Hands, feet, thighs and ass.

"Very well then, with your parents permission, slap your hands and feet with a ruler. You're to come to my classroom immediately after your last class of the day."

"And her brother and sister will arrive after detention is over, please don't go easy on her, she must be taught a lesson." Her mother went on to instruct, "I rather you spank her at the start of her detention so my other kids won't interrupt her punishment.

"Sure thing."

Each minute was an entire hell. full of powerful, silent dread. Gina was so quiet, deapite her loud classmates and the loud anxiety in the blood coursing through Gina's head. Her inner world was silent, aside her gasping and the gossip she heard from classmates.

Some had seen her spanked, in varying states of undress and odd positions, and everyone could see she still cried from her earlier punishment. None really felt sorry for her, even those who might've been more compassionate. Everyone resented the snob, but enjoyed that she was making ammends.

Gina hated that she knew that she deserved what got and was going to get, that it was for everyone knew she was really only a naughty little girl and that her parents would slap her butt. She wished she had been better and wanted only for her day to end. She couldn't even distract herself with daydreams; Every moment was an anxious moment of soley drawn out, humiliating self reflection. Constantly, Gina wondered who was staring at her ass, who paid attention to her flinching while sitting with a spanked butt. During lunch and class and while shuffling quickly through the halls. Gina jolted around, grabbing her ass and crying. Hour after hour of petty rivals smugly glaring over Gina's pink, swollen eyes.

Class after class slowly, excruciatingly, passed as Gina looked forward to another spanking, as well as her palms and the soles of her feet getting smacked, all by her teacher who had never spanked any other student.

The final class neared the end and as she had all day, Gina stared at the clock, unable to look away. Second, by, second, the clock clicked on. And on. She was shaking in her seat while her classmates grinned mockingly and, despite expecting it and paying immense attention, she jumped in place when the bell rang. Other students and even the teacher laughed at her shocked impulse, while she sobbed into her hands and lumberingly got up from her seat, crying down the hall to where she saw her homeroom teacher waiting for her in front of a chair by the door, out in the hall.

*Oh god, is she going to punish me out here? No, oh no, please no! I'm sorry! Nooohhh!*