Mrs. McConnal V

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Chapter Five: A Little Scamp

I still dreamed of Mrs. McConnal spanking me in every way a boy could be spanked, even of her taking me to the teachers' lounge for a trip to spank land. In my more passionate moments that seemed like the most exquisite of pleasure/tortures.

That spring she directed "Mame". I played Mame's nephew when he was a kid and when the character was older I played his son. Mame was played by an 18 year old senior who was an absolute knock out. I mean she was hot as hot can be.

And I made sure she would find me endearing, at least at first. I couldn't suppress my mischief for long. But as I had discovered with my hot teachers, once I had ensured that they found me endearing, a certain amount of wild rascality on my part just served to make me more endearing . . . to a point.

Sally Ann was her name. She was in my speech class so I knew her from the first of the year, but had been shy to talk to her much, she being so much older than me, though I could still imagine.

She told me, even when I was still being the perfect gentleman during rehearsals, "I know you're a little imp. And I know you're going to do plenty while we're working on this to make everybody want to spank your little bottom red as a beet."

"Me?" I acted shocked. "Why would anyone want to spank me?"

"You've never been spanked have you?" she asked, grinning.

I blushed. "Yeah, I've been spanked, long time ago." I lied.

"A long time ago?" she responded. "I heard Mrs. McConnal spanked you earlier this year."

Now I was really blushing. So Sally Ann was picturing me getting that real spanking, not an imaginary one over her knee, which I hoped she was thinking. But I was still staring at her, smiling goofily, thinking how beautiful she was.

She took my head in her hands and giggled, "Jeremy, you've never been spanked anything like you need to be spanked." I really didn't realize that at the time.

"What for?" I said, shocked.

"For being such a constant source of trouble, you little scamp!" Sally Ann laughed, her thick, silky, jet black hair bouncing a little as she spoke. And her cute little nose made me want to kiss her right there in front of everyone. "I should spank you right here and now for even asking such a question."

I gave her my dumbfounded look, still smiling, as if to tell her that I would pretend she was joking when I knew she wasn't.

"You think I'm joking, don't you?" She was accusing now.

"Yeah, of course you're joking." I replied without even thinking. What else could I say?

She was sitting in an auditorium chair and I was standing in front of her. As soon as I said that she reached around my waist with her left arm, pulled me to her, and then reached around behind me with her right arm and gave me 3 quick licks with her hand. They stung, but she wasn't trying to really hurt me, so she didn't hit me very hard. All in all I thought it was the perfect spanking, just enough sting to feel it.

I jumped away, grabbing my bottom, mouth open in amazement. I figured since she felt free to take a liberty with me, I could feel free to take a liberty with her.

As quickly as she had whacked my bottom I grabbed the back of her chair, leaned in and kissed her right on the lips. Then, before she had time to react, I ran off grinning, looking back to wave and say loud enough for everyone around us to hear, "See you later, Auntie Mame."

She was delighted. So was I. So were the girls watching, and Mrs. McConnal. The boys HATED it. Here was the most sought after girl in the senior class. All the boys in school drooled over her every day, and she rarely noticed most of them. And I had just kissed her on the lips, right in front of Mrs. McConnal and the whole cast of the play. Also, she had swatted me on my butt in front of all of them, which was the next best thing to swatting her on her butt. And by the end of school tomorrow the whole school would know about it. Every boy in that school would have loved to be me that moment. I didn't realize at the time that plenty of the girls in school would love to have been her at that moment, too.

Every boy wanted her, and who gets to kiss her right on the lips but the 12 year old brat. And she loved it!