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10/17/2023 2:44 pm

Mr Potter.

It was amazing to think about it all now at just what could be got away with at that scho*l.
A I read about the girls comments from so long ago.
Mr Potter was in charge of the small room. The one where the first aid kit was held.
There was a table in there too and it makes me wonder what its original purpose was.
Maybe the building design just left a little space there that had to be found a use.
Anyway so the room backed onto a corridor so that the classes could hear what was going on in there.
Mr Potter had a reputation too and the g!rls all knew it.
It was 30 cuts with the cane and nothing short would do.
Us boys wondered why g!rls couldn't mend their wayward habits as it seemed to be always them getting into trouble.
It soon surfaced that Mr Potter would make the girls stand up to the table with their hands placed out onto it.
This made them bend over the table a little and presented their little bums at an appropriate angle.
The class was always quiet when a g!rl was taken to that room and we knew we'd hear that g!rl when the caning started.
Even the briskness of the cane strokes could be made out as the crisp whack was always following the whip of the cane through the air.
There was one g!rl in particular that interested me.As though she existed on a higher level than the rest of us.
There was no way that she'd ever be lucid enough to anything that may require correction.
Always so prim and propper.
I looked at her in the class photo and now with experience I could imagine the person she'd grow into.
Someone you'd be best to not tangle with, as her shrewdness would be your undoing.
Even back then I thought there was something dangerous about her.
She kind of looked down at me and mocked me for my simple practical jokes.
I was always trying to get a laugh and felt vindicated for being foolish.
We competed with paper plane contests and it was really fun getting one to work.
Us b*ys could get away with anything it seemed.
But all that changed when we got a substitute teacher and she was a hard assed old bitch and all of a sudden the b*ys every move was put under question.
I was a bit slow catching on though and continued on my way and was shocked and surprised when she called me out for my illicit behavior.
She sent me to wait outside the class by the room I'd spoken of.
It felt so lonely being away from the class and it seemed I was waiting forever.
She'd taken the place of Mr Potter as the corrections teacher and I presume now had heard of his role and perhaps his bias.
She was going to straighten that one out though and now I look at the picture of that "up herself g!rl" and know her feeling of 'at last' finally a boy is going to get it, and I get to hear it happen.

It made the sch*ol reunion awkward.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!

virtualcuzi 52T

1280 posts
10/17/2023 2:52 pm

I blushed when I saw her there at that reunion and the awkward memories flooded back like it was only yesterday. She spotted me and I couldn't escape her gaze ,then she made her advance.

Maybe she wanted me to share the details. What I'd felt even when getting told to extend my hands out over that desk. To remain quiet and prostate, while the caning was done. I had all that information and it was up to me if I wanted to share it. Maybe I'd get to explore her kinky side. She'd maintained her mall figure. Her hair still the same.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!

slaveforyou365 63M