This was a request from Bloodrosered. Hope it meets your expectations.

Jackson woke up to the most annoying sound in the whole universe. The rooster.

Jackson cracked his eyelids open to the dark sky. He slowly got up from his hay bed and looked out his open window. The breeze that came through gave Jackson a shiver. Fall. His second favorite season, winter being the first. He ran a hand through his dark hair and yawned. It was way too early for this but, just like everyday, his mother opened the door to his bedroom.

"Jackson, are you awake? It's almost time for school." She said as she wiped her hands on her apron around her waist.

Jackson turned around, his night gown twirling. "Yes ma'am. I'm getting ready." He walked over to his chest full of hand sown clothes. His mother smiled and walked away from the door and went to go check on Emma. The girl was still asleep in her bed which was also Mother and Father's bed. Jackson envied her. She didn't have to wake up early and go to school. Or do anything.

He took off his night gown, folding it on his bed. He grabbed a pair of brown pants with twine around the ankles. His mother made them for his birthday last year but he went through a growth spurt and now the pants go to mid calf. He grabbed his belt and slipped them through his loops. He bought this belt with his own money when he got paid for working on the hunt with Father. He then put on his favorite white shirt, smelling just like mothers soap.

Over in the corner was his shaw and boots with fur on the inside. He hated shoes. He felt so trapped. He grabbed the pair and reluctantly put them on. He then swung his cape over his shoulders and grumbled. He hated school so much. It was so boring. Who wants to stay inside and read books when you can go out and swing from trees and go hunt?

Jackson then went over to his water bowl and splashed his face to wake him up.

School wasn't totally a bore though. He got to hang with friends, learn new things, and prank the teacher.

Jackson smiled.

Ah, pranking the teacher was Jackson's favorite past time. Mrs. Lyne was always fun to prank. She was such a mean person to them anyway so he always thought that she deserved it. The pranks never went too far though. Something like writing on the chalkboard something inappropriate or hiding her class role sheet. But now she had known all of his pranks. It wasn't fun anymore.

Jackson needed to find a new prank to pull.

He walked out of his room, kissed his mother and sister, grabbed a piece of fresh bread and left his home.

The school house wasn't that far away farm where he lived. Actually it wasn't that far from any of the students. He looked toward his friend, Charles, house. He came out of his house wearing his brand new clothes he got on his birthday two days ago.

"Charles! Hey!" Jackson called, waving his hand in the air.

Charles shut the door and turned to see his friend. "Jackson! There you are!" He started running toward Jackson. He was going to ruin his clothes if he kept running like that in them.

Charles stopped by his side and slapped his back. "So, Jackson, what do you have up your sleeve today? Rearranging the books, swapping seats, pulling her chair back?" They were all note able suggestions but Jackson was going for something bigger. A prank of pranks.

He had thought about it all last night. It was going to be hilarious if everything went in the order it should.

"Not today, Charles. I got something good today but I need your help."

"My help? What do I have to do?" Charles asked now concerned for himself. His mother could give a mean beating.

"Nothing horrible. I might just have you hold something for me." Jackson said as they approached the school house. The kids were littered all over the lawn. Jackson smiled as he saw everyone was here. He called attention to the kids.

"My friends! My fellow classmates! Do I have a prank for you today!" The kids grew silent and listened closely to the prankster.

The kids from old to young giggled in their seats. This was going to be good.

Jack had walked around the school where their well was located and wheeled up a pale of water. Jackson smiled to himself, walking back to the school. All of the students were instructed by Jackson to all go back and sit in their seats and act like "good" children.

He had come back to the front door of the building and opened the door. He sat the pale of water on the floor. Charles had come over with a small stool and then held the door in the right spot. Jackson had got up and placed the wooden pale on the edge of the door and the frame of the doorway.

Jackson felt like a genius as he sat back in his seat.

"Now, we wait." He said. And waited they did.

They waited for ten minutes before they heard the familiar foot steps walk over to the school bell rope. The bell rung four times before the foot steps grew closer to the door way.

The students clamped their mouths shut, eyes glued to the door.

SPLASH

The class was in an uproar. Every child had tears in their eyes. The laughter they made could be heard from all over the village, especially Jackson's. Jackson's laugh was louder than anyone's in the room. He had laughed so hard that he fell out of his chair.

Mrs. Lyne was soaking wet. Her hair had flatten out. As water droplets fell down her face, she eyed her pupils around the room. Her dress was soaked from the top and it was damp on the bottom. Her papers were ruined. She was angry.

She took a deep breath and placed her ruin items on a table, hard. All of the laugher subsided except for Jackson's. She pointed to the door and all of the students left, leaving Jackson alone in the room. He never even noticed till he heard the door slam behind them.

Jackson looked through his teary eyes, looking for his friends. His laughter decreased and a sudden dread started to fill him. Oh no.

Jackson got back in his chair and cleared his throat. "Hello, Mrs. Lyne."

She glared hard at the boy. "Jackson. I'm not going to even ask if you did this. I know you did."

"What proof do you have." Jackson smiled.

"If you weren't guilty, then you would have left with the rest of the students. Everyone knows you laugh harder than anyone at your own pranks." She hollered.

"Oh, com-"

"And I've HAD IT!" She slammed her hands on the table Jackson was sitting at. She grabbed his ear and pulled him out of the chair and toward her desk up front. In a drawer was the 'naughty paddle'. It was only used on the naughty children.

Jackson had actually never had to meet the 'naughty paddle' so this was his first.

Jackson started to understand why he felt dread after his prank.

Mrs. Lyne sat down in a wooden stool and pushed Jackson over her knee. She wasn't afraid to hit a child when they need it. She pulled down his pants and brought the paddle down hard on his ass.

Jackson's head sprung back up as the paddle gave him a string. "Oww! Stop!"

Another hard smack was brought down on his ass, covering his ass. The skin turned a shade of pink. Every hit was brought down hard and she was going to hit Jackson's ass raw.

Poor Jackson, being 16 years old and having to get his ass beat by old Mrs. Lyne. It stung like a bitch and he knew what happen after you get a spanking from Mrs. Lyne. The paddle didn't slow nor did it speed. It hit Jackson's ass with the patience of a teacher.

"Mrs. Lyne! I'm sorry, please stop! Oww it hurts!" Jackson cried out in pain. "Please stop!" He begged.

Mrs. Lyne wasn't budging from her stride. Jackson's poor abused ass was turning red now. Fresh tears ran down Jackson's face, joining the water on the dress.

"Owww PLEASE STOP!" Jackson cried and cried as the paddle came down fast and hard on his ass. He was in so much pain. He started rethinking his actions.

"I'm sorry! For the love of God! I'M SORRY!"

She never stopped. She did, however, change her stride. She decided to smack each cheek separately, causing his ass to bend in. It burned and she wasn't letting him recover. This was horrible but nothing like mothers spanking. She hits with a spoon.

After a while of nonstop spanking, Jackson, the 16 year old, was crying like a baby on his teacher's lap. He kicked his legs and pounded his fists. His ass was now sore and red. Mrs. Lyne picked up Jackson and placed him in the corner.

The stool in the corner was covered in vines with pointy leaves. Jackson had to sit on the stool with his hands over his head and the "Dunce" hat on. Jackson faced the corner, tears rolling down his face.

For the rest of the day, Jackson stayed in that corner while everyone else took their seats and sat quietly and worked for the rest of the day. Jackson sat there, suppose to be thinking of what he did. The only thought though, going through his head was,

My mother is going to kill me!