The Speech Impediment

[SpankingFetish]

Juanoneone's stories have been very hard to find lately, so I'll be archiving them here

Fifteen year old Nicole Fullerton plonked herself down in a seat near the front and smiled at the dark-haired, tan girl sitting to her left. "Hi!" she said brightly, flashing white teeth "I’m Nicole".

"Shut up!" hissed the other girl through clenched teeth, keeping her eyes fixed on the blank chalkboard, despite the fact that the teacher had not even arrived. Nicole wasn’t going to waste her time being offended. She turned to her right and flashed her smile again. "I’m Nicole. It’s my first year at this school. What’s your name?". The girl sitting across from her pretended not to hear her, but just sat perfectly still, eyes to the front. Now Nicole was getting irritated despite herself. She span in her seat, and realized for the first time that the entire class of thirty girls were still as statues. She turned to her left again, and asked "is this a joke?".

"Shut *up*!" hissed the girl again, never even looking Nicole in the eye. Nicole frowned.

"*You* shut up!" she retorted.

"Nicole, listen very carefully and I just might save your ass. Everyone in this room prayed never to be put in Miss Banks class, but we are. For two years. Now keep your mouth shut and never draw attention to yourself for any reason". Nicole shook her head in incomprehension, her blonde pigtails swinging. "I could have been in any class, but I head the academic results were good for Miss Banks. I was told she had Tourette’s Syndrome or something, but I can ignore that". A grim smile spread on the other girl’s lips. "You *chose* to be in this class? You’ll regret it. Now be quiet. If Miss-". The door swung open suddenly. Nicole snapped her attention to the front of the room, beginning to feel butterflies in her stomach. Something wasn’t right here.

Miss Banks entered the silent classroom. She was a tall woman, beautiful with icy blue eyes and blonde hair bound tightly behind her head in a bun. She wore a neat gray tweed skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse. Apart from a touch of red lipstick, her fair skin seemed free of makeup. Her face twitched for a second, one eye winking, as she scanned the room. She hiccuped. Miss Banks began to walk up and down the rows, looking at the girls with a steely gaze. The students tried not to lean away from her as she patrolled. "I am Miss Banks" she announced "and I will be your teacher for the next two years". Her face twitched again. "Spanking" she said quietly. Then more loudly "over that time, we shall get to know each other very well. I expect the highest standards of academic excellence, and in return, I offer the highest standards of teaching. Bottom". The girls hardly dared to breathe. "I trust that we shall have a fruitful spanking. Excuse me. I trust that we shall have a fruitful relationship. As most of you have no-doubt heard, I do have a neurological speech impediment. A paddle. A neurological speech impediment that causes me, on occasion, to spank your bare bottom. That causes me on occasion to bare bottom spankings. That causes me on occasion to add words to my sentences. It has been my sad experience, over the years, that certain girls find this a suitable inspiration for mirth. Well let me assure you young ladies that I will not be standing for mockery. I *will* have respect in this classroom, and if you are not grown up enough to give me that respect, then I will *make* you give me that respect. Anyone who thinks that it is funny to laugh at my neurological speech impediment will bare bottom spankings will soon be laughing on the other side of their face. On the other face of their bottom. On their face. Will be facing another spanking of their bottom. Will soon not be finding my neurological speech impediment so very funny anymore". Nicole’s reason told her that this *had* to be some kind of joke, but her instincts for self-preservation kept her perfectly still. She wished that she had signed up for another class.

"You may have heard that I am strict. Yes, I am strict punishment. Yes, I am strict, but I am fair skin turning to pink and to red as it is slapped by my palm. But I am fair. Now, I would be the first to pull down a girl’s panties. I would be the first to admit that no class is ever perfect. You all have firm young bottoms. Yet perfection is not what I seek. What I seek is your personal best, and you *will* give me your personal best if I have to *make* you. Those of you who behave yourselves will have nothing to wear. Nothing to fear. On the other hand, I will not stand for troublemakers. If you need to be punished, then I will punish you. As much as I hate to, if necessary, I will resort to the ultimate deterrent". She paused, then said "spankings", drawing the word out slowly, as if unsure how to pronounce it. I do enjoy administering corporal punishment. I do *not* enjoy administering corporal punishment. However, if you force my hand slapping hard on your bare red bottom spank spank however if you force my hand, then I can and will employ it". All eyes were locked on the teacher’s face, their attention complete.

