A Big Help - Part 4 (Patreon)

"Seriously?" Kaitlyn smirked, leaning back in her desk. "Honestly, Melissa... I babysit for your baby sister, and I bet even she knew the answer to that... And she still wets the bed!"

The cheerleader smiled, hearing the laughter ripple throughout the classroom as the other girl shrank in her seat, blushing. Katy was exaggerating, of course, though not by much... It had been a pretty simple question, she thought, and if Melissa hadn't known the answer, she shouldn't have bothered raising her hand. She was always so concerned with looking smart; too bad she wasn't.

Perhaps it was a personal vendetta that drove Kaitlyn to mock her then... She didn't need much of an excuse, really, but she was typically at least a bit more subtle about it when she was in the middle of class. She'd heard that Melissa was making fun of the cheerleading squad, however, using that old stereotype that they were all stupid, and that had always pissed her off. Some of the girls on her squad could be airheads, sure; so could anyone.

For Kaitlyn's part, she knew she was one of the best students in the school, as well as the head cheerleader, and, on top of all that, she was pretty successful as a babysitter, making more money at that than most of her classmates did at the fast food jobs they were lucky to be able to get.What was the point of all that if she couldn't lord it over them every now and then? 

Of course, whether it felt that way or not, she wasn't the top of the food chain. "Miss Kaitlyn," the teacher snapped, "come up to my desk, young lady."

Kaitlyn heard a chorus of, "Ooo"s arise from the desks around her. It was obvious why... Ms. Rivero was a famously strict teacher, one who loved threatening her students with old-school discipline, like spankings, to keep them in line. Kaitlyn saw through all that, however... There was no way the woman would actually do that, especially not to her.

"Sure," she shrugged, slinking out of her desk, sashaying her way to the front of the room. "Do you need something, Ms. Rivero?" she asked, looking down on the petite teacher.

"No," she replied. "But you do. I've had enough of your behavior, young lady... Bend over the desk right now."

Kaitlyn wiggled her hips suggestively. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she said, her short skirt swaying, barely keeping her underwear hidden. 

"Your disregard for the dress code is hardly my fault," the teacher huffed. "If you like, though, I can send you to the principal for that afterwards, too. Bend over."

Kaitlyn turned, giving the rest of the class a wink. "You'd better look away, you naughty boys," she teased. "I'm trusting you..."

They wouldn't, of course, but she didn't mind... If they wanted to gawk at her body, she was more than willing to let them. It would give them even more reason to come watch her cheer, to try to get another glimpse, since she knew they'd want to come back for more. 

"I've been so naughty," she leaned over, stretching across Ms. Rivero's desk. "Are you going to teach me a lesson?"

"I certainly am," the woman opened up her desk drawer, taking out a large, wooden hairbrush. Kaitlyn's eyes widened, her body starting to straighten back up, but Ms. Rivero was already back on the other side of the desk, one hand on the small of her back, pushing her back down. "This is what bullies like you get, young lady..."

Kaitlyn had never been spanked before, at least not that she recalled... She supposed it was possible her father had done it once or twice when she was very little, too small for her to remember. That was, after all, when it was appropriate, if ever... It definitely wasn't something that ought to be done to her now, as a high school senior, an adult, technically, at 18, and definitely far more mature than her classmates.

Therefore, she had no idea what to expect, and, even if she had, she wouldn't have known what this was going to be like, what Ms. Rivero thought was appropriate to do to one of her students. The cheerleader gulped, squirming, feeling the woman's hand on her, suddenly regretting complying so easily, her position making it difficult to resist, despite being bigger than the teacher.

She wasn't going to beg... A part of her mind almost caved and began whining and whimpering for mercy before anything had even happened, but she wasn't going to sink that low. There was still a chance this was a bluff, that it was all for show, trying to get that very reaction, and she wasn't going to give Ms. Rivero the satisfaction.

And then, as she tried to calm her breathing, to center herself, the woman grabbed the hem of her skirt, flipped it up. Everyone had definitely been able to see a hint of her underwear already, but now, they were seeing the whole thing, right on display. She heard giggling, shifting in seats, as her face started to burn, her confidence wavering... If Ms. Rivero was willing to do that, in front of the class... Well, maybe a spanking wasn't so far-fetched after all.

"I-I'm sorry, Melissa, okay?" she called. "You aren't that dumb, I guess... Just tell Ms. Rivero..."

Her half-hearted apology was cut off by a loud smack of wood on flesh, and an even louder yelp as the sting of the impact sank in. "Ow!" Kaitlyn reached back to rub her bottom, shocked that the woman had gone through with it, and swung that hairbrush so hard. "Wh-What is wrong with..?"

