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  Class Trip

  By: Rachel Burns

  Text Copyright © 2014 by Rachel Burns

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Other Books By Rachel Burns

  A Man To Guide Her

  Callie Part I, II & III

  Chocolate Rewards

  Christmas Captive

  Christmas Stories

  Daddy's Sweetheart Part I, II & III

  Have A Heart Part I, II & III

  Hot Cooking Spanker Wanted

  Island Men

  Man of the House

  Southern Discomfort

  Sugar Daddy

  Trust In Me

  Two Worlds Collide

  Becky's Birthday (a short story)

  Hold Still (a short story)

  Mafia Men Mean Business (a short story)

  The Dress Code (a short story)

  There was a darkness there,

  surrounding me.

  It was swallowing all the light,

  leaving me blind.

  But you appeared,

  and a dim light started to glow.

  It got stronger,

  as you moved closer to my heart.

  I could see dark spots,

  that every sun has,

  but mostly you glowed.

  I went to your light,

  and thrived in it.

  By: Rachel Burns

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Prologue

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  Dear Reader,

  In this book slavery is seen from a very light side. In reality, it still exists today. I, in no way, promote slavery. It is something very terrible and no one should have to suffer from it.

  This book is a work of fiction. I guess I like the idea of a man seeing a woman and falling instantly in love with her. Perhaps he goes a little crazy and steals her away because he doesn't want to share her with the world, or risk losing her, something that would break his heart.

  In the real world men work to get a woman to love them back. They are proud of her achievements and realize that her successes don't make him less of a man. He is proud to show her off to the world and he doesn't do anything to harm her physically or mentally.

  Rachel Burns

  Chapter 1

  I walked into my history class and sat down. Our normal teacher had been sick and we had had a free hour during this time up until now. They had finally found a replacement.

  There was curious talk about the teacher. Apparently, one of the girls had seen him already. She told us that he was young and cute. The rest of what she was saying I couldn't understand.

  I was in a boarding school in Switzerland. Not because my parents had gone through with a threat after I had pulled something, but because my mother had a busy job and she was often gone for weeks at a time. I was a foreign exchange student.

  My boarding school back in the states had this program and because my mother had to work in Europe a lot we decided that I should try for it.

  I still couldn't believe that I had been accepted. Lots of girls had wanted to come. They all felt that it would be so cool.

  It wasn't as cool as I imagined it. It was the same thing as at home. School all day and then homework. The only difference was that I didn't understand everything. That was so frustrating. I was learning the language and the school year was almost over.

  I felt I spoke the language well enough, but the other girls all spoke a dialect too that I just couldn't keep up with.

  This was my last year of school. I had already gotten a place at the local college in my hometown.

  I didn't have a father. Well, maybe I did but I had never met him. He hadn't been interested in a family. My mom said that she was okay with that because she didn't want to share me anyway. I often dreamed that he would change his mind about me and want me someday. I had already turned eighteen so that was getting less and less likely.

  The teacher came in and everybody sat up really straight. He really was young, tall dark and handsome. I guessed him to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He looked like he worked out every day. His haircut was stylish and cool too. He was by far the best looking man I had ever seen in real life. He had a combination of dark hair and blue eyes that I loved. It was the Elisabeth Taylor combination, my definition of true beauty.

  He set down his bag and looked over the class. “Stand up,” he barked.

  That crush had ended quickly, I thought as I stood next to my desk.

  “I expect you to stand and say good morning when I enter the classroom. Has no one taught you girls any manners?” He continued to lecture but I wasn't really paying attention. I didn't understand everything and my mind tended to shut down in such incidences.

  I sat when everyone else sat down. I moved my hands to my bottom, making sure that my skirt didn't wrinkle when I sat on it. We all had uniforms on. A white blouse with slightly puffed sleeves and a thick ribbon-like tie in green and navy blazer with the school emblem on it that went well with my dark hair. The skirt was plaid with dark blues and greens. Knee high white stockings and navy blue ballerinas with a thin piece of leather that went over the bridge of our feet and fasten with a small buckle.

  The reason that we all had the same shoes was a little odd. This way we couldn't kick them off during a punishment thus causing danger to others. At this school they still believed in corporal punishment. My school had been private too, and when needed, girls had been paddled by the principal in his office. Here they did it in front of the whole class, as soon as someone acted up.

  It didn't happen often, but it certainly scared the crap out of me the first time it did. I didn't understand what had happened. The teacher was talking to one of the students and then she stood and went to the front of the classroom and leaned over the teacher's desk. The teacher paddled her to tears with everyone watching. I was in shock. I had been afraid that I would be next.

