The Spanking
by KitLee
Disclaimer: All characters are from "Boston Public" and do not belong to me.
Author's Note: This is a VERY weird fic. Even I think it's weird. I just cooked it up after that episode - you know - the one with Mrs. Walsh. It's very short.
The English students bent over their desks, completely engrossed in their bookwork. Mrs. Walsh, the teacher, sat at her desk at the front of the room.
The second desk back in the fourth row was empty for the first time all year. Mrs. Walsh smiled to herself. "So," she thought, "Mr. Perfect is absent."
Mr. Perfect was her nickname for the boy who normally occupied that desk. He was very bright, and although this gained him praise from his other teachers, she hated him. How smug he was - how self-assured. He acted as though everyone in her class except him, including herself, was stupid. He was so arrogant. He disrespected her furtively, with every correction and comment he made.
Just then he ran in. He looked oddly discheveled; instead of him normally immaculate appearance, his hair was messy and his clothes looked rumpled. The boy stood, breathless, in the doorway. One look at her and he knew just what was coming.
"Mrs. Walsh, please, I can explain," he stammered. "I - am - well -" he trailed off, seeing that she didn't seem to care about whatever reason he gave her for his tardy.
Slowly she walked to him. "You were late to class," she said slowly, savoring the moment. "You disrupted my class with you being tardy."
"Your," he said.
"What's that?"
"For your sentence to be grammatically correct, you should say 'with your being tardy'. "
Oh, that was the last straw. Correcting her in front of her class as she punished him.
"Bend over," she said firmly.
High school senior Scott Guber bent over and prepared to take the spanking.
*****
As Vice-Principal Scott Guber walked away from Mrs. Walsh after firing her, she fummed with rage. "How dare he!" she thought. No matter how many years have passed and how many degrees he's gotten, Scott Guber is still the same smug senior she'd had in her English class. He was still an arrogant snot.
As she walked down the hallway, to get her things out of her classroom, she thought about how wonderful it would be if she could teach him a lesson. With her paddle.
by KitLee
Disclaimer: All characters are from "Boston Public" and do not belong to me.
Author's Note: This is a VERY weird fic. Even I think it's weird. I just cooked it up after that episode - you know - the one with Mrs. Walsh. It's very short.
The English students bent over their desks, completely engrossed in their bookwork. Mrs. Walsh, the teacher, sat at her desk at the front of the room.
The second desk back in the fourth row was empty for the first time all year. Mrs. Walsh smiled to herself. "So," she thought, "Mr. Perfect is absent."
Mr. Perfect was her nickname for the boy who normally occupied that desk. He was very bright, and although this gained him praise from his other teachers, she hated him. How smug he was - how self-assured. He acted as though everyone in her class except him, including herself, was stupid. He was so arrogant. He disrespected her furtively, with every correction and comment he made.
Just then he ran in. He looked oddly discheveled; instead of him normally immaculate appearance, his hair was messy and his clothes looked rumpled. The boy stood, breathless, in the doorway. One look at her and he knew just what was coming.
"Mrs. Walsh, please, I can explain," he stammered. "I - am - well -" he trailed off, seeing that she didn't seem to care about whatever reason he gave her for his tardy.
Slowly she walked to him. "You were late to class," she said slowly, savoring the moment. "You disrupted my class with you being tardy."
"Your," he said.
"What's that?"
"For your sentence to be grammatically correct, you should say 'with your being tardy'. "
Oh, that was the last straw. Correcting her in front of her class as she punished him.
"Bend over," she said firmly.
High school senior Scott Guber bent over and prepared to take the spanking.
*****
As Vice-Principal Scott Guber walked away from Mrs. Walsh after firing her, she fummed with rage. "How dare he!" she thought. No matter how many years have passed and how many degrees he's gotten, Scott Guber is still the same smug senior she'd had in her English class. He was still an arrogant snot.
As she walked down the hallway, to get her things out of her classroom, she thought about how wonderful it would be if she could teach him a lesson. With her paddle.