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Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

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Dornkirk

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Marcus sat at his desk in front of the class, his eyes flicked aback and forward between the two papers in his hands. It did not take a genius to figure out that they were both exactly the same, word for word. The only variation was in the penmanship, Kelly’s paper was filled in with neat flowing letters where as Brooke’s looked like she had written it in five minutes.

Glancing up he cast his eyes over both the girls, One of them had cheated and instinctively Marcus knew which one. Hell you just needed to look at them to know, Kelly was the epitome of a straight A student, right down to those hideous glasses. Brooke on the other hand looked nothing like one, with her multi-coloured hair and complete disregard for the schools uniform policy. No there was no doubting which of the two girls had cheated. Placing the two papers aside he continued to mark the rest as he waited for the class to end.

The class erupted in to a chorus of noise as the bell rang to mark the end of the period, And as usual everyone surged for the door. Marcus looked up and watched as Brooke made her way towards the door, he waited until she was just about to cross the threshold before calling out

“Brooke, I would like a word with you concerning you paper”
 
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Brooke froze, Oh no.... she thought she bit her bottom lip and turned around walking over to his desk, standing in front of his desk, she stared at her teacher. She shook softly, she knew she had been caught. She had tried her hardest to not get caught, and now....it looked like she had.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she wiped the look of fear from her face and replaced it with defiance. "Yes sir?" she asked standing there. She knew what he wanted. But she wasn't about to admit it, it was the last thing she'd do.

She watched the rest of the students leave, and heard a few snicker at her. She made a face at them, then looked back at her teacher. She may not fit the regular appearance of the students at this school, but she liked having her own look. It set her out from everyone else.
 
Marcus sat back in his chair swinging idly as he waited for the remaining students to file out of the classroom, he glanced up at Brooke and witnessed the transformation from frightened rabbit to stubbornly defiant.

“I think you know what I want” He said as the placed the two papers out on the edge of the desk in front for her to see “I thought you would have at least been smart enough to change a few of the words, you know make it less obvious that you had copied Kelly’s paper.
 
Brooke Shane stood there a bit angry with herself for not thinking of that. How could she have forgotten that small detail? Her eyes narrowed down at the papers. Slowly she looked up and at Marcus.

"I apologize Mr. Dixon." She wasn't sorry she had cheated. She was sorry she had been caught, she stared at him never blinking or looking away from him. Her narrowed eyes relaxed to make it look like she wasn't glaring.

Okay...so she'd been caught...what was he going to do give her a detention?
 
“Sorry” He smiled as he glared up at her and shook his head, “I’m afraid being sorry just isn’t going to cover this” he said as finger tapped her paper “If that is all you have to say for yourself then you leave me with little choice but to report this to the dean”

Gathering up the two assignments he slowly stood and took a step towards the door “As I understand it you are already on your final warning. When the dean sees these he will have no choice but to exclude you from this school”.

Turning back to face her he shook his head once more “You know you have not only let yourself down but your parents as well. Putting a kid through this school costs a small fortune and you have just wasted there money, They won‘t get any of that back you do realise that, don‘t you”.
 
Brooke watched him then her eyes went wide when he mentioned the dean. No....He couldn't.... she thought she then realized he was serious. She watched him closely and swallowed praying he would change his mind. She watched him walk to the door. Her parents? She hadn't even thought of that. The money....they had worked to hard to get it all to send her here. She ran after him and grabbed his arm.

"Please Mr. Dixon....don't....." she bit her bottom lip, fear filling her eyes. "I swear I'll never do it again." she was pleading with him and she prayed it would work.

She took an extra step. "I...I'll do anything. Please don't go to the dean."
 
Marcus heard her ran after him and slowed enough to let her catch up, feeling her hand close around his arm he slowly turned to face her noticing the tears welling up in her eyes and suppressed a smile. Looking up and down the corridor he was glad to see that it was empty but even so he was reluctant to discuss this out here in the open.

Prying her hand loose from his arm he nodded back towards the classroom and lead the way back inside, closing the door behind them he returned to his desk and set the papers down, sitting on the edge of the desk he started at Brooke, This time she looked genuinely sorry for herself.

“I am unsure what you want me to do here” he said scratching his head “You have been caught cheating and you must be punished for your actions” He fell silent for a moment letting her stew. The tears in her eyes were close to spilling and he was having a hard time keeping his face from showing his pleasure.

“However, if you are willing I could deal with your punishment. The dean would never need to know about it, Neither would your parents”
 
Brooke followed him back to the classroom, once inside she watched him sit on the edge. She shook softly, she wiped at her eyes trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall. She listened to him closely.

