Class Trip (3 page)

After everyone
was finished he had us get our books out again and read from the next
chapter. He moved to my desk and looked down at me. “Will you
please start the reading today, Sandra.”

Great he knew me
by name now. I pulled my book towards me and started to read. There
were several words in there that I couldn't pronounce, and that I had
never seen before. He corrected me and made me read until it was time
for him to give us our homework.

“Finish the
chapter and again we will have a test on it tomorrow. Class
dismissed.”

I hurried out
before he could call me back but I felt his eyes on me.

Herr Glossner
started English off with a test too. I was the first finished. I
turned it in and again he pulled the test to him so he could correct
it first. I had a feeling that he was almost done playing with
Hannah. His attention was now on me.

Herr Glossner
gave me an odd look. He had had his red pen ready but he didn't need
to use it. He marked something at the top and I had to laugh, knowing
that I had a perfect score. I hung my head to hide my smile.

He was still
looking at me when I looked up. Something about his look wiped the
smile right off of my face. I moved my head so I was looking out of
the window and not at him anymore.

When I looked
back he was standing right in front of my desk again, looking down at
me. He looked mad again.

I didn't know
what to do. I didn't think that I had done anything wrong but a
teacher could easily bend the rules if he wanted to hit. He would be
believed not me.

He turned away
and went back to his desk but his eyes returned to me again and
again.

As soon as the
last test was in he returned to my desk with his copy of Macbeth. He
made me stand and read while he waited for a mistake that didn't
come. He asked me to translate things too. The bell rang and we were
dismissed. I left as quickly as I could.

I was sad that I
would have to see him again this evening. I had the distinct feeling
that he hated me, personally.

I got asked a lot
what was going on. I told one girl that I tried to interfere with
Hannah's spanking. I begged him to stop last night, I told her.

“You got lucky.
He was within his rights to spank you too. I wonder why he didn't. He
seems to really hate you.”

“Thanks,” I
answered her sarcastically.

“Just tell him
that you are the foreign exchange student. Maybe he will lay off you
if you do?” she shrugged her shoulders.

Supper was the
same as last night. Hannah didn't want to eat and she tried to think
of a way to get out of it. There was nothing in the handbook. Only
sickness could get her out of it.

She decided to go
to the nurse's office and stick her finger down her throat so she
would throw up and he wouldn't be allowed to come. She wanted us to
bring her there.

Personally, I
wanted to go to my room and study.

Hannah went in
and started to complain about several ailments that she was having.
Most were true because she had worried herself sick.

The nurse brought
her to bed and took her temperature. We stood off to the side,
watching and waiting for the verdict.

The nurse shook
her head and left us standing there. We watched her go into her
office and call someone. She didn't come back out. Not even after she
hung up. She sat down at her desk and it looked like she was filling
something out. I was getting a really bad feeling about this.

A few minutes
later the door opened and Mr. Glossner stormed in. He had a paddle in
his hands. He glanced at us for a second before he yelled,
out!
We went and Hannah started begging again.

I whispered to
the others that we should go to the director's office and explain how
bad Hannah was being treated.

The others said
no. We went back to our room and waited. A half an hour later Hannah
came back. She walked in and fell on her bed and just cried.

I went to her and
laid my hand on her shoulder. “Can I do anything for you?” I
asked.

“No, please
leave me alone,” she answered.

I went over to my
bed and studied. Now that I knew what kind of questions he asked I
had a better idea what to study. I practiced my answers to possible
questions he could ask.

There was a knock
at the door. I got up and went to see who it was. It was him. He was
back again? “Umm – she is already sleeping.”

“Step aside,
Sandra.” He looked so mad already. I didn't want to but I was a
chicken. I stepped aside. He came in and closed the door behind him.

He walked over to
her bed and looked down at her. She was really asleep. He leaned down
and laid his hand on her shoulder. He shook her until her eyes opened
up. She screamed when she saw him again.

“I don't want
to hear another word out of you. Get up so we can get this over with.
I do have other things to do.”

Hannah was crying
but she did get out of bed and stand to the side so he could sit
down. He made a motion with his hand and she came closer to him. She
was nervous and it was clear that she didn't want to touch him but
she was trying to lean in over his lap.

He reached out
for her and pulled her over his lap. She was still wearing her
uniform. We had seen that that was against the rules in the Student's
Code of Conduct. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear.
“You need to learn that there is no getting out of a punishment.”
He started right in smacking her bottom. I felt like I was going to
throw up.

A minute later
something in me snapped and I jumped up. “No, wait you can't do
that. Too much is too much.” I grabbed on to his smacking arm and
held tight. “Help me,” I cried out to the others.

Hannah was
pinning his legs with her body laid over his and I held on to his arm
as tight as I could. He tried to push me away with his other hand but
I held tight, firm in the belief that the others would also see this
as an injustice and come to help.

I could hear him
laughing at me but he was stronger than I was. “Do you want me to
stop spanking your friend?”

“Yes please.
Please stop.”

“I promise I
will if you just let go of my arm.” He was still laughing and he
didn't sound as scary as before.

I let go and
stepped back. “You promised,” I reminded him.

He pulled up
Hannah's underwear and laid her skirt down so it was covering her
bottom again. “In to bed with you.”

Hannah nodded and
climbed back into bed.

Then he turned to
look at me. “Okay, that was something new. Sandra, I want you to
come with me, please.”

I stood frozen
where I was. He reached out and took hold of my hand. My hand, not my
arm, wrist or ear like he had with the others.

He looked at my
roommates, “See to it that she gets changed into her pajamas. I'll
be back as soon as I am done with her.”

