Two months later.
The lady who bought the second apartment inherited by my parents invited me to her house warming. She is an old biddy, always dressed in dark colors, and stuck on Victorian fashion. On the purchase agreement she mentioned retired professor.
She invited everyone in the building, and just about everyone came. She offered a buffet of assorted canapes with a choice of apple or orange juices as well as beer. According to the photographs on a commode she is a widow and she has a daughter. The picture of her spouse shows a uniformed officer with a severe mustache. Her daughter is photographed wearing a PhD graduation gown.
I noticed an impressive collection of med school books. I explored it and didn't notice that everyone had left. Suddenly I froze. Next to the bookshelves in a tall and narrow vase I spotted a crook handle school cane. There was no doubt, it was exactly the same as the one on the cover of that Janus magazine.
She joined me, "You have been absorbed by the med school books..."
"I am a second year med school student..."
She had a quizzical smile, and I answered her silent question. "I am a year older than most second years. I had to retake my first year..."
"I was a math and science professor before being appointed as headmistress. I have helped my daughter through med school. She is now a surgeon and head of her department."
I raised an eyebrow for such an impressive achievement. I again gazed at that cane, wondering if it had encouraged her daughter...
I noticed that she caught my gazing. She surprised me as she offered, "I could help you..."
With my imagination running wild, I was almost inaudible as I whispered, "I do need help..."
"I'll prepare a test for you... Would tomorrow afternoon 2 PM be suitable ?"
I shyly nodded, and couldn't say more than, "Yes, thank you Ma'am..."
Next day at 2 PM on the dot I pressed her buzzer. I was wearing a navy pleated miniskirt. I remembered how she had looked down her nose at my tight jeans during her house warming.
She opened. I saw how she discreetly inspected me, and smiled. She lead the way to her second bedroom with her desk facing an old fashioned school set of attached table and chair. It was obviously an antic and the room felt as a miniature classroom.
I gave her my monthly report cards since September, and my course outlines with bibliography for the next trimester. She said that she would study it while I take the test she has prepared for me
"Fifty questions, ten for each subjects of math, physic, and chemistry, plus twenty for biology. You are to score 30 correct answers as I will always require a minimum average grade of 12/20..."
It was a tough test, as if I was retaking my first year's finals.
I gave her my work. I noticed on her desk that she had taken notes from having studied my documents and report cards. There was plenty of red ink...
She sternly told me to return to my desk while she corrects my test." I obeyed and was very anxious. I hoped that she wouldn't find me below her standard and refuse to help me. I carefully examined her classroom as I waited. Hanging from the bookcase next to her desk I saw a folded belt with the buckle removed and both ends taped together. I shivered, little did I know that it would soon be vigorously applied to my derriere...
She spoke. "9/20, below average, a failing grade, and obviously below my required 12/20 minimum average."
I had a sinking feeling...
"You are not beyond hope..."
I breathed a sigh of relief...
"If you want me to help, you are to be punished !"
"Huh!" I couldn't help being surprised, although I expected as much...
"Your neighbor across the courtyard got ten strokes of the belt on her bottom plus 2 on her thighs... Since you are older you will get 20 on your bare bottom plus 4 on your thighs..."
"You are to decide. If you want me to help you are to say out loud, 'Please punish me Ma'am."
It was the moment of truth, I had flunked the test she had given me. I remembered Natalie across the courtyard being punished for a poor grade. I felt that I also deserved to be punished. I took a deep breath and couldn't help stammering as I said, "Please... p... ...p... punish me... Ma'am..."
"Very well, knees on your seat, feet sticking out under the back rest, and bend over your desk..."
I saw her pick up that belt, and she stepped behind me. I felt my skirt being raised. I started blushing. She lowered my knickers. I blushed the more.
"Embarrassing isn't it ?"
I didn't answer and felt my ears prickling as I kept blushing.
"Skirt up and knickers down for a belting as a schoolgirl... Aren't you ashamed ?"
"Yes... M... M... Ma'am... I am so."
Since you are so loud, you should echo your young neighbor !"
She opened the window and I pleaded, "'Please... p... p... please don't."
"Now everyone knows that you are been punished..."
I must have blushed as red as a tomato when she raised her voice to say, "According to your report cards you have been slacking ! That belting is long over due !"
"OH! AH! ARGHHH!"
She again raised her voice for, "Form now on for every poor grades you will get a bare ass belting !"
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!"
She didn't spare me. I bawled even louder when she belted the back of my thighs...
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHH!
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHH!"
There was no doubt that everyone must have heard of my punishment...
Suddenly she stopped and I slumped on my desk rubbing my blazing bum and thighs.
When I had somewhat recovered she told me to step out of the desk. Then she pulled my skirt up till revealing my curls and belted the front of my thighs.
"OH! AH! ARGHHHHHHHHH!"
While I slowly eased my knickers over my scorched thighs and bum she gave me a prep for her next lesson....
To be continued...
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