A loud yawn escaped my lips as I rolled over in my bed. A very, and I mean very, annoying alarm began to play throughout the room. Now a groan joined my yawn as I angrily pulled my pillow down over my ears trying to block out that stupid noise. "Ivy-Chan?" Now it was Ori's voice that was filling my ears. As someone was now poking my shoulder.

"Go away," I mumbled, as I tried to crawl deeper under my blankets to escape. This was the second time since I had come here that this stupid alarm had woken me up. Yesterday I was perfectly fine with it as that just meant that Trinity and Ori had to get up and get ready for classes. So once they had left the room, I was able to go back to sleep. I had spent most of yesterday just in my room, only leaving to get Lunch, and Dinner. Mama Becca, as they called her, had come in later that evening with my school uniform, and my textbooks. She had offered to let me stay out of classes for a few more days if I wanted too.

But I stupidly said I wanted to go to class tomorrow. So now I had to get up alongside this stupid alarm clock.

That didn't mean I was gonna go without some kind of a fight.

"You are gonna be late for breakfast." I heard Trinity call out.

"Rise and shine girls," Mama Becca's voice was much louder than I had expected, and I could feel her heavier footsteps even from in my bed. "Where is Ivy?"

"Hiding under the blanket, not wanting to get up." I growled a bit as Ori so easily snitched on me.

"Child I told you to go to bed early, or you are gonna be a tired mess." I let out a small shriek as my blanket was pulled off of me leaving me just in my small white nighty to keep me comfy. "Get on up, Ivy, or you are gonna be late to breakfast."

"Fine, fine, fine!" I hissed out as I slowly sat up from my bed. My small fists going to rub the sleep from my eyes. I could already feel my hair was a curly nappy mess of twirls as I didn't dry it properly. Once my eyes weren't so blurry I looked up at Mama Becca who was holding a brush in one of her hands. I felt a tiny bit of fear starting to race through me as I had to worry if maybe me not being up was grounds for this academy's favorite punishment.

The older African American woman seemed to sense my worry as she put the brush down on my bed, and put her hand out in a welcoming way. "Don't worry, I am not gonna use that for anything else, I was gonna brush out that nappy hair of yours. If that is okay with you?"

I let out a sigh of relief, and shyly nodded my head. Julie used to do that for me when she would come, and see me at any of my foster homes. It was a gentle touch that I always needed after experiencing more rough and heavy hands. I looked around the room to see Ori was still clad in her pajamas, her uniform folded neatly on top of her basket of toiletries. Maybe take a quick shower before breakfast in 25 minutes. I felt my face starting to blush as Trinity came by. Only wearing a longer sleeved white uniform shirt, and a pair of faded green panties. Of my two roommates she seemed far more comfy in just a shirt and undies. It still took a bit to get used to the burn mark on her face, and that faded white eye.

Mama Becca patted the spot in front of me, and I carefully sat down in front of her. I tensed a bit as she pushed down on my back every so lightly to get my head to move down a bit more. "Are you excited for your first day?" She asked, her voice always so soft and motherly, but I already heard her more loud and firm tone as well. Especially next door, as I think Beatrice had earned a spanking for something she had done in class. Never expected her of all people to be a bit more naughty in class as Adriana explained. The Spanish girl had come to our room to wait while it was happening.

I slowly nodded my head, fighting the urge to lean back into her touch. I winced slightly as she pulled at a few nots but it was nothing too bad. "I wanna sleep a bit more but I am excited. It has been a while since I went to school, without any worries on my mind." It had been a while since I could actually focus in school, or even do truly good in school. I always had something else on my mind, like not wanting to go home, or plotting escapes from homes.

"Well I hope that you are gonna focus your head a bit more in your classes today. I will be coming to see you during lunch to see how you are adjusting today." Mama Becca's voice got a bit firmer as she said. "Trinity get a different shirt on, that one is still dirty from last night."

"I am out of clean shirts," Trinity whined.

"Did I not tell you to wash your uniform shirts on Sunday?" I gulped a bit wondering if she was gonna already start off the day with a punishment.

