"Sarah, you're failing math. We're gonna have to kick you out of honors if you don't raise your grade. We're gonna assign you a peer tutor. It's um… Matthew Whiting." I nod and walk out of the office. Yay! I get a peer tutor. *note the sarcasm* At least it's Matthew, one of the nicer guys. I click my boots down the hallway and to my locker. This was my study hall, so it didn't matter if I was late. I grabbed my math, science, and grammar textbooks along with my pencil bag, writing notebook, and folder. I slide over to my table.

"Yo, Sarah, where were you?"

"At the office." They don't ask anything else, so I do my science homework in peace. Someone clears their thought, and I turn around. It's Matthew.

"Hey, um Sarah, we need to get together soon. Are you free after school?"

"Yeah, just head over to my place." He nods and returns to his group, the "populars." Don't get me wrong, I'm popular, but I'm a toughie (Not really, but I do dirty work for them.) I go back to my locker right as the bell is ringing and walk home. Every Friday I have to. Surprisingly, I didn't have plans. I change and listen to some Metro Station. I'm home alone until 5 every night. The doorbell rings and I turn off my music and head to the door. I hope it's not the neighbors.

"Hey Sarah."

"Hey Matthew. Come in and we can get started." He walks in and after five minutes, I start complaining.

"Ughhh! This is too hard."

"No it's not; you just do it like this."

"That's easy for you to say, you're a genius. I'm so stupid!"

"No you're not. Let's skip that problem." I nod and he explains a few more before I get frustrated again.

"My retarded brain doesn't understand this crap!" I start to bang my head on the table and Matthew stops me.

"Stop it! Don't downgrade yourself! And don't hurt yourself! If you do that one more time, you won't like the outcome." I decide to shut up, for a while. We get to the last problem and I can't comprehend it.

"I'm stupid." I bury my face in my hands and Matthew brings me to my feet.

"What did I tell you about the next time you insulted yourself?"

"That I wouldn't like the outcome?" I say innocently, while batting my eyes. He ignores my and grabs my hand, leading me over his lap. I tense up. He's going to spank me.

"Sarah, I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but this is for your own good." He doesn't Wit for a reply and starts spanking me.

"Oww!" I squeal. He sighs and continues on, without lecturing me. I kick my legs up, hoping to make him stop. Instead, he pins them down, much to my dismay. "I'm sorry! Please stop!" I yell.

"I *smack* am *smack* not *smack* stopping *smack* until *smack* I *smack* think *smack* you *smack* have *smack* learned *smack* your *smack* lesson! *smack*" A few tears escape my eyes and more soon follow. I haven't cried since first grade. I am now in seventh. Matthew pauses for a second before proceeding to pull down my sweatpants.

"No! I'm sorry!" He continues on and I'm bawling. He sighs and spanks a little harder. I grab his pant leg and grip for dear life. My legs kick as high as they can go. He stops and I breathe a breath of relief.

"Sarah, these next few are gonna hurt a lot. It's just twenty more, okay?" I nod and the first or twenty comes as a shock, a huge shock that I have no time to recover from. The next nine come, and then he takes a few second break. He continues on extremely fast. By now, I'm sobbing desperately.

"Shh, Sarah baby, it's all over." He says soothingly while rubbing my back. He pulls up my sweatpants and flips my around, careful not to let my butt touch anything. I bury my small head into his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

Once I have calmed down, he pulls me to my feet.

"Sarah, honey, there are a few things that I don't tolerate, that being one of them. NEVER say those things about yourself again. You are beautiful, wonderful, and a genius." I manage a small smile and he brings me into a hug. "Please, don't make me do that again."

"You won't have to, I'm sorry." My eyes start drooping and he notices.

"Hey, do you want to sleep?" I nod my head and he picks me up bridal style. He lays me down and tucks me in. I quickly let sleep overcome me.