Is Turnabout Fair Play? Part 1
By The courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 1 - The Boy Done Good.

Michael Saunders was the star pupil of my year 9 geography class. He was always the most attentive, the most proactive and the most hard working of my students in that class. This boy was destined for great things. I am not sure whether it was because Michael's family lived two doors down from me or whether he was naturally a 'gifted' pupil, but he was a pleasure to teach - a match for any girl really.

Michael was 14 years old when this particular story unfolds. Although possessing a quite handsome appearance (acne stayed well clear of this one), I am sure that Michael had struggled to find a serious girlfriend during his time at Weltby School. This was probably due to his bookish lifestyle. Many times I have entered Weltby Library of a weekend and seen him tasking competently at his homework. He wants to be an architect - a chartered one at that. I think he will do it too.

With strong chiselled facial features, Michael has short brown hair along with wide and attentive eyes. When you see the boy around school and follow what his eyes are doing, it is almost as though he is taking everything he sees in, ready to use it at any moment in his work.

After most of year 9 had been completed and the Easter holidays were upon the town, I heard the trill of my doorbell one gloriously sunny afternoon. I had been clearing my pond out and preparing it for the summer that was eagerly approaching. I shook my hands dry and made my way back up the garden path to the back door.

"Hello Mr. Taylor." I recognised the voice as that of Michael Saunders, but I couldn't see him yet. He was silhouetted in the shade of the side passage.

"Michael, is that you?" I asked of the shadowy figure, making my way up the path.

"Yes sir, have you got a minute?" the boy asked.

"Sure, go in and sit down. I will be right with you."

Once inside the house, I washed my hands in the kitchen basin and walked into the lounge. Michael was sat on the sofa staring up at me. He appeared somewhat agitated, almost withdrawn.

"How can I help you then Michael?" I asked, sitting down in my easy chair. Unusually for Michael, he began to talk but did not look into my eyes. Instead, he was focussed on a picture hanging on my wall opposite from him. I looked across and found that he was looking at a painting (print) of a wartime airfield scene - Lancasters & Spitfires etc.

"Well Mr Taylor..." he began.

"Please, call me David away from school. I know you are not a cheeky swine!" I advised him.

"Okay... David. I want to prepare for year 10 over the summer and I was wondering if you could let me have a list of books that might be of use to me for homework and stuff."

"Sure no problem. Is there anything else?" I asked, not wishing to be rude, but anxious to get back to my pond. It was a lovely day outside. Michael looked at me and it was clear that he was blushing. When he saw me look into his eyes, he again looked at the painting. "Michael?"

"Errrm, yes David. I am hoping to get a summer job this year, whilst the summer holidays are on. I have asked a few of our neighbours..." he continued.

"Yes?"

"Well, I have asked them if they would let me mow their lawns for payment this year. I am hoping to save for a new mountain bike. I was wondering if you would let me mow your lawns this summer." The boy looked down at his training shoes and seemingly awaited my response.

"Blimey!" I said. "You're keen! I don't know anybody that actually has a keen interest in mowing the lawns. But sure. How much will you be charging?" I asked.

"I haven't worked that out yet. I don't want to be ripped off, but I don't want to rip you people off either," Michael explained. This was unusual. If Michael had set out to do something, he would have been more prepared. I got up out of my chair and went to the kitchen to prepare a couple of cold drinks.

I handed Michael a glass of orange and barley water and regained my seat.

"Thanks," he said, smiling up at me. As Michael began to drink, I offered him more advice,

"Okay, I think for a lad your age, you want to be earning something like three pound fifty per hour. So say you work for three hours per day... after all you want to have some time for yourself eh?" Michael frowned at that statement, seemingly in fear. "Are you okay?" I asked, now more determined to ascertain the reason for Michael's discomfort.

"I...I'm sorry sir. Yes, three pounds fifty sounds very good!" he chuckled. "That's a cool painting David. I like planes. My Dad's taking me to Fairford this year." We talked about planes and airshows for about twenty minutes, before Michael changed the tack of the conversation completely,

"Can I trust you sir?" he asked.

"Trust me? I would like to think so, I am your teacher and neighbour Michael... whatever's bothering you?" I replied. Michael looked at me and seemed to be blushing again and looked uncomfortable.

