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Monday, July 27, 2009

Microfantasy Monday:Teacher

Mocrofantasy Monday (The rules again.)

"Where's your story, Sandy?" Mr. D.'s brown eyes are NOT friendly today. Oh, God, he's noticed the absence of my assignment already. Thought it would take some time. Now everyone in the class is looking at me. Not good, for a Monday morning.

"Uh.. uh... Sorry, Mr. D. I had writer's block. I couldn't get the ending right."

He glares at me. "Sandy. Come up here, now." Oh, jeez. Now everyone's REALLY watching. And as I nervously stand, straighten my pleated skirt and begin to walk toward the front, he suddenly smacks the stack of my classmates stories down hard onto his desk. I jump.

He starts with a low growl. "I specifically said on Friday that your stories were to be handed in this morning, complete or not! Do you not remember?"

"Yes, but, um... it was almost done, I couldn't just let it go like that..."

"I do not accept your excuse. I expect more from you, Sandy." My eyes are filling with tears. He's still looking right at me. I don't want to look back. "I'm not going to let this go, Sandy." And he slides open his desk drawer, where I was well aware he kept his ruler. His special ruler, the extra thick, solid wooden one.

"You are going to stay after school today, and you are going to finish your story, do you understand?" Now his voice is rising. I am very nervous. He smacks the ruler against his left palm for emphasis. "But your hands are going to be very sore."

I place my hands behind my back, as if that's going to stop what I know what he's about to do. "Sandy!" Mr. D. barks. "Put those hands out in front of you. NOW!" I obey. "Hold your left hand up with your right. You remember how."

"Please, Mr. D.," I whimper. My hands can't seem to move.

He grabs my hands from behind my back, forces them into the position. "Keep them there!" I start to silently cry. He raises the ruler, holding my hands up with his left hand. And he swings it down. The pain is searing, and I cry out. Oh god, no more. "Keep them there," he repeats. And the punishment continues...

10 comments:

Casey Morgan said...

Oh, yay!
I especially liked the feeling of security that came over me (identifying with the narrator) when he said "you will finish your story". What a relief to know you're in someone else's hands, and that they're on your side against the demons.

PapaTom said...

Sweet. I love submissive little girls - they just cant seem to avoid getting in trouble, can they? Very nice piece.

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

Thanks, Casey. I didn't quite think of it as a relief. And I STILL need to write the sex scene ... but I need to go to bed more, so it remains undone.

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

Thanks, PapaTom.

dragonmage said...

Very nicely done. There is something about that thick wooden ruler ... perhaps I'll dig mine out next time I play with luvbunny. ^_^

vanimp said...

This brings back memories of getting the strap, remembering how much it stung my hands and holding back burning tears. But I learnt from it hehe. Nice story x

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

Both the ruler and the strap on the hands are nasty...

EmmaJane said...

I really like this story. Sums up so well the terror of hand strapping/rulering.

Personally I both love and hate hand punishments. It's terrifying having to hold out your hands and wait for it. Even worse to watch it smack down. Think that's what makes it such an intense punishment.

Anonymous said...

yum!
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Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

I had my feet punished this weekend, too. NASTY!