| You have no doubt heard of the "police procedural" in the detective genre.
Well, this is a spanking procedural--high school paddling division. I like
high school paddling and this one (at least part 1 here) is
derivative of a I read years ago and lost. I think it may have come
from the folks at Scarlett Hill in the late 80's. So I apologize to the
original author, and will gladly take my medicine from her. I know this is
a little different from my usual fare, but bear with me....
Thrice Burned Pt 1
Jeff was in trouble. Normally he was a good, well behaved, and
conscientious student. A smiling sandy haired youth, Jeff seemed the
epitome of the type of who fit in well at Eastside Christian High
School. But, being a senior and 18 years old, he thought he could do
things and get away with them. Jeff wasn't a mean kid, but he was a bit
insensitive. He was a computer whiz and spent hours exploring the web and
experimenting with software. He also wanted to be "in" and it was probably
this that led to his predicament. He was slightly built, not very
athletic, but he liked the "jock" crowd and wanted them to accept and like
him. So to make a splash, he made a of Margaret, a rather solidly
built, somewhat plain in his homeroom who seemed to be the butt of a
lot of jokes because of the baggy and plain clothes she wore and because of
her size. She wasn't fat, she was just big, a husky who was sort
of different. She was also intelligent, which did not endear her to many
of her peers except for her friends on the girls' soccer team of which she
was a member.
On his computer Jeff had managed to "morph" Margaret's face from a
yearbook onto a nude in a jpeg file downloaded from the internet.
The nude in qustion was a big boned, buxom woman who was, at the time,
being fucked from behind. Jeff did such a good job that it really looked
like Margaret. So, on a boring March day, Jeff slipped the to one
of his "wanna be" jock friends who thought it was a hoot. The friend in
turn passed it to another, and soon the whole room was snickering. This
naturally attracted the attention of Barbara Strickland, the homeroom
teacher. Miss Strickland was the girls' PE teacher, but doubled as
homeroom monitor. She was tall, and athletic, with short sandy
hair. She also had long, well muscled legs and an hourglass figure. She
was, in short, the object of many an idle boyish lust fantasy.
The really unfortunate thing was that just as Miss Strickland's antennae
went up, someone dropped the right in front of Margaret who
immediatly recognized her face and let out a shriek. Margaret came from a
strict home where such things as shown in the were never even
acknowleged, much less, discussed. To even admit to have gazed on a
picture like this one would have earned Margaret or her brothers a trip
across mom's lap for a stinging session with the punishment paddle or a
trip to the woodshed out back with dad and his strap. Margaret was so
mortified she couldn't speak, but buried her face in her hands and ran from
the room amid guffaws from several of the who had now seen the and could contain themselves no longer.
"Who did this?" said a steely eyed Ms Strickland as she seized the lewd
Several pairs of eyes came to rest on Jeff.
"Jeff?? Did you do this?" said Ms Strickland incredulously. She
couldn't believe it. Jeff was such a nice boy.
Jeff shrugged nervously and lamely offered, "It was just a
"You made a hideous obscene of Margaret, passed it around, and
it was a joke? You will see me after school today, in my office, promptly
at 3:30. Do you understand? Now I have to see to Margaret".
And she left to find Margaret and to try to calm her down. When she
came back, with fire in her eyes, she admonished them all to say nothing of
this to anyone on pain of suspension. And to Jeff she made it clear that
there would be serious repercussions. Jeff quailed at this news. A
probable suspension. This was big trouble. His would be very,
very angry. They were away on a mission for a year and his Aunt Joyce was
staying with him, but, still, the news would kill them. They were staunch
Christians and wouldn't dream he'd do something like this. Jeff vowed that
whatever it took, he would try to keep them from finding out.
This was foremost in Jeff's mind when he knocked on Ms Strickland's door
that afternoon. At her command, he entered.
"I can't believe what you did," she began. "Margaret is a very
sensitive and for you to embarass her in this way is intolerable. You
should be very ashamed of yourself, Jeff Collins, and I intend, first, to
suspend you, and, second, to inform your without delay."
"Please, Ms Strickland. I'm really sorry. Don't suspend me, and please
don't tell my parents. I'd die if they found out. Do anything else, just
not that. I'll take swats, even, just don't do what you said", Jeff
blurted, pleading his case.
The "swats" Jeff mentioned were part of this private school's discipline
code. Sometimes, in lieu of suspension, a student could opt for "swats"
from the school paddle in remission of the offense with no permanent
record. The swats were given by the teacher imposing the discipline. In
such cases the student and teacher met in the principal's office where the
student signed a release agreeing to the punishment. If the parent had
previously indicated consent to the administration of corporal punishment
on the registration form for that year, the punishment would be carried out
and the notified later.
