Naomi's Halloween
by Sakura Obata (sakura_obata@hotmail.com)

Naomi Jacobs is just a third-grader who chose to wear a prisoner 
costume for Halloween. Unfortunately, a slight technical problem 
leads to her teacher taking matters into her own hands. (Fg, ped, 
bd, tor)

It was October 31, and for young children, it was one of the most 
exciting days of the year. Halloween had landed on a Thursday, so 
the children still had to go to school, but the younger grades (to 
the mild annoyance of the older grades) were allowed to have a 
Halloween-themed party. In the Mrs. Hemmington's Grade 3 class, it 
was no different. The twenty-seven young 8 and 9 year olds in her 
class were all in some form of colorful costume, to the mild 
annoyance of Mrs. Hemmington.

Mrs. Hemmington was not overly pleased with Halloween – or any 
other celebrations in general. Mrs. Hemmington was somewhere in 
her mid-fifties, and many of her co-workers privately wondered why 
she taught children. She seemed to have serious anger control 
problems, although nobody had ever brought it up. The Third 
Graders had already become used to her frequent angry outbursts, 
harsh criticisms, and general hatred towards anything 
entertaining.

Few children were more commonly on the receiving end of her 
criticism than Naomi Jakobs, an eight year old who was 
significantly smarter than most of her classmates. Naomi was 
naturally thin, with shoulder length straight black hair cut off 
at her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes, and always had a 
respectable attitude towards everyone. She was soft, but also 
creative and extrovert. Mrs. Hemmington simply detested the child, 
being completely unable to handle a kid who was capable of 
exceeding curriculum standards.

The majority of the class was broken into three main costume types 
– superheroes, monsters, and princesses. In fact, out of all the 
sixteen girls in the class, Naomi was the only one not dressed as 
a princess. Instead, she was wearing an orange zip-up dress with a 
matching orange skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. 
Her legs were bare, except for a pair of black leather loafers. 
She wore an orange hat which covered the top of her head, and on 
her back were printed the words PRISONER #212. She had pair of 
plastic shackles with a ball and chain, and her hands were cuffed 
behind back with plastic handcuffs.

The prison girl costume was definitely the most distinct in the 
class, although Mrs. Hemmington grumbled something about 'inviting 
immorality'. Unfortunately, Naomi had had difficulty getting the 
handcuffs and shackles to work early that morning, and had asked 
her older sister to apply them a few minutes before class started. 
The handcuffs and shackles were designed to snap shut, and could 
only be released by flicking a small switch on the cuff. 
Unfortunately, Naomi's sister had thoughtlessly handcuffed Naomi's 
hands with her palms facing outward, making it impossible for her 
to flick the switch to open the cuffs. The shackles, too, could 
not be removed without her free hands, and the plastic chain was 
only a few inches long. Whilst her restraints were made of cheap 
plastic, they might have well been solid steel.

Mrs. Hemmington told the class to find their seats and open their 
Math workbooks. Naomi was forced to awkwardly hop towards her 
seat, and could only uncomfortably sit with her hands cuffed 
behind her back. She realized then that she was unable to open the 
handcuffs, although Mrs. Hemmington was already checking that last 
night's homework was done.

"Naomi Jakobs, why isn't your homework complete?" demanded Mrs. 
Hemmington in a shrill voice as she passed the eight-year olds 
desk. It was in fact done, although Naomi was unable to open the 
book with her hands behind her back.

"Mrs. Hemmington, it is done, I just-"

"If you had your homework done, it would be open in front of you!" 
interrupted Mrs. Hemmington.

"No, Mrs. Hemmington, I-"

"That is quite enough," declared Mrs. Hemmington. She beckoned for 
Naomi to walk to the front of the class, which Naomi did, a little 
confused and hobbled. "Class, Naomi has made three very big 
mistakes today," said Mrs. Hemmington. "First of all, what kind of 
costume is Naomi wearing?"

"A prisoner costume," answer a small boy from the back of the 
class.

