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The following story is fiction about classroom discipline.  The story contains a scene of a spanking with MTF trans characters.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Trouble in Chef Class


I’m Ms. Cindy Chitwood and I teach at the Susan B. Anthony High School for Girls.  Like every school in the county, we use corporal punishment to restrain the misplaced exuberance of the students.  This is my third school assignment and the best by far.  In the first two I had troubles because some of the tough boys thought they could get away with murder because they thought that I was a mere (i.e., inferior) female.  They learnt differently when I whacked their sorry butts with the ‘Board of Education’ as hard as their deified coach did.  Occasionally being an MTF transgendered woman has it advantages having given me bigger muscles.

The girls, perhaps I should say, the young ladies are offered the best education to encourage them to go on and be leaders in the world.  But the school also offers some practical life skills as well.  That is my mission for my subjects include traditional domestic skills and the arts.

Of particular interest here is my cooking class for the juniors although there are a couple of seniors in it.  We don’t call it ‘cooking class’ which invokes the image of the stay at home housewife of the past but ‘Chef Skills’.  A good chef, even a female one, makes an excellent living and can become world famous.

My first two classes of the day – both art appreciation – went well and I headed for the Chef Class held in the Kitchen Lab.  I was wearing a conservative business-appropriate dress although underneath I had some quite risque undergarments.  Although the girls wear full aprons over their regular clothes, I wear a chef’s coat to convey the professional possibilities.  I have gotten myself a very snazzy one which is fun to wear.

I reviewed the food preparation and got the girls started.  I kept a watchful eye on trouble maker extraordinaire Ms. Priscilla Sullard.  Although she is an MTF trans, like me, she carries a disdain for anything related to kitchen work absorbed from her very sexist father as a young child.  It was good I was high alert for Sullard soon was up to her all too usual tricks.© YLeeCoyote

I called her to task twice but she persisted in being disruptive which prompted a final warning but she did not correct her behavior.  Unfortunately, it soon became time to act far more decisively.  I dragged her out of the work area selecting the biggest wooden spoon from the rack on the way.  Her squeals attracted the attention of the other girls who were watching closely.

While she had her hands on her head, I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.  It was convenient that these fasteners were in the rear.  Of course, the skirt immediately fell exposing her frilly pink panties with a rude word across the seat.  I immediately yanked them down to her ankles.  The class giggled.  “Lean over that desk, Sullard.  Stay until I tell you may get up.”  The other girls stared intently wondering what she looked like after the operation.  I don’t think they learnt much except about what a big wooden spoon wielded by an angry teacher can do to a naughty girl’s derriere.

Each hard blow of the spoon elicited a loud yelp from the naughty girl and left an angry large red oval.  These marks rapidly merged turning Sullard’s naughty bottom a bright red.  By the time I stopped after giving her ten hard whacks, she was crying and the girls were no longer giggling.

“Back to work, girls.” I told the class and then to Sullard “Pull up your panties and put on your skirt and then get back to work.”  The class continued peacefully.

I’m happy to say that spanking assured that Ms. Sullard behaved in a more appropriate manner for many weeks.

The End

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