Back To School

I had no idea what I was getting into when I said I was interested in the Back to School Spanking Party. I thought it just a theme and Sly and I would just have our scene. I tried to not feel anxious as I relized this was a much more interactive evening.

All us teachers and students sat in the lounge as the Headmaster explained the report card and then asked everyone who wanted to be a teacher to introduce themselves and the subject they would be teaching. They then proceeded to the dungeon to set up their stations.

I was sitting next to Aylin who just published a book, and she was so sweet. She asked how I met Sev, and I explained that I had reached out to him before a hypno munch a few months ago. She said she has known him for six years and what a good guy he is.

After the professors had set up the students proceeded to the dungeon, and I started with Sly. Both of us were a little confused as to exactly what we were supposed to be doing. He looked at my empty report card and reviews the different sections. As the professor of woodworking, he asked me some woodworking questions: name three tools used in woodworking, what do you do with long hair and long sleeves, and how many coats of “weatherproofing” do you use to seal MDF?

He ended up failing me, secured me to the cross, and used different implements on my ass. Woodworking was my first and possibly hardest lesson of the night.

My ass was already tender when I decided to work up the courage to talk to the IT professor. I admitted to him that I knew how to turn on a computer and that, if it wasn’t working, I knew how to turn it off and back on again. He got a chuckle out of my joke.

His name was Professor Rand, and he asked several questions which I will in no way be able to recall. I had to ask for definitions to parts of his questions before I could even attempt to answer the question itself.

The only question I answered correctly was a 50/50. Was it a man or woman who created something that I again had never heard of? “Man” seemed too obvious, so I guessed the female choice—and happened to be correct. Ultimately, I told him I would not be passing his class and that he better teach me a lesson.

He showed me the table of implements, which belonged to his sub, and then showed me his, which were displayed beneath the large bondage table. His were thick and, many looked like small bats.

During the introduction, he had announced that he had a cane he could use. I had never experienced a cane but had always been curious, so I asked him to use his.

I bent over the table and raised the dress over my ass, revealing my tan fishnets and white lace bodysuit that just hugged my cheeks.

“Looks like you already got some color.”

He almost seemed apprehensive to give me more.

He was very gentle, lightly swatting the cane against my buttocks and thighs. It felt amazing, and he was so kind about checking in to see if I wanted more. It felt really good as he swatted it against my thighs, and I arched my rear end out to get more.

He asked if I wanted to try something else. I looked over to the table on my left and identified the slapper I had been eyeing earlier. The leather had three hearts cut into it.

Again, he went pretty light, but it felt great. He checked in, and I would just say, “More.”

Eventually, the lesson came to an end. We hugged, and I thanked him. On my report card, he gave me an F and said I needed training.

Next, I introduced myself to Professor Charlie, the math teacher. I informed him that I would not do well in his lessons. He looked at my report card, now displaying the two Fs from my previous lessons.

We started with a few easy math questions. He then asked which implement I wanted. He went through his collection of five or six, and I was immediately drawn to a thick burgundy leather slapper that was doubled over into the handle, creating a loop.

He told me it was thuddy and warned me that it sounded really loud when it cracked down, but it was actually pretty mild.

I again put my hands on the bench and leaned over, offering to raise my skirt. He made a comment about me clearly having learned some lessons already.

He began asking simple addition problems and then moved on to multiplication.

My first wrong question was, “What is 3x3?”

The answer being 9, not 6.

As a result, I had to count out nine swats.

He then asked the square root of 100. Knowing another swat was coming my way, I answered, “π”

He laughed and said I was wrong, and I told him pie is always the answer.

We finished the lesson with him teaching me 1–5 in Japanese. We worked on each number individually, and I was impressed when I was able to string them all together. Pronounced itch (ichi), knee (ni), sun (San), she (shi) and Go.

He switched to a different tool—two long, clear fiber-optic-looking cords about the diameter of a dime. He warned me that it was stingy, and the stings made it difficult for me to remember the numbers, much less get them in the right order.

With his guidance, I nabbed my first A of the night and he said on my report card that I was an asset to the class.

My final professor was Brian. He was teaching about dinosaurs.

He had green light-up suspenders, which was my answer when he asked why I wanted to take his class.

He then complimented me on my smile and my cute fox dress and proceeded to warn me that this was a Dinosaurs 201 class. He then gave me a hard time for being unprepared on my first day as I left my pen at the previous station.

He began with the question, “Which dinosaurs were in Land Before Time?”

The answer was all of them, which made both of us laugh.

He then asked for the most famous singing dinosaur. He said there were a lot, but there was one really famous one.

Knowing there was more than one possible answer made me totally blank.

I asked if one of the dinosaurs in the ’90s show “Dinosaurs” sang. I remember the talking baby but did he sing too? He thought for a moment and laughed, saying they actually did have a musical episode.

The correct answer, however, was Barney.

I laughed, feeling foolish, but rebutted that he wasn’t a real dinosaur.

He quipped back that it was a real dinosaur dressed up in the costume so as not to scare the kids.

His final question was something about Godzilla, which I again got wrong, but I stated that I thought Godzilla is a monster, not a dinosaur.

He said that he doesn’t like to drop names, but he has actually played golf with Godzilla.

I asked how they made a golf club that big, and he said that he actually just hung out at the country club bar getting cocktails.

He was so effortlessly funny and put me completely at ease.

He asked me if I preferred stingy or thuddy implements. I answered thuddy, though I quickly wondered if I had fully explored the two options—or if, at that point, I was so sensitive that either option would have had the same effect.

He started with a basic slapper. Again, I leaned over the bondage table, the same one that, a week ago, far too many socially awkward kinksters had been playing Exploding Kittens on. I again raised my dress and the third professor of the evening remarked on the marks already present on my rear end. It in no way stopped him as he began swatting my ass with a tool I no longer recall.

Brian would check in by lowering himself to the mat and asking me other simple questions, such as how many Land Before Time movies there are.

I guessed too low, with the answer being ten.

He switched to a leather tread-type implement, almost like the sole of a rubber boot attached to a handle. That one made me dance around a bit more, occasionally kicking my feet up.

Then he broke out a stainless-steel meat tenderizer, the exact kind you would use in the kitchen. Sized like a mallet, he was pretty relentless in the pounding of my ass.

He commented on how good I looked in my fishnets and that the marks I would have tomorrow would be a really cool effect.

I don’t know if, again, I was just so tender from all my lessons or if the tenderizer was too much, but I began to wiggle as I slowly danced toward my limit. It was so concentrated and hitting my already sensitive flesh.

I tried enduring it before quietly saying, “Okay, okay, okay,” under my breath, leading to the end of our lesson.

Shortly after, Sly came over, and they talked for a brief moment. Brian’s submissive had broken one of Sly’s tools—one of my favorites, the one with multiple canes taped together.

Brian joked that I should consider enrolling in his 101 Dinosaur class.

I went back to Sly’s station, and he pointed out a few other professors I could approach, but I was just wanting my extra credit in woodworking.

He secured me to the cross, in the cuffs I can slip out of but choose not to.

We did some more impact play. I told him how every professor had remarked on the color I already had on my ass, and he said that he knows how much I can handle.

Before our evening began I had told him that I had wanted it to hurt to sit down then next day. Mission defiently accomplished. It was difficult to sleep as every time I tossed and turned the head from my ass woke me up. It was such a fun evening and I am proud of myself for stepping outside the comfort Zone and playing with people I don’t know. Everyone I talked to was really nice and I didn’t feel as shy as I normally do. I embraced the evening and am so glad that I did.

We all sat in the lounge as the Headmaster explained He did some different implements, most which blur together. He started