ON THE TEACHER'S DESK

BY LONELY ONE

He was just one of my fifth grade students, but he was also
gorgeous. The perfect face, hair, and body for a child.
Everything was perfect about him, except his attitude. He seemed
to be under the impression that he ran the class instead of me.
That mentality had persevered throughout the school year so far,
but it was one that was going to change before long.

One Friday morning during class, he was being particularly
disruptive during class and I had had enough. The problem was
that in our state, it had become illegal this year to administer
corporal punishment. It was something I was going to miss, but
Robert was not.

"Robert Dickens!" I shouted at him over his conversation with one
of his many friends.

"What?" he answered back, almost as if he were bored. It struck a
wrong cord with me.

I walked down the aisle of desks to his and yanked him out the
chair faster than he believed possible. I led him to the front of
the class and had him face his fellow students. He seemed amused
at the proceedings.

"This, young ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when no one
has had the insight to give this young man any discipline. He
seems to think that the world revolves around him. He is about to
find out just how wrong he is in thinking that."

"You can't do anything to me, Mister," he said to my face.
The class gasped a collective breath, waiting to see how I would
handle this latest challenge to my authority. I smiled at Robert
and turned to a boy in the first row. "Derrick, please go and
close the door and pull the shade down over the window of it," I
said calmly to the youngster. He obeyed immediately.

Robert just stood there, defiantly looking up at me. I waited
till the door was closed and I went to the desk drawer. I pulled
out a roll of duct tape and pulled off a strip about a foot long.
He turned at the sound of it and made a move towards the door. I
was quicker.

I grabbed him by his wrist and brought him to the floor. My knee
went into the small of his back as he struggled to get back up.
Another piece of tape was torn off and covered his mouth as he
was about to scream at his predicament. He reached up to uncover
it, but I pulled his hands together above his head on the floor
and wrapped them together with the initial piece of tape.

Thankfully, my desk wasn't cluttered with papers as I picked him
up by the tied wrists and pulled him back to its side. His body
bent at the waist and hit the side of the wood as I pulled him
over it. I held his hands down on the desk and pulled off more
tape from the roll at the same time. It wasn't pretty, but I just
needed more tape to do what I needed. I wrapped more tape around
his bound wrists and pulled the tape across the width of the desk
to the far side of it. There, I wrapped a few laps around the
desk's legs. I returned to Robert's side of the desk. He was
struggling to climb up on the top of the desk. I pulled him back
down.

I pulled off more tape and wrapped a piece around each of his
ankles. They were tied to the legs of the desk under him. I
smiled at his obvious embarrassment at being prostrate before his
classmates, but I was just getting started.

The next phase was to get young Robert ready for his punishment.
With an audible gasp from the students in their seats, I reached
under my young man and undid his jeans. I hooked my thumbs on the
outside of them and his underpants and within two seconds, the
whole class got to see his shining buttocks.

Robert was screaming into the tape-gag at the utter humiliation
of it all. With a pat on his extended rump, I turned my
attentions briefly to the class of stunned children.

"Young ladies and gentlemen, I will now try and change Mr.
Dickens's demeanor with a behavior modification device," I
announced to the rest of the class.

I retrieved a paddle from the closet and returned to stand beside
him, facing the other children. The shock had worn off the others
and they were now keen to see him get his comeuppance. The paddle
was one of those long, thinner ones with holes cut out to allow
wind to go through it. I lined the paddle up to his exposed
derriere and pulled it back. With a great "whoosh", I brought it
back down to "SMACK" his bottom.
Robert bellowed into the gag as I was lifting it off for another
one.

SMACK!!! Another round of screams from the ten-year-old.

SMACK!!! Robert's ass was now considerably reddened, and I was
just getting warmed up. I decided to get the next ones in quick,
consecutive order.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! The room was filled with the clear
sound.

I was a little concerned that other teachers or staff might hear
what was going on, but if they ever checked, they wouldn't
probably do anything. All of them had their fill of this
particular student's attitude this year.

Robert screamed the whole way through the four hits. His feet
squirmed and he tried to move out of the way a few times, but was
unsuccessful, of course. I had tied him way too well.

I let him get over those before proceeding to the eighth strike.
The whole class was on the edge of their seats. Not a one of them
had stirred. Robert, meanwhile, was in agony over his
predicament. I took aim for the next one, and let it fly with a
good deal of strength behind it. It let him know that it wasn't
over with quite yet. He screamed afresh into the gag.

The next one was milder, as I was getting set up for the finale.
I reached back for the tenth and final hit, and lowered my
shoulder into the swing. All of my adult muscles were put into
the swing as it connected with his very red ass. His whole frame
seemed to feel that last hit as the sound filled the entire room.

He screamed like he never had before, and I let him continue for
several minutes to get it out of his system. I wasn't through
with him just yet, though. One more final piece of this was to be
added. I went to my locker again and as I replaced the paddle, I
pulled out a device I knew he was not going to like. I went to
the front of my desk with it to show the class.

"Does anyone know what this is?" I asked them. No one raised a
hand. I would have been surprised if anyone did. "This is a butt
plug. This one is made of solid glass. It is inserted into a
person's butt hole."

I walked over to Robert as he was still bent over the desk. He
had heard my words as much as the rest of the class and he knew
what he was about to get. He tried like hell to squirm loose of
the tape, but he was wasting his energy. I got to his side that
faced the blackboard so that the whole class could see this. I
looked up and saw some of them stretching to look over the desk
at the proceedings. Then I had an inspiration.

"All of you may come up and witness what is about to happen to
your classmate," I said.

