The Right Teacher Chapter 1

The Right Teacher Chapter 1
by Conor

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material, or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 1

Emily Greer was a very happy young woman. A recent college graduate she had just accepted a position teaching seventh grade at a middle school in South Dakota.

Emily's friends at college all thought she was crazy. Middle school teaching, they argued, was a disciplinary nightmare. She wouldn't have any fun at all in South Dakota, they said.

But Emily had a strong feeling about this and knew it was the right job for her. She had aced her telephone job interview. She respected Miss Angela Morton, the school's principal. Even more she liked the principal's ideas for empowering the teachers.

Miss Morton gave Emily a special password so that she could access the records on the internet of the twenty-seven children, fifteen girls, twelve boys, whom she would be teaching. After reviewing all the online files Emily knew that the girls would be a pleasure to teach. The boys would be a challenge, but after seeing their photos she knew that she could get through to them!

Only three weeks remained until school started. Emily started packing.
Nine hundred miles away in Wall, South Dakota, young Cameron Carson, age 12, was with his mother in their living room at home. As usual lately the boy was in a bad mood.

"I am not going to take my new school pants back to the store. I like them," Cameron said loudly.

"But, dear, those slacks you bought are so rough looking. They are much too big for you, and I don't like all those extra pockets. Why not get some blue Oshkosh dress slacks, size 12? They will fit nice and snug on your slender hips and show off your nice body."

The boy dug in his heels. He was tired of being mistreated by grownups.

"No," he said firmly.

"Alright, dear," his mother said with a look of resignation. "Just tell me one thing though. Why do you want such baggy clothes?

"Just cuz," her son said. There was no way he was going to tell his mom the truth about why he needed oversized clothes.

Later that evening Mrs. Carson said, "Honey, I know that you didn't like school last year, but this year should be a lot better. All you need is the right teacher."

"Oh, sure mom, everything is great," Cameron said sarcastically. "Just last week the school mailed you the school photo package and CD that you ordered. I begged you to destroy it, but you wouldn't."

"Oh, you kids. You never like your school photos," his mom said. "It was like that in my day too. Well, I think the new photos are great and I am emailing them to all our relatives. You can trade them online with your little friends too." Cameron looked like he was going to cry.

At the other end of town at the Wall Middle School office Miss Morton was having a conference with her Vice Principal, Miss Lydia Emrich.

"Lydia, we have filled the last open teaching position," Miss Morton said. "I give you much of the credit. We received four times the number of teacher applications as compared to last year."

Miss Morton went on, "The popularity of our new corporal punishment policy may account for part of it. However, I think your idea of putting online the student records and the new 'Growth and Development' photos was excellent. It certainly has attracted considerable attention, all positive."

Lydia laughed and said, "I knew they would. Instead of the traditional face shots we now have four photos online for each student: face, side, rear and front views. The girls are dressed in leotards which make them look absolutely adorable. The boys, of course, are naked. All those cute naughty boy bottoms just waiting to be smacked! No wonder we have had a flood of applicants."

The second Monday in September Cameron was finishing breakfast when the doorbell rang.

"Wes is here, I need to go," Cameron said.

Mrs. Carson tried to give her son a hug as he went off to school, but he was too fast and all she managed was a pat on his head. She sighed as she watched her son walk down the driveway with his friend Wesley Baker.

"My mom says I have a new teacher this year. Her name is Miss Greer," Cameron said.

"Cam, I have her too so we'll be in the same class. That's great," Wesley said. Shyly, the boy added, "I hear she's really, you know, good looking."

Both boys quickly changed the subject. They were just starting to notice girls, but were still embarrassed by it and didn't want to admit it.

Cameron said, "I just hope the new teacher isn't like our last one. Mrs. Brandt treated us guys like little kids, and she had so many dumb rules. She was always giving detentions."

"Yeah," Wesley said. "We're big now and grownups should treat us with respect."

The two friends arrived at Wall Middle School just as the first bell rang. The students all began to enter the school and Wesley and Cameron were at the end of the line. When they finally entered their new classroom the only desks that were left were right up at the front near the teacher's desk. They both tried to get other kids to change desks but had no luck.

As they sat down in front Wesley said, "Oh, fuck! Now we're stuck in these seats for the whole year." Cameron opened his eyes wide and jerked his head a little to warn his friend, but it was too late.

Miss Greer said, "Stand up, young man. What was that I heard you say?"

Everyone in the class was looking at their pretty new teacher. She had her arms folded and was standing at the doorway to the classroom.

Wesley stood up and replied, "Ah, ah, Miss, I said 'Oh, fudd, now we get these seats.'"

"That is not what you said," the teacher exclaimed. "You used an obscene word, a word that is demeaning to all women and girls. Isn't that true?"

Shyly, Wesley said, "Yes, Miss. I'm sorry. I didn't say it to any of the girls though, just to Cameron."

"Yes, I will give you that. That is the only reason why you are not over my knee right now getting your bare bottom spanked," the teacher said loudly. "But if you use obscenity again in my class you will not be so fortunate!"

