...And much to my surprise, the girl's mother did materialize after all. It was a strange situation. Things were very different in those days. "The girl" in truth was a girl no longer. She was nineteen years-old, nearly twenty, and she would be considered an adult by today's standards. Yes, it's true that in general people matured faster in those days but at our secluded academy, it was very much the opposite. This was a different class and I felt very much an interloper at times in their world. I didn't think I held the authority to expel anyone. Mary's behavior was appalling and unbecoming of a lady. I'll spare you the details but she had become a ruthless bully. No one seemed to hold her accountable. I suggested punishment but was met with resistance from my superiors. Finally, I tried contacting her mother out of some kind of misguided desperation. Truthfully, if you asked me now what I thought calling the girl's mother would accomplish, I have to tell you that I don't know. I would have never imagined a spanking! In my office! Right in front of me! And yet, after sending word and not hearing back for months, a stern blonde woman, fierce and striking, materialized in my office much like an icy apparition from another world. Mary, a shrinking violet by her side, initially blanched at her presence but very quickly blushed a feverish red as her mother and I discussed her various misdeeds. At no point did I imagine what was to come. I knew my options were limited to begin with but once Mary's mother appeared, I must confess that I was too intimidated to pursue expelling Mary from the academy. Once she produced that menacing hairbrush from her purse, I felt vindicated in my cowardice. She WAS an imposing woman. She also had ideas. She suggested a punishment for Mary in order to wipe the slate clean. She was embarrassed by her daughter's behavior but she still believed Mary could have a bright future. I told her I concurred. In truth, she probably could have gotten me to agree with anything. However, when Mary's mother suggested corporal punishment, I confessed that my hands were tied. The cane had been abolished at the academy and if I spanked Mary myself, I would certainly lose my job. It's not as if I hadn't already come to the conclusion that what Mary needed was a hot red bottom. I just knew that it was an impossibility. Or so I thought. "Well what if I handle it myself," she wanted to know. Mary, sitting between us, audibly whimpered in her seat. I had already noticed one of her knees refused to stop shaking. "I'm sorry?" I asked, already understanding but needing to know for sure. "I will give Mary a proper spanking here and now and then you will allow her back in class and allow her to make up any work she has missed." I kept a stone face. I knew of course that I would agree to the woman's terms but she had actually caught me off guard. I hadn't really planned on allowing the brat to make up the missed work. I figured she'd have to bust her ass to catch up for the rest of the semester. Was I being conned? Was this going to be some little hanky panky punishment and Mary was going to essentially get off scot-free? One look over at Mary told me everything I needed to know. There's no way she was that good of an actress. "Fine," I said. "But it has to be a real spanking." She reached into her purse and retrieved a wooden hairbrush, one that brought back some painful memories of my own and made me clench my own cheeks. That was good enough for me. "Mommy no!" Mary begged as a chair was moved to the center of the room. "Mommy please!" Mary pleaded as she was summoned to stand before her mother. A young woman of her age being spanked back then was not so strange, especially if the young woman was unmarried. I would never admit it to Mary, but I had been spanked quite shamefully by my father at an age that even exceeded hers. But it was strange for it to happen so publicly, with a witness, and I know I was blushing almost as badly as Mary - at least until her mother reached up under her skirt and lowered her panties...
