"Has anybody seen Rebekka this morning?" Mr. Kincade asked as he passed out the morning bonus quiz. No one bothered to respond so he turned to Rebekka's closest friend. "Anna, where's Bekka?"
"I don't know Mr. K, she wasn't at breakfast this morning. But she never eats breakfast. You want me to make sure she gets her assignment again?"
"No thanks, Anna. I'll see to it that she gets the assignment," he handed her a paper "But thanks for the offer." As he finished passing out the papers he thought to himself that Bekka certainly best be sick or she would be one very unhappy young lady when he finished with her.
Rebekka was curled up under her down comforter watching her favorite soap opera when there was a knock on her door. She had spent the entire day in her private suite watching her soaps and just vegging out. "Hang on..." she yelled as she kicked from the cover and padded over to the door. It was probably Anna ready to tell her what boring stuff she had managed to miss in class today. Swinging the door open she was stunned to see Mr. Kincade standing there. "M-Mr. K." She was at a loss for words as he entered her room without an invitation. All she could do was close the door.
"You missed class again today." He stated bluntly.
"I was not feeling very well." She reached for a slip on the bar beside her. "I did see the nurse."
He took the note and studied it for a moment. "I spoke with the nurse earlier and she never saw you - I can only assume that you got that from your friend Jayne that works as an office assistant. In which case, you are in serious trouble."
"Mr. K I really am sick. I have not felt good all day I go from cold to hot and my stomach is queasy." She bit her lip. "I promise I'll be in class tomorrow"
"So why didn't you see the nurse? " At his words she shook her head. "You may really be sick, Bekka." She did look pale, but that could have been fear of being caught as well. Rebekka knew all too well how he handled her bratty side.
"I hate nurses and doctors too, " She flopped down on the love seat of her sitting area.
"I don't think anyone really likes them. I think they are more of a necessary evil."
"Not for me. I don't like them and I don't go to them," her stubborn nature began to show again.
"Well, you don't come to my class anymore a note from the nurse saying she saw you." He placed his hand on her forehead. "You do not feel warm."
"I did not say I was hot all of the time I said I went from cold to hot."
"Go put on some clothes and I will walk you to the nurse."
"I'm not a baby, I can walk myself."
"I did not say you were a baby. I was trying to be nice, brat,"
"I do not like doctors. My daddy does not like them either you can call and ask him he knows I was not feeling good today."
"You daddy would believe you if you said it was snowing in July Rebekka Knight and you know it."
"There are advantages to being his little girl." She tired to grin. "And there are disadvantages to skipping class." He turned into a teacher again right before her eyes. It always amazed her that he did that. One minute he was sweet and teasing, almost like a big brother, the next minute he was all teacher again.
"Yes, sir. I take it you brought me my assignments?"
"Well, of course, I did not want you to be bored this evening." He smiled at her as he got up and went for his briefcase. "We started a new chapter in Algebra today, would you like me to help you get started on it before I leave?" He looked over and noticed her wincing, as if in pain and thought she was acting for his benefit. "Nice pain face - you surely will try out for the school play right?"
"I - I'm not joking. I've had this on and off all day." She was biting her lip now as if there might actually be some pain.
"Is it your side?"
"No ... my stomach." She did not argue as he pulled the coverlet from her.
"Lay flat for me..." he began to press on her abdomen. "Does that hurt?"
"A little." She did not fuss as he pushed the shirt upwards on her stomach and pressed down again. "Owww" She whimpered and caught the spark in his eye.
"Rebekka there is nothing wrong with you at all except you got caught cutting classes. And why should I believe you? You won't go to the nurse - you do not look sick..."
"BUT I don't feel good. It's my stomach, it really hurts." "Is it menstrual cramps?"
"MR. K" She blushed beet red.
"I'll take that as a no."
"No, it is not cramps. I just have a stomach ache I'll be better tomorrow."
"I will go get you some medicine from the infirmary. You stay here." He had just the cure for her in mind.
"Yes, sir." Slinking down under the blanket she was sure she had won the battle.
20 minutes later
"It's open." Bekka called to the knock at the door. She sighed deeply when Steve entered the room. "I was hoping you got lost."
"And I was hoping your attitude was better. Should we start be a lesson in manners?"
She knew all to well he meant a session face down over his lap. "No sir. I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven."
"So what yucky medicine did she give you for me?"