After Wesley apologized to Miss Greer several more times she allowed him to return to his seat. Cameron was shaken by what he had just heard.

As roll was taken and books handed out the girls were all smiles while the boys were unusually quiet.

By mid-morning the boys started to show signs of activity again. Their little feet started to move back and forth under their desks and their eyes darted right and left. Finally, one boy in the back dared to speak to a boy to his left while Miss Greer was talking.

The teacher immediately stopped and said, "Ivan, talking to your classmates while class is in session will not be tolerated. Come here NOW."

The terrified boy stepped forward toward the teacher. She grabbed him and dragged him over to a chair near the whiteboard. Together they sat down with the boy in spanking position over her lap. She began to spank him over his trousers. She stopped at ten spanks and then said, "The next boy who interrupts me will get a much harder spanking than this and it will be with his pants and underpants pulled all the way down. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss," the twelve boys in class answered. Ivan had tears in his eyes as he returned to his desk.

During lunch hour in the cafeteria the girls told kids from other classes about their exciting new teacher, Miss Greer. The boys from Miss Greer's class stayed quiet or whispered nervously among themselves.

During afternoon lessons Miss Greer asked, "Would any of you like to share with the class what you did this summer?" A pretty girl named Brenda raised her hand and the teacher called on her.

"Miss Greer, my family and I didn't travel anywhere. However, I began collecting photos at the end of the summer."

"Do you mean photos of your family?" Miss Greer asked with a knowing smile.

"No, Miss Greer," Brenda said. "I collected sixth grade school photos of my classmates. I got all of the girls in this class, four photos for each of them. But the boys wouldn't cooperate. All I got from them was two face shots. Otherwise they wouldn't trade with me."

Brenda continued, "But I didn't give up, Miss Greer. I went door to door and asked the boys' mothers for the photos. It took time, but I was finally able to get a complete collection, four for each boy. The photos are so cool."

"You are to be commended for your perseverance," the teacher said. "Do you have anything to add?"

"Yes, Miss Greer. This morning I emailed the boy photos to all of the girls in this class." Gasps were heard from the twelve boys.

"That was very nice of you to share them, Brenda," Miss Greer said.

The teacher turned to the class and said, "Shame on you boys for being so selfish. From now on I want you to share with your classmates. Do you understand?"

The boys nodded, but then Cameron shyly raised his hand.

"Yes, Cameron," the teacher said.

"But, ah, Miss Greer. The school photos show us boys without any clothes on. They tricked us last year when they took them. It isn't right."

Miss Greer laughed and said, "Little boys shouldn't be so modest. I have seen all the photos and I think they are very cute. They are also very useful in documenting your growth and development. None of you boys need be embarrassed. You, Cameron, certainly have nothing to hide."

Cameron was going to say something but then fell silent.

When Cameron got home he immediately went hunting for his mother. He wanted to complain to her about his new teacher and ask to be transferred to another class. However, Mrs. Carson spotted her son first.

"Oh, honey, I'm glad you're home. I just had a long talk on the phone with your teacher, Miss Greer. She is such a delight. Your teacher last year was a bit old, but Miss Greer is so young and energetic. I think she is just perfect."

"No she isn't," Cameron said.

"Oh, you are just tired, Cameron. I know how you boys complain about everything. Take my word for it this is the teacher who will help you. Give her a chance. She says that you are a handsome boy with a lot of potential. I think she is going to give you a lot of one on one attention."

"That's what I'm scared of," Cameron said shyly.

The next morning at school the fifteen girls in class all carried folders containing school photos. Cameron was shocked when he saw them looking at nude pics of his classmates.

Cameron overheard a girl say to her friend, "I think Cameron's thing looks so cute in his photo. Maybe if Cameron gets in trouble we will see his wiener for real." The girls giggled. Cameron was so embarrassed and was glad when class started.

Miss Greer said, "Children, open your health workbooks to page 8. This year we will begin Health Class with a unit on male sexual development." The girls were all smiles, but the boys fidgeted nervously.

The teacher continued, "I expect all of you boys to behave during these health lessons. I also want you to actively participate in the discussions."

Miss Greer smiled and asked, "How many of you boys masturbate?" No hands were raised. The girls suppressed their giggles.

Miss Greer looked very angry and said loudly, "I will ask one more time, and I want the truth, or else. How many of you boys have started playing with your penises?" Reluctantly, twelve hands were raised.

Then the teacher asked, "How many do it at least five times a day?" Three little boy hands quickly shot into the air. When they saw they were the only ones they just as quickly took their hands down.

The three boys were shocked as they saw Miss Greer write down their names. They knew that their mothers were going to get calls.

Miss Greer was pleased that she had gotten the children's attention. She let them do reading in the health book for the remainder of the hour.

At lunch Cameron ate quickly and then made a fateful decision. He decided he had had enough of this and was going to cut his afternoon classes. He slipped out the school's side door and went downtown for a chocolate malt.

