Halloween brings out the brat in you, and this teacher knows how to punish every costume-clad sin. As I stride into the dimly lit room, my black pencil skirt hugs my hips, red lipstick glowing under the eerie orange lights. My gaze rakes over the miscreant before me, a pup in a perverted pirate getup, and a wicked smile spreads across my lips.
“Remove the costume, young buck,” I command, my voice a sultry purr. He hesitates, but I barely spare a glance before gesturing to the corner. “Now, or the consequences will be…costly.”
With a sullen huff, he sheds the garish attire, revealing a scrawny frame clad in a plain school t-shirt and jeans. I circle him, trailing a finger down his arm, relishing the tremble that runs through him. “Such a naughty boy,” I coo, “deserving of a proper punishment.”
I bend his arm behind his back, pinning him to the wall, and press my hips against his. “Lesson one: respect for authority.” With a sharp tug on his wrist, I make him bend at the waist, his face inches from the floor. “Count your sins, brat, and for each one, I’ll add a stroke to your posterior.”
The air thickens with the sounds of his ragged breathing, my own rising as I run a finger up his spine. “Let’s begin.” With a swift smack, I claim my first mark, the sting echoing through the room. “One.” He muffles a gasp, trembling against me as I continue my merciless campaign, each blow a symphony of flesh against flesh. By the time I’m finished, his bottom is a mottled kaleidoscope of red and purple, tears staining his cheeks.
“Now,” I whisper, “do you understand the gravity of your costumes?” He sobs out a contrite “yes,” and I release him, watching as he stumbles away, eyes downcast. “Remember, Halloween may come once a year, but the punishment for disobedience is eternal. By the time you leave, you’ll wish the bell never rings.”