Unbending Love

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The sound bath gong sounded, its sounds reverberating throughout the room, sending tingles down my spine.

It's the first day I'm supposed to be shadowing Teacher Solomon on probation as a yoga teacher, but I'm...running late.

The gong could only mean one thing - Teacher Solomon had already started class...without me...

*What a way to start your first day of school...*

I really thought today - would be the start of when things would be different. I finally got a job, after 7 months of searching since the tech company I was working at laid me off.

Even though it was yoga, not a tech job, it was something I had been looking forward to: a new start. Yoga was something I had found solace in amidst the stress of my previous job, and after 5 years of yoga, it felt right to be teaching it now.

I dashed into class, breathing, panting, "I'm so sorry I'm late"...only to be greeted by 10 pairs of eyes staring at me...and 1 pair of eyes glaring at me...Teacher Solomon's eyes.

"Samantha, well...welcome to our class..or should I say, your class? Are you attending as a teacher or a student?"

"I...I...I'm teaching, Sir."

The 10 pairs of eyes widened in shock, with whispers and mutters going "She must be new?" "Our teacher is late?" "Never seen her before"...causing my eyes to dart down and for me to lower my head in shame.

"Well, class, what did we say about punctuality and people who are late?" Teacher Solomon quipped, staring at the rest of the class.

"Rule Number 1: Respect our bodies, respect other people's bodies - always come on time." - one student quipped.

"Very good, and what happens if you break the rules?" - Teacher Solomon growled.

*Silence*

"No one? Well, you must know, rules are never meant to be broken, but bodies are meant to be bent. SAMANTHA. Well, perhaps in your first class, you can teach these rookies a lesson. SAMANTHA, downward facing dog please."

I had no idea what was happening, but I was just relieved Teacher Solomon was giving me a chance to...continue teaching class. I was a bit embarassed I was late, because these students could be my colleagues in future. At Saradanian Space, we taught both yoga classes for the general public, as well as Yoga Teacher Training Classes (YTT). Today was my first time teaching the YTT and I was so so nervous because generally, the students who came would already know yoga basics and would be my future colleagues. And, it was my first day, I had to make it through probation to be retained as a full-time staff. Otherwise, the unpaid credit card bills piling up on my kitchen counter would just increase...

With a deep breath, I began the demonstration, explaining, "Good morning class, for a downward facing dog, we first get down on all fours, and after our palms are planted on the ground, thrust your hips to the sky, forming your body into a V-shape. We generally hold it for about 8 counts."

"Thank you Samantha."

*Gasp* *Ouch*

Suddenly I felt something strike my upthrusted buttocks, and my palms dug into the ground, struggling to keep a balance. I glanced at the mirror, trying to see what it was...only to see Teacher Solomon wielding a fly swatter.

"Count, Samantha. How long did you say we have to hold the downward facing dog position for?"

"One, Sir. 8 counts sir."

"And how long were you late for, Samantha?"

"I think it was ... 5 minutes, sir"

*Whack* I suddenly felt another strike to my right buttock.

"I see you're not only late, you fail to keep time. You were late for 8 minutes, Samantha."

"I...I'm sorry Sir."

"You were supposed to start the class 8 minutes ago. But because of your tardiness, I had to step in and start teaching the class for you. Yet you were late. What were you thinking of teaching the next generation of yoga teachers here?"

"I...I'm sorry Sir."

"Oh, you will be. But first, we have a lesson to teach. And you wasted not just 8 minutes of my time, but of each and every student here. Don't you think you owe each one an apology?"

"Yes...I'm sorry Sir."

"Oh, don't say it to me. Say it to them. Each of the 10 students here will punish you for 8 minutes each. Go on then, teach us the routine you were going to teach us."

"Y..Yes Sir."

I rose to stand up to change my position, only for my ass to be greeted by another thwack.

"Who said you could get up? I told you to teach the class. Rule 101 of Yoga is that our positions should flow from one position to another. Why are you standing up?"

"S...Sory Sir." I quickly hid my head in shame into a downward facing dog. My first lesson was not going at all like how I thought it would be.

"You don't seem to be getting the message or learning from your mistakes so maybe this might help you." Suddenly, I felt my yoga tights being yanked down.

"Three-legged dog please" Teacher Solomon barked.

I gulped as I lifted my left leg up into a "Three-legged dog". At the same time, I felt the left leg pants of my yoga tights being yanked off my left leg.

*Whack* Another whack to my ass was delivered, this time on my left cheek. It was all I could do to not cry at this juncture. I never thought I'd spend my first yoga lesson as a teacher, teaching a lesson with my panties on display for my students.

"Well, don't just stand there. Teach. Demonstrate. Do your job. We change legs after how long?" Teacher Solomon asked.

"8 counts, Sir" I whispered while changing legs such that this time it was my right leg lifted high in the sky.

As my right leg lifted, the remaining pant leg whipped in the air, smacking Teacher Solomon who was next to me.

