Forever His Student

One

"I'm not sorry, so I'm not going to say it. You're gonna beat my ass anyway, why's it matter?" Lila glared at her teacher, turning to face him in the hallway. "If I want to talk in class, I will. Freedom of speech."

Pink and black hair, combat boots with her school uniform, and dark eyeliner, Lila crossed her arms.

"Watch your language, young lady. And watch your tone. Hands against the wall." Mister Owens flipped up her skirt and brought the paddle down on her bottom.

Lila winced, willing herself not to yell or cry. She jerked forward with the second swat, involuntarily, then gasped with the third. Her bottom stinging, she was walked back to class. She sat down like nothing happened, glared defiantly at her teacher, and began talking.

"Miss Alister, come with me." Mister Owens glared back.

Lila stomped out to the hallway with him and put her hands against the wall.

"I can go all day." She winked.

"We're not doing this here. Follow me to my office."

Lila followed him down the hall to a small room with a desk and a two chairs.

"Bend over the desk."

Her skirt was flipped up once again.

It was a bit harder to resist crying now, but on the fifth swat she hadn't made a sound. On the sixth, her eyes were squeezed shut. On the seventh, she yelped. On the eighth, tears spilled over.

"This can't go on forever!" She cried.

"It isn't, Lila, it may feel like it. Be still."

"OW!" The tenth swat reigned down on her bottom.

"You will not interrupt my class and you will not be disrespectful to me, do you understand?"

"Mmhmm." Lila managed through her tears.

"That's yes sir, Lila."

"Y-yes sir." She sobbed, both hands rubbing her bottom.

"Collect yourself, and come back to class alright?"

"Yes sir."

"I trust you can find your way back, and won't skip, because if you don't you won't be able to sit in fourth period."

I won't anyways, Lila thought, but only nodded.

"Lila Alister, is that you?"

"Mister Owens! It is me." Lila beamed. Her hair was it's natural brunette, her face in a natural makeup, and she was wearing a skirt and button up blouse. "Didn't think you'd recognize me."

"I'd never forget your face. And it's Stephen now, since you're teaching here."

"Alright. Stephen. It's nice to see you."

"Is it? I figured you hated me." Stephen leaned against his desk.

Lila laughed softly. "I did, when I was sixteen and you were blistering my ass, but... someone had to teach me not to be such a brat. And I learn things the hard way sometimes, so, I don't hate you now."

"Well, I'm glad you don't hate me Lila."

"I should probably get going, my class is about to start."

"Of course, you can't be late your first day."

"If I was, I suppose I'd take a trip over your desk." Lila joked, stepping closer to Stephen.

"Right. I still have the same paddle, you know." Stephen smiled.

"Really? I'm sure it could still teach me a lesson."

"I'm sure. It's nice to see you. Swing by for lunch, okay?" Stephen touched her arm, sending chills throughout her body.

"I will."