The spanking law

Maths

Chelsea continued to follow mardy arse to maths. As they got there mr Salvatore shot her a quick look and then slung open the door to the maths room. If he had of done it any harder the door would of come off and slapped a kid straight through the wall. " come on don't stand there get in take a seat" said a new voice. " what's your name kid" she looked up to see a tall brown haired man, dark brown eyes and built well. " Chelsea sir, he smiled alrighty then take a seat next the val" Chelsea shot her head up in surprise not realising that she was in the same lesson as her childhood friend. She smirked and took a seat next to val..
" right in handing out sheets there are 20 questions which I expect to be complete in 10 minutes" the tutor said. Chelsea looked at val " what's his name " she felt someone stood behind her and turned to see the tutor. " Salvatore is the name "she looked at him for a few seconds " wait does that mean your related to Damon Salvatore sir" he gave her a light smile and replied with a nod. He handed her a sheet and walked back to the front of the classroom. " 10 Minutes no less and no more , go !"

Chelsea began answering the questions but got distracted when val decided she wanted to spark a conversation." Why are you here I thought you was doing well in your new home chels" Chelsea looked down signed and looked to meet vals eyes in a sarcastic manor " just an arsehole ain't I " val burst out laughing knowing that she had her best mate back.  Mr Salvatore didn't take to lightly to the laughing. He shot a stern glare to the girls " something funny" he questioned. Both the girls shivered at his tone and shook their heads. " good, work now " they continued the work.

Time passed and the lesson was finished Chelsea took out her timetable to have a look at what she had after break. " drama ugh imagine how boring it is" val laughed at her reacting " actually you'd be surprised at how funny it actually is everyone messes about and the teacher always ends up losing his shit it's great" Chelsea shot her a devious smile " I guess my facilities are needed then" she said.

Val showed Chelsea to the dinner hall, they both grabbed buttered toast and took a seat." Chels you still smoke " Chelsea looked at val " I do but I don't.. what to you mean ? " val asked. " what I mean is I still smoke but I'm at in the fuckin looney tunes program is what I mean" val laughed at her response " come on" Chelsea looked up " where we go'in" val shot her a smile " wait and see, come on get up! " she got up and followed val to the outside area. " put your hand underneath that table and feel what's stuck to the side of it" Chelsea smiled and did so and stopped and smirked when she felt heaven touch her fingers. " val I fuckin love you" she said as she pulled the cigarettes and lighters from the table. " now come on let's go have a cheeky ciggy behind the P.E container" val said. They grabbed their bags and ran to the container. Lighting a cigarette after a month without having one was like heaven. Little did they know someone was stood watching their every move....

" tut tut tut well first day and already showing me how much of a trouble maker you are" non other than mr Damon Salvatore said sternly. Chelsea froze as val stood to take the blame " it's mine sir and I made Chelsea smoke" she said looking down. " I don't care who's it is your smoking in school in school hours, I'll let your tutor know your on your way val, GO!" He shouted. Val scurried towards the entrance and wasn't in sight. " get up" Damon said. Chelsea got up shaking visibly and walked towards Damon. Without any thought as to who was watching or listening he popped her 5 harsh smacks to her behind. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Chelsea cringed and felt the burning begin to take its place. " sorry " she said looking down. " you should be, I mean really first day what the hell were you thinking" he said back sternly. " go to my office I'll be there in 10 minutes" Chelsea shot him a look of concern. " nothing you can't handle clearly go before I make you go" he said giving her a furious look.

At that she picked up her bag and basically ran to his office. Damon signed and picked up the cigs and lighter and headed to his office. * she looks to sweet and innocent I don't understand* he thought to himself standing outside of his own office. * pull your self together damon* at that he opened the door and plastered a demon face on which made him feel more guilty as he was met with a tearful eyed Chelsea. He signed realising she really is a little shit but she is innocent at the same time.

He took a seat at his desk, folded his arms and stared at her. Chelsea Wanted to break the silence but was beaten to it. " why" was all she heard. One word with a million possible answers. " don't know sir guess I just wanted a cig" Chelsea said getting a little frustrated that he was making such a big deal out of it. " not a brilliant answer, watch the attitude I'm not giving you it, remember when I said that I'm actually nice just don't push your limits, this is exactly what I meant" he replied with a softer tone. Chelsea realising that he just wanted a straight answer and was genially being nice raised her head to look at him, he looked concerned. " you realise I'm going to have to ring Elijah which may result in him coming here to punish you instead of me" she shook her head fast " no no no you can't he will kill me! " she said frantic. " please don't" she looked at him scared. He placed a smile on his face " wow he really made a good first impression on you didn't he" Chelsea smiled a little " he is kind of scary you can't lie. Still with a smile " between me and you little one I agree" Damon said with a hint of joke.

He stood, walked around his desk and sat leaning on the front of it still with his arms crossed. " okay" he trailed off. Chelsea looked at him " okay what" she questioned. " I mean okay I'll do it and won't tell Elijah, I won't go easy so don't think I'm going too" Chelsea made a visuals cringe. " thank you I guess" she said shifting her feet uncontrollably. "okay then, how do you want to do it, over my knee or over the desk?" Chelsea knew that if she went over the desk she wouldn't be able to control her hands flying back to stop the torture, she knew that would likely annoy Damon. As a wise choice " knee " she said quietly.

He took a firm grip of her upper arm and walked her to his chair, he placed her over his knee and began raining down the smacks. Each smack felt like a Million blisters on top of more blisters. * fuck fuck fuck* she thought to her self * he's strong this hurts omg*

" I don't even want to see you with a cigarette in your mouth again is that understood " he said slapping her sit spots. " yes! Yes I understand " she said fast in agreement. " please stop iv leant my lesson, I won't do it again" she pleaded gripping his leg. She started to cry which is something she hated. It was a sign of weakness. He carried on making hells fire on her arse. She thought it was never going to stop when she felt him picking her up. He placed her on his legs with her bum in between them and wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug putting her hands around his neck and nuzzling her head into his neck. He rubbed her back " you did well" he said softly. " nothing much I could of done" she replied in between sobs. " he chuckled abit still rubbing her back.

" your late for drama" he said after a while. " not my fault that's yours sir"  she said lifting her head to meet his eyes. She got a smile in return. " come on I'll take you, I'll say you was unwell and with me I don't want you getting a bad rep on your first day" he picked her up and placed her on her feet , grabbed her bag for her and started walking to the door. He stopped when he realised Chelsea had froze on the spot. He raised a brow in confusion " what's the matter" she gave him a *really?* look. " It kinda stings sir " she said while squirming on the spot. " that's kind of the point,come on" he said smiling " let's get you to drama."

He held the door for her and and she followed. Still getting used to the school she looked around gazing at her day to day basic life for the next 3 years. The joys of being a child is coming to a shitty school. She couldn't lie it was only her first day but she felt welcomed. Although she was in the care of the strictest tutor at the school she felt a soft spot for him, maybe they could get along.