"Oh we have an attitude here do we? That wasn't exactly a 3-legged dog. That was more like a horse kick. Whats the matter Samantha, do you not think you're wrong at all?"

"Oh no sir, I'm really really sorry. I really didn't expect it to h..hit...you..."

"Well, I guess we don't have to worry about that because, it's going."

With that, I felt my pants being lifted off my right leg and from the corner of my eye I saw it being hurled to a corner.

"There, its in the corner...which is where you'll be after we end class."

I gasped. It was my first time meeting Teacher Solomon and I heard he could be a scary boss. But...I never expected this.

*Ouch* I didn't have time to think. I felt my panties being scrunched up like a wedgie in my butt crack, revealing my cheeks to the world. And another 4 more slaps rained on my ass.

"That's what I thought. You weren't learning your lesson at all. Look how white your cheeks are. Well, that's a bit better, they look like you're in the pink of health now."

I didn't dare look at any of my students, my eyes stared at the floor, wishing a hole would come and swallow me up.

"Well, whats the next pose then, Teacher Samantha?"

I swallowed my tears, and bravely said "then we move into tabletop position."

I quickly lowered my legs and flattened my back into "table top position".

I took another gulp before stating as calmly as I could, "here, its important to not round your back/hunch your back as that's reserved for cat/cow position."

"How long do we hold it for?" A student quipped.

Teacher Solomon came around, and rained a few smacks on my now reddening ass.

"8 counts"

"That's right class, we must tell our students how long to hold each pose for so Samantha shouldn't have omitted that. You there who asked that question, come over and teach her. Your 8 minutes of punishment starts now"

The student ran over, and began attacking my dear arse for his 8 minutes. He rained slaps on my left cheek, before attacking my right cheek. Leaving me sobbing as I did all I could to hold the tabletop position for fear Teacher Solomon would do worse to me if I let anything slip.

After what felt like eternity, the slaps stopped and I felt a cold hand caress my cheeks.

"Where are my manners, you have not been introduced because...Teacher Samantha missed the introductions. Well, can you share your name with Teacher Samantha? - Teacher Solomon barked.

"Hi Teacher Samantha, I'm Max" - said my first student tormentor.

"Well Samantha, have you forgotten what you're supposed to do? Apologise to everyone in the room individually?" - Teacher Solomon growled.

"I...I'm sorry Max."

"And what are you sorry for?" - Teacher Solomon

"I...I'm sorry for wasting your time and being late by 8 minutes. Thank you for teaching me a lesson." - I meekly said.

I heard a "Very good Samantha, I guess the lesson is sinking in. Can you teach the rest what's next?"

I took another gulp, before stating, "Next, its easy to flow into cat cow position where you round your back and then arch your back. This trains your spinal flexibility. "

My knees were aching, but not as much as my ass that was on fire. I demonstrated cat cow position, wincing each time I changed position as the wedgie dug deeper into my butt crack.

"Samantha, have you forgotten something?" Teacher Solomon shouted.

My mind blanked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"How long should we tell our classes to do cat/cow for?" another student chimed.

Argh, silly me. I forgot again.

"Please do it for sets of 8 counts."

"Well, you better teach it to her since she keeps forgetting. Its your 8 minutes next. And I guess you better introduce yourself to Teacher Samantha" - Teacher Solomon pulled the student up to the front of the class where I was.

"I'm Tia."

The way the student rained slaps on my cheeks, it was as though Tia had some pent up anger, as the slaps dug at my ass cheeks. I alternated between cat/cow poses, hoping by moving I could avoid her slaps, but each time, my butt crack cried for mercy because the wedgie kept tugging at my punished cheeks each time I changed between cat/cow poses.

At this moment, I couldn't wait for the class to be over. I could not believe what had happened. Was being 5, sorry 8 minutes wrong such a cardinal sin that deserved this?

"What?" Teacher Solomon barked.

Oh shit, it turns out it wasn't a voice in my head and I had blurted it out to the entire class.

"I guess someone still hasn't learnt her lesson if she is thinking whether being 8 minutes late was so wrong."

Suddenly, I felt a cool air, as my panties were being yanked down, all the way to my knees, while I was still in cow position.

"SAMANTHA"

"Y...Yes sir..."

"Tree position. NOW."

I gingerly extricated myself from the floor and stood up. . My knees had almost gone numb with pins and needles, but they were so relieved to finally leave the floor.

I did all I could to balance on my left trembling leg while bending my right leg and tucking my right leg behind my left knee to assume the Tree Position. It was difficult because my panties were still bunched up around my knees.

Teacher Solomon saw, and grabbed the student nearest to me, and asked him to extraciate my right leg out of the right leg hole, such that my panties fell to the floor around my left ankle.

"SAMANTHA. Are you just standing there playing hopscotch or is this a tree pose? If this is what you call a tree pose, I question why we hired you?"

It was all I could do to raise my hands up above my head to complete the tree pose.

"S...sorry Sir."

"Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to them for wasting their time"

I couldn't wait for this day to be over...but Teacher Solomon had other plans...

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