Lisa's pov

My least favorite class freshman year is B.S.C.S, more commonly known as bull shit called science. I don't honestly know what the acronym actually stands for. I think it's biology and curriculum or something like that. In reality, it's not the class I dislike as much as it is the teacher, Mr. Richard Kemp. He goes by Dick to his colleagues. That in itself should tell you something about the man.

What man named Richard willingly calls himself Dick? The name is fitting, however. He's a real douche and a bit of a perv too. One day I wore a jean skirt to school, not even a really short one mind you, and I was sitting in class at my desk with my legs crossed at the knee taking notes as he lectured, when he whacked my thigh with a chalkboard pointer (think pool cue), hard enough to leave a small red welt. A completely unprovoked attack, I might add. The only other time I've seen him hit another student with that pointer was when he hit Lauren the day she wore a short skirt. Coincidence? You be the judge. I'm just glad Julie is in my class, otherwise no one would believe the stories I tell about this man.

Today I was late to his class again, third time this week and it's only Thursday.

"Lisa, why are you late?" Mr. Kemp asks, before I can slip past him.

"Just couldn't make it on time," I reply, garnering a laugh from Julie as she recognizes the movie quote.

"Do you find her tardiness amusing, Julie?" Mr. Kemp apparently feels the need to address her response.

"No, tardiness is not inherently comical, Mr. Kemp." Julie can't resist responding with sarcasm.

Mr. Kemp just shakes his head and sighs, "Let's get started with today's lesson."

Having this class last period makes it really difficult to stay awake, let alone pay attention during his boring ass lectures. Unfortunately, Mr. Kemp never misses an opportunity to call out students who aren't listening. Today, I just happened to be one of those students.

"Lisa!" he barks, snapping me out of my daydream. "I asked you a question and I'm waiting for your answer."

I have no idea what the question was.

"Do you mind repeating it?" I ask.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I DO mind repeating the question. You've already wasted enough of my time this class period with your tardiness and inattention."

"Mr. Kemp, if I'm here and you're here, doesn't that make it OUR time?" I retort, while sharing a smirk with Julie.

"Let's move on," Mr. Kemp says, glaring daggers at me.

"Okay then," I mumble, under my breath.

Mr. Kemp proceeds to drone on about photosynthesis and chlorophyll and before I know it, the room has emptied, save for the two of us. Shit, I must have dozed off, not an uncommon occurrence in this class. I check the time on the wall clock, oops, class ended eighteen minutes ago. I quickly gather my things and get up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow in detention, Lisa," Mr. Kemp states, without bothering to look up from the papers he's grading.

"Ugghhh," I moan, before exiting into the hallway. The next time I see Julie, I'm gonna kill her for not waking me up.

Shane's pov

I just got off the phone with Lisa's science teacher and I am not happy. Apparently, she's frequently late to class, inattentive during lectures, extremely disrespectful to her teacher and today she even had the gall to fall asleep during his class. That girl is in for a world of hurt when she gets home, which judging by my watch, should be any minute now. As I hear the late bus arrive, I decide I'll give her a few minutes to get settled before confronting her about her misbehavior. If I'm being honest with myself, I could use some time to calm down before dealing with her.

Hearing her teacher rattle off one misdeed after another really got my blood boiling. Even though he never directly verbalized it, he made it quite clear her lack of respect was most likely due to ineffective discipline at home. I cannot and will not allow her disrespectful attitude to reflect poorly on myself, Mike, Neil, the NJC or the Foundation.

After trying unsuccessfully to calm down for the past five minutes, I decide there's no point in waiting any longer. I knock twice and wait for a response before entering the girls' room. I see all four of them relaxing on their beds and chatting with each other about their day.

"Hi, girls. How was school today? Anything interesting occur that I should know about or you'd like to share?"

