Uh oh.

I desperately look for a place to hide, I can't go under the bed, there was no gap available and the closet was way too small for me to even considering fitting into.

"There's no where to hide." I panic as I walk around the room quickly.

"I know, I know." Mr. Howell whispers in equal panic. The desk had a space for me to hide but it was facing the door, there's no way I could hide there either.

A knock interrupts us and Mr. Howell looks at around the room again. There was no where to to hide me. Another knock is heard, thus time it's angrier. He accepts his faith flicking the light on and opening the door.

"Finally, I hope you're feeling better by n-" Mrs. Wickenburg states but is cut short when she spots me. "Ms. Williams? You are supposed to be cleaning. Why have you come here to bother Mr. Howell?" She angrily shouts.

Mr. Howell's eyes light up when he hears that. We both maintain eye contact before he speaks.

"She was no trouble, she just came here looking for you." He dumps the rest of the story on me. I almost thank him sarcastically but keep my mouth shut.

"What did you need?" She asks me with suspicion. I can't let her find out why I was really here, she'd probably have a heart attack.

"I don't think it's fair for me to be cleaning the cafeteria everyday. It's seems too harsh." I complain as I cross my arms. It's something I genuinely believe so it came naturally to me.

"We could have discussed this tomorrow. Why did you decide to come to Mr. Howell?" She points out with narrowed eyes.

"I'm sick of this cleaning, and I'm sick of waiting to be heard. I thought Mr. Howell could do something." I lie through my teeth. Mr. Howell looks a bit impressed with my fast ability to lie.

"Coming to the teachers cabin is against the rules. I understand your reasoning but you still must be punished." She says with a serious expression, I see a glint of evil in her eyes and groan internally. It's probably something stupid like sweeping more or serving students.

"Okay ma'am." I state with an eye roll.

At least we haven't been caught this time, it all worked out pretty good in our favor. I get ready to leave with Mrs. Wickenburg after she tells me how she'll punish me.

"Mr. Howell, a spanking seems good enough. I'll leave it to you." She says after thinking for a minute.

No.

Even though I had just his dïck in my mouth a minute ago, I will not be comfortable with a spanking. The feeling is confusing for me to figure out and a bit awkward.

"No way in hell." I reject the idea as I try walking past her. She grabs my arm, yanking me back into the room.

"You do not have a choice. You need more discipline, unfortunately I have to return to the dining hall for an wildlife presentation. I better come back to an apology." She threatens us both in an angry tone. She leaves, slamming the door behind her.

Oh, thank god she's gone. I thought I had to actually have a spanking. I sigh in relief, tightening my ponytail even more.

"Come bend over the bed." Mr. Howell demands in a casual tone, as he walks over to his desk.

"You can't be serious." I shake my head. I walk over to desk as well, leaning against it to see what he does.

He only smirks in my direction. "I am serious, go bend over the bed." He repeats.

"You can't punish me for coming to the teacher's cabin, you brought me here." I argue back. The point is completely valid and he knows it.

"I'm just following Mrs. Wickenburg's orders." He smirks as he says it.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I accuse him of enjoying my panic.

"Of course not." He shakes his head quickly but I know he's lying. Does he have some sort of fetish for spanking? I don't even want to ask him.

"Neither am I. So, let's just drop this." I suggest with bright cheeks.

"Let's not. I need to punish you." He takes a step towards me. I walk away and sit on his bed.

"Why do you want to punish me so bad?" I ask. The thought of it being some type of fetish for him makes me consider it. I'm not sure why.

He sits down on the bed next to me. "Just let me."

I consider it one more time. If it's something pleasurable to him then I guess I'll let him. I nod towards him and his smile grows. "Come lay over my lap."

"This is so embarrassing." I mutter under my breath. He ignores my comment as I lay across his lap.

"I'm going to give you twenty." He announces as his lays his hand on my butt.

"Can you give me a little less since it wasn't really my fault for being here?" I question with a bit of annoyance.

"Fine. How about ten?" He waits for my response.

"Fair enough." I agree.

"Thank me after each one." He whispers, I feel my heart beat faster, awaiting the first hit.

He smacks me, making a loud noise and I whine. "Thank you, Sir."

He hums in happiness as he continues spanking me. I thank lord that he keeps my sweatpants on. I feel pain by the third one but let him continue, the feeling makes me bite my lip. Why did I like it?

He finishes the tenth one, and I moan in protest. My eyes widen and I quickly get off his lap, I try grasping my feelings but I'm confused.

"Did you like it, baby girl?" He asks as he tucks a piece of hair behind my hair.

"I-I don't know. I have to go." I spit out as I try getting up to leave. He doesn't let me though, he only yanks me back and connects our lips.

I don't stop it no matter how much I want to, I've just fallen for him and now my emotions dictate my actions. I haven't genuinely liked someone since the eighth grade.

I pull away from the kiss and sigh. "I'm just confused okay. I don't do stuff like this." I explain to him, I look at the fingers and fiddle with them.

"I can help you figure it out." He suggests as he kisses my forehead.

"You still haven't told me what we are." I change the subject. He can't say things like this without answering the main question. I need something secure, something I could refer to when thinking of us.

"Why does it matter?" He asks.

"I want to know what you consider us. If you're going to push me away I want to know so I don't get hurt." I try to make him understand, he nods and thinks.

"What do you want us to be?" He questions as he continues looking at me.

"I don't... I don't know. I want us to be a couple of some sort, even if it is for sëx." I poorly explain. I know I don't want just sëx but right now I think asking for a relationship isn't possible. He's my teacher and I'm his student, I don't think he'll ever consider himself my boyfriend.

"If that's what you want then that's what we are." He declares with ease.

"So, just sëx?" I try asking him without seeming offended.

"Yeah." He answers with a nod, I manage a fake smile, before he kisses me again.

It kind of breaks my heart when he said it but I knew it was my own fault.

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A/N:

Spanking is pretty chill if you try thinking of even weirder things like furries tbh.

Just hit the butt, boom! That's it. Erotic content written.