  I had managed to never be punished, ever. I had never been spanked in all of my life and a paddling really wouldn't be the way to start that sort of thing.

  But now we had less than a month left of school. I had a relaxed feeling that I would never have to worry about that.

  The teacher had us get out our books and read aloud. I hated that. I had improved, but still, I was a lot worse than the other girls. It was almost my turn to read. I was about to out myself as the foreign exchange student when I saw a couple of girls passing notes out of the corner of my eye. Hannah and Larissa were giggling.

  The teacher had his book open and he was walking up and down the aisle. He had had his back to them but he moved to their desks and snapped his book shut and looked down at them.

  They both looked up at him scared. Like I said he looked like he worked out. If he punished them it would hurt. Twenty from him would be like forty from Frau Meier.

  “Give me the piece of paper,” he demanded.

  Larissa slowly handed it to him. She turned a very dark red while he read it.

  He rolled his eyes and
made a motion to her to go to the front of the class. Larissa shook her head no and he packed her by her ear and moved her to the front of the class. He didn't let go until she was over his desk. He lifted her skirt up and went over to the cabinet, the one with the paddle. Only he didn't get out the paddle. He got out the cane.

  I had heard that they were allowed to do that too but I had never seen it. It was supposed to be the very worst of the punishments.

  He waved it in the air and Larissa started to beg and cry. I was crying right along with her. He was a terrible person. She had just received the note and not written it.

  He told her a few things that I couldn't hear. I felt the hands of the girl sitting behind me on my shoulders. I reached back and we held each other's hands tightly. He let the cane whip down across her backside and she screamed out.

  I hoped another teacher would hear her and come to stop him.

  He whipped her quickly again. Ten times he had whipped her with all of his might. She had screamed out the entire time. It had at least gone quickly.

  He barked at her to go and sit down again.

  I didn't want to look at her and increase her shame but I couldn't look away either. I saw her face as she turned to go back to her seat. It was still all red but now it was all wet and puckered up. She was shaking and sniffling. Her hands were on her opposite elbows.

  My eyes followed her as she walked back to her seat. She looked at the chair for a second, afraid to sit down on it.

  “Sit or I will have another go at you.” He was so mean. “Now who sent you that note?” His eyes rested on Hannah.

  Hannah was sinking down in her seat. Her eyes were darting everywhere. She really wanted to get out of all of this. But I figured that that wasn't going to happen.

  “Admit it. Stand up and admit it.” He was so mad and staring right at her. It was obvious that he already knew the truth.

  Hannah was gripping on to the edge of her desk as if for dear life. All eyes were on her but she must still be hoping for divine intervention because she said nothing.

  The teacher walked back to Larissa. He stared her down. She was shrinking down in her seat in fear. “Who passed you that note?”

  Larissa kept eye contact with him and just pointed over at Hannah, who started to cry.

  He turned to her, “Go to the front.”

  Hannah shook her head no in fear, and slipped down further in her chair. She was still gripping her chair.

  He went for her ear but she covered it up still crying no. He reached for her arm and tried to pull her out of her desk but she wouldn't let go. “You just earned yourself another spanking at bedtime. Do I need to visit you every night this week? According to your note you would like that.”

  Hannah actually managed to turn even redder.

  He yanked her out of her desk and it tipped to the side and fell to the floor with a loud bang. Her papers slowly sailed to the floor. Her pen rolled off somewhere.

  He tried to pull her to the front of the classroom. She tried to hold onto more desks on her way up. She was so frightened and he was just getting more and more mad. She looked like a trapped animal in a cage trying desperately to get out.

  Tears were running down my face and I could see others crying as well as Larissa who had folded her arms over her desk. She was crying into her arms and lifting her bottom so it wasn't really touching her seat.

  “You,” the teacher barked at Josephine in the front roll.

  She pointed to herself in disbelief.

  “Yes you. Come here and hold her down.”

  Josephine stood on shaking legs and did as she was told.

  The teacher practically threw Hannah over the desk. “Hold her hands. If you let go you will be next.”

  “Hannah, please settle down,” she begged. She grabbed for her wrists and held her tight.

  Hannah still wouldn't settle down. “Knock it off, Hannah. You already got Larissa in trouble. Just get it over with.” Josephine was mad at her. She didn't want to get a caning she felt she didn't deserve from this monster of a teacher who hadn't even taken the time to introduce himself.

  He lifted up her skirt and she was still thrashing around and screaming. Why didn't another teacher peek in to see what was going on? Things like this should be covered under some child protection law. Did they have that in a country where woman weren't even allowed to vote until 1971?

