Miss Evans spanking 2 cont...

 Miss Evans was getting impatient. Her manner was hurting me
 deeply and I probably writhed and cowered visibly on the spot like
 an unhappy puppy. "Well, what's it to be? Do you want to go and
 see the headmaster, or shall I deal with it now?" 

 I couldn't face the idea of being caned yet also couldn't bear to be
 punished by her, my secret love. And yet it was hopeless. She
 looked so intensely angry I pictured myself bent over in the head's
 study and after a few moments of hesitation replied "I suppose I'd
 rather you dealt with it now, Miss Evans" Her name came out of my
 nervous mouth with such warmth I hoped she would be moved to
 forgive me. 

 She looked relieved and my heart rose for a few moments. Again in
 hindsight I suppose she didn't like the idea of actually sending
 someone to the head just for misbehaving after Lights Out lest he
 dismiss her complaint as trivial and she end up the one looking
 foolish with authority diminished. Her dignity versus my backside.
 An easy choice for her, I fear. 

 "Right, then, young man! I'm afraid I'm going to give you the
 slipper." We all knew that routine. a common dorm punishment
 which meant little. Such was my thought as I slowly went to the foot
 of my bed and bent over. Most slipperings were over in a flash. She
 went to the door and picked up one of the plimsolls lying there and
 came back to me, by now bent over my bed and feeling curious
 stirrings in my penis which up to that time had never, to my
 conscious knowledge, been erect. I seemed to find myself actually
 longing for this contact with my love. Very strange!