I don't think I've ever seen the class move so fast. All of them
wanted a front row seat to this event. They made a semi-circle
around the desk and the two of us. When I was satisfied that all
of them could see, I continued.

With my forefinger and thumb of my left hand, I opened his butt
crack to show the classroom his anal flower. One girl cried, "Ew"
when that happened, but everyone else remained silent. I lined
the plug up to his sphincter and pushed hard.

I'm sure Robert thought the world was about to end as the plug
tore into his anus. The screaming coming from him didn't die down
for quite some time. By that time, I had all the students return
to their seats and we resumed class as if nothing had happened.

Over the next half hour or so that remained in our class period,
Robert would make a sound or two; a grunt, groan, moan, whimper,
etc. Finally, when there was about five minutes to go in the
period, I had the class work on their homework and I turned my
attentions back to Robert. I released both ankles from the legs
of the desk and I cut the tape away from his wrists. Robert
didn't move from the table. He had been facing the blackboard for
the whole time he had been taped to the desk, ashamed of what
happened.

"Get up, Robert," I told him. He didn't move. "Fine, I'll get the
paddle again." He stood up. "Now, pull up your pants, go get your
books and come back up here."

"Wha… what about…this…thing," he said, pointing to his butt plug.

"Keep that where it is," I told him. He looked at me as if I had
slapped him. I looked back at him with a look that told him to do
as I told him. He did as he was told, not wanting a repeat
performance.

He was walking back up to me as the bell rang for the end of
class.

"Everyone read the next chapter in your text for Monday, please,"
I told them, and groans chorused around the room. Robert was
making his way to the door. I called him to me.

After telling the last student to close the door on his way out,
I had Robert sit in a desk at the front of the class as I
addressed him.

"Now, the plug will remain where it is all day, Robert," I began,
but stopped when he had another shocked look on his face. "It
will stay there, Robert, no two ways around it." I repeated to
him before going on. "After your last class, you will come back
here for me to remove it from your rectum. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," he mumbled.

Yes sir, huh? Well, things were improving already.

I dismissed him with a final warning not to disobey me about the
plug. He nodded and left the room.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but I found my thoughts
wandering back to Robert, and his uncomfortable state,
occasionally. Finally, the last class dismissed and Robert walked
in looking very uncomfortable. Of course, it could be his
reddened ass that could've been doing it also.

"Ready to get that thing out of you?" I asked him. He nodded, but
I saw a trace of the old Robert in his face. I motioned for him
to lean over and put his hands on the desk. He did as he was
told. I lowered his pants and underpants down to his ankles. I
got a really good view of his red asscheeks.

They were starting to turn a little bluish after the abuse they
took this morning, but he would live. I reached up and grasped
the butt plug with my right hand. With my left hand, I held him
steady as I began to pull it out. He grimaced and cried as I
barely began to pull on it. Ignoring his cries, I pulled as hard
as I could to get it out of him. It came loose with an audible,
"THWOCK!" that filled the silence of the room. He gave a sigh of
relief as it cleared his sphincter muscle.

"Better?" I asked the obvious question.

He nodded.

"Good. Now, pull up your pants and take this to the bathroom and
clean it off thoroughly. I don't want to see a sign of anything
on it when you bring it back to me. Don't take forever about it,
either."

It took him a total of about ten minutes for him to clean it off.
I got the feeling that he had to use the toilet as well. When he
walked back into my classroom, he had the same look of defiance
on his face that I was used to.

"Problem, Robert?" I asked him as he handed me the plug.

"I'm telling my father about this, Mr. Jefferson," he announced
to me.

I smiled at his naïveté.

"Go ahead and tell him, Robert, but also hand him this at the
same time," I said and handed him a manila envelope that was on
my desk.

"What's this?"

"Just a little insurance, Robert," I said with a confident smile.

He made to open it, and then stopped to look at me.

"Oh, feel free to open it, if you like," I said.

He almost tore it open to get to its contents. His face blanched
white when he saw what was there.

Last summer when I knew which child I was getting, I did a little
research. Robert's father was a local minister for a Pentecostal
church. The pictures were of him and an eight year old female
parishioner. The first one was of him fucking her up the ass with
her arms tied behind her back in his office. The second picture
showed him with his cock buried half way down her throat as she
was tied up to the front of the pulpit. In the third picture, she
was tied spread-eagled on the altar and he was laying into her
small pussy with his cock. The final picture had him doing her in
his own bed. She was suspended above the bed and tied to the
framework of the canopy.

His father was the big one behind the movement to get corporal
punishment out of the schools. Not only would this ruin his
career and send him to prison for the rest of his days, but also
let the gas out of that CP movement.

"If you tell him what happened in class, then you'd better give
him those pictures, also. Because if you only tell him that I
paddled you, I will give copies of those pictures to the news
people as well as the police. Your father would go to prison, and
you would probably end up in a foster home since you have no
other relatives. Do we understand each other?"

"What if I don't tell him about the…paddling and… the other
thing?" The boy just couldn't say, "Butt plug".

"Then, nothing, Robert," I told him. "We would go on as normal,
but you can expect the same treatment if you ever act up in class
again. And that goes for any class; not just mine. Understand?"

He nodded, but the defiant look was gone again.

I never had another problem from the boy. In fact, he became an
even better student in class as he paid more attention to the
lessons. Four months later, the news of his father's constant
rape of the young girl got out and he was sent to prison for
thirty years. He was killed two years later.

I applied to be the guardian of young Robert Dickens and by that
summer, he was my ward. He grew up under my tutelage and grew up
right. I had to administer corporal punishment to him from time
to time, but that's a story for another day.