In fact, that thing concerns his fantasy of being spanked by the schoolteacher in front of the class.
I triggered it by suggesting at one point that he was behaving very badly, that he should have learned things such as how to be polite and treat others kindly in kindergarten, and had I been his teacher he would not have left kindergarten without those lessons being well learnt!
In fact, I like to think of my blog readers as the naughty boys and girls in my classroom. I would have you all age-regressed into the bodies of children where I would have no trouble woman-handling you across my knee as the need arose!
I guess it's lucky that I never chose to become a teacher. I'm not sure I could not have restrained myself from spanking the naughty boys' backsides!
And yes, I would have played favourites, for sure. The girls would never get punished (well, except for YOU, Penny). They would get counselled in a gentle fashion. The boys, well they would have been punished at the drop of a hat. All the boys would have hated me. They'd complain to their parent how mean Miss Julie was. How she always punished the boys and NEVER the girls! And how IT JUST ISN'T FAIR!!!
Not just spankings, mind. If a boy spoke in class without permission, for instance, well he'd just be sitting at the little desk facing the corner and writing out 1000 times "I must not disrespect Miss Julie's classroom" until his hand ached and he'd have tears in his eyes at the injustice of it all. Especially since little Melissa spoke out of turn and I let her get away with it without even saying a word. I'm sure Melissa had a good reason.
If a boy and a girl got into an argument it would only ever be the boys who got punished, and quite severely as well. And no, I would not listen to the boy's side of things. the girl's word would be good enough for me. The boys would learn to respect their female classmates and do as they are told by them.
Petticoating would definitely be a suitable punishment. I would have a spare girl's school uniform in my desk. Right down to the shoes, panties, and training bra. I would hand the naughty boy the clothes and tell him to go to the bathroom and change. And if he was teased by the other boys and girls would I put a stop to it, you ask? Of course not! He was naughty, now he must suffer the consequences and just pray that won't include going across my knee while dressed like that.
And in case you were wondering, yes spanking would definitely play a major part of the disciplinary regime.
For the more serious offences, or even now and then for minor offences to keep a boy on his toes (I would be very capricious), the naughty boy would be stripped to only his underwear and be made to apologize at the front of the class, hands at his SIDES, to all the other children for disrupting their lessons.
If the boy did not strip willingly? Yes, this happens from time to time. He would be taken to the back room and I would forcibly strip off the boy's clothes myself. He would then be pulled out by his ear and made to utter his apology. And after that it would be more than just a little hand spanking across my knee he could expect. Oh my yes!
Assuming this was not required, and that he made his blushing apologies to the boys and girls, then he would be taken across my lap in front of the whole class. I would lower his underpants to just beneath his chubby little cheeks, and spank him red with my hand. Sometimes it would be just that. Other times, I would pick up my twelve inch wooden ruler and spank the naughty boy's backside with that. When the ruler comes out, the boy WILL BE in tears by the time his spanking is over. Guaranteed.
When my spanking is finished, and the boy is still draped across my knee bawling his little eyes out, I would pull his little underpanties back up over his red red bum and stand him up facing the class so all the boys and girls can see his tears. He would then be marched to the front of the class and be made to stand facing the corner with his hands on his head. His underpants would again be lowered to just beneath his cheeks so that the other boys in the class can see what is in store for them if they misbehave.
I, of course, would not be in a position to see the boy as I was teaching the class, and I would need to rely on the girls to tell me if the boy fidgeted or moved out of position at all. And if he did? Well then I would grab the boy by the arm, drag him back to the front of the class, and spank him again with my ruler. And yes, I would leave his underpants pulled down at the back during all of that. As he was marched back to my spanking chair the only thing holding up his underpants in front would be his underdeveloped private parts. His little pubic hairs would be all on show (assuming he had any at all).
And if another boy laughed? Well he would get just the same! A schoolroom has four corners, after all.
The girls may laugh all they want!
For more serious offences they boys would be given a dose of the good, old-fashioned strap.
This punishment would be administered with the boy across my desk with their little bums pointing towards the class. Once they were bent over, their underpants would not be just lowered, but REMOVED COMPLETELY.
The boys would be mortified to have their underpants removed in front of the girls, and they would strain to keep their legs pressed tightly together. But the best laid plans of mice and men, and all that, and inevitably as the strap landed the boy's legs would leave the floor, kick and spread, showing off to the girls everything they tried so hard to hide before. The girls always enjoy a good showing off ALL the boys' private parts as they writhe under my strap.
And, of course, I am just waiting for those legs to kick and spread. That is when the next stroke of the strap will curl around the insides of their thighs, or the insides of their bum cheeks.
For the most severe infractions, it would be a caning. The canings take place in the auditorium, during full assembly. The principal usually asks me to deliver the canings for some reason. Canings are administered with pants removed, underpants lowered.
And yes, this has happened, in front of the whole school. The boy sometimes does wet himself as I am caning him.
When this happens the school nurse takes him away (AFTER all the strokes have been delivered, of course, and the extras for wetting himself). She cleans him up and diapers him to prevent any further accidents that day. The puffy diapers under his pants are a source of great amusement for all the girls for the whole rest of the day.
Yes, some people are just not cut out to be teachers, and I am one of them!