A girl lets her friend get into trouble and regrets it.

 By Paul Tecres

“What kind of trouble are you in?” I asked Becky as the bus turned into our neighborhood.

“Well, I got three days of in-school suspension.”

I sighed. “I should be there with you.”

“Alexis, it’s okay, really. I don’t blame you for looking out for yourself. I did what I did, and now I’ve got to deal with the consequences.”

Her reply didn’t make me feel much better about the situation.

“Speaking of that, I know you’ll probably be in some trouble at home. Will you still be able to have company today?”

“Oh yeah, that’ll be fine. It’ll get taken care of later on. Besides, you don’t wanna miss my mom’s fried chicken.”

We both chuckled a little. The bus pulled up to our stop, and we departed for Becky’s house. Since I had a dinner invite, I was coming home with her after school and we’d hang out until well after dinner.

We arrived and headed up to Becky’s room. After setting our bookbags down, we sat in the chairs at the foot of her bed. This gave us a good view of the television screen. We were both looking forward to this because a show that we both liked on a popular streaming service had just released its second season that day. We were intrigued to see how the story played out in season 2.

We got about five minutes into the show when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Becky paused the video and called out, “Come in!”

Her dad opened the door and spoke.

“Becky I was going through my emails, and I found one from the school.”

“I’m sorry, dad. I was going to come talk to you about that.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and discuss it in the office, and just get it out of the way.”

Becky sounded slightly nervous now.

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Alexis, if you can excuse me for a little bit.”

“No worries. I’ll keep it on pause until you get back.”

“Thanks,” Becky replied as she got up and left with her dad.

I now needed to occupy my time for a bit. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my social apps. I looked at various memes and cat videos for a while. I glanced at the time and noticed that about twenty minutes had passed. I was beginning to get a little worried, but I told myself that everything was probably all right.

About two minutes later, Becky came back to the room.

“I was debating on reporting you missing,” I said.

She chuckled slightly.

“Well, you’ve found me now.”

I noticed that she seemed to be walking with an unusual gait. It appeared as if walking was making her uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

As Becky said that, she walked to the head of her bed and took two pillows off. She then brought them over to her chair and stacked one atop the other in the seat. She took a deep breath. I was even more worried now.

“Becky, what happened?”

“I got a talking-to of sorts about what happened at school. Also, I have officially quit smoking.”

“A talking-to?”

“Yeah, there was a short conversation between me and my dad. Afterwards, well, the paddle had a talk with my behind. We all agreed that I won’t be repeating my behavior.”

She’d said that with a slight smile, and I didn’t understand how she could.

“You mean, you got a spanking?”

“Oh yeah, a good one. Though, given the circumstances, I’d say he was a little lenient this time. I appreciated that.”

“It doesn’t look like he was lenient.”

“I’ve had worse.”


“Yeah, this is actually the first time in, let’s see, four years, that I’ve gotten paddled. The last time was when I was thirteen. I’d snuck out to meet up with a boy I liked. Not only did the boy stand me up, but I got caught.

“Dad gave me a choice that time. I could either be grounded for two weeks or get paddled. This was just a couple of days before spring break, and of course you and I both had plans. So, I picked the paddle. Got a dozen swats that time. That’s why I said he was lenient today, because I only got six.”

“Wow. I’m sorry you had to get paddled.”

“It’s alright. It’s over now, and I know everything is forgiven. And since I owned up and took my licks it’s easier to forgive myself too.”

“Oh,” was the best reply I could manage. I looked down at the floor then, mostly out of guilt and shame.

“What is it?” Becky asked.

I sighed.

“Well, the thing is, my parents never really,” I paused for a second. “They never discipline me.”

“Really?” Becky replied as her eyes widened.

“Yeah, when I get in trouble it’s pretty much the silent treatment. It might last a few hours, or a few days. I hate it because it feels like there’s this dark shadow hanging over everything, and my relationship with them is strained. I know it sounds weird, but I wish they would ground me, spank me, anything else. Honestly, I’d rather have a sore backside than feel that disconnect.”

I could see a look of sympathy in Becky’s face.

“Even though I don’t have personal experience with what you described, I completely get where you’re coming from.”

“Thanks Becky. You’re a great friend.”

