Ms. Hayes turned from the whiteboard, marker still in hand. Her skirt had ridden up even higher during the writing, the lower curves of her ass cheeks now fully visible under the bunched fabric, black lace panties stretched tight across them. She set the marker down on the podium with a soft click and reached into her bag.
"Before we begin today's lesson," she said, voice calm and even, "I have the results from last week's math test."
She pulled out a thick bundle of papers tied with a thin red thread. Ryan's stomach dropped. He remembered that test clearly. Numbers blurring on the page, equations he couldn't solve no matter how long he stared. He'd never been good at math. Every test felt like drowning, and this one had been worse than usual. He started shaking his legs under the desk, the motion small and frantic.
His soaked pants clung uncomfortably to his thighs, the sticky cum from earlier now cold and itchy.
Ms. Hayes untied the thread slowly, letting the papers fan out in her hand. The class went quiet, not completely but quieter. Everyone's eyes were on her now. Some students sat up straighter. Others shifted nervously, hands freezing where they'd been touching.
Ms. Hayes scanned the stack. "The student with the highest marks this time is... Miley."
Miley stood up smoothly, skirt riding up her thighs as she walked to the front. Her blouse gaped open, pink lace bra fully visible, nipples stiff against the fabric. She took the paper from Ms. Hayes with a small smile.
"Excellent work." Ms. Hayes said, handing it over. "Perfect score in the test. This is the standard we should all aim for."
Miley nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Hayes."
Ms. Hayes looked at the class. "Miley consistently gets the highest grades. She's the star of this class. If you all worked as hard as she does, we wouldn't be having these conversations."
Miley walked back to her seat, hips swaying, and slid in beside Leon again. He gave her thigh a squeeze under the desk.
Ms. Hayes started calling names one by one. She praised some students, told others they needed to improve.
"Good effort, but more practice on quadratic equations."
"Better than last time, keep it up."
"Disappointing. You can do better."
Ryan's leg shaking got worse. His name hadn't come up yet. Every time she said "next" his heart jumped. He stared at his desk, fingers digging into the wood. Please not last. Please not the lowest.
"Ryan."
His head snapped up. Ms. Hayes held out his paper. He stood on shaky legs and walked to the front. The class watched him. He took the paper, eyes dropping to the score.
Not the lowest. Decent. Not great, but not failing. He let out a quiet breath of relief. Safe. For now.
Ms. Hayes crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. The blouse strained, nipples dark against the blue fabric. She scanned the remaining papers, then looked up.
"Last one. Amy."
A girl in the third row stood slowly. She walked to the front with her head down, hands twisting together.
Ms. Hayes held up the paper. "You have the lowest in the class."
Ms. Hayes looked at Amy. "Come up here, please."
Amy stepped onto the raised platform, standing in front of Ms. Hayes' chair. She was shorter than the teacher, eyes wide, cheeks already pink.
Ms. Hayes sat down in her chair, legs crossed for a moment, then uncrossed them. Her skirt rode higher. "This is the first time we've had to do this, so everyone will pay attention. Amy got the lowest marks. She will be punished so she and all of you, remember to study properly."
Amy swallowed. "I'm sorry, Ms. Hayes…"
Ms. Hayes patted her own lap. "Come closer. Bend over."
Amy hesitated, glancing back at the class. Every eye was on her. She stepped forward and bent at the waist, hands on her knees, ass presented to Ms. Hayes. Her skirt was short, it rode up immediately, showing plain white cotton panties stretched tight across her plump cheeks.
Ms. Hayes reached out and rubbed her hand over the smooth skin, caressing slowly. "This is what happens when you slack off. You get distracted, you don't study, you get low marks. And low marks mean correction."
She lifted her hand and brought it down hard.
Smack.
Amy yelped, loud and sharp. Her cheeks jiggled from the impact, a bright red handprint blooming instantly on pale skin.
Ms. Hayes rubbed the spot again, soothing. "Remember this feeling. So you don't get low marks next time. Say it."
Amy's voice trembled. "I… I'll study harder…"
Ms. Hayes spanked again, harder this time. The sound echoed, Amy's ass bounced, red deepening.
"Louder. Say the full sentence."
"I will study hard from now on!" Amy cried out, voice breaking.
Ms. Hayes delivered five more spanks in quick succession. Each one landed with a sharp crack, Amy's cheeks rippling, red spreading across both sides. She whimpered after every hit, legs shaking, white panties wedged slightly between her cheeks now, outlining her slit.
After the sixth, Ms. Hayes rubbed both cheeks firmly, fingers digging in. "Good. Stand up."
Amy straightened slowly, face bright red, tears in her eyes. She rubbed her ass with both hands as she walked back to her seat, skirt still hiked up, panties visible to everyone. She sat carefully, wincing.
Ms. Hayes stood up, smoothing her own skirt down—though it didn't help much. "That was just a demonstration. Next time, punishments will be more severe. If everyone understands, say yes."
A chorus of "Yes, Ms. Hayes" filled the room. Some voices shaky, some eager.
Ms. Hayes nodded. "Good. Now open your books to chapter eight."
She turned to the whiteboard again. Her ass was still in view, skirt bunched, black lace stretched. Ryan stared. His cock was painfully hard again, pressing against the cold, sticky mess in his pants. He couldn't look away from her red handprints on Amy's ass, the way she'd whimpered, the way the whole class had watched without stopping her.
To be continued...
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