Sara: Reversal of detention Part 1 of 3

It was a Friday afternoon, and the bell had just rung for the end of the school day, so Sara was walking towards her classroom to host tonight’s detention, which was to be held in her classroom. It was unusual for there to be detention at the end of the week, as even the most misbehaved students wanted to be away to enjoy the Friday evening, but even more surprising was the name of the person who had to attend.

Allan Johnson was an eighteen year old student who could be classed as a ‘model pupil’, as he was always well behaved, well dressed and very efficient at turning his schoolwork in. The detention slip that was printed out was very unusual as there was no mention of why he had to attend and the name of the teacher who had authorised this was missing.

As she made her way down the corridor, Sara looked at the slip again. “My guess is that one of the teachers is jealous of you and wanted to have you placed in detention for their personal enjoyment. I wish I could let you go, but if someone finds out, we could both get into trouble. Anyway, spending an hour in a room with you is not a bad way to spend Friday evening.” The teacher paused outside the door to the classroom and looked at herself in the mirror by the door, checking that nothing was out of place with her white long-sleeved blouse, black figure hugging above-the-knee skirt, black stockings and patent calf length leather boots. She fiddled a moment with the white scarf around her neck, checked her large black and took a deep breath before entering the room.

Allan was dressed as usual in his black trousers, jacket and white shirt as he sat at one of the desks, reading a book on poetry and he looked up as Sara entered the room.

“Hello Miss Skeens, I’m very sorry about this, but I have no idea about why I had to go to detention this evening.”

“I don’t think that you have done anything wrong, Allan.” Sara said as she sat down at her desk, putting her bag to her left. “Given the lack of any information about who wrote this out and why you are here, I will speak to the principal on Monday morning and have this removed from the record. It must be someone’s idea of a bad joke as you are the best behaved pupil I know.” The teacher leant over, opened her bag, checked that she was taking out the right book, and placed it on the table before opening it.

Not that I have any intention of reading this, but I have to appear as if I am doing something while I daydream. It’s a good thing that I took the right book out, as I once picked up the other one, but I managed to put it back before anyone noticed what I was holding. The woman looked at the book, but she had no interest in what was written on the pages as she stole the occasional glance at her student while her daydream formed in her head. It’s good that no one knows what I think, or what are on my personal files on the server, or I could face major disciplinary action.

It wasn’t long before her daydream was in full swing, with her lying across Allan’s lap from right to left, with her hands bound together behind her back and her arms bound to her body. Her legs were tied at her ankles and knees, her panties filled her mouth with her scarf covering her lips so that it kept them in place, and her gag muffled her screams as her exposed bottom was spanked time and time again by the student.

I know that I shouldn’t have these fantasies about you where I am bad and you punish me for it, but I can’t help it. I’m must remember to write this daydream down on my computer so that I can enjoy it again and again. After you have gone, I must read the other book with the story ‘Office Duty’ in it, but I hope no one finds out what I have altered. How would I explain that I have changed the story so that the two characters have our names?

The fantasy intruded fully into her mind and she found herself bent over a desk as her clothing was cut away, leaving her essentially naked at the hands of her captor. Behind her, there was the sound of a zip being pulled down and the helpless teacher knew that her intimacy would be impaled, which would bring her to the heights of bliss...

“Are you alright, Miss Skeens?” Allan asked as he stood to her left.

“Y- Yes sorry, I was just miles away.” Sara answered as her cheeks became a pale shade of pink. This is embarrassing, and I hope you don’t work out that it was about you. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, it’s a passage in this particular poem called “Andromeda” and I have trouble understanding it. I wonder if you could help me with this.” Allan placed the book in front of Sara so that it covered her own and he pointed to a particular quartet of lines.

Sara could feel the heat in her cheeks as she read that part of the poem which describes how the princess Andromeda was chained naked to a rock, in order for her to await her fate. The first piece of poetry you ever ask me about, and it involves nude bondage. This is going to be one to explain.

She put her hands on the bottom corners of the book in order to steady herself before responding to the student. “W- Well, it seems to be obvious what is happening in that she is being prepared for sacrifice. I think that what the poet is attempting to achieve though, is that by describing her plight and her naked beauty, he is making the reader sympathise with her and maybe even find her attractive as she is made helpless.”

“So you think that a helpless woman is even more attractive?”

“That is what the person is implying. Wait, what are you doing?” Sara was taken by surprise as the student took a firm hold of her wrists and brought them behind her back before she could even respond to what was happening to her. A single hand held her hands together, there was a rapid clicking sound, and the feeling of cold steel around her wrists caused to realise that she had been restrained with handcuffs.

“Allan, stop this at once! You’re not supposed to handcuff your teachers.” At this point, she was lifted out of her chair and made to stand, her feet were put side by side, and more clicking sounds let her know that her ankles had suffered the same fate. This can’t be happening, I’m bound hand and foot and you have complete control over me. Why have you done this? The bound woman took a deep breath before she continued to talk.

“I know that what has happened to you is unfair, owing to you having been given a wrongful detention, but it is just as unfair to treat me in this manner as it’s not my fault.” She tried making a few experimental tugs against her bonds but the woman knew that she would remain in these restraints until they were unlocked, and she was turned around so that she faced her captor.

“Actually, I was the one who arranged for the detention to happen so that we could be together after school ended.”

“You? How did you manage that, and why? Was it so you could handcuff me as a joke?”

“I’ll explain later, but all you need to know right now is that you are a very bad teacher and you are going to be punished for it.”

“Punished? Punished for what? I haven’t done anything wrong.” A shiver went down the captive’s spine which was part fear, but mainly excitement as she thought about what was going to happen to her. You are sounding as if you walked right out of one of my fantasies, or that you have read my mind.