“You too, Alexis. Hey, I’m gonna change into something more loose-fitting. These tight jeans are a little uncomfortable right now. First, though, I want to take care of something. Usually, whenever I get paddled I survey the damage, so to speak. If you want, you can have a look too.”

I had to admit that I was a little bit curious. I agreed to take her up on that offer. Becky locked her bedroom door to ensure privacy.

“You have to promise not to smack my bottom when you see this.”

“I would never do that.”

“I know, I’m just teasing.”

Then she took off her jeans, and walked over to her full-length mirror. She turned around and pulled her panties down to her knees. She bent over slightly while facing away from the mirror and looked back. I looked at the mirror image first before turning to see a first-hand view. Her bottom was a dark shade of red starting in the lower half, and going just below the point where it met the backs of her legs.

“Looks like he concentrated on one spot,” I said.

“Yeah, the part you sit on is the most tender, so he keeps it in that area. It really teaches you a lesson you’ll remember. Plus, I was bent over so it made that part an easier target. Come to think of it, I wish I’d had my hair in a ponytail like yours is. Then I wouldn’t have had it in my face the whole time.”

“Did you have to get undressed or anything? I mean, your bottom is really red.”

“No, my dad would never paddle me on the bare behind. What you see here, he was able to do through jeans with no trouble. It’s not really as bad as it looks. I’ll definitely be sore for a couple of days, but I’ll be fine.”

Becky pulled her panties back up and went to her closet to hang up her jeans and change. She came out a minute later wearing a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants. She sat down in her chair slowly. I sat in the chair next to hers, and contemplated everything we’d talked about.

Even though it seemed like she’d been through a horrible ordeal, she was in good spirits about it. What she’d said about forgiveness really hit home with me. Both the part about knowing she was forgiven, and being able to forgive herself.

I wanted to forgive myself, and to feel like someone had at least held me accountable for my actions. I found myself staring at her bedroom floor immersed in my thoughts and feelings. So much so, that it took me a moment to realize that Becky had called my name at least twice now. I snapped out of my daze suddenly.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“I hope I haven’t upset you, telling you all this today. Dad offered to wait and paddle me after you left, but I wanted to get it over with.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just, I was wrong to do what I did this morning. And, I want to face up to the consequences like you did.”

“Well, I don’t really have any advice to offer on that. Sorry.”

I had an idea then, and I knew it was a long shot. I needed more information before I could proceed.

“Becky, I’m going to ask you something that might sound crazy, but hear me out.”

“Go ahead, ask me anything.”

I struggled slightly to put it into words.

“Do you think that maybe, um, maybe your dad could paddle me too?”

I could see in her face that she was taken aback by my question as she paused.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess you’d have to take that up with him.”

“Oh, any thoughts on how to go about it?”

“Let’s see. Dad should still be in his office for a bit. In the office there’s a green chair right across from his desk. Now, in our house there’s sort of an unwritten rule, that if you go and sit in that chair, dad has to stop what he’s doing and talk with you about whatever is on your mind. I’ve sat in that chair seeking advice several times. Interestingly enough, it’s also the chair I have to bend over when I get paddled.”

Becky chuckled. She then continued.

“Why don’t you go sit down in that chair and talk to him about what’s bothering you. He’s a good listener, and he could probably find a way to help you. We can just restart the show when you get back.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

Becky’s dad worked from home, and his office was downstairs on the opposite end of the house. It had been a garage before it was remodeled. It made sense that he’d give spankings in that office as it afforded greater privacy.

I made the walk from Becky’s bedroom, across the house, through a door from the kitchen to the laundry room. At the opposite end of that room was the office door.

I knocked and heard her dad’s voice reply, “Come in,” with his usual pleasant demeanor.

I opened the door slowly and leaned inside.

“Alexis, how are you?” he greeted.

“I’m okay,” I struggled with words again. “Becky said there was a chair,” was the best I could come up with.

Her dad smiled.

“She must have told you about the green chair. Come in, close the door, and have a seat.”

The chair’s legs were a typical length, but the back of it was fairly short, coming up just a couple of inches below my waist height. It had cushioning, not just in the seat but along the back and arms as well. I was incredibly nervous, being unsure of how to start this conversation.

The thin cotton shorts I was wearing were very short, and as I sat down I became self-conscious about it. I crossed my legs and tugged slightly at the bottom hem as if that was somehow going to make them longer. He could see that I was having a difficult time, and was quite understanding.

