<br><br> ”You are my creative writing teacher. I plagiarized my assignment and you told me to see you at your house after class. The “new school policy"" states students caught cheating are subject to bare bottom spankings in front of the class. This is when you really play with me, explaining how the class is almost ALL GIRLS. You know I'm shy, so you talk about how embarrassing it'll be when you pull my pants and underwear down tomorrow in front of all of them, and how the girls will probably laugh and whole school will talk about it. And then talk about how you'll spank me in front of all those girls until I cry, and how I'll be a loser. You enjoy explaining that to me and laugh about it. Then you reveal your real plan of why you invited me to your house. You won't fail me, or strip/spank me tomorrow in front of those girls, if and only if I agree to do what you say right now. Your other teacher friends are coming over soon and you want me to be your houseboy for the day. Cleaning, serving drinks, BUTT NAKED in front of all of you. I reluctantly agree to your blackmail, because you remind me about those girls in class embarrassed and spanked in front of them. You order me to strip. The next day, you're addressing the class (not looking directly at me), and you say a student was caught plagiarizing his assignment. You then look directly at me and order me to come to the front of the class!”<br><br> The teacher gets to punish you twice! <BR><BR>