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Gone Ten Years Ch. 01

By: Joseki Ko



Sally Mae Johnson or Sally Struthers as we know her had waited with great anticipation for her Jonestown High School reunion. Despite her parents’ reluctance, she’d gone to college about as far away from her hometown as a country girl could get. Of course, that didn’t confine her parents to Jonestown.

When Sally Mae moved, her parents moved with her. They’d been strict disciplinarians throughout her adolescence. As she escaped her teen years, it became painfully evident that she would not escape the watchful eyes of her father and mother. They wanted to be around for her college experience.

Because Jonestown was a small town, there were no real jobs to be had. Sally Mae had earned a degree in Advertising and accepted a position at one of the well-known firms in her college town. Before Going on to Acting. She hadn’t seen any of her former classmates in the ten years since graduation – mostly because she hadn’t been back in Jonestown, until now. The reunion gave her the perfect excuse to take a few days off and visit her old stomping grounds.

What made the whole reunion even better was the fact that it was being held in the high school gymnasium. There weren’t many other places in Jonestown to have a reunion or even a big business meeting, for that matter. Sally Mae wore her favorite dress to the reunion. She spent most of the evening chatting with people she hadn’t seen in years. A few of her former teachers showed up to celebrate with the revelers. As the party continued, Sally Mae got anxious.

It was a little past 11:00 PM and most of her fellow-graduates had abandoned the gym and gone to one of the local bars. The remaining few were helping to clean up the party favors, while listening to an old Eric Clapton album over the public address system. Growing more restless, Sally Mae decided to take a look at a few of her old classrooms. The security lights were barely illuminating the hallways.

She stopped in front of her old English classroom and peeked into the window. The walls had been repainted and the carpet was a different color, but the desks and the chalkboards were the same.

“Miss Johnson?”

Startled, Sally Mae shrieked instantly then whirled around to peer into the face of her intruder. At that moment, she caught the piercing eyes of Mr. Hugh Robertson, her old high school English teacher.

He hadn’t changed much in ten years – tall, somewhat intimidating, but extremely handsome and always very poised. Nothing ever seemed to rattle him. Most of her classmates had feared Mr. Robertson, but not Sally Mae. She’d had a crush on him for most of her high school career, but the fact that he was 15 years older than she was always got in the way.

“Mr. Robertson?” she blustered, trying to catch her breath. “You scared me to death!”

“I’m sorry,” he smiled “and please call me Hugh.”

A few moments of silence passed between them.

“So, what brings you to your old English classroom?” he asked.

“I thought I’d take a walk through the old hallway . . .” 

Sally Mae’s breathing was now back to normal, but she still felt a bit uneasy. 

“Things haven’t really changed all that much around here,” she sighed.

“Some things HAVE changed,” he smiled again. “This isn’t my classroom any more.”

“You mean you’re not teaching English? But you were the best English teacher I ever had in high school and college!”

“No, I’m not teaching English.”

“Then what are you teaching, Mr. Robertson?”

“If you follow me,” he paused. “I’ll show you my new classroom?”

“Hey – I’d like that!” 

Sally Mae was suddenly flushed from all the attention she was getting from her mentor. 

“I really don’t think that I could call you by your first name, Mr. Robertson,” she stammered.

He seemed to ignore her comment for the time being. Instead, he led her down the hallway to the Administration offices. Sally Mae couldn’t remember the paneled walls, but the floor covering was definitely a recent addition. The Administration lobby used to have a tile floor, as she remembered it. She fought to keep up with him while still taking in all the nuances of the building.

“Here we are,” he stopped in front of a large wooden door. 

Sally Mae stopped with him, then read the words painted onto the top half of the door. She read them once in her head then another time out loud to give them meaning. 

Gone Ten Years Ch. 02



"Principal, Mr. Hugh Robertson." The possibility had never crossed her mind. 

"Wow!" she gasped, "you're actually in charge of the whole school now."

