Continued from Something in the air…)
When the class bell rang, Susanna Potts hung back and allowed the room to empty as Mrs. Knapp gathered her slides and materials from the last class of the afternoon. Neither an athlete, scholar nor trust fund darling, it was easy to understand Susanna being unnoticed as she dallied next to the windows. Even so, this was her third class with Mrs. Knapp and she felt familiar enough…but…
Mrs. Knapp had gathered her materials onto the side table and was sorting them when Susanna approached from behind and cleared her throat, startling her.
“Oh…Potts”, she said surprised. “Thought I was alone.”
“No ma’am. Just taking it in”, she patted the book in her hand. “Good lecture today.”
“Why thank you Miss!” Carol Knapp smiled widely and mock-curtsied. Medieval English literature was her passion and finding new ways to engage a widely varying and ever changing student body was her specialty.
“So Gawain was one for the ladies, was he?” asked Susanna.
“Beware of modern interpretations”, she answered. “He wasn’t a “hound” by any means. The code of chivalry wouldn’t allow that but he was one of the only knights not bound by a particular maiden-as Lancelot was by Guinevere let’s say. But he was The Maiden’s Knight-though bound to none made him bound to all. “
“And being ‘bound to all’ was he bound to spank them all? With his sword?”
“Hah!” laughed the professor. “Never the maidens-at least I’d doubt it. I’d assume the serving wenches were fair game though. The allusion had more to do with his ability to flawlessly handle the sword than the way he’d handle a maiden.”
“I…don’t get it. Why would it be especially difficult to swat a maiden on the bottom?”
“The key would be to do no permanent damage. The broadsword, Potts, is longer than…this,” she said, snatching a yardstick from the chalk shelf below the black board. “And heavier. And razor sharp along the edges down to the killing point.” She wielded the yardstick in front of herself and pretended to slash in slow motion. “It was probably easier to deal a killing blow than to lightly slap a straight sharp broadsword on rounded bottom.”
“Hmmm…Let’s see…” Susanna placed her books aside and turned her back to Mrs. Knapp. “Show me how he would.”
“Why Potts”, the woman stammered. “Your skirt would throw off the blow.”
“Not to worry”, said Susanna quickly with a fluttery laugh that trilled a little. She reached back and pulled up her skirt-sticking her round bottom, tightly swathed in white cotton, back toward her teacher. “I just want to see how it….might feel…”
“And this would be a new feeling for you would it Potts?”
“Yes, ma’am. Just curious…”
“Uh huh. Alright Potts”, said Mrs. Knapp with a half-smile. “Let’s see-here would be the flat of the sword” she pulled the yardstick back with her wrist and snapped it lightly across Susanna’s panties.
“I didn’t feel hardly anything!” the girl protested.
“Well, this is just an illustration of…”
“Maybe it’s the panties”, the girl said quickly and before the surprised Mrs. Knapp could utter a word she had caught her thumbs in the waistband and pushed her panties down to her knees.
“There!” she said. “As you said, bare bottom.” She clutched her skirt tightly and bent a little further.
“Alright Potts, I think I see now.”
“See what ma’am?” she smiled looking back over her shoulder eyes afire.
“Nothing girl-stand firm.” Susanna froze as Mrs. Knapp drew back the stick and let fly a moderate swat.
“Yeouch!” Susanna squealed.
“Exactly!” said Mrs. Knapp.
“Now with the edge”, Susanna fairly gasped holding her position.
“Now”, said Mrs. Knapp, drawing back her weapon, “If he wasn’t careful…”
She aimed the second swing for the spot just below the light pink shadow left by the first blow. The stick bit into the soft flesh and Susanna squealed again, standing bolt upright clapping both hands to her bottom.
“Owww! That stung.”
“Indeed. Now imagine such a blow struck by a strapping knight with a 5 pound broadsword. You think that might create an impression?”
“Wow, I’ll bet…..” Susanna drifted off in thought absently kneading her warmed bum.
“Here now”, Mrs. Knapp tapped her bottom with the stick before replacing it on chalk shelf. “Put that away now.”
Susanna moved slowly, as if underwater, pulling up her panties and smoothing her skirt. She was flushed with a thin sheen of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip. The fire in her eyes had banked but still shone brightly.
“You know Potts, I’m thinking. You might benefit from some private tutoring on Sir Gawain.
“You think so?”
“Mr. Knapp is at a conference this weekend, so I’m going to be in the office on Saturday morning. Would you want to stop by around eleven and we could continue the discussion?”
“That would be wonderful, Mrs. Knapp.”
“Yes, maybe. Reread the previous assignment and come with notes on the relationship of Gawain and women…”
Susanna picked up her books and hurried toward the door. Her voice was high and trilling again. “Yes, ma’am. I will be there at eleven sharp. Thank you!”
Yes, finding new ways to engage a widely varying and ever changing student body was definitely Carol Knapp’s specialty.