“Alexis, just take a couple of deep breaths and collect your thoughts. There’s no rush. You can feel free to talk to me about anything.”

That helped a good bit, and after a moment I was able to begin putting my thoughts into words.

“Mr Simmons, Becky talked to you earlier about what happened at school today. Right?”

“We did have a discussion about that. It’s alright, though. That’s been dealt with.”

“Well, there’s a part of that story she probably didn’t mention.”

“Okay, go on.”

“She got caught smoking behind the library this morning. Did she tell you that I was there too, also smoking?”

“She didn’t mention it, but she was mainly telling me about her getting caught. Did you get in some kind of trouble too?”

“No, I didn’t. I saw the teacher coming, and I ducked around the corner and stomped out my cigarette. I didn’t get caught.”

“Oh, I see. How do you feel about that?”

“Um, terrible, to be honest.”

“I understand. Feeling guilty about something like this is natural. But, if you feel guilty, that’s also a sign that you’re a good person who wants to do the right thing.”

I looked up at him then. I appreciated his kindness, but the way he said that also magnified the shame I felt. I’m sure he saw the look on my face and understood. He then posed a question.

“What do you think would help alleviate that guilt?”

“Facing the consequences.”

“Okay, well, one suggestion I might make is to talk with your parents. Tell them what you did, and they’ll probably hold you accountable in some way.”

“No, they won’t. They never do.”

“What do you mean?”

“They don’t punish me at all. One time I got caught stealing something from a store, all they told me was that they were disappointed. That was it. No real trouble at home.”

“No discipline at all?”


I could see that he was astounded by this. After a momentary pause, he asked a much better question.

“Let me ask you this, Alexis, how do you think you should be held accountable?”

I was grateful because this helped steer the conversation to where I was trying to go.

“Well, Becky told me about the paddle.” I just trailed off after that.

“That’s right. Becky did take six swats with the paddle.”

I struggled for words once again. I was so nervous that the final sentence didn’t sound like I had intended.

“Yes, she said. Mr Simmons, would you, um, could I have a spanking please?”

I saw a shocked expression form on his face as he sat in silence for a few seconds. I was a little afraid of what his response might be, until he spoke again.

“I have to admit, that’s the first time I’ve had such a request. Let me just be sure that I’m clear on this. Since Becky got paddled earlier, you wanna get paddled too?”


“If I did that, I’d give you six swats, and pretty hard swats at that. Are you sure you’d want me to do that?”

“Yes, I would.”

He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment before responding.

“Well, Alexis, you’ve been like family to us for years now. Becky loves you like a sister, and my wife and I love you like you were our daughter. I always discipline my children out of love first and foremost. For that reason, I’m willing to do this for you.”

I felt a kind of calm within myself at hearing him say that. He continued.

“Just to be sure that this is something you want to do, let me show you the paddle first.”

He reached into a drawer at the bottom of his desk and pulled it out. It was a fierce looking instrument that seemed built solely to inflict pain. He handed it to me so I could get a better view. There was a handle carved into one end of it. The blade portion looked about four inches wide, and maybe ten or so inches long. I handed it back to him after looking it over and thanked him.

“Now that you’ve seen it, let me just ask one more time. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I thought about it for just a brief moment before I replied.

“Yes, and if it’s not too much trouble, could I please have nine swats instead of six?”

“I’ve definitely never had anyone ask for more. Why nine?”

“Six for smoking, plus three for running off instead of getting in trouble along with Becky.”

“Well, as much as I don’t like the thought, that does sound fair. Nine it is. Are you ready now, or do you need a moment?”

“I’m ready.”

“Alright, go ahead and stand behind that chair and put your hands on top of it for a moment.”

As I stood up, I remembered what Becky had said about her hair being in her face. I took mine out of the ponytail and shook it out some. My hair was a few inches longer than hers, so I felt sure that I’d get the same effect. I wanted to experience the same misery she had. I stood behind the chair with my hands resting on the back of it. Mr Simmons stood up and walked around from behind the desk. He had a few words to say before we began.

“Okay Alexis, in a moment I’m going to give you six swats for smoking, and an additional three for running away to avoid getting caught. This brings your total to nine swats. I take no joy at all in doing this. I don’t do it because I think you’re a bad person either. I do this to remind you that you’re a good person. Now, is there anything that you’d like to say before we get started?”

