Fantasy - New Student's Welcome

"First day at your new school and this is what greets you..."

Okay, so this Quick Fantasy and Art piece are both unexpected, unplanned and totally new! I wrote a quick little information post earlier today, just as a bit of backstory for anyone who might be new here lately, but then decided I wanted to give the post a little piece of decorative art. I nearly reused an old one, then thought "Nah, I'll quickly whip up something new!" Four or so hours later... this piece was the result!

Despite the unplanned nature of the piece, I really enjoyed making it. Of course, as usual when I'm making a new artwork, I immediately started fantasizing and imagining scenarios while working...

I love "welcome spankings". Just the absolute unfairness and "new things are scary anyway" tone, even in the most "friendly" of welcome spankings is something I find a thrilling concept. Any kind, any situational excuse. Welcome to Auntie's House for the weekend. Welcome to Reform School. Welcome to your new overseas host family. Welcome to the new club. Welcome to your new school or class.

That's the scenario that popped into my head as I started working on the concept of "hot teacher with a blackboard welcoming new students to class", to reflect the "newcomers message" I was posting. Pretty soon, the scenario ran away in my mind...

It's your first day at a new school. You don't know anybody there, so it's a bit scary. Your new uniform is uncomfortable, much more restrictive than the one at your laid-back previous school. You really hope your first day goes well!

That morning, you sit nervously in the middle row. Nobody talks to you, but you notice a few looking in your direction and then quickly looking away.

The teacher arrives, and you're stunned at how attractive she is; tall with long blonde hair, breasts straining her dark sweater and gorgeous long, smooth legs shown off by her surprisingly short skirt.

"Good morning, class," she says cheerfully.

"Good morning, Miss," you reply with the others.

You swallow hard as the teacher looks in your direction. "I see we have a new classmate, everyone." With a smile, she gestures. "Stand up and introduce yourself, please."

You obey, still rather nervous.

The teacher smiles and turns to the board, chalk squeaking as she writes. When she moves away, you gasp in horror at the words she has written!

Beneath your name are the words "Welcome Paddling: 30 Swats (on the bare)".

A paddling?! Here?! Now?! For what?! It's your first day! You haven't even been here long enough to get in trouble yet! While you'd heard rumors that the teachers here were allowed to paddle students, you'd expected it was only when they misbehaved!

"It's a school tradition, I'm afraid," the teacher explains when you try to protest, though her smirk belies her rueful tone. "Every new boy who joins after the first day of term gets a Welcome Paddling. Thirty good hard swats, on the bare bottom."

This is unfair! This is crazy! Surely she's joking? You glance around the classroom, but nobody is laughing.

The teacher reaches under her desk and - to your wide-eyed horror - produces a large wooden spanking paddle. It looks formidable and heavy, its smooth surface glistening in the neon light of the classroom as the teacher turns and hefts it in her hands.

She smacks the paddle playfully against her palm, and the sharp crack makes you flinch and wince.

"Ever been paddled before?" she asks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You shake your head, heart pounding in your chest. "N-no, Miss."

Your new teacher smiles wickedly, eyes sparklingly. "Well, then this will be an extra special experience for you, won't it? Your first day here at your new school and your first ever bare-bottom paddling!"

Tears well in your eyes at the thought. You can't believe this is happening! As nervous as you were when you got ready for school this morning, never in your worst nightmares did you imagine your first day starting like this!

"Now, now... chin up! Let's see a brave face!" your new teacher chides teasingly, noting your clear distress. "Be a brave little soldier for us and march up here to the front of the class so I can give you your Welcome Paddling. Once we're done, we can begin today's class."

Your legs feel like jelly as you stumble past the rows of desks to the front of the classroom. The smiling teacher watches you the whole way. When you are finally standing in front of her desk, she waves the paddle towards your waist.

"Pants down, please," she instructs. "It wouldn't be a proper welcome if it's not on the bare!"

"But... but Miss..." you whisper, blushing, eyes downcast shamefully at the toes of her shiny black pumps.

"Oh, alright!" she chuckles. "I know you new boys are sometimes shy and need help..."

With that, she places the paddle on her desk and reaches down to unfasten your school shorts, unsnapping and unzipping them and then sending them southward to form a puddle around your feet with a sharp tug.

"There we go!" she announces. Your back is to the class, but you feel totally exposed, sure that everyone is now staring at the seat of your white cotton underpants!

Walking around from behind her desk, your new teacher picks up the paddle again (up close, it looks even bigger and more terrifying!) and taps it against the desktop in front of you.

"Now, bend over the desk, please," she instructs firmly. "Head down, bottom up. Knees straight, feet together."

You obey, heartbeat now a pounding, deafening roar. As you lean forward against the cool, hard surface of the desk, you notice your hands are trembling.

"You might want to grab hold of the other side of the desk," your teacher suggests casually. "Most first-timers seem to find that helps."

As you reach forward and tightly grip the far edge of the big desk, feeling your backside thrust out towards your watching new classmates, you feel a gentle scratch of fingernails as slender female fingers are hooked into the sides of your underpants' waistband.

"Oh no, Miss!" you gasp, unable to help yourself.

"Oh yes, boy!" comes your teacher's amused reply. You can feel, if not see, her smirk. "Welcome Paddlings - in fact all paddlings at this school - are always given on the bare bottom!"

With that, she peels your cotton underpants down to your knees, causing a wave of gooseflesh to ripple across your quivering buttocks as they are bared to the cool air and gazes of the entire classroom.

"Oooh!" you squeal softly as something hard and cold is pressed against your naked, out-thrust cheeks. The paddle.

"Hold on tight now," your teacher warns. "Welcome paddling or not, if you jump up or move out of position, we start over. Understand?"

You nod fearfully. A tear trickles down your cheek.

"You've got thirty swats to come for your welcome paddling. They're going to be good and hard, and I'm afraid they are going to really hurt! But like I said, it's a school tradition."

Teasingly, the teacher taps the paddle gently against your defenseless bare buttocks, then removes it again.

Your whole body tenses, wincing and screwing your eyes shut as you await what you know is coming.

"Ready?" she asks, but doesn't wait for a reply. You whimper as you hear her swing the huge paddle over her shoulder with a whoosh of air. "Here it comes...!"

WHACKKKK!!!

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Totally unplanned, and written in a rush (so apologies for the rough "stream of consciousness" style!) but hope it was enjoyed.

Oh, and in case anyone's looking at her and wondering: any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely co-incidental. ;)