Lisa's pov

Shane's question is like playing Russian roulette, except you're blindfolded, none of the chambers are empty, and an expert marksman has the gun to your head. In other words, this is a very dangerous game and there is no possible scenario where you come out victorious. Mike and Shane only ask this question when they already know something. But what do they know and about whom do they know it?

If you confess to something they didn't know about, you're still going to be punished but if you don't confess to something they already know, you'll be punished more severely. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Unfortunately, there's very rarely a time this question is posed when only one of us has done something worthy of confession, so every time we have to roll the dice and hope it doesn't come up snake eyes.

Shane was also wise to confront us before we had enough time to spill today's tea. Stacey, Julie, and I exchange nervous glances, indicating any one of us could be on the chopping block. Carrie as usual is the only one amongst us with a clean conscience.

"Ladies, should I assume your collective silence indicates no wrongdoings on anyone's part?"

Oh shit, I forgot Shane's still expecting a response. He's standing rigidly with his arms crossed and a menacing look on his face.

Shane's pov

"Nothing interesting happened to me today, Shane," Carrie responds sweetly.

God save the Queen, I have one innocent charge in my care. The three remaining suspects, however, stay quiet, indicating to me that Julie and Stacey have most likely committed a spanking worthy infraction as well. That's something I'll have to revisit later, after chastising Lisa. I stare them down for another minute, allowing more time for the guilty party to come forward and confess but alas, my hopes are dashed as I'm met with sideways glances and deafening silence.

"Lisa, come with me please," I say sternly, walking towards the door. I shake my head and chuckle inwardly as I hear Stacey and Julie let out a collective sigh of relief.

Shane's room

Lisa's pov

Fuck me! Snake eyes it is. I crapped out I think, as I shamefully slink out following Shane to his room.

"Since the opportunity to lessen the severity of your punishment has expired, Lisa, I suggest you don't do or say anything to increase it. Am I clear?" Shane has his back to me as he absentmindedly shuffles some papers around on his desk.

Based on his tone, Shane's patience level is clearly nearing ground zero. I would be wise to cooperate fully at this point.

"Yes sir."

"I received a rather upsetting phone call from one of your teachers this afternoon. Care to venture a guess as to which teacher and the subject matter involved?" Shane unbuttons his suit coat as he sits behind his desk. He leans back in the chair and focuses his gaze on a painting to the right of the door.

"Ummmm, I don't know."

"Think hard." Shane has a menacing scowl on his face.

"Was it Mr. Kemp?" I ask timidly, knowing full well the answer is yes.

Shane turns and faces me. He has an extremely cold, unforgiving look in his eyes.

"You know very well it was. Now stop stalling and explain yourself." Shane slams his right palm harshly on his desk, making me wince as he rises and looms over me.

"He just doesn't like me. I don't know why. I don't..."

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING WITH THE 'HE DOESN'T LIKE ME' DEFENCE? Is that really how you're going to justify your disrespectful behavior? Tell me now, Lisa, because if that's the case, we can end this conversation and go straight to your punishment."

Wow, whatever Mr. Kemp told Shane really got under his skin. He is more p.o.'d than I thought. I can almost see the steam shooting out of Shane's ears, like he's an angry cartoon character. Only there's nothing funny about the situation I'm currently in. This really does not bode well for me.

"Is anything I say right now going to make a difference? You've clearly already made up your mind." I may have said that rather snottily and with a twinge of attitude.

"STOP FENCING WITH ME, LISA, AND ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY ALREADY!" Shane is clearly irritated that I continue to argue.

"CAN'T WE JUST GET THIS OVER WITH?" Did I seriously just yell at Shane right now and in essence ask him to punish me? What the Hell was I thinking, mouthing off when I don't have a leg to stand on? Seeing Shane's face turn an angry red shade makes me instantly regret my outburst.

"Do you honestly expect me to question the validity of your teacher's assessment of your behavior while you stand before me, disrespecting me at this very moment? Is that how you want to convince me that he's off base? Are you even listening to yourself right now, Lisa? Are you hearing how ridiculous your argument sounds?"