The teacher pushed her hand aside, swatting Katy's rear again, this time aiming for the other side. "St-Stop it!" Kaitlyn, horrified, realized she was already, after only two spanks, breaking her resolution, resorting to begging. She'd never thought it would be like this... "I-I'm sorry!"

But it didn't matter. Ms. Rivero started the spanking in earnest then, raining the hairbrush down on her, time after time, switching back and forth between cheeks so that the cheerleader didn't know what to expect. In no time, Katy was bawling in front of the class, feeling her perfectly toned butt growing pink and swollen.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it... Just when the crying girl thought she couldn't take any more, she felt something else happening, something somehow even worse. "N-No!" she whimpered, praying she was mistaken, fighting to make it stop, more aware than ever that she was at the head of the class, her bottom in the air, on display...

Any hope she had that it would go unnoticed was instantly squashed. There had been some giggling at first, surely from some of her victims, seeing her put in her place. It had stopped before long as they realized how serious this was, how far Ms. Rivero was willing to go, probably imagining themselves up there, if they slipped up...

It started up again, however, as the spanked girl's bladder let go. The fabric of her panties grew warm and wet, and, for a split second, she thought that, somehow, it would contain it all... Then it began to run down her legs, soaking into her socks, dripping onto the floor beneath her. She was peeing her pants, right in front of everyone!

She barely registered the spanking coming to an end as she suffered through this newest indignity. "Well, well, well," Ms. Rivero chuckled, standing above her. "I guess Melissa's baby sister is better than you, too, isn't she? She only wets herself at night... And look at you. It's too bad I don't have diapers to put you in, isn't it, you little pants-wetter? Because you deserve it, don't you?"

Katy sniffled, staring up at her, seeing that she wanted a reply. After everything that had happened, as humiliating as it was, all she could think to say was, "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

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"Oof," the school nurse shook her head. "Looks like Cynthia went too far again..."

"Sh-She really has done this before?" Kaitlyn asked, fidgeting awkwardly as the woman examined her. She supposed it shouldn't be a surprise, but she'd assumed they were just rumors, nothing more. 

"You'll be all right," the nurse promised. "It'll just take a couple days to heal... Why don't you go ahead and go home for the day?"

Kaitlyn was happy to do that, even if it meant missing practice for the day. There was no way she was going to put on her uniform and let her squad see her this way, though, the pink of her spanking peeking out from under her skirt... She drove herself home, changing into some pajama pants to hide the evidence from her family.

She couldn't do anything about the soreness, however, and her little sister, Tricia, noticed her squirming as they sat and watched TV, waiting for their parents to get home from work. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Katy blushed, not wanting to admit to being spanked in front of the second grader... And definitely not going to tell her that she'd peed her pants.

"Are you sure?" Tricia tried again, after a couple minutes

"I'm fine!" Kaitlyn snapped, immediately regretting it when she saw tears springing to her sister's eyes. "I'm sorry," she gave the girl a hug. "I'm just in a bad mood, sweetie."

Tricia nodded sagely. "How come?"

"It's... complicated," Katy sighed. "My teacher is a pain." That was putting it lightly... "Ugh," she shook her head, thinking about what had happened again. "Cynthia," she muttered to herself. Ms. Rivero was so strict, Katy couldn't recall her using her first name with her class, always wanting to be address more formally. After hearing it from the nurse, however, it sounded right. "Cynthia Rivero... What a..." She held herself back, not wanting to curse in front of her sister.

"Oh, I know her!" Tricia's eyes lit up. 

"You... do?" Kaitlyn frowned. How was that possible? Where in the world would Tricia have met that awful woman?

"I think so," Tricia replied. "We called her Ms. Cindi most of the time, though. She was always so nice! She loved playing with us! I think Ms. Bev called her Cynthia sometimes... Not very often." She giggled.

"That doesn't sound like her," Katy shook her head. "It's probably another Cynthia."

"No," Tricia whined. "That was her name! She taught me kindergarten!"

Kaitlyn sighed, seeing she wasn't going to win. "Okay, okay, if you say so."

"She was!" Tricia insisted. "Let me find my class picture!" She hopped off the sofa, running to her room. Kaitlyn wasn't expecting much, but, sure enough, when her sister returned, there was no mistaking the woman in the photo. 

"Huh," Katy blinked. "She must have really changed..."

"Oh, yeah, all the time," Tricia nodded. "Anytime she acted kind of mean, Ms. Bev," she pointed at the other grown-up in the picture, "would say... umm..." she frowned, thinking, then shrugged, "something, and then she got so much nicer... She was kind of a baby, though."

"Really?" Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow. "Every time? That's... interesting... I don't suppose you remember Ms. Bev's last name, too, do you? I think maybe I should go talk to her..."