"You may even have heard that no girl has ever made it through this class without having had her bare bottom soundly spanked by me. That’s all true. But don’t lose sight of the reason we are all spanking. Don’t lose sight of the reason I am spanking. Don’t lose sight of the reason we are all here. Education. Spanking you. Education. Bare bottom. What did you say?". She jabbed her finger at Nancy Gallagher, who had been absolutely still and silent the entire time. Nancy’s heart froze in terror. She started, shifting in her seat and then freezing in a new position, eyes locked on her teacher’s face, above and to her right-front. "Me, ma’am?".

"Yes, you with the long dirty-blonde hair and the and the brown eyes and the freckles. Bottom. What did you say?"

"I didn’t say anything Miss Banks" answered Nancy in a wavering voice.

"See me after class. Where was I? Education. Spankings. Education. Those of you who excel academically *will* receive the recognition they deserve to have their bare bottoms soundly spanked. Receive the recognition they deserve. Much of the material that we will be covering will be new to you, and nobody. Nobody. No panties. Spankings. No panties. Spankings. No panties. Spankings. Nobody understands better than I do that new material requires new study habits. While the academic demands made on you will be challenging, you will be relieved to hear. You will be relieved to be spanked. You will be spanked. You will be relieved to hear that I am a reasonable woman. A cruel woman. A reasonable woman who will not expect more of you than you can give. The discipline and skills that you learn in this classroom will be invaluable to you in later life, whether in business, or academia, or firm young bare bottoms, round and smooth, hot and red under my palm as I spank and spank and spank. Or other fields. Spanking Susan Gallagher’s bare bottom after class. Red spanking". Susan Gallagher’s jaw dropped in despair, but she shut it quickly and fearfully. She tried not to let her eyes grow damp.

"You have no doubt read bottom. You have no doubt read about the raising of skirts. Raising of the standards of living over the last twenty years. Last twenty spankings. Years. Spankings. However, what you may not have read, is that skirts are raised for a spanking. Is that standards have been rising for a reason. Hard work. Hard spankings. Hard spankings work. Work spankings. Hard spankings. The hard work of the generations of the past. If standards of living are to continue to rise in the future, it can only be through the hard work of the generation who will be the workers of tomorrow. I have a paddle. If the generation has worked hard, things will go well. But nobody will prosper if no panties. No panties for you. But nobody will prosper if nobody works hard, long spankings. Bend over! Over my knee! Down with your panties! What does this mean for you? It means that I will be spanking you. It means that you must work hard. Working hard is not a matter of degree. You either work hard or you don’t. Work hard and you will get spankings. Work hard and you and I will get along very well indeed. Spankings over my knee! But if you don’t work hard, it is my duty to guide you back *on* to the path of hard work. Strict spankings. You must do as you are told".

"Punishment. Now is the time of the punishment. Now is the time to seize the day. Sometimes I feel you lying over my knee, panties down as I spank your peachy bare bottom. Your bare red bottom begging for mercy. And the only time to seize the day is *now*. Spank your spankings bottom. Spank it hot. When I make you work, it is for your own benefit. Remember that. If you are unruly, I will put a stop to it. If you behave yourself, I will spank your bottom. If you behave yourself, and if you work hard, which is really just a part of behaving yourself. Then I will spank your bottom. Then I will recognize your bottom, just as you have recognized my authority.

"Let us not forget that while we don’t face the same challenges that our forebears had to face, our times bring new challenges of their own. Whether we like it or not, our country is now part of a global community. The competition is very real. If citizens of foreign countries work harder than citizens of this country, then they will overtake us. The Japanese have hot spankings. The Japanese girl gets hot spankings. Hot spank. Hot freeze. Freeze you!". Her finger pointed at Alice Nakada. The Asian girl tried to freeze, but cringed a little in her seat as she looked up at Miss Banks with frightened brown eyes. "You with the shiny black hair, cut to shoulder length. Soft. You with the brown eyes. The Japanese girl bottom. The Japanese girl with the bottom. You with the Japanese girl with the Japanese girl bottom hot spankings". There was silence for a moment.

