Emma
"Alright, Students! Pages 26 and 27 until tomorrow!" Emma called out to her class, a second before the school bell rang and earned a few groans. The students rumored and started to pack their books to get home.
Emmma settled down behind her desk and began to write notes of a few rather difficult kids. The class was excited to leave school for today and squeezed through the door. Emma sighed and waited for a certain kid to come by her desk. 
"Staffan!" A young shepherd rolled his eyes before he turned around and stepped towards her. He huffed and suppressed an annoyed 'What?' "Yes?" "Could you wait a little so I can have a word with you?" "... yes."

Emma locked the door. The 1,7 meter tall bunny turned on a heel and held the hands behind the back. She had an unusual White, light yellow coat and large, upright ears.
"Staffan..." She begann and walked pass him. The 10 year old boy felt alerted and his eyes followed her. "It's actually Sh-teh-fun. Steffan." He corrected her monotone.
"Zip it! You are annoying enough!" Emma snapped, which caught him by surprise. He just gasped at her sudden outburst "Wh-what! I-" "No!" The adult shouted loud. The empty classroom echoed back, giving her voice more power.
"You are always disturbing my lessons with your chatting, giggling and did you think I didn't notice how you throw all these paper planes??" 
"I DIDN'T THROW ANY-"
"SHUT UP!! Have your parents forgotten to teach you manners?!" The angry teacher shouted and pointed a finger to his face as she stepped closer.
The boy backed away and felt his next argument dropping back down the throat.
Steffan missed his turn, so the furious woman continued.
"I have seen you bullying girls and boys alike!"
"B-but I- They-"
"What do you want to tell me? That they deserved it!? For what?"
Steffan felt his lips quiver and looked down. Little tears welled up. "buh.. Donna..."
"Oh! I see!" She said loudly, and then bent down to be almost at his level, but still a bit higher. "Hm! Let me guess! Because her ears easily flap back!?"
He said nothing, but she was right. He always made fun of her and because he sat right behind Donna, he sometimes reached over and flipped them back.
"I'm Not going to ask you to stop. You will stop on your own! Come here!" She roughly grabbed him the arm and dragged him to his table.
"Owow! You're hurting me!" He protested and tried to pull his arm free in vain.
"Sit down! Show me how you reach over and flip Donna's ear!"
Steffan didn't need to sit down himself, Emma just pulled him down that he feared, she would rip his arm off.
He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
"NOW!"
He startled at her shout and bent forward, lifting from his seat and reached out to the next row.
That's when the teacher pinned his chest down on the desk with the left hand and whacked the flat, right hand on his bottom.
He yelped out a high-pitched scream and reached both arms behind to cover his butt.
"YOU WILL GET TEN FOR TODAY! But If you don't take your hands away, I CAN MAKE IT TWENTY!"
Steffan Whimpered and sniffled, trying to stop the crying and be more like a man.
"Hands away! Or do you need my help!?"
He slowly inched his hands away. Too slow for Emma.
She grunted and grabbed both wrists to cross them on his back. 
"TWENTY IT IS!"
"No!" He shouted in a miserable, broken voice.
She rearranged her hold and just held his wrists with one hand.
"ONE!"
*Whack*
"AAAh!"

"TWO!"
*Whack*
"AAAhaan.."

"THREE!"
*Whack*
"NGH!"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO MAN UP?"
The boy was in tears. Embarrassed. Hurt. Degraded. He just kept his eyes shut and tensed his butt up, waiting for the next slap.
"I want you to suffer. You are dirt! You! Make me sick! I don't want any of my students being bullied!"
Emma grabbed his shorts by the waist and yanked it in one move down.
"FOUR!!" Before he even noticed what happened, he felt her hand clap on the thin fur of his bare butt.
"AAAIEEE!! M-MOMMY!"

"SHUT UP! FIVE!"
*Twack!*
"AAGH!"

"SIX!"
*Twack!*
"UUUh! MOMMY!"

"I SAID SHUT UP! SEVEN!"
*Twack!*
"AAAHOOWW!!"
...

Steffan held his hands over his face. Teardrops flowed down between the digits and over the edge of his table. His breath was trembling as he kept crying and whimpering.
Emma held her hand on his red ass a few second to feel how hot it got. Even her hand was getting kind of sore.
"Next will be twenty, the last." she removed her hand and lounged out. "Now repeat after me: 'I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. I will never bully a classmate ever again."
"a.aaahm- I muh s-sowwee. Mrs. Sm.. Smith. I-" He breathed through and already expected her to hit him, because he paused.
But the bunny waited patiently.
"a-I whill neva buh-bully uh classmate evah... again."
"Good. Now say: 'I deserved this.' "
"ah... des.. erved thi-" *Twack!* "AAH!!"