"That's right," he pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. 

"Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English now."

"Little Jimmy Sullivan is teaching English?" she laughed. "He could hardly put a sentence together when we were in your class, that's funny!"

"Like I said some things have changed."

Sally Mae followed Mr. Robertson into the huge expanse of his office. There were bookshelves on three of the four walls. The fourth wall had a large couch pushed up against it and a fake tree standing in the corner. There were a couple chairs in the middle of the room, but the huge desk seemed to fill most of the space.

"I moved in here last year when Dr. Turner retired," 

He spoke as he moved behind the desk and picked through some old phone messages. He sat down in the huge chair behind the desk and gazed at Sally's fine female figure. She had definitely blossomed into a woman.

"Oh, yes," Sally Mae said, giggling sarcastically. 

"Old Man Turner, that's what we used to call him." 

Sally examined some of the book titles on the bookshelves. She also noticed the large diploma hanging squarely on the wall above the couch.

"And what did you used to call me?" he asked, with just a hint of light-hearted curiosity.

She felt just a little awkward having to answer questions like this from Mr. Robertson, but she figured the truth might as well be known now.

"Most of the kids were scared of you," she answered. "I can remember that some of them called you Grade Robber probably because you were so tough."

"What did you used to call me?"

Sally Mae's faced blushed.

"Come on, you can tell me." he teased her.

"I didn't have any names for you, Mr. Robertson," Sally Mae stared at the face of her beloved adviser. 

"You know I couldn't have come up with any names for you. I had a crush on you." She couldn't believe she actually admitted that to him. No one else had ever known.

"I know," he smiled wryly.

"You knew I had a crush on you?"

"It was written all over your face every time we met in the hallway, every time you sat in the front row of my classroom, every time you handed in an assignment . . ."

"You knew I had a crush on you?" she repeated again, still trying to believe the words.

"It was fairly obvious, at least to me."

A excess of emotions flooded Sally Mae's head. For ten years, she'd believed that her crush had been a secret. Finding out that he knew was almost unbelievable. Her mind was reeling now. She was flustered.

"Well, did you know it was me that crippled your car on the last day of school?" she blurted out.

"You're the one who let the air out of my tires?" They were staring at each other now, neither one prepared to back down.

She frowned.

"Now that surprises me," he moved slowly around the desk toward her. "All this time, I thought it was Jimmy."

"I felt really guilty about it for a while," Sally Mae admitted, regaining some semblance of seriousness.

"Well," Mr. Robertson paused for a moment, obviously contemplating a response, "I think we should remedy the situation."

"What do you mean?" Sally Mae asked hesitantly.

"Do you know what went on in this office during after-school detention?"

Sally Mae shook her head. As a model student, she'd heard about the strictness of 'Old Man Turner' but thought nothing of it. What could have gone on in the principal's office? She was spellbound by the images running light speed through her imagination. Mr. Robertson had her full attention.

"Mr. Turner took more than an active interest in a few of the students," Mr. Robertson continued. "He would summon particular students into his chamber, this very room and give them a very stern lecture about their behavior." He paused for only a minute, then continued the thought. "It was immediately after the lecture that the actual punishment would begin."

"What punishment?" she inquired nervously.

"On many of these occasions, I was called upon to witness the punishment. When I took over this office last year, I inherited Mr. Turner's responsibilities, the first of which is the welfare of the students."

Mr. Robertson produced a small, leather paddle from one of the desk drawers.

"You're not really going to use that on me, are you?" Sally May squirmed.



Gone Ten Years Ch. 03



“Sally Mae,” he addressed her directly, “You’ve probably had guilt these feelings for several years. You left Jonestown feeling guilty ten years ago. You came back to Jonestown this week with those feelings. You don’t want to leave here with them again, do you?”

She didn’t respond.

“You and I need to take care of this,” he paused and put his hand on her arm. “I think what you really need is a good spanking.”