"I have a problem at school sir." Michael announced.

"A problem? Surely not! You are perhaps the most talented pupil in your year," I said with a wry smile on my face.

"Are you okay to listen, it is quite a long story and I kind of need your advice," he continued.

"Okay, carry on..." I encouraged....

Michael asked me to cast my mind back to February that year and listen to what had happened to him. And so I listened.

It was lunchtime at Weltby School and was a bright but crisp mid-February day. The sun had been strong enough to burn away the morning mist and it was warmer than you would have expected for that time of year.

The usual "break time" howling and cheers could be heard across the whole of the school grounds as games were being played and the latest school gossip was being issued by groups of teenagers. Michael, well he had been talking with some friends, but wanted to spend a little bit of time in the library - looking for another novel to read over the weekend. He left his friends and made his way to the library.

From where his friends were, the quickest way to the library was via and through the bike sheds. As he made his way towards the sheds, he heard an audible,

"Shhhh! Someone's coming!" It was definitely the voice of a girl. Michael stopped in his tracks and looked round.

"Who's there?" Michael asked. There was no reply.

"Shit, it's Brains..." a second female voice whispered. Michael sensed that something was amiss, particularly as he had heard his nickname uttered. Michael slowly moved through the bike sheds thinking that it was just a couple of girls gossiping alone, but then he saw it...

A blue-grey cloud of smoke popped up from one of the stalls at the far end of the sheds. Michael homed in on the three heads, now just visible above the stall divider. There were three girls huddled around each other in the corner.

"What do you want...Brains?" the first girl demanded to know. She had blonde hair and suspiciously blue eyes. Her name was Laura Smith, a known delinquent and bitchy cow. Although pretty, she was not a very nice girl at all, in Michael's opinion.

"What are you three doing?" he asked, almost rhetorically.

"What does it look like fuckwit?" mocked the second girl, Linda Stuart. Michael frowned at her, not enjoying her term of endearment at all! He was surprised at Linda and felt that she should have more sense than to smoke. She had shoulder length brown hair and bright hazel eyes. Interestingly and endearingly, Linda had two very small moles, symmetrically placed on either side of her face where her cheeks met her chin.

"Cripes, you girls are smoking. This is terrible," admonished Michael, the sensible boy who had never had any interest in this habit at all, ever.

"Clever boy! It's no wonder they call you Brains!" Said the third girl, who Michael could now see was Lisa Davies. The other two girls giggled at Lisa's remark. Lisa was the bearer of dirty blonde/brown hair and had light blue, almost grey eyes. Although very sweet looking, her most distinctive feature was her voice - a very spooky similiarity to Anne Robinson (Weakest Link etc). Michael identified that all three girls were in his year at Weltby School. Lisa was in his homeroom.

"Well I think you should stop. It is a nasty smelly habit. How can you afford it?" Michael asked.

"That's OUR problem Brains," replied Lisa staring directly into his eyes. "Now leave us alone."

"Yes fuck off back to your books, unless you want to join us?" said Linda.

"No way, I've got much better things to do!" replied Michael. He turned to leave.

"Go and do them then, Brains, you twat!" chided Laura. The other two girls giggled again.

Michael turned round once more and stared directly at the three girls. They were all smartly dressed in their uniforms, although their dark blue pleated skirts were riding a little higher than most conservative girls on the grounds! Laura wore her tie quite scruffily and only allowed the thin end to prevail.

"If you don't stop calling me obscene names, I will report you. You know it is against school rules to smoke on school property - not even the sixth formers are allowed," Michael reminded and warned them.

"Ooooohh! We're scared, not. Miss Greer wouldn't believe you anyway," said Laura, smiling smugly.

"Why not?" asked Michael, taking a step backwards. Seeing his retreat, Linda stepped forward.

"Because you're a boy! She thinks all men are liars so she is hardly going to believe what you say is she? Boy!" Linda mocked.

"Yes Brains, piss off and annoy someone else," remarked Lisa, taking another drag on her cigarette. The smoke drifted annoyingly close to Michael's face.

"We'll see then won't we," Michael said and turned to walk away in the direction of reception, and Miss Greer's office.

