School's Out For The Summer |
On the last day of school, Danny, balancing precariously on a chair, stood on his toes to reach the large paper letters pinned to the wall above the blackboard. Every week day for one full semester he had read "Dreams Plus Work Equal Success" spelled out across the width of the blackboard. Now he took it down, one letter at a time. Miss Appleby sat at her desk, her body nearly touching Danny's as she cleaned out her desk. "At the beginning of each school year I tell myself that I am not going to accumulate anything." Honey Appleby explained to Danny. "I say I'm just going to keep what I need and toss out the rest. Yet, every year, I end up cleaning out my desk and wondering from where all this stuff came," she chided herself. "Are you a pack rat, Danny? Do you just hold on to everything?" Danny unpinned another letter before looking down at his teacher. Her thick, honey-colored hair fell across her shoulders, the wispy ends turning to hug her. From his vantage point, Danny could see right inside the V-neck cut of her dress to the soft swell of her breasts. He reached to unpin another letter while craning his neck to get a better view. "No," he responded absently while staring down his teacher's dress, "I'm not much of a collector of things." As he reached for another pin, Danny's body staggered on the chair. Miss Appleby dropped a stack of papers and wrapped her arms around her student's legs. "Ooooh! Be careful, Danny!" she admonished. "You almost fell. That would be a terrible way to end the school year, wouldn't it? Falling off a chair and breaking a leg or an arm. Imagine spending the summer in a hot, sticky cast." Grasping the top of the blackboard, looking down at his teacher's soft cleavage, Danny could only imagine spending the summer with his teacher's arms around his legs. He would not have cared how hot it was. It was hot in the room now and he did not want her to let go. "Are you okay?" Miss Appleby asked, looking up at Danny, who nodded. "Why don't you get down and work on something a little closer to the ground," she suggested. Danny took a quick peek down his teacher's dress before jumping off the chair. "Every part of this classroom holds a memory of the experiences we had this year," Miss Appleby said dreamily.. "Look, Danny. See that pointer in the corner?" Danny looked at the long stick leaning against the blackboard. He frowned when he nodded. "How could I forget?" he asked. Miss Appleby looked up at Danny and laughed, her blue eyes sparkling in merriment. She stood up, her short, sleeveless dress clinging damply to her skin in the hot room. She had taken off her shoes and now walked barefoot over to the pointer. She picked it up and turned around. She tapped the point of it on the floor. "Are you a troublemaker, Danny?" she asked with a giggle. Danny responded with a deep frown. Miss Appleby doubled over and laughed. "Don't you think that was a good trick I played on you for your birthday?" she asked, happy tears in her eyes. Danny continued to scowl. He bit his lip to keep from laughing but was finally undone by his teacher's joy. "No," he said, grinning broadly. "I hated that trick!" he chuckled. "That was mean. That friend of yours was mean. My whole birthday was ruined," he declared with a burst of laughter. "Uh! Danny!" Miss Appleby gasped. "Your entire birthday was ruined?" she asked, her hand over her heart. "Why, I seem to remember that your mother came into the class with cupcakes that she made especially for you. Your sister came in to wish you a happy birthday. Even Jordan's mother, Shania, paid you a visit. And, don't forget, I was here, too. The entire class sang "happy birthday" to you. Have you forgotten that?" "No," Danny admitted. "And I haven't forgotten that all of those people spanked me, too. And the whole class was yelling out things to spank me for and you were doing it," Danny reminded his teacher, his smile fading. Miss Appleby's eyes grew large. She put her fingertips to her lips. "Oops!" she exclaimed. "I did spank you, didn't I?" Danny nodded. Miss Appleby giggled again. "Well, what's a birthday without a spanking?" "Happy?" Danny asked. "Something to actually celebrate?" he suggested. "Oh, Danny!" Miss Appleby put down the pointer and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him in a snug embrace. "You're so funny. I'm really going to miss you next year." Danny hugged his teacher to him and fought back tears. Next year! he thought. And no Miss Appleby. He would visit her everyday, he decided. Every day after his last class, he would come here and they would talk about their day. They would ... Miss Appleby let go and took Danny's face into her soft hands. "You're my favorite daydreaming little boy." "Daydreaming?" Danny asked. "Yes. I believe I mentioned that to Kelly the first time I met her. It was at a parent-teacher conference. I think I told her that you were a very good student and quite well behaved, but that you tended to daydream now and again. I am fairly certain she spanked you for that. Right in front of me. Right on your little bare bottom. Yes, I am sure she did. Don't you remember?" she asked, her eyes dancing again. Danny blushed, feeling the heat throughout his body. He nodded. "I seem to remember that I spanked you for it, too, didn't I?" Miss Appleby asked. Danny looked around the classroom, searching for an answer. "Let me think," Miss Appleby said. "Oh, yes! I remember. You were supposed to be doing a science project on volcanos and I caught you looking out the window instead. Daydreaming. I spanked your round, white bottom for that, right here in this classroom. Don't you remember?" Danny nodded again, his face coloring to a deeper red. "And then there was the time you didn't complete your math homework," Miss Appleby mused. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Surely you remember that spanking. You were wearing panties. What a surprise that was!" Danny was certain that every drop of blood in his body had raced to his face. He grinned sheepishly, glancing at his teacher. "I had forgotten to do my laundry," he explained. "Kelly told me to wear some of her pan ..., uh, underwear. I asked for plain, white cotton, but she didn't have any of those." Miss Appleby nodded. "Quite a surprise," she repeated. "What else? Hmmm. Ah! Erasers! Do you remember? I asked you to clap erasers for me. You filled the classroom with chalkdust," she recalled. "Daydreaming again," she gently chided. "If I remember correctly, you were paying more attention to my bottom than to the job you were supposed to be doing. Isn't that right?" Danny sighed and nodded. If the temperature in this room was any indication, it was going to be a long, hot summer. The ceiling fans moved around and around in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, prentending to circulate the air, but he didn't feel any cooler. His t-shirt and jeans stuck to him. His face was burning. Miss Appleby stood just inches from him. He could feel the warmth of her body. He looked down at her bare feet, her little toes polished in a summer gold as bright as the sun. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "You're just so pretty," Danny managed to murmur, his dark eyes looking earnestly into his teacher's face. "I can't help looking at you." "Oh, Danny. You're so sweet!" Miss Appleby smiled at him and then kissed his cheek. "I'm really going to miss you." "I'll visit you every day," Danny promised. "Every day after class." "Well, in the meantime, before I send you off to enjoy your summer, maybe I ought to give you something to remember me by. What do you think?" "Yes! Okay!" Danny quickly agreed. He looked down at her toes again, at the tiny gold ring that adorned one of them. He pointed. "That would help me remember you." Miss Appleby smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of a spanking. One more for old time's sake," she suggested. "You're not wearing panties, are you?" she whispered in a gentle mock. Danny blushed again and shook his head. "I'd rather have that ring, though." "Well, if you can honestly tell me that you have not daydreamed at all during the time you've been with me today, I won't spank you and I'll give you my toe ring," she offered. "So, what's it going to be?" Danny stared into his teacher's bright blue eyes. Say no, he demanded of himself. Tell her you have not daydreamed at all today. Tell her, he insisted. "A spanking," Danny called out. "I knew it!" Miss Appleby exclaimed. "Come with me, my daydreaming boy." Miss Appleby took Danny's hand and led him to her chair. After she sat down, she reached over, quickly unsnapping and unzipping Danny's jeans. She pulled them down before turning her special naughty boy over her lap. She began with a light spank on each small, round, white cheek. Back and forth across Danny's bottom she continued her almost gentle assault. "Daydreaming, Danny. This is what happens when you don't pay attention," Miss Appleby scolded. "I've spanked you for this several times before, haven't I? Do you think your next teacher will let you get away with it?" "Noooo!" Danny answered. "I won't do it anymore." "Your next teacher will wonder if I let you get away with it. She'll wonder if I ever disciplined you for it. She'll think I didn't go a very good job of teaching you to pay attention," Miss Appleby said, spanking each pudgy cheek with a crisp smack. "I can't have her thinking that, can I?" she asked, punctuating her question with spanks. "I'll tell her you did teach me," Danny promised. "You will? But that would mean that she had to ask you about it. And if she had to ask, that would mean that you were daydreaming. And if you were daydreaming, I didn't teach you to pay attention. So, we're right back where we started, aren't we?" Miss Appleby asked, spanking down to the tops of Danny's thighs and back up his hot, pink chubs. "No! She won't know about it, because I won't daydream. I just did with you. Not with any other teacher," Danny confessed, his teacher's soft hand smacking one wiggling, jiggling cheek before traveling to the other. "Really?" Why me?" Miss Appleby asked, lightly stinging the chubby arch of Danny's bottom. Her hand happily struck the warm, pudgy flesh over and over. "Because ..., because, um, Ow! Oooh! Stop!" "No. I asked you a question, naughty boy," Miss Appleby scolded. "Answer me. Why me?" she demanded to know, biting Danny's bottom with sharp spanks. "Because you're so pretty!" Danny blurted. "I was dreaming about you!" he wailed before bursting into tears. "Oh, Sweet Danny!" Miss Appleby rested her hand on her student's tingling bottom. "What a delightful boy you are!" She glided her hand over Danny's stinging cheeks. "I've never had a student like you. I'm going to miss you so much!" She pulled up Danny's briefs. "Stand up, Danny," she gently demanded, helping her student off her lap. She pulled up his jeans, zipping and snapping them. She pulled him onto her lap and wrapped her arms around him. "You keep your promise, Danny," Miss Appleby ordered, "and pay attention in class." Danny nodded. "I will," he promised. "But I'm not going to forget you." "You won't?" Miss Appleby teased. "Even if your next teacher is prettier than I am?" "She couldn't be," Danny asserted. Miss Appleby laughed. "Well, I'd better not take any chances. I'll give you a reminder." "No! You already spanked me. I promise I'll pay attention. I will. Really." "Not that kind of a reminder. Something that will not fade over time. Something permanent." Miss Appleby reached down and took the small gold ring off her toe. She handed it to Danny and kissed his cheek. "Goodbye." Danny gave his teacher a quick, firm hug and dared to kiss her cheek, too. He stood up and ran out of the room, clutching the tiny gold treasure in his hand. He didn't say goodbye, and he would not. She'll be there next year, he thought, and he would see her every day. And they would talk after the other students had gone home. Just the two of them, he dreamed. Danny slipped the ring into his pocket. There would never be a goodbye. |