"Yes Miss Banks?" Alice asked very quietly.

"Spanks. What were you just doing?"

"When Miss Banks?"

"Spank the little Japanese girl. When? When I said ’Freeze’! When do you think? Are you trying to try my patience young lady? Now tell me at once what you were just doing".

"I wasn’t doing *anything* Miss Banks" she swore. As far as she could recall, the only thing she had been doing at the time Miss Banks said "Freeze" was sitting perfectly still, praying that the woman would not notice her.

"I see. Stay after class Japanese spankings".

"I’m American Miss Banks. In case you. I’m an American citizen. If that’s-" offered the frightened Alice in a small voice. "It’s just that you said ’Japanese spankings’". She heard the clock ticking for a couple of seconds, the world otherwise frozen silently around her. She could feel a damp chill under her collar. The chill grew into a cold tremor running down her spine. "You said that we have to be competing with other nations. And then you said that the Japanese girl gets hot spankings and then you told me to freeze and-"

"Are you making fun of me?" demanded Miss Banks, hands on her hips.

"No Miss Banks!" promised Alice desperately. "Its just that Kyoko Toda over there was born in Japan". Kyoko almost squealed in rage and fear. The taller girl wore an immaculate uniform, and sat with a perfect posture. Not a strand of her long black hair was out of place. Her eyes locked with those of her teacher. She passionately wished that her English was better. "I am a good girl" she promised "beneficial spankings will please not be needed thank you ma’am".

"You be *quiet*!" snapped Miss Banks at her, stabbing the air at her with her index finger. Kyoko gasped with a sharp intake of air and flinched backward. Miss Banks turned her gaze back on Alice Nakada. "Are you making fun of me girl with the bottom smooth and just a little plump spankings are you making fun of me girl with the Japanese bottom girl. Girl with the off with your panties. Are you making fun of me?"

"Oh *no* Miss Banks" Alice assured her desperately.

"Because it seems to me that when I tell you freeze, and you suddenly start telling me that some other girl has no panties on, is Japanese with no panties Japanese, then you aren’t being very respectful. I don’t stand for lack of respect. That would be bad enough. But then you try to excuse your behavior by telling me that *I* said bare bottom spankings. Telling me that *I* said that the Japanese have hot spankings. That you deserve a hot spanking. That bottom. Telling me that *I* said that in Japan, bare bottom spankings on the bare bottom as you beg for mercy. The fact that I have a speech impediment does not give you the right to wear panties. Does not give you the right to make a mockery of this classroom. Hairbrush in my drawer. You can stay after class every day this week young bare bottom spankings and we’ll see what that does for your attitude. Where was I before I was so rude. So rude bottom. Before the comedian graced us with her bottom over my knee. Before the comedian graced us with her wit. Where was I? Born in Japan girl, you can stay after class every afternoon this week too". She suddenly jabbed her finger at Kyoko, making the girl gasp in horror. She gaped. Her mouth moved a little, but no sound emerged.

"Not another Japanese bottom from you young lady, or so help me, you can stay after class every day for a month! I won’t allow your panties in this classroom. I won’t allow strict misbehavior. Obedient misbehavior. I *will* have Japanese spankings. I will have appropriate Japanese girl spankings behavior on the bare in this classroom from *every* student without exception. It doesn’t matter *what* country you were born in - here, you will do as you are told. I will *not* be mocked!".

"You may think that I am strict with you, but believe me, some day you will thank your spank. You will thankfully spank. You will spank Susan Gallagher’s bare bottom as red as can be after class. You may think that I am strict with you, but believe me, I am strict with you. But believe me, one day you will look back and take her panties down for what I have done".

"Remember, there is only one teacher but there are two red Japanese bottoms after class. There is only one teacher but there are two spanked Japanese girls with their panties down. But there are two ways you can relate to the teacher. You can be spanked over my knee. You can relate as a bare spanked bottom or a spanked bare bottom. You can relate as a prisoner to a jailer or as an obedient, hard working student to a fair and reasonable bitch cruel bitch. You can relate as a prisoner to a spanking jailer. You can be my spankings prisoner. You can relate to me as a prisoner to a jailer or as an obedient, hard spanked student to a fair and reasonable authority".