Sally Mae thought. Perhaps he was right. Maybe this was the reason she was so anxious over the whole trip to Jonestown. For her, it was a trip back in time. Then and there for a few short minutes, she was a student again.

“Yes, Sir I deserve to . . .” her voice trailed off into oblivion.

Mr. Robertson took control of the situation.

“Bend over and put your hands there on the desk,” he pointed.

Sally Mae hesitated for only a moment. There was little she could do to escape the truth. It had been too long since she’d felt the sting of her father’s belt on her backside, and Mr. Robertson was quickly becoming a worthy substitute. His mentoring would take a different form. She surrendered to his will and slowly bent over to put her hands exactly where he’d pointed.

“This is a very nice dress, Miss Johnson,” he flattered her. “I would not want to damage it, why don’t we just move it out of the way.” 

He slowly lifted her velvet hem, first exposing her upper thighs then her black cotton panties.

“Please, Mr. Robertson this is embarrassing,” she mumbled, staring blankly at the chair behind the desk.

“You need to be embarrassed after such behavior!” he scolded her. “Don’t you dare move!” he demanded. “Do you understand?”

Again she hesitated, this time out of sheer discomfort. Feelings of dread began to outweigh any feelings of guilt. Perhaps this was not such a good idea after all.

“I’ll start with a few warm up spanks,” he announced, placing the leather paddle on the desk beside her. 

She knew he’d put it there as a reminder of what was to come. How ominous it looked. He placed one hand on her back, and gently stroked her cotton-covered bottom with the other.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He landed three hard slaps in rapid succession. Sally Mae squirmed, but Mr. Robertson remained in control. He returned to massaging the firm mounds of her bottom but only for a brief moment.

The spanking continued, smack after smack and Mr. Robertson’s smacks were genuine. There were so many, it seemed senseless to keep a count. He continued striking her bottom, stopping occasionally to massage her firm, little mounds. Fortunately, all of the rubbing made the sharp smacks of his hand bearable, not to mention Sally Mae found herself becoming increasingly excited.

“Okay.” he said, “I think you’re sufficiently warmed up now.”

Mr. Robertson stepped around behind Sally Mae.

“I’m going to make this a very thorough spanking, Miss Johnson,” he told her, continuing to massage her bottom. Then in one swift motion he grabbed the waistband of her cotton panties and pulled them down to her knees.

“You certainly have a very pink bottom,” he lightly stroked her ass with his fingertips. 

He examined it for a few minutes and then announced his intentions for the next phase of Sally Mae’s punishment. 

“I think you’re ready for the paddle now.”

He leaned over to the desk and picked up the leather paddle.

“I’m going to give you a few whacks, and I want you to keep very still.” he instructed. 

“Stay right where you are, and keep very still.”

WHACK! She felt the first crack of the paddle across her backside.

“Owwwwwww!” she cried. 

The small, leather paddle stung her flesh, and she actually felt the redness rising across on the surface of her behind. Before Brenda Jo could regain her senses, Mr. Robertson struck again.

WHACK! The second blow was harder than the first.

“I’m sorry, please!” she winced.

“You deserve a spanking for letting the air out of my tires.” he ignored her pleas and continued to lecture her. 

Sally Mae glanced over her shoulder to see him swinging the paddle again.

WHACK! Brenda Jo’s knees buckled, and she collapsed on the desk. Instinctively, she reached back with both hands and rubbed her reddened bottom.

“We’re not quite through yet,” he said in a very determined tone. “I want you to get back on your feet and bend over again!” 



Gone Ten Years Ch. 04



Sally Mae struggled to stand up. Mr. Robertson spun her around until she was bent over again, then proceeded to scold her for 'choosing to feel guilty all these years, and not doing something about it.'

"You should've come down here to Jonestown much sooner than this." 

SMACK! Mr. Robertson had put down the paddle and was now smacking Sally Mae's bare bottom with his hand. 

