Julie's pov

I fear the worst as I step off the late bus and head into the Center, knowing either Shane, or Mike, or both have been informed of the punishment Dean Banfeld so skillfully administered this afternoon. Luckily, Mike is an ocean away on another continent so I know I won't have to face him today. I walk through the front door, however, to find Shane angrily awaiting my arrival. He places his left hand over his mouth, narrows his eyes, and briefly shakes his head from side to side indicating his disbelief and disgust with my punishment inducing behavior.

"YOU HAVE A HELLUVA LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO, YOUNG LADY!"

Ouch, less than a minute in and I've already been, "young ladied."

"MY ROOM, NOW!" Shane shouts, as he roughly grabs my left arm and drags me to his room. He flings open his door and practically throws me into the chair in the corner. He's so upset, I can hear every loud exaggerated breath he takes.

"Care to explain to me why I received not one but two phone calls from the school today regarding your disobedient and disrespectful behavior?"

"Well, I was..." I try to explain, but Shane cuts me off.

"SERIOUSLY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, JULIE?" Shane is pacing the floor and gesturing wildly, alternating between waving his hands in the air and placing them on his hips.

"We had an..." maybe now Shane will let me tell my side of the story.

"What exactly did you do, Julie, that warranted a paddling from the dean?"

No such luck. Shane interrupts me again.

"How can you be so irresponsible, Julie?"

I don't even bother opening my mouth at this point.

"I asked you a question, Julie, and I expect an answer."

I make the mistake of rolling my eyes, unaware that Shane is now staring directly at me, actually awaiting my response.

"Did you honestly have the gall to roll your eyes at me right now?" Shane yanks me out of the chair and delivers five sharp spanks to my behind as he stands me upright.

"Owww!" I reach back and rub my now stinging bottom. Shit, he spanks hard when he's upset and it doesn't help that it's on top of a recent paddling.

"It's not difficult to see why you're being punished at school for exhibiting disrespectful behavior when you act this way at home."

"ISN'T RESPECT SUPPOSED TO BE EARNED, SHANE? How can I possibly respect Mr. Kemp when he treats me so unfairly? He's a crude sexist bully. I HAVE ZERO RESPECT FOR THAT MAN," I say, getting all worked up. My cheeks are flushed and my pulse is racing as I think about how much I dislike Mr. Kemp.

"There's a difference between respecting a man or a woman and respecting their position of authority, Julie," Shane responds calmly, which surprises me. "I had a CO in the Navy who was not a decent human being. He definitely did not earn my respect as a man but he had my respect as my CO. The point I'm trying to make is that you don't have to respect Mr. Kemp as a man but you do have to respect his position as a teacher at your school and in that position he has authority over you. So let me tell you that every time you set foot in that building and interact with him, you are the student and he is the teacher and therefore he garners your respect. Understand?"

"Whatever, I guess so." I'm too stubborn to admit his argument is valid.

Shane has yet to let go of my left arm since he yanked me out of the chair and his grip is only getting tighter.

"Anyway, Dean Banfeld already punished me. So can't we just let this go?"

"Oh my gosh," Shane says, in utter shock. He releases his grip as he throws his arms up above his head and chuckles in disbelief at my apparently absurd request. "I CANNOT believe those words came out of your mouth right now." He's genuinely surprised. Shane shakes his head and pushes his suit coat back as his hands again return to his hips. "How many times have Mike and I told you girls that if you're in trouble at school, you're..."

"In trouble at home," I finish one of Shane's and Mike's favorite mantras, in a tone that does little to hide my annoyance with this conversation.

Shane's demeanor quickly darkens. I have a feeling this conversation is over now. My theory is confirmed as Shane slowly and deliberately unbuckles his belt without ever breaking eye contact with me.

I gulp and hold my breath, knowing I've pushed him well past his patience level.

"I don't know when this lack of respect for authority started, Julie, but I do know IT ENDS NOW," Shane says menacingly, as he folds his belt over, gripping the buckle tightly in his clenched fist. "Bend over the bed, Julie."

