Teacher’s Pet, PT 25: Panties Up or Panties Down?

Terra releases you from the hug, leaving you standing there feeling sort of sorry for yourself and very hot bottomed. The paddle leaves a hell of an impression, and you’re pretty sure you won’t be sitting comfortably for at least a couple of days. Though she’s not hugging you anymore, you’re still filled with the closeness you felt when she held you. In spite of the pain in your butt, and the sulkiness you can’t quite help after being paddled like that, you feel sort of… good.

“You can pull your pants back up, if you like,” she suggests.

Oh god, you’re still halfway butt naked in front of her. The impulse to cover up is matched on the other side by the burn and sting. Your pants are kind of tight, and pulling them over a sore butt is going to make you really uncomfortable.

What next, cadet?

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Teacher’s Pet, PT 24: Getting The Paddle

You scurry to Terra’s office, hands on your butt to protect yourself from her palm. Terra strides along behind you, her demeanor alone keeping you several steps ahead. You reach her office in record time and she shuts the door behind you both. The sound of the snib hitting the latch gives you an ominous feeling all over.

“Bend over,” she says, pointing at her desk.


Terra scruffs you like a kitten, taking hold of the back of your neck and presses you down against the desk, pinning you easily in place. You squirm, but she’s stronger than you and damn determined. In seconds, your pants and panties are both gone, whisked down by her fingers which hook in both.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 23: Big Mistake

“Like I said, you were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you,” you repeat with a bit more attitude.

As soon as the words leave your lips, you know you’ve made a big mistake. You can hear how snotty and spoiled you sound. Terra’s expression changes in an instant. The good will, the warmth, the slight hint of indulgence is gone to be replaced with the stern mask of a pissed off academy instructor.

“When I tell you to report, you report,” she growls. “I don’t care if I’m behind six feet of lead, you chew your way through it and you report to me, understand, cadet?”

She draws herself up, and you notice again just how tall she is and just how small you feel in her presence. Her hands go to her hips as her eyes narrow at you, pupils contracting in an expression which chills you to your core.

“To my office, cadet,” she snaps. “On the double!”

You hesitate for half a second – too long for Terra. She reaches out, grabs your arm and spins you around. Her palm lands on your butt in a blazing slap that jolts you a full step forward. You gasp and turn to look at her as your cheeks sting hot.

“Move, cadet!” Her brows are drawn down in an expression of pure stern determination. She is not pleased with you, not one bit.


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Teacher’s Pet, PT 22: Jealousy

You turn and walk away, feeling a knot in your stomach as you try not to think about what must have been going on in Terra’s office. You soon have another class which totally fails to keep your mind off things, and then another, and by the time the day ends, you’re more than ready for a few drinks in the common room with your friends.

They’re drinking to get happy. You’re drinking to forget. Everybody is enjoying themselves and you’re mustering enough of a smile to ensure that nobody really notices that you’re quite miserable.

You wonder how everyone else always seems to have such an easy time. It seems so simple for them.

“Please,” Suki says, practically crawling up on your knee. She’s had quite a few and is looking very pink around the cheeks. She’s dressed herself in a very, very short skirt which is hiding less than nothing as she draws her legs up onto your lap. “You have to introduce me to Boris.”
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 21: Rumor, or Reality?

Lunch is soon over, and it’s time to report to Terra. She and Morsey excused themselves from lunch before you and your friends were done. They left the canteen together, much to your chagrin. Unlike you, your friends are all in a good mood. There’s a party tonight in the common room and they’re looking forward to it, but you’re not quite in the spirit.

“You’re coming though, right?” Suki makes big eyes at you. You know why she wants you to go. She wants you to hook her up with Boris.

“I don’t know, maybe,” you shrug. “I’ll see.”

“You’re in danger,” she says suddenly.

“What?” You frown at her.

“In danger of becoming SERIOUSLY boring,” she grins. “You have to come.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you repeat yourself. That doesn’t satisfy her, but the bell for the end of lunch just rang and you all have places to be. You have Terra to report to.

You feel a now familiar nervous excitement as you approach Terra’s office. You tell yourself that there are lots of reasons why Morsey and Terra might be talking. They’re both instructors, after all. Maybe Terra is trying to teach Morsey how to get a handle on her classes. It doesn’t mean there’s anything between them. Suki’s always spreading rumors and they’re hardly ever true.

You stop outside Terra’s office door and lift your hand to knock. Before you can, you hear giggling inside, a soft, feminine sound.

“Oh you’re so naughty!”

That’s Morsey’s voice. You just spent an hour listening to it before lunch. Your hand freezes in the air as you’re suddenly faced with a flood of feelings and several options for action.

