Yes, she spanks Pinky in the hallway!

"You naughty naughty boy!" She spanked her son a few times as she walked him in front of the class into the hall.

"Oh, mom! What did I do?" Pinky whined, glancing at his seated classmates, all smiling knowingly at him as he hopped around his mom and swung his hips.

"Plenty, I'm told." She kept her grip on Pinky's arm by his shoulder and slapped his bottom into the hall.

"W-what? This isn't fair! Ow! Ow ow oww! Plea-ahha!"

"Don't move." She held both his shoulders, making him face away from his class, and he looked back sideways at them. Some looked to their best friends mischievously, either laughing into their hands or just grinning madly. He looked back at his mom picking up a stool then turning towards him.

"Ohh! No, please mommy! Don't spank me!" Pinky begged, humiliated at his ernest plea twofold. Everything else was bad enough, but that he clearly was embarrassed and still would beg such a way in fear of his mom slapping his butt, despite how degrading and pointless his appeal was, somehow quadrupled the innate embarrassment of his ass getting slapped in front of everyone.

She simply pushed past him and placed the backless chair in the middle of the hall. It had a rather tall seat and was viewable to a few kids in each of at least 4 classrooms.

Pinky was grabbed by the wrist and then flung over his mother's lap and spanked once sharply.

*SMACK*

"OW!" Pinky bucked. Kicking his legs in mid air twice each and flailing his arms up and down, then, just as he reached back to hold his ass, his mom spanked his other side and then spanked the first side again 3 times rapidly.

"OW! Ow-oh no! Mom! Ahhhwa! Pleease!"

..

She spanked him slower than she sometimes had when she was truly angry many years ago, but the spanking went on long enough to make up for the casual tempo. Every moment of his crying, gasping and shouting was like music to the scores of listeners who felt immense satisfaction at hearing Pinky- a classmate overwhelmingly considered a fair target- getting spanked like a little boy.

She had arrived less than ten minutes before his class was let out, and would give him at least a 10 or 15 minute long spanking before lifting him and marching him down the hall to her car where she'd drive him away to worry about the next day, but first she wanted him to see everyone see him get spanked. This was teaching her brat a lesson. And if he hated it so much, it must be working, so she kept spanking.