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.