After a moment she nodded slowly. "Please sir....I can't get expelled....my parents would die....." she whispered the tears came again and this time she let them fall. She didn't have a choice in anything. It was either be expelled and disappoint her parents....or let him do whatever.

"Sir...I...I'd rather you deal with my punishment." she had no clue what she would be walking in to when she agreed to letting him deal with her punishment.
 
Marcus nodded “Very well Brooke, if that is what you want then I will administer your punishment”. He stood and approached her wiping the tears from her face “Save your tears you will need them later” he smiled “I think you are a bit old to put over my knee, but I still think a sound harsh spanking is in order” he informed her as he stepped back to his desk and wrote something down on a scrap of paper.

“Unfortunately I can not properly do that here, The corridors may be empty but I am sure someone would come to investigate if they heard a girl scream” I handed Brooke the scrap of paper “Be at that address at 7pm sharp tonight” he walked past her and opened the door “oh and I am sure that I don’t need to tell you not to tell anyone about this, if word gets out then I will be out of a job and you will be out of school”.
 
Brooke listened to him speak and moved back at his touch. Shaking softly she captured a whimper in her throat. She showed enough weakness already. She winced before she knew it, she couldn't stop the wince from happening as he walked to his desk. What did I just agree to? she wondered.

Taking the scrap of paper she watched him closely then nodded. "Yes sir. 7pm Sharp...." she said slowly as she tucked the piece of paper into her pocket. She swallowed and turned seeing him open the door, she nodded again. "I know."
 
Marcus stepped out into the corridor, a smile spreading across his face. It was to easy, It never failed to amaze him just how many of these young women fell for his ruse. Brooke had just become one of those, she was the latest in a long line of gullible young women that had snatched up his offer .

Arriving home Marcus jumped in the shower before changing , dressing in a pair of black slacks and a black shirt he smiled as he glanced in the mirror and the reflection looking back at him was unnerving. He could barely eat the anticipation was growing as he watched the clock. A little before seven he stepped down into the basement and searched through the implements hanging from the wall, selecting the tools with which he would punish her tonight. His eyes were drawn to the end of the line and the heavy cane that hung there, but he dismissed it as to severe for her first session, She would feel the sting of it at some point and that idea brought a smile to his face.

Selecting a simple leather strap and a ridding crop he returned upstairs and set the implements down on the kitchen table, glancing up at the clock he realised it was almost seven and made his way to the front door.
 
Brooke swallowed as she walked down the street, glancing at the paper she looked up. She was still wearing the same clothes as earlier. She hadn't changed...the moment she had gotten home she had immediately set to doing her homework. Terrified of what would happen if she didn't do it. Shaking her head she stepped up to the door and knocked.

She had no clue what he had planned...okay she had a vague idea. She knew it had something to do with spanking, but she was still worried. He had to bring it to his home...meaning it couldn't be good.
 
Marcus had barely made it half way along the hall when he heard the faint knock on the door. Smiling he paused and waited until it was precisely seven o’clock before he opened the door. She stood on the door step looking exactly as she had at school. Glancing past her he checked to make sure no one was watching before he stepped aside and ushered her inside “Welcome Brooke, I see you found the house alright and more importantly on time”.

He closed the door behind her and the lock clicked ominously, “Straight along the hall and into the kitchen” he instructed as he fell in step behind her his eyes instinctively falling to her ass, Her skirt was far shorter than school regulations permitted but at this moment Marcus was not complaining. As they entered the kitchen Marcus directed her towards the table “As you can see I have already selected the tools with which I shall administer your punishment, You shall receive 30 stroke, Ten by my hand, Ten with the strap and a final ten with the crop”.
 
Brooke looked up at him, then entered her body shuddered when she heard the click of the lock. Slowly she moved forward she didn't speak, she was terrified, beyond all reasons. Her eyes lowered to the ground as she walked as soon as they were in the kitchen her eyes fell to the table.

Shaking softly she stared at each item. Her eyes went up and she looked at him instinctively she backed up. "Oh...sir....please. Can't...can't you think of anything else?" Her eyes watered softly. He hadn't even done anything yet, and she was already crying. Her eyes fell back to the table. Her eyes then went back up to her teacher. This isn't right...he..he has to be joking. she thought.
 
Marcus watched as she began to tremble her eyes welling up as she took a step back, “Now Brooke you agreed to this, So there is no backing out now” he said as he reached out and grasped hold of her arm and held her steady.

He looked at her and smiled though there was no warmth in the smile “Now it is very simple, You simply bend over the edge of the table and grasp the opposite side, I will do the rest” he chuckled as he led her over to the table “oh and don’t forget to count, if you forget or count wrong then we go back to one and start all over again”.
 
