It certainly wasn't my last spanking. I misbehaved a lot in my early years. Over time, I wondered what it would be like to be a spanker rather than a ...pankee.Twenty years later, I'm a maths teacher at the very school where I used to be taught. Misbehaving kids are a part of every classroom. However, there was this one girl, Georgia, who was determined to make my life hell. She would refuse to do her work, she would pelt other students with pens and be a general nuisance.Naturally, other. Beth also gets adventurous from time to time, especially if she's had a few cocktails.This particular adventure had been building for weeks. We planned to go to drop the k**s off at Beth's sister's house to attend a friend's wedding. We were most excited about having the rare opportunity to have a good time with some old friends, get a little liquored up, and have some long, loud sex anywhere in the house that we wanted to. We flirted and teased each other all week building the anticipation. We. Morse knew what havoc he would bring to my life when he invented the thing. On the surface it is a rather simple device. A motor, a few gears and cams and a needle bobbing up and down hypnotically. My wife has used this machine for years and never had a problem with it, but every time I come within six feet of it, it becomes a hypochondriac. Needles fall out, belts break, and gears grind. The thread tension becomes as erratic as the chart of a brain wave, leaving great gobs of thread on the. ' I was telling myself. 'God I wish I had a drink.' I took a deep breath and held it.'OK, drop your robe and come over here to this mark' Mr. Tsing interrupted my thoughts again referring to a masking tape 'X' on the floor. I had my back to the class. I didn't want to see anyone's face. 'If I could just catch my breath... damnit!' I took another deep breath and started fumbling with the belt on my robe. This was it. The belt had loosened. My heart was still pounding in my ears. I started to.