"Whatever, I knew you'd take his side," I say dismissively, just wanting to be done with this.

"What exactly gave you the impression that you're the victim here, Lisa? Where in the world is this righteous indignation coming from? Is it the fact you're consistently late to his class, or how about your constant truculence? Because I'm seeing a prime example of that behavior right now. Or could it be your lackluster grade performance, which your frequent inattention during lectures supports so well?"

"I pay attention in class," I say, trying to sound indignant but even I don't believe the words coming out of my mouth right now. I just don't want to give him the satisfaction of winning this argument without putting up a fight.

"YOU BLOODY FELL ASLEEP DURING CLASS TODAY FOR CHRISSAKE, LISA!"

Hmmm, that is damning evidence. I can tell Shane's had enough. He's done arguing now. He takes off his suit coat and folds it over his desk chair then he unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt and loosens his tie, all while shooting me an angry glare cold enough to literally give me goosebumps. I swallow hard watching him roll up his shirt sleeves before reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

All the color drains from my face as he seamlessly pulls his belt through the pant loops. He doubles it over, grabs me by the wrist and effortlessly bends me over his desk before delivering the first stroke. Shit, that burns. He brings the belt down hard across my backside again, his left hand putting pressure on my lower back, effectively holding me in place.

"I'm going to spare you the lecture, Lisa, as you know precisely why you're in this position receiving this punishment." He slaps the belt down in rapid succession, lighting a fire on my ass.

Thank god he's doing this over my jeans. I can't imagine how painful this would be with just the protection of my underwear or God forbid, with no protection on my bare bottom. I shudder just imagining that scenario. Shane jerks me back to reality, delivering three harsh strokes just below the waistline.

"If your behavior during our discussion is any indication of the disrespect you give your science teacher, he's certainly well within his rights to be concerned."

So much for skipping the lecture, eh Admiral.

As if Shane can read my mind he stripes my thighs with four harsh strokes.

"Owwww, I'm sorry, Shane, please stop," I cry out in pain. If I didn't have a death grip on the edge of the desk and if he wasn't holding me down, I'd be hopping up and down right now furiously trying to rub the sting out of my burning backside.

"Are you sorry, luv? Because I'm not convinced." Shane places his belt in his left hand, then smacks my backside firmly with the open palm of his right hand multiple times.

"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry." God he spanks hard.

"I don't want to hear from Mr. Kemp ever again that you've been disrespectful in his class. Is that clear?" Passing his belt back into his right hand, Shane punctuates the question with three wicked strokes, hitting precisely the same spot each time on my left buttock.

With tears in my eyes, I respond, "Yeah, I get it. Okay?"

Shane delivers the harshest stroke yet with the belt, literally causing my upper body to jerk completely off the desk.

"The correct response is yes sir," he says, whispering harshly in my ear as he leans over me. He's so close I can feel the stubble from his five o'clock shadow rub against my cheek.

"Yes sir. I'm sorry, Shane," I whisper in response, crying freely and praying my punishment is over. He stands upright and I let go of the breath I've been holding when I hear him buckle his belt.

"Stand and face me, Lisa."

I stand and face Shane, wiping the tears from my face.

"I certainly hope that punishment puts an end to your defiant attitude, Lisa, because if I have to reprimand you again for being disrespectful to Mr. Kemp or misbehaving in his class, you will learn first hand what it feels like to be spanked within an inch of your life..." Shane gently tilts my chin up, forcing me to make eye contact before continuing, "... and it will be with my Admiral's belt while you're bared. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," I say with sincerity, as I'm terrified just envisioning that scenario.

"Good, because I'm dead serious, Lisa. Do not test me on this," Shane warns sternly, pointing his finger at me.

"I won't, sir," I say between sniffles, as I rub my sore behind. I truly have no intention of ever putting myself in that position.

Shane wipes the still falling tears from my cheeks, then he pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head before smacking me one more time on the behind and saying, "Good, now go to your room."