In unison, the girls looked at each other with shock and then dropped their cigarettes to the floor. Laura gave chase and grabbed Michael's shoulder.

"Hey wait, Michael, wait," she said. Michael stopped and turned to face Laura, impatience in his eyes. "Please don't tell on us. We've already had detention this week for talking during gym. Please?" Laura smiled at Michael, and for a brief moment was maybe sincere.

"Hmmmm, I dunno, you three are very nasty to me," Michael reminded her. The other two girls stepped forward, shame showing on their faces.

"Please Michael, I don't want to get a note. My dad will kill me," offered Linda, her face now ablush with all sorts of home discipline scenarios.

"We promise to be nice to you in future. Please don't tell," Laura continued. Lisa, the girl with the acid tongue was silent, seemingly scared of the consequences. Michael was proud inside to have made these girls think about what they had done, smoking and being nasty to him. He got a sense of power for the first time that wasn't related to his intellect. He was enjoying this.

"I'm sorry, my mind is made up. I have put up with enough from you three, calling me 'Brains' and other things. Someone needs to teach you a lesson in humility. Save your apologies for Miss Greer," a triumphant Michael strode off towards her office. As he made his way into the distance, the three girls looked woefully at each other, aware of what might happen. In defiance, Laura shouted to him,

"You'll be sorry!!"

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"Thank you Michael for your honesty," Miss Greer said to the boy. "I do not tolerate smoking on school property, and much less, my girls using foul and abusive language to staff and other pupils. You can rest assured that they will be punished."

Michael had done it, he had reported the three girls to the headmistress - if you want results, go straight to the top! With pride flowing through him and feeling that Miss Greer was not quite as bad as everyone made out, he got up from the chair and made his way out of the office. Before he reached door, Miss Greer stopped him.

"Oh Michael..."

"Yes Miss Greer?" He said looking nervously at his headmistress.

"I have given this matter some thought whilst you have been here and I have come to a decision that I very rarely feel the need to make," she said, rising from her chair.

"What is that Miss Greer?" the boy asked meekly.

"Since you were the key victim of their abuse, I think that in this case, it is only fair that you get to witness their punishment. Do you think that is fair boy?"

"Well, since you put it like that Miss..."

"Very well, be outside my office at four o'clock today. This matter should be dealt with swiftly," Miss Greer announced. "I shall ring your mother personally and explain what you are doing after school today."

"Thank you Miss," Michael said and quickly left the office. Smiling inwardly, he made his way quickly to his homeroom for afternoon registration, full of pride and excitement at what he may witness. A spanking for sure.

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His final lesson of the day was with me, in room 32. When the bell sounded, Michael went straight to the library to remove some books to assist in his homework - the time then being three thirty. He was outside the headmistress's office at three fifty five and waited for the clock opposite him to reach four o'clock.

As he sat outside the office, Michael became quite concerned that there was no sign of the girls. Had he misheard what Miss Greer had said? His mind raced back to that lunchtime when the girls had told him that Miss Greer never believed boys and then he thought perhaps she was going to punish him for telling tales or whatever. He was about to leave when the clock opposite him clunked to four o'clock and the door handle to Miss Greer's office began to open.

Michael looked up and saw a stern looking Miss Greer standing above him, looking down over her dark rimmed glasses.

"You may enter boy," she said, sounding most pissed off.

Michael got up, adjusted his uniform and attempted to calm his nerves. There was no turning back now, whatever awaited him. His heart bumped away at record pace within his chest as he braced himself for what lay ahead. He slowly followed Miss Greer into her office.

Miss Greer sat behind her desk and looked at Michael sternly. Michael looked straight ahead, beyond Miss Greer and out of her office window. It was now getting dark and the foreboding trees outside silhouetted menacingly against the dusk sky.

The room smelled of school. The fusty aroma of old school books and furniture was prevalent. From the corner of his eye, Michael could see the weapons of Miss Greer's trade sat primly within a small shoe rack. There were three slippers, red, blue and black. The black one was seemingly made of a synthetic plastic. Michael gulped and refocused on Miss Greer.

"Now Michael," Greer addressed him. "I'm not normally in the habit of taking what little boys say seriously. They have a high propensity to lie... to tell tales," she continued.