"I was but then I got distracted, I was trying to finish that painting so it could dry and be ready to be sent in tomorrow." Turns out Trinity was a very good artist, and if she was not at the dorm right after class, then she was in the art room. From what I knew she had won two awards for it already.

"Lord almighty," Mama Becca mumbled. "Okay, I will meet you after your 3rd period to bring you a new shirt, but next time working or not. If you choose not to listen to what I tell you, I am gonna warm that backside up, am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am," though she was not facing up I was sure Trinity was rolling her eye a bit.

"And lord forbid if I catch you with your skirt over your knees today, I am not gonna be a happy woman, am I understood?"

"I got you Mama Becca."

"And Ori go ahead and take a shower if you are gonna do it." I turned over to see Ori distracted by something on the television.

"Hai," she whined cutely before snapping up to attention, and heading out of the door.

"I swear yall gonna be the death of me." Our dorm mother mumbled. "All six of you seem to have so many problems just getting ready for the day."

"Does it make you look bad if anyone under your care is late?" I wondered if that is why she was a bit more firm in the morning.

"It doesn't make me look bad," she tilted my head slightly to get started on the right side of my hair. "I am just trying to get these girls out of some bad habits. From sleeping late because they were up late studying or reading, to not being a morning person in some cases. I hope you don't join that list," she teased lighty making me blush a bit. I was not the best at getting up in the morning. "I also have two girls that seem to be bad with time management. It is my job as your dorm mother to also help you get over some bad issues you might have, ones that you know about and don't know about."

"And I am sure the main way is that punishment."

"Are you gonna keep refusing to say that word, little girl?" I didn't answer, making her chuckle a bit. "I don't always go to smacking if that is what you are meant."

"That is a lie," Trinity grumbled as she adjusted her skirt, and then quickly moved out of the way as Mama Becca threw one of my pillows towards the girl.

"Like I was saying," she went on ignoring Trinity's nervous but bright laughter. "While I mostly use it. I don't always have to, it is quicker in my opinion but I don't have to use it. I haven't had to use it on Ebony at all, and no not because she is my favorite because I don't have one." She seemed to send those words more towards Trinity. "I have ways to punish girls that aren't spankings."

"Could have fooled me."

"Trinity do you have somewhere to be, or you gonna keep it up with those little smart remarks of yours?" While it sounded firm I could image the smile on her face at that gentle chastisement. "And Ivy I want you to listen to me when I say to you. Unless you ask, or start to feel comfortable with the idea. I will never raise my hand towards you, you have my word." She turned me to look into my mirror for a moment, and I was surprised to see just how straight my hair was. It even looked a bit longer from her brushing all of the knots out of it.

"D-Do you-" I bit my lip as I didn't like how my voice started to break and crack. "Do you really mean that?" I had been made that promise before, and so far it had never been kept.

"I give you my wo-" She seemed to notice my face fall a bit as she started with that phrase. She put a hand on my shoulder before saying. "I will show you with my actions, not with my words. Okay?" I watched her reflection in that mirror as she had a small smile on her face.

"Actions speak louder than words sometimes." I whispered.

"I know that far too well." Mama Becca agreed. "Now," she stood up from my bed, and walked over to my dresser. "Let see if this uniform fits, and get yall down to breakfast before you miss out on the good stuff. We are having one of my favorites, good old chicken n waffles."

I had never had them before, and quickly learned.

They tasted pretty amazing.

"Stop trembling already!" I snapped at myself over, and over as I found myself standing outside of the door to my classroom. My backpack was a bit heavy as I carried my textbooks for my first two classes in my bag, as well as my binder, notebooks, and pencil case. All provided for me by the school, free of charge last time I checked. That or maybe Julie had bought them for me in secret. I had to go back to my room during our 10 minute break period between every two classes, to get my other books. I was starting the day in modern day history. The very top floor of this academy, it was gonna be a pain going up and down these steps to classes.