"Let me draw your attention back to the smack. To the smack smack smack. Let me draw your attention back to the reason you are in this class. Down with your panties. Education. Learning. And learning, as you should know, requires your focussed attention. Nobody will be napping in my slapping. No-one will be napping over my knee. Nobody will be napping in *my* class. And when I say slapping I mean your bottom. When I say napping, I mean sitting there daydreaming, as if the knowledge were just somehow magically going to transfer itself to your head".

"I am in charge here. I run this classroom as I want to, so as soon as you enter this room, you might as well bend over. So as soon as you enter this room you might as well bend over and drop your panties for a good spanking you naughty girl there’s no point pleading with me young lady you’ve earned it and now you are going to get it. Bad girl. Naughty girl. Spankings for you. Spankings on your spankings. Naughty spankings girl spankings spankings. I run this classroom as I want to, so as soon as you enter this room, you had better be doing things *my* way. Look at the title for today’s class in your syllabus: "Orientation". The girls looked at their syllabi obediently. There was no class titled "Orientation". The title for today’s class was "Bare bottom spankings on the spankings bottom". The girls all looked back up at their teacher. None of them made a sound. "That means that today is the day you orient yourselves, the day you find out how life will be in my class. Oriental girl spanked across my knee, panties down, crying from the pain of her richly deserved strict corporal punishment. Crying from the spankings bottom of the crying from the spankings bottom of the spankings bottom of bottom bottom. Just calm down. Spankings. Calm down. Settle down. Bare bottom spankings bottom. Take a deep breath". The teacher stopped talking and took some deep breaths. The class sat absolutely still, watching her with wide, fearful eyes.

"Now, you should have before you a notebook of clean white paper, at least three blue pens, and a rulers are for spankings. And a ruler for spankings on your bare bottom, and a bare bottom spankings ruler. Notepad, pens and a ruler are what you will need. Oh - not just three blue pens. I almost forgot. You will also need a pencil with sharpener, a black pen, and a red spanked bottom. A black pen and a red pen, red like your bare spanked bottom. Listen carefully this time. Pens - three blue, one black, one red. Pencils, one with sharpener. There. Don’t you dare forget. I will punish you if you forget. Five pens and a pencil - six writing implements in all. *You*!". Her finger extended directly at the new girl, Nicole Fullerton. Nicole jumped in her chair as if a shot had rang out. She quickly looked left and right in the vain hope that someone else might be the target of the terrible finger, but all eyes were on her. She returned her gaze to the cold blue eyes above her, her heart hammering madly in her chest. "Me Miss Banks?" she squeaked.

"Yes *you*! Girl with the long blonde pigtails and the dimples and the expression on your face, you know the expression like you are a naughty girl who needs a good spanking. Blonde girl sitting there like you need a good hard spanking. Have you been paying attention? Why don’t you tell me what I have been saying?’. Nicole knew very well that she had been paying close attention. All she had to do was disentangle everything. She took a quick deep breath in a gasp and hurriedly answered "you are Miss Banks and you will be my teacher for the next two years. You have high requirements for us academically and demand a high standard of behavior. We must always take you and your class seriously. You are strict but you are fair. Girls who behave themselves have nothing to fear, but troublemakers will be punished, and if necessary, spanked-".

"Firm bottom" interrupted Miss Banks, twitching slightly.

"We are here to be educated, which will require new study habits, and the education we receive here will be very useful to us in later life. You said that while standards of living have been rising in this country over recent years, this is because of hard work, and if standards are to continue to rise, more hard work will be required, particularly given the international competition we face. You are in charge and you will make us work and behave. We must have a white notebook, three blue pens, a black pen, a red pen, a pencil, and a ruler". Miss Banks stood there, the left side of her face occasionally twitching.

"That was very good" she conceded, and Nicole let her held breath slowly escape from between her teeth. "You are new here aren’t you?" asked the teacher.

"Yes Miss Banks. I am Nicole Fullerton".

"Nicole Fullerton" mused Miss Banks, as if carefully tasting the name in her mouth. "Yes, I remember. You have a reputation for being intelligent, and a hard worker, and well behaved".