Jeff did not think that this presented a problem. While his were away, his Aunt Joyce was living with him. They were great friends and
he was sure she would keep his secret. When the release had been signed,
the teacher, the student and one witness, usually the school nurse, would
make the long walk to the basement storeroom where all paddlings were
carried out. It was secluded and out of earshot; however the sight of two
teachers, one of them carrying the dreaded discipline paddle, ushering a
nervous looking youth to the basement was a dead giveaway for what was
about to happen. Before reporting to the office, the "condemned" was
required to change into PE clothes. This made all paddlings somewhat equal
between and girls, because it allowed the same two layers, PE shorts
and underpants, between paddle and bottom.
"That is out of the question, Jeff, although your should
definitely give you a good hard whipping. You certainly deserve it. But
the limit on swats is 12, and that is not nearly enough punishment for this
despicable act. Just how do you think Margaret feels? No, swats will not
square this account, man. This goes on your record."
Jeff thought furiously, then an idea sprang to mind.
"I'll take the swats bare bottom", Jeff offered. "It will a lot
"What? On your bare bottom? Impossible! You know we cannot remove a
student's clothing for a paddling."
Jeff thought again. "I know you cannot remove clothing, Ms Strickland,
but there is nothing that says I can't voluntarily do it. I think it would
be very beneficial to me if I did. I would feel well and truly punished.
Please, I'll take all 12 licks on my b-b-bare seat."
Barbara Strickland thought for a moment. Though she was angry at Jeff
for such a cruel prank, she knew he was not a bad kid. Maybe a little bare
bottom justice was appropriate, she thought. She also wondered if Jeff
knew what he was getting himself into. A 12 lick paddling, even over the
permitted clothing was no laughing matter. She had seen the most snotty
and arrogant of junoirs and seniors reduced to sobbing and begging little
boys and after only 6 licks, and here was Jeff volunteering for 12 on
his bare little tushy no less.
She regarded Jeff with a pensive look while he anxiously awaited her
decision. "All right Jeff. We will give you the swats, and you will
present yourself for this punishment as you have agreed. We will do it
Friday, after school. In addition, you will write a letter of apology to
Margaret and give it to her personally. Tomorrow you will meet me in the
office to sign the release. I trust your have authorized this?"
Jeff knew that they had. Jeff had been spanked when he was younger, the
last episode being a scorching session over his mom's knee with her
hairbrush for swearing when he was 13. His were ministers and
believed in physical discipline, so when the form was presented to them,
they signed. And, they added at the time, that if he was ever punished
this way at school, it would be repeated at home. Fortunately that hadn't
happened in three and a half years of high school.
Friday was agony for Jeff, knowing what was about to happen. Although
he was glad to have contained the situation, he was nervous and embarassed,
hoping nobody would find out. He hadn't thought of how painful it would
be, but as the time approached his thoughts shifted to his tender rear as
he remembered that last tanning from his mom. His could not abide
swearing, so when she heard him utter a foul word, she had grabbed him by
the earlobe and hauled him yelping in pain up to her bedroom. Once inside
she had picked up her hairbrush and lectured him on the sin of swearing,
shaking the dreaded brush in his face as she spoke. Seated at her vanity,
she had pulled him between her knees after ending the lecture, and had
proceeded to unbutton Jeff's pants amid his tearful protests. She had
yanked down his pants and underpants and had flipped him across her left
knee, locking his legs down with her right leg. With his face nearly at
the floor and his shamefully bared fanny poised over his mothers knee, she
began to spank. Hard smacks rained down, equally distributed between his
right and left rear cheeks. How that had hurt! He had tried not to cry,
but after his just kept on smacking and smacking his bared behind with
that hard brush he had dissolved into tears and had begged and squealed for
her to stop.
He thought he could take it better now that he was older, but now he
wasn't so sure. And for Ms Strickland to see his naked behind! And smack
him like a baby! At the same time, he had an image of baring his bottom to
the attractive teacher, a paddle in her hand, and he felt his cock stir.
So after final bell on Friday, Jeff changed into PE gear and walked
quickly to the office. Unfortunately a few of his friends noticed and gave
him smirking looks. At the office he was met by Ms Strickland and the
school nurse, Rebbeca Andrews.
"Mrs Andrews will accompany us as a witness, Jeff. That is the
procedure. Please sign the release and we will go. I hope you have
prepared yourself for this."
"I am here to witness punishment and to insure that the paddling is
administered correctly and fairly, Jeff." said Mrs Andrews. "I am sorry
for you that it has come to this. If you've never had a paddling before,
be assured it hurts. There may be some welts or bruising, but that will
recede in a couple of days. Sitting won't be very comfortable for awhile
and I'm afraid your dignity will suffer too. Most kids cry."
Jeff would never forget the humiliating walk to the punishment room.
The sight of Ms Strickland walking ahead of him, the paddle in her right
hand, accompanied by Mrs Andrews, left no doubt in the minds of any casual
observers as to what was about to happen. He would later recall the loud
clicking of the high heels of the two women as they walked down the long
corridor in the basement, the way Ms Stricklands hips swayed in her tight
skirt, and the way she tapped the paddle against her thigh. Nor would he
forget the knowing looks and smirks from all who witnessed the shameful
Finally they arrived at the basement room. The moment of truth was at
"Jeff, you are here to be paddled. Do you have anything to say before
"Only that I'm sorry, ma'am".