"Excuse me?" I was a bit surprised to see not a woman, but a tall man was standing behind me. He was wearing black pants, and a simple white shirt. He was holding a briefcase in his hand, had short brown hair and a friendly looking smile on his face. I had forgotten that not all of the teachers here were female, while it was an all girls academy, that didn't mean the staff was all female as well.

I had to wonder how girls here reacted if it was a male teacher giving a punishment rather than a female.

"H-Hello," I said, unable to really hide how nervous I was. I didn't have Trinity or Ori-Chan in my first period so I was a bit nervous being on my own. "My name is Oren Ivy," I was also getting used to going by surname rather than my first name in greetings again.

"Ivy." He stopped himself before saying. "I mean Oren Ivy, I remember your name you were adding to my class yesterday, and I believe I briefly saw you at dinner on Monday when the headmistress introduced you." He lowered himself down a bit more. "My name is Mr. Alexander Andrews. Most people just call me Mr. Andy." He extended a rather small hand towards me in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," I said, taking his hand and giving him a small bow as well. "Sorry if it is troublesome to have a new girl in your class."

He laughed a bit at that. "No trouble at all, I hope you handle learning from a new teacher. This is my first year as an actual teacher so I am sure I will make a few mistakes."

He rose back to his full height before taking a deep breath putting a hand on his chest to steady himself. He opened the door and I could already hear a few more rowdy sounding voices coming from inside. "Alright, let's settle down this morning. Let's settle down." He announced raising his voice louder than I would have assumed was possible. "Good morning girls."

"Good morning, Mr. Andy." A dozen voices came back in unison.

"Before we get started with having someone lead us in prayer this morning, I want to introduce you all to a new student that will be joining us today." He looked towards me as I still stood awkwardly in front of the door. He gave me a gentle smile before motioning me to come into the classroom.

I took one more breath before coming inside. His room was not as plain looking as I thought it was gonna be. Filled with maps of the world, the room had shades of blue and green inside of it. There were 12 tables in total from what I could see, three in the back not being used. But the rest aside from one that belonged to Adriana of all people in use. That put 18 girls in this class. Each table had a small globe of the world on them, and from what I could see each globe had four flags sticking on them. Maybe, of the places they were gonna be learning about this semester. I stepped to the front of the class, moving a bit as Mr. Andrews tried to put a hand on my shoulder.

I was glad that he seemed to take that hint as he didn't try again. "Everyone, I am sure some of you saw her at dinner on Monday, however for those that do not stay for dinner. This is Oren Ivy, I would recommend asking before saying her name the other way around." I gave a nervous wave to this class. Most of the girls seemed my age though in comparison to me, I probably looked much younger than I looked. Only standing at 4 '2 and probably was less than 50 pounds. "Miss Oren, you can take a seat beside Miss. Moreno."

Adriana raised her hand to indicate it was her last name. I walked over towards her, giving a few nervous hellos back to other girls that greeted me. "Finally a friend to join me." She greeted, moving her backpack off of the other chair of this table to make room for me. "Nice to see you again."

It was an odd but welcomed feeling to have someone that knew Julie next to me. I felt a bit more at home. "Thank you," I whispered over to her. "Is he a fun, or boring teacher?"

"Pretty fun, just try not to make the same mistake some of the others make." Before I could ask what she meant. Mr. Andrew's spoke up.

After a very quick morning prayer. He went to work teaching.

His style of teaching was honestly quite enjoyable. He had a really good attitude to it, we were learning about The Napoleonic Era of France, the fourth and final steps of the long French Revolution. I had come just in time to be at the start of this section, from the sound of his voice. Either he was really good at faking it or really enjoyed teaching history. His tone, his mannerism, made me actually enjoy learning so far. Half way through this lesson he would stop us to give us a few simple worksheets that also could be used as notes if we wanted. We could work together with those at our tables, or we could work in groups of three. One girl joined our table from in front of us, a buck toothed girl with short blond hair named Becky.

However as we entered the final part of the lesson which was another long lecture. I was starting to understand what Adriana was trying to tell me earlier. Mr. Andrew's was a new teacher, and was a bit more laid back than other teachers I had seen. He didn't mind very soft chatter, or taking a glance at your phone, however if you became a bit too disruptive then he would be a bit more firmer in voice.