What do you do?

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…. annnndd now it’s on fire.

Long time readers of this blog will be familiar with the recent issues with earthquakes knocking down half the city and then making it very difficult to get it rebuilt. It’s only been a couple months since we were standing on the Port Hills at 2am to avoid a potential tsunami… and now those same hills are on fire. Have been for two days, but we’ve just gotten around to declaring a state of emergency. Didn’t want to rush things I guess. I asked my partner what we’d do if there was another tsunami warning while the fire is still burning out of control.

He smiled and said proudly: “We’ll just go halfway up the hills – between a rock and a hard place.”

So we’ve got that potential problem sorted anyway.

Teacher’s Pet, PT 20: Too Old, Too Young; Hot, or Not?

“I’m just saying,” Suki whispers as Instructor Morley finally begins the class. “Terra’s old.”

Old? Not once have you looked at Terra and thought she was old. She’s mature, yes. Strong, for certain. And she was a confident figure leading your unit when you were filled with nerves, wondering if you were actually going to make it through the academy’s training. Age is about the last thing you think about with Terra – except maybe when she talks to you like you should still be in diapers. Continue reading

Teacher’s Pet, PT 19: So Many Feelings

“I’m sorry, Instructor Terra,” you say. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable yesterday. I’m sorry I was late this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was so… nervous about everything. I’m sorry I’ve let you down and made you punish me.”

She looks at you and you see her wavering.

“I think I’m going to regret this, cadet,” she says, putting the paddle back down on the desk. “But you’re free to go. You’re still on report, so check in with me after lunch, understand?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am!” You don’t have to fake enthusiasm and gratitude, you’re filled with both. You could practically hug her, except after everything she’s said, you don’t dare.
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Teacher’s Pet, PT 18: Bend Over, Young Lady

You hesitate for a second. That doesn’t go down well. Terra takes you by the hand, twists you around and lands two slaps on your bottom hard enough to make you skip up onto your toes.

“To my office, cadet,” she repeats. You can’t help but notice that she’s being really intensely stern. You know what awaits you in the office won’t be good for your butt, if Nina’s swats are anything to go by.

“Uh, maybe I will take that transfer to another instructor after all,” you quip. It earns you another hard slap right to the center of your cheeks.
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Seeking Terra

So I’m on the search for a stock photo of someone who looks enough like Nina Terra for the book that I will inevitably write based on this series because I’m so into it right now. Turns out it’s really hard to find stock photos of a woman over 40 who doesn’t look like she’s just had a heartwarming conversation about incontinence products.

They all know something about absorbency you don’t…

There are stock pictures of real women in military uniforms who look *so* much like Terra, but they’re obviously real people doing real things (as opposed to models doing model things) and I can’t use them on a cover.


I was giving up hope, in so many things – and then I found this picture titled “Pam Gun”

This cracks me up so bad. Her silly smile just like, yeah, this is a thing I do while dressed in my office attire. Trigger Discipline? Is that the new 50 Shades movie?

Goddamit, Pam! You can’t pull a piece every time someone asks you for the TPS reports. Someone call HR!

Teacher’s Pet, PT 17: Terra-ble Trouble

After one of the worst night’s sleep of your life, you wake up to an empty dorm. Immediately, you know something is wrong. You don’t want to look at your alarm clock. You don’t want to know how late you are. You know you’re late for sure, because you actually feel pretty rested, and the way you were tossing and turning all night, there’s no way you would feel this good if you’d gotten up on time.

Class starts at 8.30 am. Maybe you’ve just missed breakfast. Maybe you can still make it if you pull on your uniform and run… “FUCK!”

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Teacher’s Pet, PT 16: Red Cheeked

Terra’s lips quirk. “It has been a long time since anyone argued over their bed time with me,” she muses. “Then again, I suppose I did take you over my knee and spank you, so a little regression isn’t entirely unexpected.”

You have never blushed so thoroughly before. You feel as though your face might burst into flames from the heat it is generating. The way Terra is talking to you is, well, it’s patronizing, but in a way which leaves you squirming.

You find yourself wishing you’d gone to the common room. If you’d done that, you’d be having a cold drink with some of your cohort and unwinding before lights out. Instead, you’ve made a fool of yourself in front of Terra. It’s becoming really clear that she thinks of you as some little cadet to be lectured and ordered around.

As the embarrassment really sets in, you start to feel mad. Mad at yourself for giving into the impulse to follow after her like a puppy dog, mad at Terra for talking to you that way. You’re a full grown adult woman, just like her, even if she doesn’t seem to realize it. And even if you can’t seem to act like it.
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