"You will tell that to Margaret, man. Now pay attention. You
will get 12 licks. They will be hard ones, spaced about 15 or 20 seconds
apart, so you will feel the full effect of each one. I can assure you it
will like blazes. You will bend over, legs straight, and put your
hands on your knees. You will adjust your clothing as you agreed. You
will not stand up, put your hands in back, or get out of position. Do I
make myself clear? If you do not obey these instructions, we will stop, go
back upstairs, and you will have a suspension on your record."
"Now Jeff, face the wall and bend over."
Jeff sighed and bent over as instructed.
"Adjust your shorts."
As Jeff reached behind to pull down his pants, Mrs Andrews shot a
questioning glance at Barbara Strickland.
"Jeff has agreed to this voluntarily. He wants it this way," she said
to the astonished nurse, who had her hand over her mouth."
Jeff's shorts and underpants came to rest at Jeff's ankles, revealing
Jeff's pale boyish bottom cheeks, now nervously twiching in anticipation.
"Twelve licks, Jeff. After each one, count its number and say 'thank
you ma'am'. Are you ready?" "Yes ma'am," said Jeff woefully.
Barbara whooshed the paddle through the air a few times, sending shivers
down Jeff's back. She took her stance to Jeff's left, tapped his bottom
twice and raised her arm to her shoulder.
SMACK!! The paddle landed with an earsplitting crack in the small room.
Jeff's mouth flew open as the wave of pain hit. "Yeowww", he screeched.
"I didn't hear you count, Jeff"
"Oww...ow....ow...one, thank you ma'am."
SMACK!! "Owwwww...two..thank you ma'am."
"I hope this is teaching you a good lesson." said Ms strickland, raising
the paddle again.
SMACK!! "Oh oooh...ow..three...thank you ma'am"
"You know, it was very cruel what you did and you deserve to be spanked
till you can't sit for a week!"
SMACK!! " Ouch! ouch! ouch!...please, not so hard..uh four, thank you
Jeff's legs began to wobble and tears formed in his eyes. The searing
pain was incredible!
SMACK!! "yeowwww.....f-f-five, thank you ma'am."
The pain was excruciating, much more intense than anything Jeff had ever
felt. It seared his quivering hind cheeks with an unimaginable heat. He
struggled to keep his hands in place.
SMACK!! The paddle struck, nearly lifting Jeff up off his feet.
"Owwwww...s-s-six, thank you ma'am."
"This is what who make dirty pictures get!"
CRACK!! Another solid smack flattened Jeff's fanny, leaving a brand of
fire. His bottom was beet red. "Owwww...no..no...er, seven, thank you,
Jeff was close to openly crying. he could not stop the tears.
SMACK!! The hardest one yet, right across the crowns of his bare seat.
Jeff wailed and repeated the humiliating litany.
"Eight..owwww....owww...thank you ma'am."
"A good bare fanny paddling is just what you need man."
SMACK!! "yeowwww!...n-n-nine, thank you ma'am", Jeff blubbered, half
"Do not move, Jeff! Stay in position."
"But it hurts so much, I can't take any more," Jeff wailed, crying salty
tears. His face was as as his bare behind and snot and tears made him
choke as he begged for Ms Strickland to stop.
"YOU asked for this, Jeff, and now you are going to get it!"
SMACK!! "Yeowwwww...ow...ow...ow..ten, thank you,ma'am." SMACK!!
eleven! SMACK!! twelve!
How Jeff made it through the last two he would never know. Barbara
Strickland administered those swats with all the strength of her arm. Jeff
bawled like a baby at each smack and barely held on to his knees. When she
had finished Jeff fell to his knees and rubbed his burning, wounded,
buttocks. It felt as if the pain had soaked into his entire body. Barbara
was pleased. Another smarty-pants senior had been reduced to a crying 6
year after a spanking from mommy.
"You may replace your pants now, Jeff. What do you say to Mrs Andrews
and myself for taking the time to administer your correction?"
"Er...thank you ma'am..for er correcting me as I deserved." Jeff managed
to stammer. He winced as he pulled his pants over his flaming buns.
The trio walked out of the room. Jeff was able to change in the gym
unseen and make it home. That night at dinner he could not sit. After
some lame excuses, he finally confessed to his Aunt Joyce what had
happened. She was distressed and demanded to see his bottom.
"Wow, you really took a licking, Jeff," she said upon viewing his
beet-red bottom. "Lets go upstairs and try some cold cream."
As Joyce rubbed the cold cream in, she felt sorry for Jeff. The pain
must have been awful. She could recall her own childhood paddlings and
knew what one felt like. At the same time she realized that she would have
an unpleasant duty to perform later. She wondered if Jeff remembered the
agreement they had all made just before his had left.....
END OF PART 1