"Yes Miss," Michael responded automatically, afraid of what was coming.

"However, you are a special case. You have glowing reports from all of your teachers, except gym, and I have never personally had any trouble with you. I felt compelled and obliged to believe what you told me this lunchtime," she stated sternly. "I went to the scene of the alleged crime, and did find evidence corroborating what you told me of the location of the incident. Having asked Laura Smith to empty her school bag, it became apparent that she was in possession of a cigarette lighter AND a small packet of low tar cigarettes."

At that point, Michael heard a faint sob come from behind him, but he dare not look round. Instead he fixed his gaze upon the headmistress, so fearful was he in her presence.

"So you see Michael, I have three naughty and wayward girls to deal with today. I am not so sure that you saw them when you came in Saunders," she said. Michael shook his head at Miss Greer and she in turn pointed to a place beyond his shoulder as if beckoning him to look round.

Michael looked round and saw a row of three girls, recognisable as Laura Smith, Linda Stuart and Lisa Davies all facing towards the wall of the office and with their school skirts pinned up at the back, above their waists. The sight nearly choked Michael and stirred a sexual feeling between his legs.

The girls stood there, their legs and panties fully exposed to his gaze. In turn he admired each girl from behind. Laura had short and relatively chubby little legs and thighs, wearing a pair of pale blue panties. The cleft of her bottom was opaquely visible through the material.

Linda was next in line, she was the tallest of the three girls and possessed quite lengthy legs for a girl of nearly fifteen. Linda had opted to wear white frilly ankle socks and a pair of white knickers. Though they hugged her obviously pert derriere, it was not possible to see the outline of her cleft.

Last in the line was Lisa. It was the sight of her that gave Michael the most pleasure, for he would admit to having a fancy for her. She was quite petite and showed evidence of having been on a winter sun holiday abroad - her brown tanned legs in stark contrast with the other two girls. Lisa wore a shiny pink pair of cotton panties and her shapely buttocks filled them delightfully. 

"Now Michael, I want you to sit there whilst I conduct the punishment," Miss Greer announced, pointing to a chair in the centre of the room. Michael swiftly sat down as told and awaited the next move. He had to adjust his pants given the view he had just been afforded.

"Laura Smith... come over here this instant," ordered Miss Greer, rising to her feet. Michael watched as Laura turned away from the wall and faced Michael and then Miss Greer. As she walked to the spot in front of Miss Greer's desk, Michael could see the terror in her face and the tell tale signs that she had been crying.

"Please Miss, please don't spank me in front of him. I'm so sorry..." begged a sorrowful looking Laura.

"It's too late for that you silly little girl. I expected better of you," admonished Miss Greer. "Now bend over and place your hands face down on my desk and part your legs. Grab onto the desk tightly... I am going to slipper you soundly."

The girl leaned over the desk, affording Michael the opportunity to see how her pale blue panties displayed her bottom. Between her legs, Michael could see her tie hanging freely such was her angle, and took in the spot right between her thighs, marvelling at what must lie beneath.

Miss Greer walked over to her shoe rack and picked out the black plastic slipper, before returning to the spot in front of Michael and prone standing girl.

"This slipper is saved for the most serious of infractions of school code. Laura, you are going to be slippered for being in the possession of cigarettes, a cigarette lighter, for abusive language and for wearing your skirt in violation of the school code. I want you to count out the strokes... is that clear?" asked Miss Greer.

"Yes Miss," sobbed the girl. Michael bit his lower lip with anticipation as Miss Greer tugged at the elastic holding the girl's knickers in position. Slowly they came down over her thighs and rested at her knees. The revelation of Laura's bottom increased Michael's arousal and he had to move his hands to his awakened crotch.

Michael observed the beauty of the girl's bottom now openly on display just feet from his face. He focussed on the milky white texture of her buttocks, before tracing curiously between her legs and at the folds of her private parts. Although covered with wispy blonde pubic hair, he could see her outer lips hanging down, pouting with shame. Not having had much experience with girls, Michael missed the first strike of the slipper, being too involved in the sight of this girl's pussy.

