The inevitable finally occurred one afternoon about 2 weeks into
the term. Mrs. Wright was doing a lesson with us third graders when Eldon could be clearly
heard whispering to a girl in their group. Mrs. Wright had shushed him once that morning,
& been battling him from the first day. Her face clouded with determination before she
turned to stare Eldon down. I recall him drawing away from Mrs. Wright. I believe he knew
he'd finally crossed the line.
I don't recall what transpired from the time Mrs. Wright
announced, "Young man, you have finally earned a sound spanking!", to when she
dragged a whining Eldon to the front of the room. I'm sure she scolded him for a bit or
something, because I do recall Eldon being a very sorry boy
as he was led to his just desserts. Eldon had picked on me & I
knew I was about to enjoy a vicarious vengeance via Mrs. Wright's knee. I knew it was
going to happen & I was looking forward to it.
Eldon's bravado fled completely long before Mrs. Wright had
slapped his hands away & worked his pants down to his knees. Her scolding & his
whining & pleading that day have become a large part of my spanking fantasy. The
actual words have faded, but I certainly have inserted new ones. It was an impressive but
brief exchange & then Eldon was tipped over Mrs. Wright's knee. The classrooms were
very small, so all of us had a close up view of what happened next, which, the way I
recall it, was a textbook fantasy come true discipline spanking!
Eldon's backside was probably less than 10 feet in front of me
when Mrs. Wright yanked down his shorts & revealed it to me. I'd seen a bare butt or
two swimming, but I'd never seen one like that before. And I'd never seen one get spanked
before. Most of the other kids were whispering low & smiling in anticipation. Other
kids looked away like they knew from experience what was going to happen & didn't want
I watched anxiously as the first erotic spanking thrill of my life
struck. Why I found it so pleasant, I don't know, but I admit I found the stern lesson my
teacher administered the sexiest thing I could imagine at the time.
Mrs. Wright was thorough as she spanked Eldon's little backside
until it glowed a bright red. I could see & hear how hard Mrs. Wright slapped him
& how loudly Eldon screeched & howled at each slap. Her hand seemed huge, &
Eldon's bottom looked small & defenseless.
I choose to recall that the spanking was an extended affair with
countless spanks, Eldon pleading miserably, & Mrs. Wright telling him that he should
have minded all the while teaching him the true error of his ways with her slapping
hand. I'm sure I've vastly extended the actual duration of time, but I haven't embellished
Eldon's anguished response to Mrs. Wright's repeated retorts to his rump he was a
very tearful, sobbing, & sorry little boy. As close as I was to his bottom, I could
The room went perfectly quiet except for the sound of Eldon's
repentant crying when Mrs. Wright stopped. I recall her saying something about him needing
a sharp shock, & that she hoped the one she'd just administered would straighten him
out. Eldon tearfully assured her it would. Mrs. Wright pulled up his shorts & helped
him off her knee. She waited as Eldon replaced his pants, & then sent him back to his
desk where he gingerly sat & continuously squirmed trying to get comfortable.
Eldon behaved himself for a while, but needed repeat lessons
regularly throughout the year. Unfortunately, those & the few others Mrs. Wright &
the other teachers handed out to other students were administered after school. It seems
Eldon's mother had complained about the public chastisement, but not about the spanking,
so the school changed its policy to make punishment a more private affair.
Hearing a spanking wasn't as satisfying as seeing one, of course.
But for me & the other kids who hung around for the various after school shows, it was
fun & exciting enough to have us all giggling & tittering like sadistic fools
before we were chased away by one of the teachers under the threat of being taken inside
for spankings of our own.
I constantly fantasized about being spanked by Mrs. Wright &
often imagined myself hanging over her knee with my pants at my ankles & my boyish
bottom blushing up at her. But I was in such awe of her & her spanking prowess
that I could never get up the courage to do anything bad enough to get me there before we
moved again, this time back to Michigan for good & a school system that did not employ
That didn't stop me from fantasizing about Mrs. Wright or from
sizing up every female teacher I had after her as a possible spanker. There were several
who I could see fitting the bill, but none replaced Mrs. Wright. She was, & still is,
my model spanker. I have a very active imagination & broader erotic interests now, but
Mrs. Wright is always welcome when she pops up & takes charge.