Trouble for Angela ‘Angela Green. Stand up.’ Said Mrs Mackay, class 3b’s maths teacher in a broad Glaswegian accent. Angela stood up, her face turning red with embarrassment. ‘First I have to tell you about talking; now you’re not paying attention. Come here’ Angela made her way to the front of the class where Mrs Mackay was standing. ‘I will not tolerate this kind of inattention in my class. I have a job to do, even if you don’t. You obviously need a sharp reminder to behave properly.’ Said Mrs Mackay. She then went to her bag which was on her desk and produced a rolled up brown strap. There were several gasps from around the room as nobody had ever actually seen one before. Poor Angela’s face turned white. ‘Hold out your hand.’ Ordered Mrs Mackay. In the silence you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on poor Angela. This was the first time that a teacher had been known to use a strap. Angela held out her hand and Mrs Mackay brought the strap down across her palm. ‘Oooowwww’ Cried Angela as the strap cracked across her palm and the ends wrapped themselves round her hand. ‘Go and sit down,’ said Mrs MacKay. ‘Let this be a warning to the rest of you.’ Angela returned to her seat next to Lisa, hand under her armpit. ‘Did it hurt bad’ whispered Lisa as Mrs Mackay rolled up the strap and returned it to her bag. ‘Yes.’ Replied Angela examining her hand. ‘That’s the first time you’ve had anything in front of the class isn’t?’ asked Lisa after the lesson had finished. ‘Yes it is.’ Replied Angela. ‘I hope my mum doesn’t find out otherwise I’m in trouble.’ ‘Are you like the rest of us, get spanked for being in trouble?’ asked Lisa. ‘I’ve never been in trouble like this before but I know I’ll get a spanking if mum finds out,’ replied Angela. ‘What’s your mum like?’ asked Lisa. ‘She’s ok, a bit strict though. I bet your mums strict with you?’ ‘Yes she is.’ Replied Lisa. Why don’t you come round to my house after school? I’ve got a new Pink Floyd cassette we can listen to. Said Angela. ‘Great.’ Replied Lisa. After school the two girls headed off to Angela’s. Once there they went up to Angela’s room and looked at comics and listened to Angela’s cassette. After about half an hour they heard the phone ring and a while later Angela’s mum came into the room. ‘Lisa, I think you had better be going now, Angela and I have something to discuss.’ ‘What’s that then mum?’ asked Angela. ‘We’ll talk about it when Lisa’s gone.’ Was the reply. Lisa got her things together, said goodbye to Angela and made her way home. Angela then went into the lounge to see what her mother wanted. She was a bit nervous as it sounded a bit ominous that Lisa had been sent home. ‘What did you want mum?’ asked Angela. ‘That was Mrs Edwards on the phone. Her Karen told her that you had the strap at school today.’ Said Mrs Green, standing with arms folded. ‘Oh.’ Said Angela. ‘I’ll give you Oh,’ said Mrs Green angrily. ‘I don’t know how many times I’ve told you that if you get into trouble at school you’ll get into trouble at home.’ ‘But it was only for talking in class. Everyone does it at some time.’ Protested Angela. ‘That doesn’t mean it’s alright for you. I expect you to behave young lady. I’m not having a daughter of mine getting into trouble at school.’ ‘But mum, it’s only once.’ Said Angela. ‘Once too often. Now go and fetch my hairbrush.’ Ordered Mrs Green. ‘Oh please mum, not that. It won’t happen again.’ Pleaded Angela. ‘You’re damn right it won’t if you know what’s good for you. Now do as you’re told.’ Angela slunk away and made her way upstairs knowing full well what was to come. Within in few minutes she returned to find her mum already seated ready for that unwelcome spanking. She handed the brush to her mum. ‘Get those knickers off.’ ordered her mother. Angela reluctantly pulled down her school knickers and placed them on a chair. ‘Over you go.’ Said her mother. Angela leant forward and lowered herself over her mums lap and was pulled into position and then her skirt was pulled up exposing her nicely rounded pink bottom. ‘Well my girl, I hope you’ll learn something from this.’ Smack Smack Smack Smack. Smack ‘Ow’ Smack ‘Ow’ Smack ‘Owwch’ Angela was now beginning to wriggle under the discomfort of the sting from the brush. Smack ‘Owww’ Smack ‘Owww’ She put her hand over her bottom but it was immediately taken away. Smack ‘Ooouuuch’ Smack ‘Owww’ Smack ‘Oooww’ ‘Please mum, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.’ Cried Angela. ‘It won’t, Smack ‘Ooooww’ if you know Smack ‘Yeeeoooww’ what’s good for you.’ Replied mum who was now laying into Angela’s deep red bottom with some vigour. Smack ‘Yeeoow’ ‘mum please stop’ Smack ‘Oooouch’ Poor Angela’s legs were going up and down like pistons. Smack ‘Ooooowww, mum! She screamed, tears now flowing. Smack ‘Aaaggghhh’ Mrs Green finally stopped and rested her hand holding the hair brush on Angela’s back while she surveyed the site of her throbbing bottom. Angela lay quietly crying. ‘Alright Angela, I think that’s enough. If I find out in the future that you’ve been in trouble, this will seem like a picnic. Do you understand child?’ ‘Yes mum.’ Replied a tearful Angela.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 07:08:49 +0000