Herr Glossner
pulled me out of the door then. He was still holding onto my hand,
tightly, like I was a naughty small child. He pulled me past other
girls who were still in the hallway. I had to run every few steps
just to keep up with him. “Don't you girls have any studying to
do?” he barked at them as he pulled me along. He wasn't laughing
anymore.

We stopped in
front of his office door to fish the key out of his pocket with his
free hand. He pulled me in, locked the door behind us and let go of
my hand.

I wanted to race
to the door handle and try to rip the door open but I had seen that
resisting didn't help. It sure hadn't helped Hannah. If I needed to
be punished then I wanted it over with when I walked out of the door.

“Have a seat.”
He pointed to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

I sat down very
meekly.

“I had wanted
to talk to you anyway. First I want to know if you can understand
me?”

I nodded.

He pulled out my
English test it had been on top of the pile. “Congratulations, you
got everything right, just like you did on your History test but you
language skills aren't that good. How long have you been speaking
German?”

“Since
September,” I answered him.

He nodded to
himself. “Well, then I think you did very well. Let's move on to
our other little problem. What possessed you to interrupt Hannah's
spanking?” He looked at me very closely.

I hung my head.
“I felt it was the right thing to do,” I answered him.

He laughed again.
“That was the impression you gave me too.” He opened his desk
drawer and pulled out a book. He paged through it until he found the
right page. “Read this aloud.” He pointed to where he wanted me
to read.

“Disrupting a
punishment,” I read aloud, then I peeked up at him.

“Go on.” He
rotated his right hand.

“Students who,
in any way, disrupt a punishment are to be punished too. The teacher
is allowed to decide on the form and duration of the punishment as he
or she sees fit. It is common practice that the disrupter receive the
same as the original person being punished.”

“Aren't you
glad that I wasn't caning or paddling her?” He leaned over his desk
and looked at me.

I just stared
back at him. What was he saying? Was I to get a spanking every night
too now? I had never had one and I was really scared.

“What all the
sudden you can be quiet? Come here.” He waved me over to him.

I reminded myself
that I didn't want to fight him. I would lose and he would win and I
would get hurt so much more. I forced my weight to move to my feet
and then I got up and slowly walked over to him.

He moved his arm
so it was around my waist. “You saw that the other two didn't
interfere and that they didn't listen to you when you called for
help. Did you learn anything by that?” He was talking to me nicely
and he looked concerned about me.

“I can't expect
anyone to stand by me when I help someone?” I squinted my eyes
together, wondering if that was what he wanted me to say.

“No, that
wasn't what you were supposed to learn. You were supposed to learn
that you aren't allowed to stick your nose in other people's business
and you can't expect others to join you when you are doing something
wrong.” Herr Glossner hugged me tighter to him as he spoke. He was
also shaking me gently. He gave me the feeling like I was a little
kid that he was explaining something to.

“Do you
understand now? You can't be getting your friends into trouble. Now
come over my knee.” He was pushing on my back a little to get me to
bend. He wasn't at all like he was with Hannah.

I looked at him
and pleaded with my eyes.

“What's wrong
little one?” He stopped pushing and looked at me.

“I – it's
just – I never. I'm usually really good. I never had a father so –
My mother wasn't the type and like I said I was usually very good.”
I was babbling but he was nodding along. I used the back of my hand
to wipe away some tears.

“You have never
needed a spanking before?” he asked almost sweetly.

I nodded and bit
my lower lip.

“Okay, angel.
I'll tell you what is going to happen. I will help you so you are
lying over my knee. I am just going to spank you with my hand if you
are good. You will be good for me right?”

I shrugged my
shoulders as I felt a bit of panic arising.

“Hey, it's
okay. You don't have to be frightened.” I heard what he was saying,
but I was picturing him with the cane in his hands whipping it
through the air to see if it was bendy enough and then whipping the
girls like he had so quick and they had screamed out in pain. And
they had cried so bitterly and heartbroken.

Tears were
running down my face and dripping on his leg.

“The spanking I
am about to give you is really going to hurt and it will feel like it
is going to go on forever, but then I will stop and everything will
be over with, and tomorrow evening when I go to Hannah you will sit
quietly on your bed and not interfere because you will have learned a
lesson.” He smiled at me and hugged me tight with his one arm,
which was still wrapped around me.

I made a noise
deep in my throat. It sounded so pathetic that he even looked at me
with pity and hugged me again. Somewhere deep inside of me I did
realize that he was being especially nice to me. He was showing me a
kindness that Hannah and Larissa didn't receive.

“Should we get
it over with now?” he asked still looking up at me so nicely.

I nodded. I just
wanted to go to bed and feel sorry for myself.

He gave me
another look of pity and a weak smile before he moved his hand to my
back and started pushing me down again. I got scared again he made
shh
noises. “I got you. You won't fall.” My hands moved
forward as my head came forward. My hair fell forward and covered my
face like a curtain. I was on my tiptoes and my middle was over his
knees. This felt different than what it had looked like when he had
had Hannah over his lap.

His left arm
moved around my middle and pulled me closer to him. He lifted my
skirt out of the way and laid his hand on my bottom. “I'm going to
start now so be good. No swearing, reaching back or trying to get
away from me.” I felt his hand leave my bottom only to return with
force a second later.

My body tensed
together. The next one landed. He hit me ten times very quickly. Then
he rubbed my bottom. “You are doing very well. Keep up the good
work.” He started in again but even harder.

I whimpered. My
hips were rocking trying to get away from the blows.

“Lie still. Be
a good girl,” he told me.

“I am trying,
honest.”

He laughed a
little. “I believe you, angel.” He spanked again concentrating on
just one side. He was spanking me like he had whipped the other girls
with the cane. The teachers usually paddled slowly, letting the sting
of one swat settle before they gave the next but he did things
differently. He didn't waste time about it.