Thrump! The first stroke hit the left buttock of the prone girl. This re-awoke the senses of the female victim, and of the observing boy.

"Ahhhh, one Miss," counted Laura. Michael observed that her left buttock had instantly turned a pale pink. He then noticed Miss Greer's raised left arm, ready to drop with the second strike.

Thrump! The second, and harder strike made Laura move forward.

"Owwww, two Miss. Please stop," she cried out, more in shame than pain. This time, her right buttock began to change colour.

Thrump! The third was counted out similarly. Michael was enjoying this. He smiled smugly between her legs as he saw her face screw up with each strike. And then the twitching of her buttocks as she adjusted herself after each blow. And what about those secret folds between her legs? This was better than getting an A!

Soon, the twentieth strike had landed and had brought Laura to a sobbing conclusion, her buttocks having changed from a milky white to a cherry red. Miss Greer pulled up the girl's panties and dismissed her once more to the wall from whence she came. Her skirt remained pinned up.

"Linda Stuart, to my desk NOW!" The headmistress ordered. Meekly and quickly, Linda made the walk of shame, past Michael and then bent over, placing her delicate hands on the headmistress's desk. Linda's white knickers were just a couple of feet from Michael's face.

As before, Miss Greer reeled off a list of 'crimes' that the girl had committed against the school code. Again, the girl involved protested clemency to spare a spanking in the presence of a boy, but to no avail. Again, the girl's knickers were lowered to her knees affording the observing boy a prime view of her girlish charms. Linda possessed dark brown pubic hair, and like Laura it was sparse, but it appeared to be more controlled, as if trimmed. He could again see the lips of her pussy hanging rudely between her legs.

Miss Greer raised the slipper above her head in preparation for this punishment, and in slow motion (at least for Michael), it came down and landed firmly across Linda's left buttock,

Thrump!

"Owwww! One Miss," Linda squealed as she counted. Michael could only think that this was justice for her calling him a fuckwit. He was smiling victoriously between her legs and Linda caught sight if his smug grin as she was bent over the desk.

Thrump! The second strike again hit her right buttock. It was evident to Michael that Miss Greer was a passed master (nee Mistress) of punishment.

"Owwwwww! Two Miss," the girl bellowed with shame. Having seen Michael smiling at her, her face was as red as her behind was becoming.

Linda's punishment also lasted a full twenty strokes of the black slipper. The girl sobbed with remorse as her panties were hoisted back into position before being dismissed to the wall. Before Linda had time to reach the wall, Miss Greer was already ordering the next victim to take the position,

"And finally, Lisa Davies. Take your place at the desk please, NOW!"

Lisa scurried over to the desk and promptly placed her palms face down on the desk and gripped. This was the one that Michael had been waiting most for. He had learned what his penis was for two years ago and since then had fantasised about many of his classmates, and Lisa was one of those girls that regularly CAME into his dreams.

Michael admired Lisa's behind and long tanned legs as Miss Greer reeled off another list of school infractions.

He noticed an unusual aroma coming from Lisa's direction and looked intently at her rear end, before he saw it. Between her legs, he could see a damp patch at the crotch of her pink panties, and this excited him even more. Had she wet herself? Michael did not know, and was grasping his crotch with excitement of seeing the most intimate parts of these girls. Just one remained.

Slowly, Miss Greer drew down the pretty pink panties of Lisa Davies and Michael's eyes this time went straight to the folds of her pussy, much clearer than on either of the two previous girls before him. She appeared to have no pubic hair at all. As Lisa's bottom clenched in eager anticipation of the black slipper, Michael suddenly realised that this girl must have shaved her pussy bare.

Michael looked closer and noticed that apart from having no hair down there, her lips appeared to be shiny and the strange aroma had become stronger. He looked into the crotch of her knickers and noticed the small wet spot and realised that he had a small wet spot of his own. Looking at her pussy lips from behind, both Michael and Miss Greer noticed that this girl must be sexually aroused.

"Well, well, well. Lisa! You are a naughty little thing aren't you?" asked Miss Greer rhetorically. She patted the girl's left buttock and then ran her finger underneath her pupil's backside and between the girl's legs. "My precious girl, you have no hair. You are a proper little exhibitionist aren't you?" Michael let out a gasp and then a boyish giggle as he saw his headmistress confirm that the girl was damp. This was all beyond his wildest dreams.