The helpless teacher was turned around so that she faced the desk, and Allan’s left hand pressed against her back which pushed her body down against the cold wooden surface. You can’t be planning on spanking my bottom, we could both get into trouble.

“Please stop, Allan. You will be in trouble over this when I tell the principal about what you are doing.”

“I don’t think that you are going to tell anyone about this detention. Anyway, I am going to ask you three questions, and you are going to answer honestly. If you fail to do so, I will have to decide that you are being bad and punish you in the way that should happen to all naughty ladies.”

You are going to spank me, this is very wrong and you mustn’t do it. “Allan, if you stop and let me go right now, I’ll forget about all of this and put it down to hi-jinks on your part.”

“First question: Do you read books which have stories of women in bondage?”

I can’t possibly answer that kind of question, but I’m wondering if you already know the answer. Maybe I should just bluff and hope that you accept it. “I have never read any such books in my li- OW!” A smarting sensation spread from the spot on the teacher’s bottom where she had just been spanked. “I wouldn’t even dream of looking at, OW OW!” The two smacks were of greater intensity than the first one, and the captive wondered how much further she could go on. These are more painful than I imagined, but I suppose that’s fantasising for you.

“Look, I don’t know where you get the idea that I would do such a thing, but I can tell you that-.” The three strikes that followed were harder still, and they were each accompanied by a cry of pain from the captive.

“Okay, okay, I read stories where the ladies are bound and gagged. Is that enough for you?” There was a different sensation on Sara’s bottom as a hand gently caressed and smoothed her cheeks. This feels so good after the pain that I had to endure, but you know that I like bondage stories. What else are you going to ask me?

“See, things are better when you are honest. Now for the second question, and the punishment will be worse if you lie: do you fantasise about being bound, gagged and spanked?”

How much do you know about me? I think that I am in deep trouble, but I just can’t let you know about my deepest thoughts. “I would never fantasise about such things in a million years. Allan, what are you doing to my skirt?” Another shiver went through Sara’s body as a hand gripped the hem of the skirt.

“I did warn you about your punishment.” The bottom of the teacher’s skirt was pulled up until it was lifted above her bottom, which exposed her lacy black panties. “It would be a good idea for you to be honest with me, unless you wish for the punishment to continue.”

Could you be right about that, is there a part of me that really wants you to spank me? That is impossible. “There isn’t any way that I would ever want anything like that to happen to me. Free me at once.” Sara braced herself for the inevitable blow which she expected to be stronger because the cloth of her skirt no longer protected her, but she was taken by surprise by the six smacks that she received on her cheeks which were followed by the same number of yells.

“I tell you, I’m not into such things. No, please don’t.” She screamed another six times as her derriere was struck a half-dozen more times.

“If you keep in with this pretence, you have only yourself to blame for your suffering.” Six more spanks were enough to make Sara squirm on the desk.

“I’ll say it! I love the idea of being bound, gagged and spanked by someone. Are you satisfied?” At this, Sara’s bottom was again smoothed, and she breathed a sigh of relief as it caress had an almost magical effect on her feelings. After the pain of the last few minutes, this is pleasurable and arousing.

“Time for the final question, but given your previous responses I shall prepare you first.” There was a squeal from the captive as the student took hold of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs, which showed off the colour of her cheeks. “You have a lovely pink bottom, and knowing your reluctance to tell the truth it will be red before you answer the third question correctly.”

You’ve pulled my panties down, so you must really be serious about this.

“Third question, do you write stories and have fantasies about me placing you in bondage and taking advantage of you.”

“Allan, even if that was true, I could never admit to such a thing. Ow, no please OW.” Blow after measured blow landed on Sara’s unprotected posterior, and she had a fear that it wouldn’t stop until she told the truth. “Please stop it.”

“Answer the question.”

It wasn’t long before the teacher was writhing as the spanking continued and she begged and pleaded for him to stop, but every effort proved to be futile.

“Yes, yes! Now, please stop spanking me.” The blows halted, and her cheeks were caressed in an effort to reduce the pain of her punishment. “I’ve had fantasies about you binding and gagging me, and taking advantage of my helpless body from the moment I saw you. I have a big crush on you, and I’ve always wanted you to put me in bondage.”

Sara felt relief as her panties were pulled back up over her bottom, her skirt was put back into place, and she was turned around so that she faced Allan. He embraced her around the waist and as she looked into his eyes, she blushed as she realised that he must know a lot about her desires.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had bondage fantasies about me?”

“If I did, I would most likely get into severe trouble for mentioning it as you could have gone straight to the principal. Anyway, how do you know so much about me?”

“Well, it started on a day that you took the wrong book out of your bag, It was called “Bound for a Spanking” and I think that I was the only one to see it. You left your bag behind one lunchtime, and I managed to take a good look at the stories.”

Sara groaned at the fact that Allan had found the alterations. You must know all about Office Duty then.

“I came across one story in the book that had the originally names crossed out, and they were replaced by you and me. I also noticed that you had “password: allanjohnson” written on the back page, so I attempted to log into your server account with it. What I found there was very interesting. Just to let you know, I had my phone record the confessions that you just made, so I have a lot of information about you.”

“So, what are you going to do with this? Have me arrested and thrown in jail for my desires? You already have me restrained in bondage, and you have the capacity to blackmail me in order to get what you want.”

“What I actually want to do is fulfil your desires, Sara.”

The captive teacher blushed at this offer. “But I can’t go along with that, I’m the teacher and you are my student. If this came out, my career could be ruined, and I could even face prosecution.”

“If it does come out, I will simply say that I kidnapped you and blackmailed you into doing whatever I want. I will even say that I planted the stories on the server, which will absolve you of any blame. Now, I have to deal with my naughty teacher.”