Tuesday, July 25:

The term hasn't even begun and already I've had to cane a couple students for daring to laugh at me. It's going to be a long term.

See, it all started the morning I ran out of Diet Coke. That, of course, was Ted's fault, but when I pointed it out to him, he threatened me with another week of CR. Anyway, I wasn't coherent enough as I dressed and put on a pair of underwear. BIG mistake.

I was stumbling down the hall toward the faculty dining room when Ted passed by. He pulled me into an empty classroom and gave me the most wonderful good morning kiss. Of course, being Ted, his hands started to roam and he quickly figured out I'd worn panties. His hand rested on my ass and he pulled away from me a bit. Well, sure enough, I was awake then. I tried to explain, but he wouldn't have any of it.

Next thing I know, he's pulling me by the arm into the courtyard, muttering something about teaching me to listen to him and take him seriously. I tried to explain that it was just that I was too sleepy, that if he'd deliver my Diet Coke, it wouldn't happen. He stopped dead in his tracks, in the middle of the courtyard, sat on a bench and threw me over his knees. He proceeded to lift up my skirt, pull it off me, stuff it in my mouth, and then gave me a rather long spanking. Naturally, it lasted just long enough for a couple of the students to pass by and notice. Ted glared at them and they scurried off, but I knew I'd have trouble with them later.

Sure enough, I was checking the equipment in my classroom when they passed by later. Ted had made me stick the panties in the front pocket of my blouse. "Lovely little handkerchief you have there, Miss Gonzales. Is it silk?" Followed by lots of giggling, of course.

I suppose, in retrospect, that chasing them down the hall with a cane wasn't the best way to handle the situation.