while I fix dinner. Your punishment will come later. I obey him without question. Knowing better than to make it worse. I sit quietly at the kitchen table doing my work as he cooks. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask. K, is all I can utter. I try to concentrate, but I am not used to having someone watch over me. As dinner is cooking he stands behind me with his hands gently resting on my shoulders. Shivers run through my body as I am not used to his touch. So gentle and protective. He ruffles my hair gently as he goes back to the cooking. I don't know how he expects me to concentrate with all this attention. During dinner he makes small talk. Asking me if the rest of my day went better than while in his class. I try to give him more than one work answers, but my nerves have the best of me. I help him clean up when we are finished and start to head back to the table to finish my homework, but he stops me. We need to have a talk. I hang my head and nod slowly. He gently takes my hand in his and leads me into the living room. He seats me on the couch next to him so I am forced to look at him. His hand gently raises my chin as I hang my head. I need you to look at my little one. We need to have a serious chat. I've noticed that recently your behavior has worsened and we need to discuss that. All I can do is nod as I am so nervous. You know this is not acceptable. Yes, Sir. I know you are not my daughter, but while you are in my home, you will be treated as such. You will be protected, loved, cared for, and yes, you will be disciplined. Am I understood? Yes, Sir. Now, being suspended is a very serious matter and will be dealt with in a stern manner. I do this because I care about you and cannot allow this behavior to continue. You will be punished right now for your behavior in my class. Then tonight before bed you will be punished for being suspended. You will also be punished tomorrow night for the suspension as well. My heart sank. I knew I was getting far more than I bargained for. Stand up, sweetie. I did as I was told and stood before him. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and guided me across his lap. His heavy hand lay upon my bottom sending shivers up my spine. Now, your behavior was reprehensible in class today. As your teacher and now your guardian, I will not allow that. Am I clear? He punctuated the scolding with a sharp spank that I was not prepared for. Yes, Sir. It stung more than I thought. This is the spanking I would have given you this afternoon when you showed up at my door if I could have. Know that the spankings tonight and tomorrow will be much more severe. I felt his fingers run across the edge of my panties. I wrapped my arms around my head in embarrassment as he lowered them to my knees. Just so you know little one, I only punish on the bare bottom. You need not be embarrassed; it's the only way naughty girls get spanked by me. His hand gently caressed my trembling cheeks. Do you have anything to say to me before we get started? I breathe deeply and try to collect my thoughts. I'm sorry I behaved so poorly, Sir. Mhmmmmm. Was all he said. I didn't know what else to say. The silence was killing me. I didn't know if he was mad or angry or disappointed. His hand just kept gently rubbing my bottom. Sir? Yes, sweetheart? I'm really sorry. I'm ready for my punishment. I couldn't see him smile, but he knew I had accepted my fate. Good girl. He said softly. This is going to hurt. It's meant to. I nodded my head as the first spank stung my bare bottom. I tried to keep count, but they came hard and fast. I got to twenty and then the tears welling up in my eyes made me lose count. The burn quickly turned to intense fire and the quiet tears to uncontrollable sobs. Before I knew it I was being held tightly in his arms with my head pressed against his chest. I'm not sure when it ended, but he quickly pulled me onto his lap as quickly as he could. He rocked me in his arms until I calmed down. He turned my chin to face him and wiped the tears as they rolled down my cheeks. I expect much more from you. You are one of my best students and that will continue. Even if I need to spank you every night. And don't think for one second that I won't. Yes, Sir. He smiled gently and kissed my forehead. He hugged me tightly one last time and then stood my to my feet. You will finish your homework sitting on a sore bottom and then tonight before bed you will get what my little girl would get if she came home suspended from school. My curiosity must have been read from the look on my face because as quickly as I looked at him he responded before I could ask. You're going to get the belt, little one. I gasped in fear. He eased my trepidation with a gentle hug. It will be ok. It will hurt and you will learn your lesson, but you will be ok. Now, be a good girl and finish your homework. I winced as I sat at the table to finish my reading. I tried to procrastinate as long as I could, but he seemed to sense what I was up to. I had been re-reading the same paragraph for a good fifteen minutes before he stopped me. It's time, sweetie. I want you to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Put your jammies on and then wait for me in your room. I'll be up to talk to you shortly. He hugged me tightly and then sent me on my way. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed with my hands holding my head when he walked in the room. He took my head in his hands and held me tightly to his chest. It's going to be ok. I know you are scared, but you have earned this punishment. I nodded as I fought back tears. He sat down on the bed next to me. Getting suspended is a very serious matter. You understand that, right? Yes, Sir, I do. And if you were my daughter you would know that a suspension would earn you a bare bottom spanking with Daddy's belt. I know you aren't my daughter, however, since I am looking after you and I feel protective over you, I am going to treat you as if you were. You will be loved, cared for, protected, and when needed disciplined. The tears started rolling down my cheeks. No one had ever treated me like this. I felt so secure and loved and sorry that I had been naughty. Let's get this over with, honey. He kissed my forehead once again and helped me stand up. I watched as he placed two pillows on the edge of the bed. He lowered my pajama bottoms and helped me lie across the pillows. He positioned me so that my bottom was propped up and vulnerable. You may want to hold on tight to the sheets, baby. I gripped them tightly and tried to act tough. I heard him undo his belt and slide it through the loops of his pants. I looked back at him over my shoulder. I'm really sorry I was naughty. I know you are, little one, but you must be punished. It will all be over before you know it. Are you ready? I nodded my head slowly and then buried my face in the sheets. His belt seared across my bottom, instantly setting it on fire. The pain was more intense than anything I had ever felt. Tears streamed down my face as I begged and pleaded with him to stop. I promise I'll be good, please Sir. He stopped momentarily and gently rubbed my fiery bottom. Yes, baby, you will be good. Because if you are not, you know what to expect. I don't do this because I am mean or because I am angry. I do this because I care about you and you need to learn. I'm so sorry, Sir. I really am. I know you are, honey, but we still have a little left to go. I'm going to give you ten more and these ten I promise you will remember. Just hold on tight. I nodded and held on for dear life. The last ten were agonizingly painful. My bottom burned. As soon as the ten were given he pulled me up into his arms and held me as tight as he could. I sobbed as I continued to promise him how good I would be. He helped me pull up my jammie bottoms and rocked me in his arms. He pulled the blankets up around me and soothed my hair as I continued to cry. More so from him caring enough to punish me than from the actual pain of the spanking. I'm so sorry, Sir. I know you are. You are forgiven. I'm not angry with you. I just don't want to have to discipline you all the time, but I will if I think you need it. Are you still going to spank me tomorrow night too? Yes, little one, I am. You will get the belt before bed tomorrow night as well. And your homework had best be done during the day tomorrow or you will spend more time across my knee when I get home from school. Understood? Yes, Sir. Good girl. Now close your eyes. I'll hold you until you fall asleep. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes. His arms wrapped around me holding me safely and securely, knowing I was protected. Sleep tight, little one, he whispered as I drifted off to sleep.