  He finally laid down the cane on the windowsill. Did he realize that she was too traumatized to whip her? No, he was pulling down her underwear. Was he allowed to do that? I looked around at the other girls and none seemed shocked. More were crying.

  He retrieved his cane and whipped it through the air a couple of times before he went at her. She screamed until the twelfth one. She just bawled after that. He hit her twenty-five times in less than a minute. It went so fast that my eyes couldn't even follow along. Her backside seemed to be magically turning red with lines that faded into red as more lines took their place.

  Josephine looked at him wondering if he was finished.

  “Take her to the infirmary and then return quickly,” he barked at Josephine who was helping her stand up again.

  Hannah was reaching back and trying to pull up her underwear but she was in too much pain to bend the right way. She finally had it in her hands and she carefully pulled them up over her sore bottom. She whimpered as they slipped back into place.

  “Hannah,” he called out before she left the room, “Because of your disobedience we will be seeing each other again this evening before you go to bed. I will be in your room at eight o'clock sharp and I expect all of you roommates to be present too.” He looked over the class as he said that.

  I was one of the girls that shared a room with her. We were four to a room. Fresh tears replaced the others that had slowly been residing.

  “We will continue reading now.” He looked at me and I took the book in my hands as they shook. I read aloud as my voice cracked several times and I sobbed. He moved so he was standing next to my desk. He looked down at me like I was trying to provoke him.

  “Do you speak French?” he asked.

  “A little,” I answered. I knew what he was getting at. He wanted to know if I was from the French speaking part of Switzerland.

  He nodded to himself and moved on to the next girl. I was guessing he figured that I was now from the Italian part of Switzerland.

  We managed to get through the whole class without any more problems.

  He stood behind his desk and looked over us while we all sat straight and looked back at him. His eyes seemed to rest on each of us for a moment before he looked at the next girl. He told us that we would have a test tomorrow on this chapter. He expected good marks from all of us.

  He looked at me and I nodded back at him, deciding that I would memorize the chapter all evening.

  “By the way my name is Mr. Glossner. You will need to know my name when you gossip about me to the other girls.” He dismissed us then and we all hurried out.

  A few girls warned the girls that were entering his class. They looked shocked and quietly went in. He probably wouldn't like it if he were kept waiting.

  I was feeling a little dizzy. I had him again later in English. That was a class where I had helped the teacher. I had been teaching it since the teacher was sick. What if he didn't like the way I had done things? I decided to just sit down and not say anything, like I was any other student.

  Normally, I stood by the board and wrote down anything the teacher told me to. I handed out papers and played assistant for him. I wasn't about to go anywhere near his desk.

  I only had to put up with him for one week and then our class was taking a week trip to Eastern Europe. We were going to celebrate that we were graduating and it would give us a last chance to see each other before we went our separate ways.

  The last two weeks of school weren't to be taken seriously, the others had told me. Bet no one told him that.

  I would stay on my toes until I was
out of here.

  Hannah wasn't at lunch. Everyone was asking Josephine what had happened when they were at the nurse's office. She told us that the nurse hadn't been too surprised. She had asked Hannah if she had resisted and Hannah admitted that she had. The nurse acted like she had deserved it.

  Everyone was scared now.

  I ate my lunch quickly and then went to my English class. He was already at the board writing down a lesson that I had taught while the other teacher was gone.

  I sat down in my spot again. Other girls were coming in. Hannah was among them. She started to cry when she saw him again. All the girls sat down. When everyone was in he went to close the door. I moved to stand up and everyone else copied me.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Glossner.”

  His eyes were on me, smiling again.

  The rest of the class repeated what I had said. He gave a nod and we all sat down. He taught the lesson and then he asked questions. Everyone was getting everything right, even Hannah who answered his question through her tears.

  He was pleased. He wanted us to read out of our books. We were reading and learning about Macbeth.

  He called on me to read. He moved right in front of my desk again. “Stand up, so everyone can hear you,” he said in English.

  I stood and read as nice as I could in my nervousness. Herr Glossner looked almost disappointed that I had done so well.

  He had the next girl stand and read. He corrected her a lot. She too was crying by the time she was finished. He corrected every mistake that she had made.

  He dismissed us after the hour was over and again we pushed to get out of the door, away from him.

  At supper Hannah couldn't stop crying. We heard that he had caned two other girls. Those girls were younger and would have to have him as a teacher again next year.

  Milena was holding the student handbook under the table and reading about what he was allowed to do this evening when he came to our room. He wasn't allowed to cane her again. But he could bear her and spank her with his hand, a ruler, a paddle or a belt.