Unpleasant Encounter in the Park

Roaring out loud with her chopper's engine, Gertie pulled up to the entrance to the park. She loved to get out into great outdoors from time to time to get some fresh air and listen to the silence. But she loved no less to put her faithful chopper through its paces, riding it into the “wild” terrain. Of course, it won't stand a real off-road driving. And Gertie knew that. But the dirt roads, meant only for pedestrians, were not a problem for it. And so Gertie, ignoring the sign prohibiting entry into the park by car or motorcycle, confidently drove forward.

Gertie drove slowly, looking around again and again and taking her eyes off the road. She didn't really understand where the fox terrier suddenly jumped out from. The dog began barking desperately at her motorcycle, throwing itself under the wheels. Gertie slammed on her brakes. The dog jumped around, continuing to bark.

"You, stupid animal! Go away!" Gertie screamed at it. "Go! Go! Get the fuck off!" she tried to kick the fox terrier, but it jumped back, continue barking.

"Gertrude! What do you think you are doing?!" Gertie suddenly heard a familiar voice. She slowly turned around, changing her countenance. A very angry Miss Dobbins appeared from behind the trees. "Gertrude, what is this?" she gave the girl a very displeased look.

"What do you mean?" Gertie snapped, "Miss Dobbins, this is not a classroom, and I'm not at your lecture! It's my business how and where I'm spending my day off!" she wanted to get on the motorcycle, but the teacher's hand suddenly squeezed her ear tightly. Gertie moaned in pain.

"Not only did you almost knock down Toto, but you also dared to offend him." Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Not to mention that you drove your jalopy into the park, ignoring the forbiddance. Gertrude, for such behavior, even outside of study hours, you could get into very serious trouble at college."

Gertie wanted to grab Miss Dobbin's hand, but she didn't dare. Fear flashed in her blue eyes. Even while she wanted to be seen as a reckless biker chick who could handle any trouble and who could handle anything, she was not at all keen on getting into trouble with the college administration.

"I think I need to teach you a good lesson right here and now, Gertrude." said Miss Dobbins sternly, and led Gertie by the ear to a dry log nearby.

Gertie was afraid to argue with Miss Dobbins, and so within a couple of minutes she was lying across the teacher's lap, and her tightly jeans-clad bottom was being firmly spanked by the teacher's hand. Miss Dobbins had a really heavy hand, so even such a spanking was quite painful. But of course not as painful as a brushing she received from Miss Dobbins few days ago.

"Remember, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins spoke, emphasizing each word with a resounding slap, "Rules are there to be followed. You scared the birds and animals with your jalopy, damaged the road, and almost ran over Toto. Aren't you ashamed?" she maid a pause, giving the girl some time to answer, continuing spanking her.

"I am!" Gertie moaned quickly. "I am ashamed!" She was already hoping that she had gotten off easy, and would get off with spanking that was not so much painful as humiliating.

Suddenly Miss Dobbins stopped the spanking and pushed Gertie from her knees.

"It seems to me that you can't get through a scoundrel like you with just a hand spanking, and especially through your pants." she said, looking around, and plucked a dry but flexible branch from a bush. "Take off your jeans, Gertrude. Now we will start a serious talk!"

"Maybe that is not that necessary?" Gertie asked carefully.

"It is very necessary!" Miss Dobbins responded.

Blushing and sobbing with shame, Gertie slowly took off her boots and then her jeans. Miss Dobbins noticed with satisfaction that even after the spanking through the thick material, Gertie's buttocks were noticeably pink.

Right after Gertie dropped her pants and boots near her motorcycle, Miss Dobbins forced her to bend over, grabbing her knees. The teacher looked thoughtfully at the girl's plump bottom, tightly covered by camouflage panties.

"No. These also are going down!" she said before pulling Gertie's panties to her knees. Gertie sobbed. Miss Dobbins shook her head. "Try to remember, Gertrude - rules are meant to be followed!" the switch swished through the air and hit Gertie hard across her buttocks, causing her to yelp in pain. Miss Dobbins, without giving her much time to recover, began to whip her behind, which almost immediately caused Gertie to begin shifting from one foot to the other and even jumping up and down, howling and whining with pain. And her squeals and oohs were drowned out by the calm and stern voice of Miss Dobbins, repeating the same thing that she had already said to her while spanking her over her pants. But being underlined by a switch these words sounded much more convincing.

When the spanking was finally over, more than anything in the world Gertie wanted to dive into the lake to cool her sore bottom, striped by a switch, off even a little bit. She jumped around up and down, weeping in pain bitterly, rubbing her burning bottom, trying to make the terrible pain feel easy even a little bit. Finally, she managed to pull herself together and, under the stern and slightly mocking gaze of Miss Dobbins, with great difficulty pulled her panties and tight jeans over her red-striped buttocks. After a few more minutes of sobbing and rubbing her bottom, Gertie decided to get on the motorcycle, but Miss Dobbins' hand fell sternly on her shoulder.