"That is correct. And we all know that prisoners are bad people. 
Naomi is clearly demonstrating that she has bad intents." Naomi 
tried to interrupt, but Mrs. Hemmington was in her element now. 
"Secondly, Naomi did not do her Math homework, which we all know 
is a Very Bad Thing.  And finally, Naomi lied to me. She said she 
had her homework done, although she did not. She was lying, which 
is something bad prisoners do. Isn't that right, class?"

There was a murmur of automatic agreement, although the class 
barely understood what was happening. The small, eight-year old 
Naomi was turned around to face the chalkboard. With her hands and 
feet cuffed, there was little she could do to resist. Then she 
felt her cheap orange miniskirt pulled down from around her waist 
to her ankles. Naomi felt vulnerable and exposed as her white 
panties were pulled down, too, exposing her tight butt cheeks for 
the class to see.

"Now class, we all know that criminals – especially obvious 
criminals – should be punished, right?" There was another murmur 
of agreement. "So I am going to punish Naomi. Maybe you will learn 
from this example."

In Mrs. Hemmington's hands was a wooden ruler, which was supposed 
to be used for academic purposes. Instead, Mrs. Hemmington brought 
it sharply up in the air, and then equally sharply down on Naomi's 
exposed ass. Naomi yelped in pain, although she barely had time to 
blink before a second, third, and forth slap was delivered from 
the ruler. Naomi was barely holding back tears as the ruler 
spanked her butt cheeks over and over, each time with more energy 
and anger.

Finally, after thirty-two consecutive strokes with the ruler, Mrs. 
Hemmington stopped. Naomi's butt cheeks were solid red, with 
slight lines visible from where the ruler had contact the skin. 
Mrs. Hemmington turned to face the class, as Naomi softly cried 
into the blackboard.

"Now class, I have just given Naomi a spanking," said Mrs. 
Hemmington, her voice neutral. "But do we think that is enough 
punishment?" A few children started to nod, but Mrs. Hemmington 
shook her head, and the nods quickly turned to shakes as the 
stunned class complied again.

"That's right. Now this next punishment is called bastinado. Now, 
Naomi, would you please walk over to your chair." Mrs. Hemmington 
firmly led a still-crying Naomi over to her seat, where her 
classmates quickly backed away. Naomi was forced into the seat, 
and her feet were grabbed and placed on the wooden desk. Her 
leather shoes were tossed away, and now, apart from her shackles, 
she was completely nude from the waist down. Although the children 
in the class were still too young to have sexual desires, the 
teacher enjoyed watching Naomi squirm in discomfort.

Mrs. Hemmington placed one hand on the chain holding Naomi's feet 
together, and another on the wooden ruler. Then, without warning, 
she quickly began swatting the soles of Naomi's bare feet. Again 
Naomi writhed in pain, as the nerves on the soles of her feet 
screamed in agony as the ruler slapped her again and again. Pain 
continued to jolt Naomi's bare feet for another forty-seven 
strokes, until Mrs. Hemmington decided to give it a rest.

Naomi was forced to stand on her aching feet, which were in even 
more pain than her still-stringing butt. Tears were rolling down 
her cheeks, although she had barely let out anything more than a 
few gasps of pain.

"Now, Naomi has been punished, but she had not yet said she is 
sorry, has she?" said Mrs. Hemmington smugly, posing the 
rhetorical question. "Now Naomi, you have hurt my feelings this 
morning. I want you to get down on your belly and lick by shoes 
until they are clean. That is how you say sorry."

"Yes ma'am," said Naomi, barely able to keep the pain out of her 
voice. Naomi awkwardly dropped to her belly, which was 
uncomfortable with her hands behind her back. Mrs. Hemmington wore 
black high heels with pointed tips, and Naomi subserviently began 
licking them clean. She awkwardly shifted around Mrs. Hemmington's 
shoes in order to get all the surface area. After two minutes of 
continual licking, Naomi withdrew her face, her task complete.

"Very good. Now, what do we say?"

"Thank you, ma'am," said Naomi. She was kneeling, with her head 
bowed to the floor. Mrs. Hemmington smiled as she swatted the 
child on the ass one more time with the ruler. For good luck.