"Please Miss, don't do this in front of Michael. Don't let him see me like this. I am so embarrassed," Lisa whimpered. "I'll be good. We have only been smoking for a week."

"I am glad to know that I have caught you so soon into your filthy habit," Miss Greer announced examining her now damp finger. "However, you must learn that smoking is bad for your health, just like your friends have found. You must learn humility towards your fellow pupils and above all, you must learn to control your sexual deviances. Why are you so sexually aroused Lisa?" Lisa could only whimper with shame. "Were you aroused because of the sounds of my slippering your friends? Or is it the thought of a boy being present to witness your punishment?"

"Please Miss, I can't explain it..." With that,

Thrump! The first stroke of the slipper struck Lisa's left buttock.

"Owwwwww! One Miss. Please stop this," Lisa whimpered. Her buttocks tensed and her tanned brown legs jostled slightly with the force.

Thrump! The second stroke landed fiercely on the girl's right buttock.

"Ahhhh, owwww, two Miss," Lisa wailed. She could now see between her legs, past her pussy and at the grinning face of Michael Saunders, relishing her punishment. Looking into her eyes, Michael could see anger. What he didn't translate was the look of promised revenge. He was enjoying this too much.

Lisa's bottom was showered by the slipper twenty times, the same as the previous two girls. Unlike the previous two slipperings however, Miss Greer did not seem satisfied.

"Now answer my question young lady. Why are your knickers damp, and why have you shaved your pubic hair? If you don't answer, I will allow Michael to continue your punishment, and inform your parents of your predicament, now answer me!"

Michael nearly lost control of his own arousal at the prospect of him being allowed to slipper the girl of his fantasies. Michael remembered her telling him to 'fuck off' at lunchtime and now this was priceless justice. He hoped that she wouldn't answer.

"Please Miss, I just seem to enjoy showing myself to boys," Lisa sobbed.

"I thought so," explained the headmistress. "Now you have an ideal opportunity young lady. Hold your skirt up to your stomach, turn around and apologise to Michael on behalf of your little band for your rudeness."

Sobbing with shame, pain and sorrow, Lisa stood up and lifted her skirt. She looked across at Miss Greer and sobbed,

"Please Miss. I don't want to show HIM!"

"Just do it girl, or the boy will be handed the slipper and given turn with you and your colleagues!" The older lady snapped. With those chilling words, Lisa turned round to face Miss Greer and a victorious Michael.

During the movement, her panties fell to her ankles and allowed Michael to drink in the sight of the front of her body, naked from the waist down. His eyes nearly popped out!

"I'm sorry Michael, we're sorry for being rude to you," Lisa said, sounding sincere, but carrying a stare of retribution. Michael ignored this and continued to look at her naked crotch, never having seen one in real life before today.

"Yes, you should be ashamed of yourselves, all of you. I expect better from my girls. You should be setting an example to they younger members of this school, particularly the boys. I do not expect you to be before me again." Miss Greer concluded.

Michael's view was all to brief and before long, Miss Greer ordered Lisa to draw her knickers back up and return to the wall. Michael was then given the honour of unpinning the girl's skirts and took pleasure in catching brief feels of their bottoms as he made his way along the line. He vowed never to forget the aroma of a sexually excited girl.

All four pupils were dismissed at the same time, the girls headed for the toilets and Michael for the cloakroom. When they were out of earshot of the office, Lisa turned to Michael and said,

"Just you wait, Brains. We're gonna get you!" The other girls eagerly agreed and retreated to the girl's toilet, no doubt to compare bottoms and wipe their tear streaked faces. Michael ignored their threat as empty.

Michael had learned a lot today, and without the need for a book. He learned that girls could be mean, and could get punished. He learned that girls could become as sexually aroused as he could and also, and perhaps most importantly to him, he now knew what a live girl looked like between her legs. He had seen three!

As Michael walked home, he knew that he would need to pleasure himself that night or he would never get to sleep. But what did those girls mean, 'we're gonna get you?'

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Michael and the girls return in part 2,
The Boy Was Done Good.

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.