"Can I ask a quick question?" Mr. Andrew suddenly stopped writing on the board as he turned around to face us. He set down his piece of chalk, and I followed his eyes onto a girl that was sitting just to the left of me and Adriana. I think her name was Miss Morgans, I didn't get why he didn't address others with their first name, maybe it was just his thing. "Miss Morgans, can I ask what is so important on your phone that you seem to be watching that instead of paying attention to the lesson?"

The girl's face blushed pink as she tried to sneakily put her phone up. Only to have two things happen, one it slipped from her hand and landed onto the floor, as well as did wonders in pulling out the earbud that she had in her left hair. Hidden behind her very long blond hair. "I was just watching a video on the lesson, have you ever heard of that one Youtuber Oversimplified?"

"I have," he said walking over to her, as she quickly scooped up her phone trying to swap out of something but Mr. Andrew's was a bit quicker as he took her phone out of her hand. His eyes locked onto her screen. "However, last time I checked and correct me if I am wrong. He never had a video titled, and I quote. Minecraft SpeedRunner vs Five Hunters The Last Manhunt, and by the looks of it you only have five minutes left in this video. So were you watching this during my lesson, or were you trying to finish it during my lesson?"

"Can I plead the fifth?"

Her poor attempt of a joke didn't sit well with Mr. Andrews as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You know I like to think I am pretty nice with the whole no phone's policy. I remember my own time in high school, I understand looking at something really quick. However, I do remember asking you all not to watch videos, movies, shows, anything on YouTube or just things in general that can distract you from my lessons. And correct me if I am wrong, Miss. Morgans." I watched as she squirmed a bit in her seat. "This is the 2nd time I have caught you doing this."

"Oh this will be fun," I heard Adriana mumble.

"Y-Yes sir, b-but."

He held up a hand to silence her. "I'm not trying to hear it right now, Miss Morgans. So I am gonna give you two choices, either you can be punished by myself right now. Or I can take this phone, and then contact your dorm mother to let her know that you were on your phone, again during my class."

"P-Please don't tell Mrs. Poppyseed!" Judging from the nervousness in her voice, I had a feeling that a punishment from him might be better than whatever her dorm mother could do.

"Then come with me to the front of the class, or you can stay after school and we can have a jolly good time cleaning this room from top to bottom." Now personally I would have taken the second option, I mean seriously how hard would it be to clean this classroom. It was kinda big but still seemed like a much better option than the later.

So that is why I looked onto her with surprise as this girl nervously stood up to follow Mr. Andrew's to the front of the room. "In front of everyone?!" I whispered towards Adriana who was looking on with a smirk. Her chin rested on her hand.

"Yep, she is lucky that Mr. Andrews is very nice, and is not gonna do it bare."

I turned back towards the front as Miss Morgans was now standing in front of the class, as Mr. Andrews pulled his chair from behind his desk. He took a seat on it, I found myself moving a bit closer to the aisle to see what was about to happen. A few giggles escaped some mouths as Mr. Andrews pulled up her skirt putting it in the back of her waist band to keep it in place. A cute pair of yellow panties covered in light pink flower petals on display. "Enough of that or I have no issue bringing up more today."

That got the class to go silent. Even I found myself closing my lips as tight as I could. I didn't even realize I was not breathing until Adriana tapped my shoulder. "Relax," she whispered. "He just doesn't like teasing during punishments so just stay calm. It is not gonna take that long."

I softly nodded my head before fixing my eyes back on the scene at hand. Miss Morgans had a very small backside, even her panties seemed a bit too big on it. Probably would protect her bottom quite well. Mr. Andrews lifted his hand not that high. I expected him to put it as high as he could before bringing it crashing down on her bottom. Miss Morgans was already starting to kick her legs lightly as if trying to prepare herself for the spanks that were about to land. He brought his hand down in a fast but smooth motion. I closed my eyes before the swat had landed, jumping a tiny bit as I heard it come down on her upturned bottom. There was a nice smacking sound followed by a cute yelp of pain. There was a second before another swat came down, and another, and then a fourth, and fifth. I opened my eyes, and found myself memorized by the scene in front of me.

