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JP_1814 wrote: Back to School by JP_1814

This story is inspired by a dream I had, so shout out to my unconscious mind. I did take some liberties with the original dream, some elements are just a bit too personal.

The Fall semester was ending at my Junior year of College. I was looking forward to getting a much deserved break. Even though I wanted a break from school, I was looking forward to visiting my favorite teacher from Harding Area High School, Miss. T.

When I got to Harding Area I signed in with the office and proceeded to head to Miss. T’s room. Forntually, when I walked in Miss. T did not have a class so was grading papers. Miss. T was in her early 40s with dark brown, curly hair and a brown, strapless, corduroy dress.

“Excuse me James,” Miss. T said as she got up to get another stack of tests. Suddenly a loud “pop” echoed across the room. I looked to Miss. T, to make sure she was alright, and found her standing there with her dress on the floor, the snaps on her dress failed. Miss. T’s medium sized breasts sagged slightly with age. She did not have a bra on, but she did have on a pair of blue panties and navy stockings. Her face turned a pleasing shade of cherry red as she remembered she was standing almost naked with one of her former students in the room.

“Oh no,” Miss. T said worried. She picked up the dress and examined it for a moment. “I don’t think I can fix this in time for my next class.”

“I can run down to the office and she what clothes they have.” I suggested.

“That would be great James. Please hurry though.”

I left the room and moseyed my way back to the office. While I liked Miss. T as a teacher, she was a harsh grader and it is nice to see her finally get her comeuppance. At the office, I explained to the secretary what happened and asked her to direct me to the lost & found. The secretary warned me that they didn’t get too many clothes in the lost & found and most of the clothes they got were gym clothes. Boy was she right, there was almost no clothes in the lost & found, what little there was could hardly be described as tearchly.

I grabbed a blue tank-top that looked about a size too small for Miss. T and a pair of short gym shorts that also looked like they would not fit.

“This was all they had,” I told Miss. T when I finally got back to her classroom.

“Oh, well this will have to do,” she said looking displeased at my choices. The shirt went down only slightly above her panty line. Even though her boobs weren't massive, they looked like they were trying to escape from the top of the shirt. The short shorts also hardly fit, they left the top of her panties and much of her butt exposed. Nothing she had on was in any way up to dress code. “I think I am going to clock out early. There is no way I can teach a class dressed like this.”

We walked back to the teacher’s lounge where the school kept their time-clock and the person responsible for getting substitute teachers. On our way there however, we ran into the Principal.

“Miss. T, what on Earth are you wearing?” He asked angrily.

“I can explain Principal…” Miss. T tried to explain.

“Explain getting some over-protective parent suing the school because of your sexual kicks Miss. T. You know as well as I that the Harding Area High School Dress Code is binding on both students and teachers. If you want to dress like a student, perhaps I should punish you like one.”

“No Principal please.” Miss. T begged, her face turning an even brighter shade of red.

Smack! The Principal gave Miss. T a good whack across the butt with his hand. “Two dress code violations is six smacks on the bare bottom Miss. T. Wait a moment,” the Principal said as he pulled up Miss. T’s shirt in the open hallway. “You are not wearing a bra too. That is three dress code violations for nine spanks on the bare butt Miss. T.”

“Yes Principal.”

“Put your hands on the wall, stick your butt out, assume the position.” Miss. T did as she was told. In one swift motion, the Principal pulled down both the shorts and Miss. T’s panties. “You will count each smack,” he ordered further.

Smack! “One.” Smack! “Two.” Smack! “Three.” Smack! “Four.” Smack! “Five.” Smack! “Six.” Smack! “Seven.” Smack! “Eight.” Smack! “Nine.”

“Now get back to class Miss. T.”

“Yes, Principal.”

Going back to school over break was far more fun than I thought it ever would be.