"Do you want to get another spanking already, Gertrude? Just ask, and I'll be happy to oblige. Did you forgot, why you was punished?" the teacher asked sternly.

Crying with pain and shame, Gertie nodded to Miss Dobbins and, taking the handlebars of the motorcycle, dejectedly rolled it towards the exit of the park, not daring to turn around. And behind her back, Toto was barking furiously.

Treason doth never prosper

Miss Margaret Dobbins entered the classroom and gave the students a strict and a careful look. This was her first lesson with this group, and over the years of teaching she had learned that there is no second chance to make a first impression, so she wanted to immediately notice those who would need to be watched closely. And she immediately noticed a tall buxom blonde, who's leather waistcoat and denim mini-skirt were clearly standing out from other student's outfits. And that's not even mentioning her downright provocative hairstyle. Miss Dobbins frowned slightly and ran her eyes down the list of students before taking roll call.Having thus become acquainted with her students, she turned her gaze again to the potential rebel.

"Gertrude Mitchell, stand up!" she said strictly.

"Yes, Miss Dobbins?" Gertie obediently rose from her desk.

Miss Dobbins looked at her from head to toe in silence.

“After class, please come into my office,” she said meaningfully and allowed Gertie to sit at her desk. After that, Miss Dobbins once again looked around the room with a stern gaze, noticing how the students began to exchange cautious glances and whisper among themselves. She tapped the table with a ruler meaningfully and began the lecture.

After the lecture, Gertie, followed with the curious and mocking glances of her classmates, went to the head teacher’s office. Right after she walked in and closed the door behind her, Miss Dobbins rose from the table and looked at her again with a critical eye.

"Gertrude, would you care to explain to me what all this means?" she asked sternly.

"I have no idea, what do you mean." Gertie shrugged.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins said sternly. "Your appearance does not comply with the college dress code, and you know it. What is the matter? Do you wish to defy the college regulations?"

"And so what?" Gertie replied arrogantly "I'm dressed quite decently, and there's nothing in the rules about haircuts. Only about neatness. And I have not troubles with that."

"The college dress code requires students and faculty to wear formal style, Gertrude. Your style does not fit this requirement at all." Miss Dobbins shook her finger at the girl. "And since you decided to challenge the rules, you should also know that it contains a list of punishments for those who do not comply with it." Miss Dobbins put her chair in front of the table. "Since the rules leave the choice of punishment to the discretion of the teachers, I think you are deserving a good spanking, Gertrude."

Gertie unintentionally stepped back.

"A spanking?!" she instinctively covered her bottom with her hands.

"Yes, Gertrude," Miss Dobbins nodded, "a spanking. And you'd better not to argue and accept your punishment with dignity." she took the girl to the chair, sat down and put her across her knees. "For the first time I think this will be enough." at these words she took a large black oval hairbrush from the table. "Hold still!" Miss Dobbin's hand lay down on Gertie's shoulders, pushing her firmly against the teacher's knees. Gertie closed her eyes. With a loud clap the hairbrush heavily landed across her plump buttocks. Gertie screamed from the sharp pain, but immediately bit her tongue. She swore herself to take her punishment without any sound to prove to Miss Dobbins, that she has a right to have her own style. But Miss Dobbins surely was a professional, so it didn't take a long for Gertie to start not just moaning and even screaming in pain after each painful spank, but even squirming over teacher's lap and kicking. Soon the young rebel was struggling and kicking, bawling loudly and begging for mercy, but Miss Dobbins only pushed her tighter to her knees, continuing the punishment.

When Gertie was already pretty sure, that her poor bottom became a one big bruise, Miss Dobbins finally stopped the punishment. She put the hairbrush away and stroked the back of Gertie's head.

"I think, this is enough for you, Gertrude. For the first time." she said sternly but not cruel. "But keep in mind: if I ever see you again at my lecture or just in the corridor during class hours dressed like this, this punishment will feel like a light tickle in comparison. Now go. And you'd better to hurry - according to the rules, being late for classes also entails a spanking.

Gertie jumped up from the teacher's knees and started jumping in place, clutching her burning bottom. About a minute she was dancing this dance of pain in front of the teacher, bawling and weeping bitterly. Then she finally put herself together and left head teacher's office, rubbing her terrible sore bottom carefully.

"Treason doth never prosper, what’s the reason?" suddenly asked Miss Dobbins, stopping at the doorstep.

"For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason." replied Gertie, blushing.