I had seen the ending of Ori-Chan's spanking and it had caught me off guard. I had seen Trinity's backside after one of her spankings, but this was a full on spanking from start to end. Mr. Andrews didn't seem to be hitting really hard or very harshly. He didn't lift his hand too high either, however that didn't stop Miss Morgans from squirming and yelping like it stung like a bee was stinging her. Her legs were starting to kick almost as if she was trying to run away from this punishment. I was up to about 15 spanks before I heard her starting to sniffle a bit, a lot of words coming out of her mouth. From cries of pain, to simply apologizing, promises of never bringing her phone out ever again. Even some excuses that somehow Minecraft could be a good learning tool?

He had a hand on her back holding her down in place. She oddly wasn't really trying to escape this punishment either, I was used to fighting tooth and nail whenever someone tried to hurt me. A few times I saw her hand start to go back but she always caught herself, her legs really started to kick now as he went a tiny bit lower. Swatting the space where her bottom and thighs meet. His scolding was quiet, almost as if it was for her ears only. Her cries of pain started to turn to promises to behave, to be a good girl.

She was starting to fully cry out now, but again not a scream of torment or fear. Just normal crying as if she had gotten some bad news or maybe finding out a relative had passed away. As soon as those tears started to come out. That was when the spanking had ended. It couldn't have lasted more than two minutes, maybe 45 spanks, maybe a few more as I had lost count. I watched as the man rubbed her back with a tenderness that I couldn't quite imagine. He was not angry, he didn't throw her off his lap and tell her to get out of his sight. He didn't stop rubbing her back until she seemed ready to stand up. Her hands going back to rub at her panty clad rub, a tiny bit of darker pink peeking out from the leg holes of her panties. He brought her into his arms for a much needed hug, and I could hear her starting to hiccup lightly.

"All done," I looked at Adriana. I hadn't even noticed that her hair was done up in braids today. I was really bad at noticing things like that. "See wasn't so bad now was it?"

"I-I guess..." I said, watching as Miss Morgans walked back to her seat. Easing herself down onto the wood with a small wince escaping her mouth. Her deskmate handed her a tissue which she took with a grateful smile. "Maybe it wasn't... I don't know."

Adriana put a hand on my shoulder and patted it twice. "It is not as bad as you think... at least when someone really knows what they are doing, and knows how to do it safely."

"Now are we gonna have anymore distractions, or should I start collecting phones right now to keep us from having another warm backside in class?" I turned my attention towards Mr. Andrews who put his chair back behind his desk. There was a long silence before he spoke once more, that friendly almost older brother-like tone appearing in voice again. "Good, cause believe it or not, I don't like having to do that, but I will if I need to. I like being easy going, and relaxed. So let's work together to keep this energy in the room. Alright?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright let's try and get a bit more done before class ends, and tonight we do have homework." A chorus of groans escaped the mouth of the girls in my class. "Enough of that honesty, you should have seen my history teacher. Now that man could give some serious homework, I am talking about four or five worksheets, plus an essay."

The class seemed to go back to normal. Almost as if that spanking never happened, leaving me in such a confused position. It was so quick, so simple, it clearly hurt, but even as I looked at Miss Morgans she seemed to be going back to normal.

Didn't he just hit you?

Aren't you hurting?

Why didn't you try to escape?

I couldn't focus on this lesson right now.

I just had way too many questions about this one stupid word.

A/N: Thank you for reading as always, and thank you for the slight wiat for a new chapter and I hope you enjoy it. I am gonna try and get the next chapter out by tomorrow as well before moving back to Emerald Key, and Tales. So if I have things right than it should be at least a chapter a day from me in general. So I hope you look forward to that.

Thank you all for your support and I will see you sooner rather than later.

Until than,

Stay safe,

Stay behaved,

Or you might be spanked,

Bye bye