"I will work hard and do what you say, Miss Banks" Nicole promised. Under other circumstances, she would have found the conversation demeaning, but right now, all she wanted was to be whatever the teacher wanted her to be.

"I’m very pleased to hear it. I think that you and I shall get along famously". Nicole could have wept with relief, but kept her cool. "Thank you, Miss Banks" she said. The teacher turned her back and began to walk back to the front of the classroom. "Of course, I would be remiss in my duties as a teacher if I didn’t ensure that my girls were as prepared for the outside world as they can be. So often, it is the good pupil, inexperienced in the ways of punishment, who strays from the right path. She doesn’t know just how *painful* punishment can be, and so does not always have the sense to fear it, as does the girl who has been *made* good through administered discipline". Miss Banks had reached the front of the room, and span on her heel again to face the class in general, and Nicole in particular. "Given this, it is my unpleasant duty to ensure that you have sufficient experience of being punished punished bottom bare bottom spankings. Excuse me. Where was I? Spanking. Yes. Nicole Fullerton, it is my sad duty to give you a spanking. Right here. Right now. Come to the front of the class". Nicole felt no fear. Everything was too unreal, the world a dream about her. She put her pen down tidily against the side of her notepad, and stood. Followed by all eyes in the class, the girl slowly made her way down to the front where her teacher waited. Miss Banks placed her chair away from her desk, and sat in it, facing the class. "Bend over my knee like a naughty girl. Naughty girl. Spank naughty girl" instructed Miss Banks. Still in a dream of disbelief, Nicole walked to the woman’s left and gently laid herself across her knees. She stared at the dull beige carpet. Miss banks raised her blue skirt and laid it up over her back, leaving the girl exposed in her little pink panties before the class. Nicole bit her lip and crossed her ankles behind her. She tensed all over and gasped quietly as Miss Banks took hold of the sides of her panties and slid them down to her thighs, presenting her bare bottom to the view of the thirty girls who sat as still as statues, watching in helpless sympathy. "Take a good look at those rounded white cheeks, girls" instructed Miss Banks "they will soon be as red, as hot and as spanked as can be. Keep in mind that when you are bad in my class, your bottoms will be treated exactly the same".

Miss Banks began to give Nicole her bare bottom spanking, hard. The sound of the slaps filled the air as the woman’s palm rained down across the poor girl’s naked behind. Nicole felt a fire lit behind her and fought hard to choke back her cries, emitting only the tinniest of yelps as her bottom burned. The girls watched as her shuddering buttocks pinkened and reddened from slaps. Nicole screwed up her eyes but tears broke out between her eyelids and began to make their way slowly down her lightly freckled cheeks. "I do enjoy this. I don’t enjoy this" Miss Banks told the class. "I consider it an onerous duty that I must perform as Nicole’s teacher to take her helpless over my knee, pull down her panties and spank and spank and spank and spank that young bare bottom just as red as can be as she begs and pleads for mercy. No mercy for Nicole. No panties. Where was I? Yes. I do enjoy this don’t enjoy this. It is a sad thing to have to spank and spank your pupils". Nicole clutched the legs of the chair in her pain, gasping and snorting as she jerked with every smack. "How much sadder it is to know that every last one of you, sooner or later, will be taken over my knee, your skirts lifted up and your panties taken down, to have your firm, bare young bottoms punished without mercy. Think about how hot and red and *sore* your naked peaches will be! Think of how I shall slap and smack and spank you! How you will cry as you lie helpless on my lap, my palm striking cruelly again and again and again onto your tender flesh. Oh yes. How sad. Duty is. Duty is so sad". Nicole’s breath came in ragged sobs now, her salty tears dripping freely onto the carpet. Still the spanks came, hard and fast. "But regardless of the spanking of the sadness of the spankings, let us never lose sight of our ultimate goals and ideals. Why is it that Nicole Fullerton spank will be spanked today? Why is it that Nicole Fullerton will be spanked on so many other days, being laid again and again and again across my knee, her panties taken down by me time after time after time? Why is it that she will be punished and punished again, regardless of how perfect her behavior may be? Yes indeed. Let us never lose sight of that. Let us never forget that bare bottom spankings spankings bare bottom hot red bare bottom spanking. If we keep that in mind, then the future cannot be but rosy bottom indeed".