"She actually sent a few different ones ... and she wants me to check you for fever first" He had produced a thermometer from the bag he held and began to shake it down.
"I don't have a fever Mr. K."
"I'll be the judge of that young lady. Now turn onto your stomach for me."
"DO what? You can't mean to-"
"Yes I do mean to. It is the same way it would be taken in the infirmary, NOW Rebekka turn over."
"I refuse." She stood her ground but knew she was getting no where. In two-second he hand her pulled up and was seating himself on the sofa. She was across his lap and before she realized it her bottom felt as though 100 bees had stung her. "OK OK OK - I'll behave!"
"Yes," SMACK "YOU" SMACK "WILL" SMACK "OR" SMACK "YOU WON'T" SMACK SMACK "BE ABLE TO " SMACK SMACK SMACK SIT DOWN FOR A WEEK" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
"Ohh- OK OK YES SIR..." Her kicks and squirms died down a bit and when he was sure she meant it he reached again to the bag and withdrew a tube of lubricant.
"Now I mean be still. I will try and make this not hurt." She did not struggled but nodded through sniffles. She felt his finger begin to smear the greasy lubricant around her anus and then before she knew it he had inserted a finger into her. "Relax or this will hurt."
"I don't like it!"
"You'll like it less without lubricant." He withdrew the finger and she felt the cold bulb of the thermometer in it's place. "Just relax," he slid the cold glass tube in slowly and she had to fight the urge to expel it.
"I don't" The sharp smack made her stop and howl.
"THAT HURT"
"Want more? I do not want to hear that whiny mouth again." Moments later he withdrew the thermometer and wiped it off with a Kleenex. "No fever so I think you'll make it through your medicine." He patted her bottom "Go lay down in bed while I get it ready."
"I don't wanna go to bed."
"You're not being sent to bed your being sent to lie down till I prepare your enema."
"My WHAT? NO WAY... NO - Spank me, beat me I am NOT letting you give me an enema."
"Spank you yes, beat you, no. But you will take an enema."
"My father -"
"I have already contacted your father and he said to handle you as I see fit. So I suggest you go lay down without being taken back over my lap - or go bring me a hairbrush - it's your choice." They sat there for a moment staring each other down but finally she turned and with a fresh bout of tears took herself to her bed and threw herself across it in tears.
He almost felt sorry for her as he filled the bag up with warm sudsy water. But of all the girls he taught this one needed guidance more than any of the others. And if no one else would help her, he would. Topping off the bag he brought it into her room and hung it from one of the 4 posts on her bed. Rebekka was sitting up now and watching his every move with doe like eyes. "have you ever had an enema before?"
"Y-yes...My Nanny when I was little..." tears kept her from continuing but then she managed to stammer "b-but she did not use anything like that." "What? Like this bag? She probably used a bulb since you were small." His voice was soothing and he pulled the covers back. "Rebekka this will help you feel better."
"I feel fine I was faking OKAY? You got me BUSTED! Can't you just turn me over to the dean?"
"No, I am not going to turn you over to the dean. I know you are not sick and this is the same thing you will get each and every time you cut ANY class at this school from now on...capice?" he did not give her a chance to answer but went on "I am going to give you this enema and then the only thing you will be turned over is my knee where you are going to get a spanking harder than any I have ever given you in the past." he took the pillow from behind her and lay it on the bed "Now can you be a big girl or do I need to take you over my lap for this?"
"No sir." Bekka forced herself to lay across the bed with the pillow under her hips.
"Bring your knees to the side of the pillow - straddle it" He watched her blush at his words as he pulled the shirt up from her back to reveal her still pink bottom.
"Are you sure there is not any other way to do this?"
"No, I am very sure this is the best way to remind you not to fake illness" As he spoke he pried her legs apart more. "I am also very sure that if you do not do what you are told you are going to be in a lot of pain" He emphasized the last with a smack of his hand to her right cheek."
"OWwwwww!"
"Stop" Smack "your" Smack "Whining" Smack.
"OK OK"
"Rebekka! I said enough - that means nothing but yes sir."
"I'd rather eat worms." She knew better than to say it - she knew it the moment it left her lips and she was not surprised at all when his belt was removed.
"That will cost you and you know it."
"Oh, please Mr. K... Not the belt. I already have to take the enema - I'll be have I promise."