His cold tone gives me literal goosebumps. I swallow hard and look at him with pleading eyes, trying to find a way out of this punishment. My bottom is still sore from Dean Banfeld's handiwork with the paddle. I don't think I can tolerate getting spanked with Shane's belt on top of that.

"Please, Shane, don't. I'm sorry, I promise I'll try to be more respectful to Mr. Kemp." I'm not too prideful to beg at this point.

"Oh, I plan on ensuring you treat him with respect, Julie. I'll be having a conference call with him every Friday afternoon to discuss your demeanor and behavior for the week and if he has anything even slightly negative to say about either, you will find yourself right back in this position receiving a reminder from my belt on how to respect authority. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Yes sir." I have a sinking feeling I won't be sitting down much on Saturdays for quite awhile.

"BEND!" Shane motions with his head towards his bed. "And lower your pants."

Knowing I can't delay this punishment any longer, I reluctantly resign myself to accept it with dignity. Unfortunately, after just three strokes with Shane's belt, my dignity goes out the window. With just the protection of my polycotton blend bikini briefs shielding my bottom from his wicked leather strap, I'm full on sobbing now and begging him to stop, however, he's Hell bent on driving this lesson home so he ignores my pleas and continues to strike my bottom harshly, without mercy.

"You will count the last ten followed by I apologize for my disrespectful behavior sir. Understand?"

"Yeah."

Shane spanks my right thigh sharply with his hand three times. I swear his hand slaps harder and stings more than his belt. I inhale sharply and stamp my right foot.

"How about a proper response now?"

I try to get the words out, amidst tears and shallow breaths.

"Yes, I mean, yes sir. I'm sorry." I can't stop myself from reaching back and rubbing my sore backside.

"It's becoming very clear to me that I've been lax in enforcing consequences for your disrespectful behavior lately, Julie. That's on me, and I apologize if I have in any way given you the impression that such insolence will be tolerated or ignored. I assure you, from now on the consequences will be swift and severe for each and every infraction. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." I really shouldn't be surprised that this is such a hot button issue with Shane. He certainly values respect above all else.

SMACK

"One, I apologize for my disrespectful behavior, sir."

SMACK

"Two, I apologize for my disrespectful behavior, sir." Fuck he's hitting hard.

Shane lands all ten strokes directly across my sit spots, making it nearly impossible to hold my position and keep count through my painful yelps but somehow, I manage to get through it.

After the tenth stroke, Shane places his belt on his bed and pulls me into his chest. He rests his chin on top of my head and gently pats my bottom as he slowly sways me back and forth. I return his embrace by circling my arms around his back. I feel bad knowing I've disappointed him.

After a couple of minutes have passed, Shane pulls back, holds me at arm's length and softly but sternly says, "I trust there'll be changes in your attitude and behavior now, Julie."

I pull up my pants, just now realizing I've been standing here in my underwear.

Shane brushes a tear from my face and continues to gently stroke my cheek with his thumb.

"Am I correct in that assumption?"

"Yes sir," I say quietly, tearing up again knowing I'm the reason behind the sadness I detect in his voice.

Shane's pov

After I send Julie to her room with one more stinging slap to her behind as a warning to keep her behavior and attitude in check, I take a moment to sit at my desk and reflect on the events of this past week. I wish Mike wasn't in Africa right now. I could really benefit from his advice.

As I check the time, I realize it's not too late at night where Mike's at for me to try calling him. Thankfully, he picks up on the third ring. I fill him in on what's been going on with Lisa and Julie and their science teacher. While Mike is extremely disappointed in the girls' behavior, he's also quite concerned that Mr. Kemp would question our parenting abilities and their discipline at home.

The two of us agree an in person meeting is in order with Mr. Kemp. I will schedule the appointment so when Mike gets back into town we can sit down with him and discuss the issues he's having with Julie and Lisa in his classroom. We both find it disconcerting that neither Julie nor Lisa feels this teacher is deserving of their respect.