Surrogate parent

You look up at Mr. Chandler, biting your lip with uncertainty, nervous about where this conversation is going, but feeling a growing excitement inside you. He smiles at you, then walks behind his desk and sits in his chair, looking at the ceiling for a moment as if thinking about something. After a moment he looks at you and beckons. You stand up and walk around the desk, standing in front of him, your hands in front of you, your fingers nervous.

"I don't know how your parents would deal with your behaviour Lisa, but I know how mine would have if I had done something similar when I was your age. I think I know just what to do," he smiles up at your worried face.

"Come here and bend over my lap," he says with a commanding tone. Your eyes go wide in surprise and you take a half step back.

"Sir?" you squeak.

"You heard me Lisa. Come here and bend over my lap. I'm going to give you the spanking you obviously deserve."

"Spank me? You can't mean that?" You try to put strength in your voice but all you manage is a frightened quaver.

"I certainly do mean it, Lisa. You need to be disciplined for your behaviour. I'm going to give you the punishment your parents aren't here to administer. Now do what you're told and bend over my lap."

You hesitate, staring at him, a blend of emotions running through you. Fear, and a growing excited need.