"Oh I know you will. And I am not going to spank you yet ... first I am going to give you your enema and then we'll see how you like holding it while being strapped." The whimpers she emitted were enough to tell him she did not like that idea at all.
Rebekka buried her head in her forearms and bit her lip. If there was one thing she had learned about her teacher it was he was true to his word. She felt his hand on her lower back and forced herself to unclench her buttocks. She did not need any further reminders to do as he was told. As his finger began again to swirl the cold lubricant around her bottomhole she had to fight back the urge to whimper and cry. His finger entered her to the first knuckle and continued to circle around inside of her. After what seemed like forever, but was in actuality only brief seconds his finger withdrew
"All right," he held the nozzle against her tight opening "take a deep breath as this goes in - Just relax."
Rebekka wondered how anyone could relax with a hose being shoved up there ass but did not share her thoughts with her teacher. Somehow she made it through the process and did not squirm or even fret. She heard a soft click and then began to feel the warm water as it entered her. Quiet tears streamed down her cheeks but she knew she had lost the battle. After a few minutes her stomach began to tighten and cramp.
"M-mr. K - my stomach - " her words made him clasp the clamp but his hand on the small of her back kept her from getting up.
"It will pass." His tone told her not to argue. But as terse as his voice was his hand was nothing but gentle as reached beneath her and massaged her lower abdomen. After a few minutes he stopped "Better?'
"Yes,...thank you. H-how m-much more is there?"
"Not too much, you're doing good." He opened the flow again and watched as she it her lip. It was not long before she began to cramp again. "Come on, Bekka, just a little more and we'll be done." He managed to get the rest of the enema into her without much fuss. "Good girl."
"Can I go - "
"DO NOT even ask?" He silenced her "I told you that you would have to hold that while I strapped you and I am not changing that now." She heard the belt slither from his waist. "And I do not expect you to have an accident either,"
"But it hurts! I have to go!"
SNAP CRACK! The belt lashed across her bottom "OWwwwww!" CRACK! It came down again. CRACK! "PLEEEEEEEEEASE - I " CRACK! "OHH! STOP PLEASE!" "The longer you carry on," CRACK "The more you get before I start counting" Crack! She groaned and tried to hold still as the cramping in her stomach was getting worse. When Steve saw she was settling down he took up the belt again. "25 - count them. Ready?"
"Y-yes sir."
"Very good" his hand rubbed over the marks on her bottom. Then he drew back and brought the belt down across the center of her backside.
"ONE-oh" CRACK. "T-two" CRACK "t-three -ouuuuuch" "Loose the sound effects a simple number will do." CRACK. "Four." She was not sure how she managed to get to ten but by eleven she was begging again. "Please MR. K.. please I cant take stay like this anymore - please."
"Fine get up." He seized her arm as she started to turn away "Ah ah ah.. I said get up not go to the bathroom...." Still holding her arm he led her to the chair at her desk. "Bend over the back of the chair hands flat on the seat."
"M-m AIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" She wailed as the belt caught her thigh "NOT a word" he positioned her himself "You will take the remainder of your strapping then you may go to the bathroom," he brought the strap down across her fleshy backside. After several minutes and no sound from her he popped her again lightly "Did you forget where we were I can start at one if you like?" "No no- - That was 12"
"All right then." Again his arm drew back and the strap bit into her already crimson bottom.
"13" The cramps were beginning to be unbearable. "Please, I cant take anymore."
CRACK! "14 - owwwwwww" CRACK "15...ohhhh" CRACK CRACK CRACK "18! Please" "Stop whining or its more" CRACK CRACK"
"20 Ohhhhhh" She collapsed over the chair
"One... two ... back in position or it's ten more" She struggled to do as told but managed before he got to five. "I'll give you the last five quickly." "Thank you sir." She made herself hold the position for the last five. "Good girl - you may go to the bathroom."
"Thank you sir." She flew into the bathroom without hesitation. "Ow -" "YOU may have trouble sitting on that sore bottom" he called to her through the door as he cleaned up.
"SO I NOTICED!" She called back and he could tell she was crying. She was still crying when she emerged almost a full fifteen minutes later. "I would not recommend skipping class again."
"I don't think I will." Bekka was caught off guard as he handed her a tissue "T-thank you."
"You are welcome. You'll probably be bit tried after that treatment, but please make sure you do your assignment."
"Yes, sir. I promise."
Rebekka
