REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 2/P. 1: I'm Just Not Good Enough

Shawn's POV:

So, today is the day! I get to finally have a job. Sure, it's not that glamorous, and I won't get paid that much, but my uncle Mike scored me a deal. He said that if I really pitch in and do my part, he would give me one of his old clunkers. I don't really care. At least it'll be a car of my very own. I'm super stoked! I just wish this day would be done already...Class absolutely sucks, especially when the teacher is also your legal guardian. Ugh. I can't get away with anything now. I think John has some kind of magical radar that can scout out everything I do. He's relentless.

"Hunter, head up please. This is a classroom, not your bedroom. What was the question I just asked?" Turner walked over to Shawn's desk and gave him a stern look. Shawn's eyes were glazed over. He barely processed the question. "Huh? Not sure? Then pay attention, or it's detention."

"Ha, that rhymed."

"Good job, Shawn! Who's the good boy?" John teased. Shawn wanted to hit him so hard for that, but he knew better than to retaliate during school hours. John regained his stern composure and walked back to the front of the class to continue his lecture. Sometimes John can be a real butt. He never knows when to quit harassing me. He's almost like an older brother, but I already have one of those, well, half of one, and he's annoying as h*ll.

"Alright class, time for a pop quiz." The class groaned. "Well, if you paid attention in class, this should be a piece of cake." He handed out the quizzes. "Okay, everyone. Be quiet, and eyes on your own paper."

"Hey, Cor?" Shawn whispered.

"Yes, my Shawn?" Cory replied.

"Can you make time go faster for me?"

"Why? What's the rush?"

"Today's my first day of work. I'm gonna get a car!"

Cory gasped with excitement. "That's-"

"BOYS. Eyes on your own papers. I won't ask again," John warned. Shawn gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. He began to play with his pencil, tapping it lightly on the desk.

Topanga swiveled around to glare at Shawn. Shawn sneered back. "Oh, like you're so perfect," Shawn griped.

"Shawn PATRICK Hunter, I suggest you quit it right now, or else," John warned.

"Or WHAT, John?" Shawn challenged. He despised the fact that John used his middle name in the middle of class. His dreaded middle name!

"Shawn, stand up and go to the corner. NOW. You can be there for the rest of class, since you obviously find me so boring."

Shawn spoke under his breath as he swaggered to the back of the class. "Ain't that the truth."

"Excuse me? Come again?"

Shawn growled in frustration. "You don't get me. You think you're so high and mighty."

John paused and stood perfectly still. His gaze pierced right through Shawn's skull. "Class. Turn your quizzes back in. We'll take them later. I'm sorry. I'll be right back." The air felt so heavy in the room. It was that tense. No one breathed. Cory shot a confused expression at Shawn and mouthed, "What the heck?" Shawn shrugged in response. In a scarily calm manner, John then placed his hand lightly on Shawn's back and guided him out of the room. He shut the door behind him.

Shawn stepped back. "Let go of me! You're being such a-"

"A what, Shawn?"

"Just give me room to breathe, dude. You used to never be like this. Why are you always on my case?"