Imprisonment or holding someone against their will.
"Why do you consistently end up in detention?" She inquired, her arms crossed and her tone mocking.
"Perhaps I enjoy your presence," Pete, aged eighteen, retorted sarcastically, his gaze fixated on her slender frame. He was seated in the front of the mostly empty classroom. She stood facing him, leaning against the back of her large desk, her eyes scowling down at him.
"That's endearing, but I'd truly like to go home, and here I am, babysitting you. If you'd simply behave, my life would be much easier," she responded, her eyes rolling in frustration at his constant flirting.
"Then let's just go home, shall we?" He suggested.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"You need to be punished for your misconduct. That's why," she stated firmly.
Pete felt a thrill course through his body upon hearing these words. "It's a shame we can't devise a different form of punishment that doesn't waste everyone's time," he purred suggestively.
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Are you proposing a spanking?" She questioned skeptically.
He chuckled Cruelly. "Well, that would be more efficient, wouldn't it?"
She frowned in thought before replying, "Go on...what kind of spanking did you have in mind?"
"A real one, where I'm really in pain," he stated boldly.
She arched her eyebrows in surprise. "Are you sure about that?" She teased.
"Yes, I'm certain," he replied confidently.
She sighed. "No, this detention will not be something enjoyable for you. I fully intend to make sure you vividly remember this punishment."
His heart began pounding with anticipation. "Don't think I won't do it," he warned.
She sighed and replied, "Bend over my desk right now!" He hadn't expected her to accept his challenge, but he felt he couldn't back down now. He made his way to her desk and bent himself over it. She grabbed a ruler from her desk and started smacking his ass. The ruler stung a bit, but it had little effect on his clothed rear.
After a few minutes, she stopped and asked, "Remove your clothes!"
"What?" He exclaimed.
She stared at him coldly. "You were expecting a spanking while still dressed, I see. This is a discipline session. Now remove your clothes."
He reluctantly stood up and began taking off his clothes, starting with his shoes, then his shirt and pants. He gripped the waistband of his underwear and looked up at her,
"All of them?" he questioned.
She simply gazed at him expressionless. Taking this as a yes, he removed his underwear as well, exposing himself to her.
"Now, bend over my desk. Your hands should reach the far edge," she instructed. He complied, feeling quite vulnerable as he bent over her desk with his bare ass on display.
She picked up a large wooden school paddle from her desk and faced him, tapping his bare ass with it. He shuddered in fear when he saw what she was brandishing. She stood behind him, her distance to his rear increasing. "You should have just stayed to serve your detention, but no, you just had to be difficult, didn't you?" She remarked.
With that, she picked up the paddle with both hands and began striking his ass with it. The pain was intense, causing him to flinch and squirm, but he couldn't move from his position.
After his ass had gone an alarming shade of red, she stopped and placed the paddle on the desk, walked around her desk, and went into a bottom drawer. She returned with a length of string. She rounded the desk and positioned herself behind it, crouching down behind him. "Spread your legs as far as they'll go," she said fiercely.
He complied, his legs spread wide apart. She looped one end of the string around the handle of the top drawer, securing both of his wrists to it. She then moved around to the other side and looped another piece of string around the leg of the desk. She secured both of his ankles to the leg and stood up, leaving him completely stretched out and incapable of moving.
Now in a most uncomfortable and exposed situation, he could only wait and endure the pain heading his way.
She strolled back towards the closet and fetched a ruler. She stood behind him, tapping his extended backside, which was already showing signs of bruising from the spankings. "You've been causing trouble nearly every day now. It's clear that detention isn't enough. You have amassed quite the list of transgressions, and I intend to punish you for every single offense. This will not be enjoyable for you. Do you comprehend?"
Shivering with terror, he meekly answered, "Yes, Ma'am."
She returned the ruler and dealt a harsh whack to his buttocks. A thunderous "crack" reverberated through the room, prompting his muffled howl as he pushed against his constraints. She continued to chastise him, one strike after another, creating thick red lines across his backside. She didn't stop until he was bawling and exhausted. She stepped away, eying her handiwork. His backside was a dark purple, almost black.
She let up his bonds, and he immediately collapsed to the ground in a ball. After giving him a minute to stay there, she said, "Get up, collect your belongings, and leave this room. If you go to detention once more, you can expect another spanking." He obediently put on his clothes and shuffled out of the classroom. With a grin on her face, she picked up her things, eager to catch him off guard again.
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