Chris and Miss Noble
Chris met his teacher, Miss Noble, one night after school, same place as before.
"I told you last time, Chris, that if you went to your locker again when you weren't supposed to, that you'd get a more severe spanking," Miss Noble said sternly, her arms folded. She glared at him.
Chris was undaunted. He didn't believe she would go through with another spanking. "Oh, yeah? I dare you. You can't hurt me," he sneered. The last spanking hadn't bothered him much at all.
"You are quite the incorrigible eighth grader," Miss Noble said. "This time, you're going to take off all your clothes."
"No, I'm not going to do that," he replied. "How about you just let me go?"
"How about a good sound whipping?" she snapped. "By the way, my friend who works at the arcade saw you there playing ping pong when you should have been in school."
"I don't play ping pong," Chris said.
Miss Noble walked over and opened Chris' book bag. She took out the paddle he was carrying.
"Um, that belongs to my friend," he stammered.
"The name 'Chris' is written right here! You're lying about things. I warned you, lying will get you a worse beating," Miss Noble appeared angry. "Take off your clothes. Now!"
Shaking, Chris did as he was told. Miss Noble secured his ankles and wrists to an X-cross, then whipped his butt with straps and belts until it was bright red. Then she whacked him with the paddle until he begged her to stop. Finally she unhooked him.
"For your final humiliation, you will masturbate while I spank you," she said.
"No! I won't. You can't do this!" Chris cried.
Miss Noble stood next to him and started slapping his butt with her hand. "Do it. Do it now," she said. "Or you'll really regret it."
Slowly, Chris reached down...