Brooke shook softly, this was really going to happen....there was no way out of this now. She looked down at his hand then back up at him she saw his smile and her body shook roughly. Nearing the table, she shook her head. She had to do this. She had to. There had to be a way for her to concentrate.

A cry came from her realizing she had to keep track. "But...sir. Please. You can't be serious." She paused her movement right before the table. She had to figure out a way to keep count, and never tell anyone about this.
 
“Oh but I am serious, I wouldn’t recommend testing me on that” he said as he felt her stop right before the table “The last girl that found herself in your position made it all the way to 28 before she miscounted” he added as a warning.

He stepped behind her and placed his free hand in between her shoulder blades and give her a shove “Now bend over and grip the other side of the table” he insisted his voice growing cold “I don’t have all night to waste”.
 
Brooke had a plan on how she could count. He said ten for each type of hit. She'd count to ten for each one. Suddenly she felt him shove her, bending over fully she laid down on the table her hands moved and grabbed the other side of the table and held tightly. "Please...sir....don't do this..." she pleaded one last time.
 
Marcus watched as she bent over the rest of the way, her hands clasping the far away edge. He took a step back and looked down at her with a smile, her skirt had pulled taught and ridden up slightly giving him just a glimpse of the crotch of her panties.

He ignored her attempt to change his mind and moved to her side. Placing one hand in the small of her back to keep her in place he pulled his other hand back “We shall begin” he said with a sadistic tone as his hand came down with all the strength he could muster, the palm of his hand striking forcefully upon the cheeks of her ass.
 
Brooke hadn't prepared her body for the hits she would receive, so when the first hit came a high pitched scream tore from her tears fell down her cheeks and fell to the table. She whimpered softly her entire body shook.

The worst of this all was that this had been only one. She had twenty-nine to go. Her body jerked suddenly, she couldn't do this, she'd rather be kicked out of school.
 
A smile spread across Marcus’s face as he heard the high pitched scream coming from her lips, Feeling her body jerk Marcus pushed forcefully down on the small of her back keeping her pined in place. He knew that it must have hurt because even his hand was stinging after the impact. “Hold still” he demanded as he paused for second and shook his hand trying to regain some feeling before drawing it back once more.

With his hand cocked ready to strike again he waited a second more before letting it fall once again. He pulled the stroke, delivering a smack that was only half that of the first, As much for his own benefit as hers he knew if he carried on as he had started out then his hand would be useless by the time he reached ten.

As his hand stuck he could see the flesh beneath her skirt ripple from the impact and his smile grew wider. “That only counts as one since you failed to count out the last one” he informed her as he drew his hand back.
 
Brooke whimpered, she could hardly move now with the force he was using to hold her down. Her fingers clenched and unclenched against the edge of the table, feeling him pause she let out a shaky breath, god...it would be impossible to sit down properly tomorrow...she wondered how many other girls he had done this to.

She cried out again when he slapped her again, shaking softly she had felt her chest rise off of the table, in the quick motion she had made her breasts bounced with the movement. She whimpered suddenly realizing she had to count out loud.

There was no way she could count and remain calm from the slaps. No way at all. The first didn't count...it had been so painful too. Crying softly she let the tears fall as she slowly spoke. "I didn't know I was supposed to count out loud sir." Shaking softly she said "One." just in case he wouldn't count it if she didn't say it.
 
Marcus laughed “Well how else am I meant to keep track of how many more you have to get, I have the tendency to get carried away and lose count if I try to do it myself”. He chuckled as she meekly said “one” in a shaky voice.

“Good girl, One down, twenty nine to go” he said as he coiled his hand back, the next three strikes came in rapidly one after the other with barely a heart beat between them. He paused rubbing her butt through her skirt as he waited for her to catch up with the count. In stark contrast his stroking hand was gentle and soothing as it worked over her ass.
 
Her chest slammed down onto the table when he stopped instead of screaming she had replaced it by counting out instead. So with each rapid strike came a quick count. "Two.Three." she paused momentarily to swallow back a cry that tried to escape. "Four." Her chest heaved as she lay there against the table, her fingers trapped in a clenched position holding the desk. She wasn't seriously scared now....just shaken.
 
Marcus nodded with satisfaction as she completed the count, and as a reward he gave her a few moments to catch her breath. Glancing down at her he could see that her knuckles were turning white as she clasped the table top in a death like grip.

When his hand drew back again it did not stop until it had dealt the final six strokes, His hand impacting again and again, alternating between her butt cheeks. As his hand impacted the final time he left it there resting it on her abused rear as he waited for her to count out the stokes, part of him hoping that she would miscount while the other part of him, namely the burning palm of his hand hoped she would not.
 
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