Lexa’s Student Teaching, Part I Too far, of course… as always… I always take it
Lexa’s Student Teaching, Part I Too far, of course… as always… I always take it too far…My beautiful friend Lexa is student teaching. “Must be aggravating sometimes,” I sympathized, “I know how teens can get.”“Yeah, sometimes… but so worth it, you know.”“Oh good… pity, in the old days you could have caned them.”She laughed. “Oh, come on, Lauren – that’s, like, internet stuff.” She was pretty well aware of my interests.“Okay, well, if you ever get too aggravated, you can always cane me…” I said, trying to make it sound like a joke.“If you ever need it, I will!” she promised. I immediately made plans to figure out the best way to ‘need’ it. “If only!” I answered. “God… assignments on time… studying when I’m supposed to…”“Hmmm – tempting! You even have a cane, don’t you?”I saw no need to answer that… “But that’s me… this is about your aggravation. There must be worse things…”“I suppose…”“Talking in class… always with the joke…”“Argh!” she growled, “Always with the joke… This one kid is the worst!”“Wish you could give him twelve of the best?” I said, wanting to nail down the count. I mean, why settle for six?“Do I ever!” She looked at me warningly. “Better be careful or I will, I swear!”“Well you should! I got that cane and I still don’t know what it feels like…” Trying it on myself was just embarrassing (don’t ask). “Okay how about this – you find yourself annoyed enough, give me a call, we’ll set it up.”“I could do that,” she said, clearly thinking of how exasperated she got at times.“We’ll meet up someplace…”“Oh I know where… there’s a place at the University library – the one for languages - that I can reserve, it’s always available.”“Great!” I told her, more than a little excited in at least a couple of ways. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”“Mind? If you’re willing – if you’re really that crazy – it would be my pleasure.” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. “I could even dress up for you, if you want.”Now my arousal was getting embarrassing. I was wondering if we’d make out after… or maybe sometime, with drinks… “You’re so sweet! Only, you know, if it’s no trouble…”“Oh no! It’d be fun! All… strict and stuff.”I thought I’d swoon at the thought.One more gambit…“And you can give me twelve for your jokester…”“Or jokesters,” she corrected.“And twelve for my study habits. You know, to encourage me to actually study when I’m sitting there supposedly studying.”“Two canings? Are you really that crazy?”“Hey,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, “When am I going to have another chance – to have some beautiful ‘strict teacher’ help straighten me out?”“Flattery, young lady, will get you nowhere,” she joked. “Except that it will get you this caning that you claim to need.”“Plus – seriously – I think it might do you a little good, on just the right day.”“On the right day? Try every day! Just thinking, ‘Okay, if this gets any worse, I’m going to call Lauren – and the library.’ It’s actually a really relaxing thought!”If I could complement that with a climax, you don’t know how relaxing, I thought – but one thing at a time.“You should probably take the cane with you, so you’ll have it when you want it.”“Lauren,” Lexa said so seriously I thought the whole thing had gone ‘poof’, “I really am not going to use it on a student!” We both laughed.***All set, maybe, right? Did not take long for Lexa to call. Be there at five, she said. Do not be late.At 4:40 I headed in the other direction so that I couldn’t chicken out – wanted to be sure to be five minutes late…Now it’s 5:10 and I’m almost there… -- source link