"You could've confessed ten years ago Miss Johnson." 

SMACK! 

"I hope this won't happen again!"

SMACK! 

Sally Mae yelped from the sting of the professor's hand.

"Am I getting through to you?" he asked.

He paused, and she thought that the punishment was surely over. Then she felt the palm of his hand stroking her burning behind, obviously inspecting the red welts that he'd created.

"Looks like I AM getting through to you," he said, massaging her ass, then her thighs, and finally between her legs. 

He let his fingers wander between her legs, gently stroking with his right hand. Sally Mae realized then that he was not examining the stripes on her naked ass. He kept her bent over the desk in the same position.

"I, I didn't think." she stammered.

"We have one more issue to be taken care of." he interrupted, while continuing to stimulate her entire body. 

"This crush you had on me is something that I've wanted to resolve for ten years!"

Sally Mae didn't want him to stop stroking her, but she did want to get to the end of this conversation. The wetness between her legs was building rapidly. 

"What are you talking about?" she asked reluctantly.

"I noticed how you looked at me?"

The memories from Mr. Robertson's classroom flooded her mind. She remembered how she'd lie in bed every night thinking about dating him, about how much she wanted him to be more than her teacher, about how much she wanted to feel his arms around her, his lips on hers, their bodies meshed together.

"I think you kinda like this," he paused and then stopped stroking between her legs.

"No, please don't stop!" she grimaced.

"I'm going to give you three more swats."

"Not with the paddle!" she pleaded.

"No, with my hand!" Then he thought for a moment. "But I want you to count these last three, understand?"

Sally Mae hesitated.

"Do you understand?" Again, he spoke with a very determined tone.

"Yes sir!"

Once he was satisfied with her answer, he put his left hand on her back and rubbed her bare ass with his right hand.

"This time," he commanded, "I want you to bend all the way over onto the desk and I mean kiss the wood!"

"Yes sir!" She obeyed.

"Very good!" he said, still massaging her ass with his right hand. "Now I want you to spread your legs apart!"

She spread her feet.

"A little further!" he was beginning to get impatient.

She widened her stance even more.

"You're not cooperating!" he thundered. 

He then leaned in behind her, forced his hand between her thighs and pulled them apart. The way he had her bent over the desk with her legs spread wide gave Sally Mae an acute sense of humiliation. He returned to massaging her bottom for just a few seconds more.

"Don't forget to count!" he said as he raised her hand and brought it down with a firm SMACK on her ass.

"One," she yelped.

"Good girl!" She felt his left hand move from her back around to her stomach, then down between her legs. "I think you like being spanked." 

He fingered the wetness and once again started to stroke back and forth. Then she felt the second SMACK on her ass.

"Two," she gasped, feeling the sharp sting of his hand.

"Do you like that?" he asked, caressing the warm wetness between her legs. 

Still reeling, she couldn't tell if he meant the spanking or the stimulation, but it really didn't matter.

She moaned unintelligibly. He gave her the third SMACK.

"Three," she cried. Now the tears were beginning to fall.

"You have a very red bottom." he whispered. 

She couldn't hold back any longer. She was crying out loud now. Tears were streaming down her face, and she wanted to cum. Suddenly, she felt his finger massaging her clitoris. He slowly pushed his finger into her opening. The electricity pulsed through her body.

"Will you cum for me?" he urged.

"Ohhhh yes!" She screamed.

That being all the impetus she needed. Standing bare before the man she'd had a crush on for years. She came like she never had before. She felt his finger work itself in and out of her as she came and came and came. When she was finished she felt a small pat on her bottom and stood up to confront Mister Robinson.

"Now Miss Johnson let that be a lesson to you." He admonished

Sally Mae pulled up her panties and smiled as they walked back to the clean up that was about over.

The next day on her trip back to the city Sally Mae decided she wouldn't wait so long to come back next time. After all she'd almost missed her train after stopping to flatten a couple of tires.