I was glad to be able to get a couple of things off my chest.

“I’d like to say that I’m sorry for smoking, and for not standing by my best friend when she got in trouble. Also, I appreciate that you care enough to hold me accountable, even if it hurts. I’m ready to take my punishment.”

“Very well put. What I’ll need you to do now is bend over the back of that chair and put your elbows down into the seat. I’ll need you to stay in position until your spanking is finished, so this doesn’t take any longer than it needs to.”

I took a deep breath and bent over the chair as instructed. My elbows rested on the seat, and my head hung over the edge with my hair in my face. The top of the chair back dug into my pelvis some, and I had to stand on my toes a little to position myself correctly. My shorts and panties stretched tight over my bottom. This would provide little to no padding against the impact, and that intensified the fear I felt.

I reminded myself that I was supposed to feel uncomfortable and afraid. Mr Simmons lined up the paddle on my bottom and tapped it a couple of times. Then I heard him speak again.

“Alright Alexis, here it comes.”

After that statement, he drew the paddle back and brought it down hard. It connected with my backside with a lot more force than I could have anticipated. It sent a shockwave of pain throughout my body and I gasped in response.

He was quick to follow that up, pausing only a few seconds before bringing the second swat down equally hard.

I let out a loud, “Ow!” that time. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. I had needed so badly to cry that whole afternoon, but I’d kept holding back.

The third swat landed, and opened the floodgates. It wasn’t just the pain that pushed me over the edge. It was the acceptance, and compassion being shown to me as well. It was all so overwhelming, but I was grateful to finally let it out.

He continued my paddling with the same rhythm, and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I quickly lost count as the swats kept coming in. As much gratitude as I felt, I was still miserable and wanted it to be over.

Then I heard him say, “Alright, one more.”

I was glad that we were almost done now.

He wasted no time in delivering the final strike with the same intensity as all the others. I felt a strange relief when I screamed out at that one. Like the guilt and shame I’d kept inside made an exit.

“Alright, that’s nine, ” I heard Mr Simmons say. “You can get up whenever you’re ready.”

Despite being uncomfortable, I stayed in position for another minute or so as I sobbed. When I finally caught my breath, I pushed myself up slowly from the chair. Mr Simmons had already put the paddle away. He held his arms open and motioned for me to come over to him. He held me close for a few minutes while I did a little more crying. Even though my bottom was still very much feeling the effects of the incredibly hard paddling he’d administered, I still could see no end to his kindness. I settled down after a few minutes, then I pulled back and told him, “Thank you.”

He dried my eyes with tissues from the box on his desk. When I had collected myself, he asked if I needed anything else. I told him I was fine, and departed his office to return to the bedroom upstairs.

I went back to Becky’s room and discovered that she had also stacked two pillows in the chair I was sitting in.

“Becky, I really appreciate that.”

“No worries. I thought I’d have that ready for you, just in case. So how did it go?”

“Well, he paddled me, very hard.”

“Yeah, he does that. How do you feel now?”

“Well, my bottom feels like I sat on hot coals. Emotionally, I feel a lot better though. Is that weird?”

“No, that’s how it usually goes. At the time it happens, it feels awful, but afterwards it’s like a huge weight gets lifted off of you. Plus, for me, I always manage to get a good cry out of it, and that seems to help.”

“I had a great cry.”

“Well, I showed you mine, do you want to show me yours?”

“Why not?”

We stepped over to the mirror, and I turned to face away from it. I undid the snap and unzipped the front of my shorts, and let them drop to the ground. Then I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pulled them down as well. I bent over slightly and turned my head to see the mirror. My backside was maroon in color, and I had two small bruises over the sit spots. I was strangely impressed that he was able to do that over clothing.

“Wow!” Becky exclaimed. “Did you get the same six I got?”

“Nine, actually.”


“Six for smoking, plus I asked for three more for running away instead of accepting responsibility.”

“Well, you’ll definitely be feeling that for a few days.”

I stood up then, but hadn’t yet gotten dressed.

“You know something, Becky? Your dad is a wonderful man.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

I followed that up with, “He’s kinda cute too,” hoping to get a laugh out of her.

A second later, I regretted my choice of words when Becky reached back and smacked my bottom as hard as she could.

The End

© Paul Tecres 2022