Teaching a Lesson (Gather Monday Writing Essential, Genre Creatives Challenge)

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“Wake up, Bobby!”  Tammy hissed as she sat bolt upright in the bed, grabbed Bobby by his shoulders, and shook him frantically.  “That’s Tim!  He can’t find you here!”

The rattling downstairs was getting louder.  “Go out the window!  Hurry!”  Tammy whispered.  “Like this??”  Bobby was standing by the side of the bed now, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes and get his bearings.  He was naked as a pale, skinny, fifteen-year-old jaybird.  His face was transfixed with terror and confusion.  Tammy couldn’t believe he was just standing there.  She grabbed the pile of clothes next to the bed and shoved it into his arms, spun him around to face the window.  “Go, go go go!  He’s coming!” she hissed.

Just then, Tim burst through the bedroom door.  He was a swarthy, thirty-five-year-old iron worker, with a thin beard defining his square jaw and biceps that looked like they could snap Bobby in two like a twig.

Tammy grabbed the corner of the bedsheet and pulled it up in front of her naked 33-year-old body.  “Tim, I can explain,” she pleaded,  “It’s not what it looks like!”

“Is this one of your students?” Tim asked stiffly.

“He just got done mowing the lawn, and he was all sweaty, and he didn’t want to go all the way home to shower before he went to his The Slipper and The Rose rehearsal, so I said he could shower here.  I was changing my clothes to go to the PTA meeting and Bobby just accidentally came out the bathroom door into our room instead of back to the guest room where he was changing.”

“Well!  Bobby, was it?—Bobby,” Tim snarled through his clenched teeth, “I suggest you throw those clothes out that window and follow them, ‘cause if you’re still here when I count five, I’m getting my friends Smith & Wesson and they’re gonna join the party!”

“Yes sir, Mr. Gardner.  I’m outa here,” Bobby stammered.  “And don’t worry about paying me for the lawn.  Tammy—I mean, Mrs. Gardner—took care of me,… I mean took care of it,… I mean she already gave me something,… Never mind!”  He’d been throwing on his boxers as he was talking.  He threw the rest of his clothes out the window and hopped out onto the roof.

Tammy and Tim just stood glaring at each other.  Tammy was shivering with fear.  Her face was flushed and red.  “What are you going to do?” she asked. 

“I’m going to give you what bad girls deserve,” he sneered.  He slid over to the nightstand and opened the drawer.  He pulled out a peppermint-striped wooden paddle engraved with the Greek letters Eta Beta Zeta, Tim’s old fraternity.  “You’re getting a good spanking!”

“Ohh, I love it when you’re forceful.  But before you give me my punishment…”  She threw aside the sheet and rubbed her not-as-perky-as-they-used-to-be but still firm breasts against his sweaty t-shirt, “can’t we get rid of this icky old…hard hat?”

“Sure, baby,” he said, tossing aside his yellow hard hat as she ripped the tank top off his hairy, rock-hard chest.  He picked her up like she was a throw pillow and tossed her onto the bed.

“Mrs.  Gardner?”

Tammy lifted her chin off her fist and opened her eyes.  Bobby Felton was standing there in front of her desk, holding his math test.  “Are you all right?”

“Yes, Bobby, thanks,” said Tammy, taking the test from him.  “I guess I just dozed off for a second.  The baby kept me up all night.”

“Yes, Mrs. Gardner.” 

As he returned to his seat, Tammy took a good long look at Bobby’s tight little butt.  A tiny hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth as she looked at the clock.  “OK class,” she said, “time’s up.  Bring your tests up here and have a good weekend.”

 


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