((Ok, so first off, hi!
Just a couple things before I get to the storyline. ..
If you don't like long posts, you likely won't like rping with me because I am very long winded and descriptive, so if you like more like one to three liners at most I don't think you will like me. lol. Fair warning.
I rp as a female, eighteen and above, anything younger is just not my style. Tried it a couple times, and it came out wrong, it just doesnt jive with me. xD
I am not a new rper, but as anyone I make mistakes. I have been in quite a few, although not as many that came to the actual spanking because until I found this site I didn't find that many people who enjoyed it so I am still a little rusty in between the starting point and the last blow so bear with me please. lol. Also, I am always the one getting spanked, I just can't play a dominant/ agressive role. That's another thing I have tried and failed at brilliantly, I just can't be a switch.
Other than that, let's have some fun! )
I guess if you want to join you can just jump in, or pm me if the story is underway already, or if you just want to start another one with me, because I can keep track of more than one storyline at a time.
Since this is going to be my first rp on here, I wanted to find something simple to start with. I know that the teacher spanking a student is a rather generic storyline, so I decided on the professor disciplining a new"er" teacher that is lower on the food chain. She embarasses him by disputing a theory of his (can be whatever you wish) in front of some students, among some other discrepencies he does not agree with. So he, who is ranked right under the dean, decides to teach her a lesson. I figured we could spice it up, by before that they kept giving each other the eye across staff meetings and the lunch rooms or something and he was just looking for a reason to get closer to her but also could not allow her to make the other teachers look at him like he was loseing his authority. So he had to do something.
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The last bell rang throughout the collage on friday afternoon, signaling the end of another week, and the sound of freedom to all the students who had been watching the clocks with growing anxiety throughout the afternoon. The quiet hallways, recently painted in crisp white against the bright blue lockers, the colors of the school, suddenly exploded with the shouts of the students and trampleing of feet as they dashed to thier lockers and out the front.
Ms. Dagon stood from her seat at her desk in front of her blackboard as the bell rang and her students all shot to thier feet. She raised a hand and paused as they anxiously quieted and stared at her from the rows of seats that raised up to the back of the class holding over a hundred students.
"Alright, it's the weekend, I understand. So, if you all did as I have been telling you and already finished your reports,..." she paused for dramatic effect, watchign as all thier eyes widened expectantly and they held thier collective breath, " then you have the weekend off! Just make sure its together and finished by Tuesday! " She cut off with a laugh as the students all went to bellowing as they rished out. As the last one slide out the door, amid choruses of "Thanks ms. Dagon," and "You're the best!" and the multitudes of smiles and waves she chuckled to herself and slid back down in her chair with a deep sigh. "Bunch of crazy kids."
With a soft fond smile curving her lips she shook her head at thier antics. She waited until the halls quieted, and knowing only the other staff members would still be around she decided to relax while she worked on her grading and teaching plan for the next week. Reaching up she took off her black framed glasses which she only used for seeing to the very back of the class, and set them down with a plink. Rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand she stood again and stretched, deciding to take her papers to her little office, through the door right behind her there in her classroom, so she could sit in her comfortable chair and kick off her heels. She stopped and glanced in the window, seeing her reflection and raising an eyebrow at herself.
It's a bit warm in here, she thought. So she shrugged out of her suit jacket, laying it across the back of the chair, so she was simply in her white half sleeved button up shirt and the black skirt that swung as she walked which didnt reach her knees. The top of her panty hoes stayed above her skirt line because of her garter belt, and her black shoes with only an inch of heel made no sound on the tiled floor. She pulled the pins out of her hair, shaking the dark brown curls out so they fell down her back and curled around her face, making her skin seem a little darker in contrast, and her eyes a deeper green. She sighed, feeling much better now that the tension had leeched from her head and eyes, though it settled mostly on her shoulders.
She grimaced lightly, rubbing one shoulder with her hand. She reached the other out, and twisting the doorknob to her office she stopped as the door to her classroom got darker as someone's shadow fell across the tiny frosted window. A shiver worked its way up her spine but she tamped it down, thinking the shape looked very familier but telling herself that he had no need to come to her classroom, and she was sure no want to. But at the polite knock on her door, she blinked at the door for a moment before remembering herself and turning her head towards the person.
"Come in." She called out, knowing she had certainly left the door unlocked.
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The door swung open on silent oiled hinges and she sighed softly, unsure if she was relieved that it was not him or not. The older man wearing the darkblue coveralls with sandy brown hair feathered with a few streaks of grey tipped his ball cap at her and flashed a white smile. His faded blue eyes twinkled with his smile.
"Hello Ms Dagon, just checking in on ya Miss. I will leave your room for tomorrow morning so that I dinna bother you. "
She returned his smile with genuine affection for the nice man who was as much a part of this school as the lockers and the books, and had likely been here just as long. "Thank you Pete. I appreciate it. "
"No problem Miss. Have a good weekend and don't work too hard, even professors need a little time off occasionally." His eyes glittered for a moment like he found some secret amusing as he closed the door and stepped back out.
Frowning at the closed door she wondered what it could have been. She knew Pete heard about everything at the school, knew some things about others before they knew it themselves. She chuckled softly. Oh well, she supposed if it had been important than he would have told her. She turned and crossed into her office, leaving the small door open so that she could hear if someone else opened her classroom door or knocked. She sat down with her stack of papers, and kicking off her shoes under the edge of her desk tucked her legs underneath her and began pouring over the past few days work from her students.
The Professor's wrath
