* You hear someone knocking on your door lightly, On the first floor, you heard like this, someone talked to your father for a long time. You could not imagine that he would knock on you door now*

H-Hello? Who's there?

* She comes in and brings a very heavy bag with her, with a kind face and smiling broadly she says * Hello Claire. I'm your new personal teacher. You can call me Ms. Flatcher.

Oh! Ok Ms. Fatchest. * She grins as she intentionally messes up Flatcher's name *

Ms F-lat-che-R sweety .. *Without asking, she crosses the threshold of the room and sits on the sofa, dragging her bag. She looks around the room and this whole mess * "I know about your problems ... and together we will try to solve them. What ? Do you think I am one of your endless teachers in various lessons?? I see so much weariness in your eyes...

Problems? What problems Ms. Fatchest? And yes i do think you look like one of those teachers. *Goes over to a chair to sit down on it, pushing some books she left on the chair onto the floor and making a bigger mess before sitting down*

*She looked annoyed at the falling books, and tried to gauge Claire's reaction* Well, akhem for example, your failed language test. Mom also asked to reconsider your question of the politeness of a conversation with your parents ... And friends of your parents ...

Hah, being polite is for losers, and I'm not a loser. Same goes for tests, i don't give a damn about tests!

*She laughed * Oh, that's so cute, ok girl, let's work on it. How about doing some good language work this weekend. I want to tell you that I am an unusual teacher - and I have a good command of the ancient secret art that will help you solve all your problems...

A-Ancient secret art? *Clearly shows some fear in her reaction*

yeah, since what about doing this weekend, work on the lessons. Yes or no? * She smiles very kindly *

But I don't want to do lessons.....only losers do lessons Ms Fatchest. *sticks her tongue out at Flatcher to annoy her*

*She quickly removes the smile from her face and her gaze becomes like a stone * "Well, then stand here. Put your hands on the side of the bed and bend over.

H-H-Huh? W-Why?

Sweety shhh!.... is not "Whyy" but "immediately" * She opens bag with a slight movement of her hand * "It's not difficult, hands here ... take it, here." * She gently takes you by the hand and drags you to the bed *

L-let go of me! *tries to struggle*

*She takes you with some strange grip by the ear. This has never been done to you, you don’t know how to react. But her voice is absolutely Strongly and Clam* If I say they got into position. So you have to get into position. From now on, you will do what I say. We will work on this together. Clear?

F-Fine.....Ms. Fatchest. *she finally gives in and gets into position*

digging in the bag and spreading your legs a little wider. She pulls out of the bag something that you have never seen in your life. It was some kind of cane. She was very thin and light in color. The teacher winked at you and looked inquiringly. Spending it in the air. Your worst assumptions have come true * - I will familiarize you with the prospects for bad behavior.

H-huh?! What is that thing you h-have?

Before you could react. This thing has landed on your Butt very accurately. You felt like a bee bit you with a big sting (Though you've never been bitten by a bee) But you felt so * WHoooooooooshhhh SMACK *

OWW! T-THAT HURT!

* he next blow followed AT THE SAME PLACE! *WWWWWHHHOSH SMACK* The pain increased three times and made you jump * Hands! Keep your hands on the side of the bed! What is my name, I can't hear?

OWWWWWW! It's M--M-MS. F-F-FATCHEST! *She doesn't want to give in yet and keeps taunting her*

*Another blow followed. He was even stronger and got closer to his feet, * WSHOOOOOOWSSH * SPLASH * - Ms. Flatcher silly! * Another one - WHHHOOOSH * * TWUMB * - Understand !? Stand still! *Maybe if you scream your parents will her... or not.. this teacher like a stone golem*

OWWWWW! S-STOP PLEASE! IT'S MS. FLATCHER! MS. FLATCHER! OWWWWW! *Her owwing has gotten to a screaming type of audio level*

*She stopped then smiling and looks at your tears, walks in circles * As you can see - it works. From now on, there will be no more "losers who teach lessons". There will be only one loser. It's your butt - and if it doesn't teach lessons. You are a very smart and capable girl, you just need help to discover your talents. Can you hear me? Why are you crying. you understand?

Y-YES MS. FATCHES--OPPS!

*WSHHHOOOWSS SMAACK*

OWWWW! SORRY MS. FLATCHER! *She said while sobbing*

Fine. Now we get up, unbend, hold our hands behind our heads * - This pose will be called waiting. Between upbringing or in anticipation of punishment, you will wait like this.

Y-Yes Ms. Flatcher! *She does exactly as she was commanded*

* She sits on opposite and looks carefully. * Great, now we'll talk about how you will spend this weekend

Yes Ms. Flatcher.....

You will work with a literature test. I'll let you walk down the street for one hour and you can play your Pl-a --... eh ... station 6 for no more than an hour. But then next week I will ... check

Yes Ms. Flatcher i will do as you say.....

*Your moom was entered to your room* Hello *she look at you and*

Huh?

*She looks at you * "You need answer Hello Moom."

Hello Mother.......

*She looks at the frightened and spanked you who is standing with her hands over her head as if this is the way it should be * - Hm... I will not disturb you. I just want to say that we will have a trip to the business center this week for my business meeting. And I want you to be good. And clear your room please

Ow....Yes Mother....

I close the door. for not distorb your process.

*She mutters "stupid mother and teacher" under her breath*

Claire!

SORRY!

Bend over! I see this work is not enogh!

NO! PLEASE RECONSIDER MS. FLATCHER!

If you don't bend over i give you a strap. Didi you want a strap little silly or you just bend and take it like a proper.

A s-strap?