The waitress said, "Well, young man. You drank that malt very quickly. You must be in a hurry. You wouldn't by any chance be playing hooky today? That would be very naughty!"

Cameron nervously shook his head. He then decided that skipping classes was a really stupid idea. He paid his check and ran back to school. Unfortunately he was ten minutes late for his first afternoon class.

Cameron walked in and said, "Sorry, Miss," as he took his seat.

Miss Greer stopped her lesson and exclaimed, "Cameron, I will not tolerate lateness. Furthermore, I saw you leave the school premises without permission during lunch hour. That is a serious violation of the rules, and must be punished severely."

"But, Miss, I won't do it again. I promise," the boy said. "Please don't hit me."

"Cameron, come forward please," the teacher said sternly.

As the frightened boy went up to the teacher he muttered, "It's stupid and it's not fair!"

Miss Greer said, "Well, well, we not only have a disobedient boy, but a defiant one as well. I think a very strong dose of my hairbrush is what you need, son. Now get those shoes, socks, shirt and trousers off." Reluctantly Cameron obeyed.

The girls giggled as Cameron got down to just his white briefs.

"Now take off your underpants, Cameron. I want you naked for this punishment," the teacher ordered.

Cameron refused to move. The boy could not believe this was happening.

Miss Greer asked Brenda and Eva to come up to assist, and the girls were up there in a second. With the three of them working together Cameron was soon in his birthday suit much to the delight of the class. The girls all pointed at Cameron's privates. His four inch long hairless penis was fully erect.

During the next ten minutes the students giggled and snickered as Cameron got the hardest hairbrush spanking that any of the children had ever seen or even heard about. They knew Cameron as a quiet kid, but he was anything but quiet during those long ten minutes. When it finally ended the boy's face was full of tears and snot.

"Cameron, I hope you learned a lesson from that. Now you will serve four hours of naked corner time, two hours this afternoon and two hours tomorrow morning."

Sobbing, Cameron did a wild little dance in front of his classmates as he tried to rub away the pain of his spanking. He continued to dance as he made his way to the corner. When he got there he put his nose against the wall, but the kids still could see his little butt quivering and shaking as the boy tried to remain still. The teacher resumed her lesson.

At 3:15 the bell rang and all the students filed out to go home. As Cameron started to get dressed Miss Greer marveled at the beauty of the boy's little rear end. Red was Miss Greer's favorite color.

At 3:30 with all the students gone Miss Greer locked the door to her classroom. She then went to the principal's office for a conference with Miss Morton and Miss Emrich.

The principal said, "Emily, I am amazed at what you have accomplished during your first two days. I passed by your classroom several times and was very pleased with how well behaved your boys were. This afternoon I saw young Mr. Carson standing in the corner without his clothes. I have rarely seen a little boy's bottom as red as Cameron's. Congratulations!"

"I am doing my best, Miss Morton," Emily replied. "I still have a lot to learn from you and Miss Emrich. The principal and vice principal smiled.

The three of them reviewed the files of the twelve boys in Emily Greer's class. Emily noticed that her superiors' eyes were focused on the nude 'Growth and Development' photos of the boys.

Emily spoke carefully, "If you don't mind my saying so I believe that all boys this age need regular spankings. I also believe that humiliation is an essential part of boy discipline."

"You have come to the right school," Miss Emrich said with a smile."

"I agree totally," Miss Morton said. "You have made a great start, Emily. Let us know if we can assist you in any way."

"I do have one question, Miss Morton," Emily said. "I noticed that in many of the boys' Growth photos there is evidence of arousal. Also, just this afternoon I observed that Cameron was in that condition when I spanked him. Has the school considered taking measures to control this erection problem?"

Miss Morton and Miss Emrich laughed. "Yes, we know that it is a serious concern among the teachers and staff," the principal said. "Now that bare bottom spankings for boys are the norm here at Wall we are going to see a lot more erections. Do you have any suggestions, Emily?"

"I'm not sure yet, Miss Morton," the young teacher replied. "However, I cross-checked the photos with the student files. I found that the boys with full erections in their photos were not on any medication. The boys with partial erections in their photos were all on Adderall or Ritalin."

"That is a very interesting observation. We will have to look into that," Miss Morton said as the meeting was concluded.

At dinner Cameron knew that he had to say something to his mom about what had happened that day. However, his mom spoke first.

"Miss Greer called. She said that you were very naughty and she had to spank you today. I am very disappointed in you," Mrs. Carson said.

Cameron started to say something in his defense, but his mom looked so angry he just stopped and said, "Sorry."

Later that night for the first time in years Mrs. Carson helped her son undress for bed. As the well-spanked boy tried to find a comfortable sleeping position he overheard his mom on her cell phone just outside his door.

"You certainly are thorough, Miss Greer, I have never seen a redder bottom," Mrs. Carson said on the phone. After listening to Miss Greer's response, Mrs. Carson said, "Oh, yes. By all means use the strap or the paddle on him. And thank you so much for helping my son."

Cameron buried his face in his pillow and started to cry.