"Ow! Oh, Mr."Ow! Oh, Mr. Stryker!" Emily cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two." "We can dispense with the commentary," Mr. Stryker said as he let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock. "Three," Emily shouted as the pain rippled through her. A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at Ridgemont High and any one of them could be next. Mr. Stryker brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on her left buttock. This time Emily gasped. "Four!" she cried. Now Mr. Stryker began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, center, and the next, center, left, right. Emily was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain. However, Mr. Stryker waited for Emily to count the correct number after each blow. When they reached number 13, he put all his force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands. "Please, Sir, please. I'll do anything. Please stop. Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears. "Compose yourself, Emily," Mr. |