The spanking, of course!

Suspension? Lauren swallowed. Damn it, why did he have to speak to her other teachers? She had expected to get off lightly, but for her to miss out on the prom, and to have this affect college...shit, her parents would kill her! This was bad, really bad. Lauren couldn't help but slump slightly in her chair: her life as she knew it was over. Or was it?

Another solution? Anything had to be better than what had been laid on the table. Looking grateful for any sort of reprieve, Lauren couldn't help the faint increase in her heart beat as Mr Densen came towards her, book in hand. He was so incredibly big, he seemed to fill up her vision, so that nothing remained but his muscled self. Lauren tore her eyes from the bulge in his pants - surely she was imagining things! - to look at the book in front of her.

Lauren blinked. Was she looking at the right thing? But there was his finger, right there, pointing to the section on spanking. Heat flushed her cheeks as she read on...the student in need of punishment should be ordered to bend over the desk; the teacher should lower their garments and administer as many sharp smacks with either their hand or a rod as they deem necessary... Good lord, but that brought some interesting mental pictures. Already Lauren was imagining exposing her rear behind to Mr Densen, turning him on even as moisture was gathering in her nether lips, his bare hand creeping over the curve of her buttock, spanking sharply then soothing away the pain with a caress, his fingers ever nearing her core...

Shaking her head slightly to clear it, she flicked her eyes up at Mr Densen. "Are you serious?" She whispered, suddenly unsure whether she wanted it to be a joke or not, but his face remained unchanged as he nodded. She looked at the page again. It wouldn't be so bad, a few slaps and she would be on her way...or no prom, no college, no future. There was ****, really.

Lauren nodded slowly. "Ok sir, I think I will take this option." She chewed her lip, fighting the urge to smile as heat ran through her body again, this time certainly not from the lack of air conditioning. "What do you want me to do?"