Within a couple minutes, I had completely forgotten about any high school dignity as my mind focused on the fire in my bottom. As promised, Mrs Saunders soon reduced me to a kicking cry baby who was learning a very painful lesson. On and on the paddling went as I waved my feet frantically in the air and twisted my bottom from side to side. Throughout the whole ordeal, she continued to scold me. “You aren’t going anywhere, you bad little boy until Mrs Saunders’s Slipper has taught your naughty bottom a good lesson. Bad… bad Peter… bad…. bad Peter. That’s what you are… a very bad little boy who needs a very good spanking right now more than anything else. You bad… bad… bad… Youngster. Believe me, we’ve had a long talk about how to handle you best. Your Mother reminded me that school policy doesn’t apply during tutoring sessions in my house. So listen up, you naughty thing. Make sure your homework is done when you come for tutoring this Sunday or you’ll feel a very firm hand on your bottom. The good lord gave bottoms to Youngsters so they could take sound spankings without any lasting harm. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get every time you misbehave. Do you understand me mister?” By then, I was crying my heart out and paying no real attention to what she said; the only thing that mattered was that relentless Slipper and the fire in my bottom. . Meanwhile, Mrs Saunders calmly replaced the Slipper on her desk, rolled her sleeves back down, and fetched her jacket. When I had quieted down somewhat, she came over and bent me under her left arm. Minutes later, she was chatting with me on the way home as if the paddling had never taken place. On the first three Sundays of tutoring, I managed to have my homework done to her satisfaction. It was also clear to me that she was a fine Math teacher and that I really did need the extra help. And except for her views on discipline, she was a warm and loving lady with a great sense of humor. The fact that she was attractive in a maternal kind of way made her even more likable. As the weeks passed, I forgot all about the discomfort of that first spanking and gave remembered only the exciting moments, with thoughts of what it might be like to get a bottom spanking at her home. Within a month, I had a terrible crush on Mrs Saunders. In hindsight, I think I deliberately left some of my weekend Math homework incomplete to see how far I could push it. In any case, Mrs Saunders scanned my work the next Sunday afternoon and then said sternly, “Peter, I see that you haven’t done an adequate job this week. I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later and sure enough, it has. We’ll go over this assignment, as usual, and review some of last week’s work where you were having problems. But at the end of today’s lesson, you’re going over my lap for a spanking on your bottom.” “ “Nonsense, Peter. Now be quiet or you’ll earn extra spanks. I don’t want to hear anything more about it for the next hour. Is that clear?” “Yes, Mrs Saunders,” I said, my heart already starting to race. For the rest of the lesson, I found it difficult to concentrate on math. I made repeated mistakes in my work which Mrs Saunders noticed. Finally, the hour ended. Instead of spanking me right then at the desk where we were working, Mrs Saunders took me into the living room and sat down on the couch. Then she pulled her skirts up to the tops of her thighs so as not to wrinkle her brand new dress. “Now then, young mam, let’s get you really for your first bottomed spanking. Although I don’t have a Slipper here, I think you’ll find my hand is more than adequate to teach you a good lesson. Of course, hand spankings take much longer but we have lots of time, don’t we?” I gasped quietly as my penis dug into her soft thighs. Rather than spanking me right away, Mrs Saunders scolded me for at least five minutes, leaving her right hand resting softly against my bottom with occasional pats and squeezes to emphasize certain points she was making. The whole time, I throbbed against her. “It seems like you are looking forward to a bottom spanking from me, doesn’t it, Peter?” “No Mrs Saunders, really, it’s the last thing I want.” “I’m sure that true, Peter, at least in part. But it also seems you are one of those boys with mixed feelings about spankings, especially bottom spankings. They hate them, of course, but they also know they need them at times and even look forward to them in a certain way. As someone who raised two sons myself, I can certainly understand. In my experience, nothing clears the conscience of a naughty boy faster than a bottom spanking. Youngsters need to have clear limits set and spankings are also very helpful in that regard. If a Youngster know he has earned his punishment and that it comes from a woman who cares enough to spank him when he misbehaves, he usually has an easier time accepting it. I care a lot about you, Peter. That’s why I take the trouble to give you this extra tutoring and that’s why I’m going to give you a good spanking now on your bottom. By then, I was already crying softly. Apparently Mrs Saunders was pleased for she added, “Good boy. You go ahead and cry if you need to, Peter. In my experience, most Youngsters feel better in the end if they allow themselves to cry during a spanking. Of course, some older boys feel it undignified to cry in any situation. But believe me, they cry sooner or later after they go over my lap. The whole point of a spanking is to remind you that you are still just a little boy in many ways who needs to rely on the wisdom and guidance of parents and teachers. If you cry during a spanking, you’ll feel more like a little boy who has misbehaved and is now learning a badly needed lesson. Youngsters who have a good cry while they’re being spanked always feel much better afterwards, believe me. And they’re usually better behaved as well.” With that, Mrs Saunders began my first bottom spanking. Even before the first smack fell, I knew it would not be my last and so, I think, did Mrs Saunders. In addition to needing a lot more tutoring, I guess I was one of those boys who needed firm guidance from a caring mother figure. And Mrs Saunders fit the bill perfectly.