I based this story on an actual incident at school --I
was the boy in the story, but I didn't get any
punishment from the teacher. This is how it should
have been  -  perhaps


SSC	Accidents Happen	School

I really was very sorry.

It was geography.  I should have known better.  It was
Miss Morton's class.

I told Miss Morton that it had been an accident.  Yes,
I did have the elastic band pulled back, and yes there
was a piece of gum loaded in, but I was not aiming it.
 My finger slipped, and it went off.

It hit the wall just above Miss Morton's head.

'Who did this' she shouted.

Several eyes looked at me.  What a give away.

'Taylor.  Stand up' she ordered.

I stood up.  I was nervous. Miss Morton was a dragon
who believed in strict discipline, with the punishment
well exceeding the crime.  

She walked between the desks over to me, and stood in
front of me.  The elastic band was still in my hand. 
I had no defence.

'An accident was it young man.  Well, you and I had
better discuss accidents after class.'

I bet we will you old cow, I thought.

Hers was the last class of the day.  The others left,
a few telling me I was going to get it, but most a bit
more sympathetic.

Then we were alone.  The door closed.  

'What kind of accident?' she asked.

'Just an accident Miss' I said.

Miss Morton sat on her stool. 

'Come here young man.  We need to discuss just how
this accident happened.'

I walked over to her.  She took the cane from the top
draw.

'Hold out your hand.'

I did so.  She raised the cane.  SWISH. SWISH. It
hurt, but I was determined not to cry.

'Now the other hand.'

Two more. I still held back a cry. 

'Was the accident like that?'

'No Miss.' My eyes watered.

'Do you understand what could have happened?'

I shook my head.

'I will explain.  But you need to focus.  Take down
your trousers, and pants, and bend across my knee.'

When I was over her knee, she rubbed my bare bottom.

'Tell me if any of these are an accident.'  She then
spanked me, very hard.  There must have been over
thirty spanks.  I cried.  That pleased her.  She knew
by that she was making an impression.  

'Now, what would have happened if that gum had hit me?
 What then? Any problem do you think?'

She was right. 'Well, I see Miss, I suppose so Miss, I
didn't think Miss, sorry Miss.'

'Exactly, so, do you understand?'

'Yes Miss.'

'Good. Stand up, and bend over the stool. Three
strokes for that.'

I bent over, dreading what was to come.

'Tell me, what if it had gone in my eye.  Any worse?'

I had no choice but to agree again. 'Yes Miss.' I was
now sobbing.

'Let's say four times worse.  That's twelve strokes.
And think yourself lucky.'

I groaned. Of course she was right.  I could have hurt
her badly.  I did deserve this. I really was very
sorry, and now I understood. So, maybe she's not such
an old cow after all.

SWISH.