Profanity in school gets a girl in the principal’s office

By Paul Tecres

“Leanne, you’re needed in the office,” I heard my study hall teacher say. I collected my books, got up, and followed the student assistant out the door. I knew exactly what this was about. I’d been dreading it all week, and now the time had come. I had managed to make it almost to the end of my junior year without getting into trouble.

Then, on Monday of that week, I got into an argument in the cafeteria during lunchtime. And I used profanity, loudly enough that the entire room went silent. This was a major offense at our school, and I knew there would be consequences. I was sent to the principal’s office, and my options were explained.

I could either come in Saturday morning to serve a half day detention, or take the dreaded three licks with the paddle. I had plans with friends for Friday night, and I knew Saturday detention would hamper those. I asked if I could see the paddle, and our principal was kind enough to oblige me. He took it out of his desk drawer and passed it to me. It looked quite intimidating. Eighteen inches long, with eight inches of it shaped into a handle. The blade portion was about four inches wide, and the paddle was just over a quarter inch thick. It felt fairly heavy too.

I really wanted to be able to keep my weekend plans though.

“I think I should take the three licks,” I said nervously.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he replied. “I’ll have you called to the office Friday afternoon. You can decide then what you want to do.”

So, I had to spend a week thinking about it. I can say from experience that sometimes the anticipation of a spanking can be just as bad as the spanking itself.

I arrived at the principal’s office, and five other students were already there. He had me close the door as I entered. I noticed that I was the only girl in the room, and that made me feel a little self-conscious. The principal began to speak.

“Alright, whoever wants to take Saturday detention, raise your hand.” Three hands went up. “Okay, you three are dismissed, you can go back to class.” The three of them left the room. “So, you three are choosing to take the paddle, is that correct?”

We each answered with, “Yes sir.”

“Okay, if you’ll wait outside in the chairs near the door, I just need to get a few things ready.”

We exited and sat in the chairs, waiting. The two boys sat on either side of me. To my right was Randy, a senior on the football team. He was over six feet tall, and had the reputation of being a tough guy, but he looked incredibly tense and nervous. To my left was Greg, shorter than Randy and a bit on the skinny side. He was in my grade, and in fact rode my bus, but strangely we never talked. He always seemed to be a bit quiet. I asked if either one of them had done this before. They hadn’t, but they’d heard stories.

“I’ve been told that he can make a grown man cry the way he swings that thing,” Greg said.

A moment later the office door opened and the principal stuck his head out.

“Who would like to go first?”

“I will,” Randy replied nervously. He got up and went into the office. Through the closed door, we heard them talk for a brief moment but couldn’t make out what was being said. Then suddenly we heard a muffled pop, followed by Randy screaming out loud. A few seconds later another pop, and another scream. Then a few more seconds went by before the final swat.

Greg and I looked at each other with trepidation. He leaned closer and whispered to me, “Do you mind if I go next, I just want to get it over with?”

“That’s fine,” I replied anxiously.

Moments later, Randy emerged. He had tears streaming down his face and a slight quiver in his voice when he spoke to us.

“He said he’ll take whoever is next.”

Greg nodded to me and got up. He went in and closed the door. I waited and once again could barely hear the speech. Then finally I heard the first pop. Greg didn’t make a sound, at least not one audible to me. After the second pop I heard Greg make a faint sound like, “Mmmm.” The third pop was followed by a fairly quiet, short, “Ah” sound. Greg made his exit from the office door in much less time than Randy had taken. He looked like he was okay. His eyes caught mine, and must have seen my concerned expression. He responded by just shrugging his shoulders as he walked by quietly.

“Leanne, that just leaves you,” the principal said.

I got up and walked into his office.

“Just close the door behind you.”

I followed his instructions. As I looked around the room, I noticed some things had changed. One of the chairs that was normally facing his desk had been moved to the center of the room, and was turned facing the wall opposite the door. On his desk sat the paddle and a piece of paper which turned out to be a form with my name on it.

“I’ll just need you to sign this form stating that you’ve decided to take the paddle instead of detention.”

I signed the form on the bottom line. He picked up the paddle and gave further instructions.

“I need you to bend over the back of that chair and put your hands in the seat.”

I got into position. I felt the paddle tap my backside a couple of times.

“Alright Leanne, get ready.”

I braced myself for the coming impact. The first swat landed right on the sit spot, making a much louder pop this time. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I had expected though. The sound was almost worse than the sensation. About three seconds later the second swat landed on top of it, and I was starting to feel sore now. Then the third and final swat landed, and that was enough for me to let out an “Ow.” Just like that, as soon as it started to get tough to handle, it was over.

“All done,” the principal said. “You can stand up whenever you’re ready.”

I stood up and rubbed my bottom a little bit.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes sir, I’m fine.”

“Let’s see, you came here from study hall. Is that right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, there’s only ten minutes left until the dismissal bell. I don’t see any point in sending you back to class. How do you get home?”

“I ride the bus, sir.”

“Perfect. I’ll write you a pass to go out and wait for the bus early. Hopefully, this is the last time I see you in this office.”

With that, he handed me the pass and I went outside.

When everyone boarded the bus, I sat next to Greg.

“So, ” he asked. “How did it go?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I definitely don’t want to do it again.”

“Same here.”

We laughed a little at that. On the way home, we bonded over conversation about that experience. So much, that Greg became my boyfriend shortly thereafter.

The End

© Paul Tecres 2022