Emma stepped back and looked down on the boy. She was very satisfied. She felt a tingling sensation and throbbing in her hand, but she knew she did something good.
"What did you learn today?" Steffan couldn't respond, he still bawled with one hand on the butt and the other covering his face.
Emma went around the table and crossed her arms in front of him, waiting for a few more seconds. "What did you learn?" She asked again.
"A-ah wont bully.." He whimpered out.
"Good. Now, I want you to stand up, pull your pants up and tell no one at home that you got this punishment." She put a hand under his chin to make him look her in the eyes. "Or I will have a talk with your parents about your behavior in school."
The boy whimpered in agreement. Emma turned away and unlocked the door. "Get out." Steffan was red in the face and still whipped tears away as he fixed his pants. "Yes, Mrs. Smith"
After she watched him walking down the hallway, she closed the classroom door again to attend to her paperwork. Just as she sat down, she saw a large black figure sitting on Steffan's chair. "Ah!" Emma shouted surprised. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
It was a black, female raven in a witch hat. Emma got nervous. Did this person see everything? Or even worse, filmed it?
"My name is Elizabeth. And you are in big trouble if he tells his parents anyway."
"So you did see everything?"
"Most of it. I enjoyed it." The raven leaned forward and reached a hand out through the wings around her. Her fingers dipped in the little puddle of tears on the desk. She brought them back to her beak and finally licked them off.
The bunny frowned: "Miss, I don't do it for pleasure, I do it because it's the only language those kids understand."
"Are you sure? Ooooh... But what if the parents would think you had a secret fetish, hm? You could not only lose your jobs, but end up in jail as well."
Emma failed at giving a calm sigh. "Look, what do you want?"
"Oh, don't worry, I won't tell, maybe. Unlike your student. But! What if I had a way to stop any kid from talking about what happens in this classroom?"
"Hah! Like what? Threaten them more?"
"Magic."
"Magic?"
"Yes. The students inside this classroom will learn, talk and be normal in every way. But, they won't remember anything about your punishments as soon as they leave."
"Yeah, right. I know magic is real, but this sounds nuts."
The raven stood up and slowly stepped over to the bunny. Emma got really nervous, but tried to maintain the angry look on her face. The raven held her hands together and slowly opened them to form a purple glowing ring' "Look, here is Steffan."
Emma looked inside and really saw the boy walking down the street. "Currently, he is not walking home. He heads to his father's office. Why, do you think, would he go to his dad and not home, huh? What could be so important that he wants to disturb his father's work?"
Emma's breath quickened as her eyes shifted around. "I-I can't- He- I just wanted- It was what he deserved! He picked on others! Teachers didn't do SHIT when I was..." She stopped when she looked up from her seated position and saw the wicked smile on Elizabeth.
Emma's eyes widen she had no other chance but to try what this sadistic raven had. Suddenly she felt very small and lowered her voice: "Wh-what do you want?"
"Oh, I'm not interested in money, but you and your body." First thoughts of prostitution came to Emma’s mind.
"I know you are single, Mrs. Smith. And you are looking for a cheaper apartment. What if I tell you, I had a room for you, where you live for free with free meals. You'll have very nice housemates and never be bothered by the authorities."
"Emma crossed her arms in discomfort. "This sounds an awful lot like prostitution. I'm sorry, but I rather go to jail than running around the street, whoring around."
"Ha ha ha.. No no, You don't need to search for guys to pay you so you can stay. Like I said: You live for free."
The teacher looked back down in the glowing ring. It looks like Steffan almost reached an office building. "Then what's the catch!?"
"...  ...  ...  Whenever you are home, and someone comes to you, You will do what the person wants. You can ask them to leave, but that person has the last word. You may take tips, but you must not charge them."
As Elizabeth spoke, Emma let out a long groan and put her face on her hands, while leaning forward and putting the elbows on her knees.
The raven held the glowing ring in one hand, while the other stroked over the bunny's neck. She often traced a line up and down below the hairline. She continued. "I will also take on a little change on your body. I have a very extraordinary establishment."
Emma heard a new female voice and her ears twitched towards the ring. "Oh, you are Karl's boy, aren't you?" "C-can I see him?" "Sure. Third floor, the green door on the right." "Thanks."
Elizabeth giggled. "Time's running out~ Remember: you can keep your job, you won't go to jail, you keep your salary and you can do in your classroom whatever you want."
The teacher peeked up through her sweaty fingers. Steffan just called an elevator. "Fine!" She shouted and rubbed over her face. "Yes! I do it! I'll work for your disgusting business! Just- Stop him!"
The raven handed her a feather, not one of her own, but a similar dark one. "Then sign here." She tapped on a very old piece of paper on the desk.
Emma's heart raced. She hesitated one more second, then grabbed the quill and leaned over the contract. She felt a sting in her fingers, short before she wrote down her name in red 'ink'.
"There! You better stand by the contract as well!" She looked over to the ring and saw the boy alone in the elevator, when the door opened and another, grayer raven stepped in and quickly wrapped her wings around him. There was a short, but interrupted scream as suddenly both disappeared in a black explosion.
Emma's eyelids lowered. She suddenly felt very dizzy and tired. The last words she could hear before she passed out were a laughing: "Don't worry, he's fine."
