After a moment, two more girls slowly stood up.
One of them I recognized.
Angie O'Niel.
She was a nice girl. Short and thin, with curly hair that she had tried to tie tightly, though a few strands had escaped and still looked a bit disheveled. Even so, she looked quite pretty. She had a small round face and soft, well-shaped lips.
The reason I remembered her name wasn't just because of how she looked.
It was because she was repeating the year with us. All of us in our class were 18 years old. She was the oldest 19 year old.
She had failed the previous year and had to take the class again. Clearly, studying wasn't exactly her strong point.
"Angie O'Niel," Miss Steven said.
From her tone alone, I knew what was coming.
A long lecture.
So I tried to tune her out. Still, it was impossible not to catch the general idea. She warned Angie that if she kept this up, she would fail the year again. Then she turned the warning toward the other girls, telling them they would end up the same way if they kept neglecting their work.
Poor Angie just stood there with her head down.
After a few minutes, the lecture finally ended.
I already knew what was coming next.
"Now," Miss Steven said, laying back in her hair, "what should your punishment be?"
Right on cue.
The four girls stood there silently.
"What do you girls think about getting slapped on the face?" she continued.
The girls immediately looked up at her, their expressions turning pleading.
"By one of the boys," she added calmly.
That made things even worse.
The girls glanced toward the boys in the class. None of us met their eyes, and none of us met Miss Steven's either. Nobody really wanted to hit anyone.
One of the girls who had stood earlier spoke up quickly.
"Ma'am, we'll do the homework. We won't miss it again. Please forgive us this time."
I vaguely remembered this girl too. I kept blinking, trying to pull her name from my memory, but it just wouldn't come. As far as I could remember, she usually didn't get into this kind of trouble.
She had a round, slightly chubby face, big eyes, and full lips. Brown skin, black hair braided tightly. Her face wasn't exactly stunning or anything, but her body… yeah, that was harder to ignore. She was pretty curvy, with a big chest and wide hips that stood out more than anything else about her.
"We can't do that, can we?" she said, looking around at the rest of the students. "If you've been indolent, you need to be punished."
She spoke as if the whole class agreed with her. We didn't.
"But maybe we can make a small change," Miss Stevens continued. "Instead of being slapped on your faces, where would you prefer to be slapped? Any ideas?"
*Man, what a bitch. Just get it over with already I* thought, watching her drag this out while the girls stood there.
"They can get slapped on the ass," Brad said suddenly, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.
When I heard him, I figured he'd just volunteered to get slapped too—probably by all the girls.
But I was wrong.
"That's a good idea, Brad," Miss Stevens said with a smile. "What do you think, girls?" She looked at the four girls who were supposed to be punished.
Watching the whole thing unfold, I honestly couldn't believe it was real. It felt like I had somehow wandered into a cheap porn scene instead of a classroom.
"Let's make it fair," Miss Stevens went on. "The girls who stood up first—Ria," she said, glancing at the curvy girl, "and Tilly, they will only be slapped… or spanked… five times."
She paused before continuing.
"The girls who stood up after the warning—Rachel will get ten. And Angie…"
She smiled slightly.
"…twenty."
Angie immediately looked at Miss Stevens, clearly about to protest and ask why. But before she could say anything, the other girls had already agreed to the teacher's terms.
"Now, which one of you boys will volunteer?" Miss Steven asked.
None of the boys moved.
I actually wanted to volunteer, but I didn't want to look too eager.
"If nobody volunteers," she continued, "I will choose one of you myself."
*Now.*
I raised my hand.
Miss Steven looked at me, slightly surprised.
"You?"
Not many students agreed to punish their fellow classmates, so my volunteering clearly caught her off guard. Judging by the looks around the room, it surprised everyone else too.
"You… you?" she said, trying to remember. " I forgot your name."
"Marzi," I said, standing up. "Joe Marzi."
For a moment I felt like James Bond.
"Alright, Joe. Start with Tilly," Miss Steven said, since Tilly was the closest one to me.
I stood up and walked toward her.
Tilly was tall and thin. She slouched slightly, probably so she wouldn't look quite as tall as she actually was. Her face was long and angular, and her dark brown skin matched the shade of her full lips. Her straight black hair was tied back neatly in a ponytail.
She stood there stiffly, clearly unhappy about what was about to happen.
She hesitantly walked out from her desk.
"Don't forget to lift your skirts," Miss Stevens said, watching them carefully.
Hearing Miss Stevens, Tilly started lifting her skirt again, this time without hesitation. It revealed her dark brown, smooth thighs, thicker than I had expected. She wore tight, dark maroon panties that hugged her buttocks closely, outlining their shape. Her buttcheeks were small but very round. They made a small heart shape as she bent down.
If someone dared to look from below, they might even see the faint outline of a cameltoe.
If the previous panty flash hadn't convinced me, this one definitely did. This really was a different world.
I stepped forward and raised my hand.
Inside, my heart was racing with excitement, but I made sure none of it showed on my face.
Tilly looked at me, her expression tense but steady.
I gave her a small nod, silently asking if she was ready.
She nodded back.