The young teacher stood before the two boys, his face severe.
"Michael, Tim. You two know why you were told to come here today. You're both good kids, but you disrupted my class on Friday, and I can't have that. I'm afraid to let you off too easily, even though you've been good all year so far. If I don't make you remember this, you might be tempted to misbehave again. So, I want you to step into my private office. Now."
Michael and Tim shot scared looks at each other but walked to the back of the room, following their handsome young teacher. Both were 18, good students, but they'd gotten caught being silly while Mr. Newman was out of the room, and he'd told them to come back to his classroom at the middle school on Saturday afternoon at 2:00.
They knew they were in for it when they walked into the room and found the shades drawn; they'd both heard that Mr. Newman was a firm believer in corporal punishment. And even though they'd talked about it together in anxious tones as they rode their bikes to the school, neither knew that the other was looking forward to this punishment with an powerful mix of fear...and desire . Once they were in the small office, Mr. Newman closed the door. He stood glaring at them for a moment, then spoke softly. "Michael, stand in front of my desk."
Michael walked forward and stood with his back to the teacher and to his best friend.
"Michael, Tim. You two know why you were told to come here today. You're both good kids, but you disrupted my class on Friday, and I can't have that. I'm afraid to let you off too easily, even though you've been good all year so far. If I don't make you remember this, you might be tempted to misbehave again. So, I want you to step into my private office. Now."
Michael and Tim shot scared looks at each other but walked to the back of the room, following their handsome young teacher. Both were 18, good students, but they'd gotten caught being silly while Mr. Newman was out of the room, and he'd told them to come back to his classroom at the middle school on Saturday afternoon at 2:00.
They knew they were in for it when they walked into the room and found the shades drawn; they'd both heard that Mr. Newman was a firm believer in corporal punishment. And even though they'd talked about it together in anxious tones as they rode their bikes to the school, neither knew that the other was looking forward to this punishment with an powerful mix of fear...and desire . Once they were in the small office, Mr. Newman closed the door. He stood glaring at them for a moment, then spoke softly. "Michael, stand in front of my desk."
Michael walked forward and stood with his back to the teacher and to his best friend.