3.45 pm

I arrived home, and went straight upstairs to my bedroom. I shut the door, then set my backpack down. I spoke to myself in third person as I tend to do when I’m alone sometimes.

“Well Katy, let’s see the aftermath of our meeting with the principal.”

I took off the short white linen skirt I was wearing, as well as my underwear. I then stood facing away from my bedroom mirror, leaned forward with my hands on my thighs, and turned my head to look back at the reflection. I knew from the residual sting I’d felt all the way home that it would look bad, but I still wasn’t fully prepared for the sight.

My bottom was crimson in color everywhere from just above the middle to about an inch down the backs of my thighs. My sit-spots were decorated with two ‘bullseye’ bruises. Another small yet dark purple bruise resided about three inches up on my right cheek. I could tell it was going to be a few days before I could sit comfortably again.

I reflected for a moment on how Mrs McRae had really laid into me with that paddle. The added task she’d given made the pain harder to bear, plus it added some extra embarrassment. Thankfully, I had followed her instructions to the letter, and didn’t incur any additional swats. I decided to do everything in my power to make sure that today’s trip to her office would be my one and only. I never want to repeat that experience.

3.15 pm

I arrived at the front office after school and signed in at the reception desk. The secretary, Ms Clark, told me to have a seat, and I’d be called in shortly. I barely had to wait two minutes.

I entered Mrs McRae’s office, and closed the door behind me as she’d instructed. I immediately noticed that one of the chairs that normally faced her desk had been moved next to her desk on the right hand side. On the desk were two items, one a form for me to sign confirming that I was choosing corporal punishment rather than a three day suspension. The other was the previously mentioned paddle. This was my first look at it in person.

The blade portion of it was at least a foot long, five inches wide, and nearly half an inch thick. The corners of the blade were rounded off, and at one end about eight inches of it had been carved into a handle. The paddle’s dark brown finish made it look even more menacing. I have a small butt, so I knew this was going to blister all of it thoroughly. I would be proven right only moments later.

After Mrs McRae had me sign the form she picked up the paddle and directed me to stand behind the chair. She then filled me in on a couple of details as to how she administers a paddling.

“I require students to count their swats out loud, by counting the number immediately followed by ‘ma’am’. For example, your first swat is counted as ‘one ma’am’. Does that make sense?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. I want each one counted that way. If you fail to count one correctly it will be repeated. I’m telling you this now, so that you don’t take any more swats than you have to. Any questions?”

“No ma’am.”

“Then let’s get this over with. Go ahead and bend over the back of that chair, then grab the legs in front, and hold on until I tell you to get up.”

I positioned myself as I was told, and was bent over enough that I could just barely glimpse the tips of my shoes. I felt my skirt and panties pull tight. I then felt her line up the paddle on my backside, and tap a couple of times.

“Alright Katy, get ready,” she said.

I braced myself as I felt her draw the paddle back.

11.45 am

I sat across from Mrs McRae as she assessed the situation.

“So, Mr Miller has sent you here with two referrals. One for talking out of turn, and another for using profanity. Both of which are things he is especially picky about. The unfortunate thing for you is that with two infractions I can’t just give you a Saturday detention.”

That statement was very worrisome to me. Mrs McRae continued.

“There are two options available, and you won’t like either one. I can suspend you for three days, or you can opt for corporal punishment.”

I had a test coming up, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to make up any missed work if I were suspended. I replied nervously with a question.

“How does, um, corporal punishment work?”

“I use a wooden paddle, on a fully clothed bottom. Now each of these offenses alone would typically get you three swats, but since there are two of them, we’d have to combine the punishments. So you’d be looking at six in total.”

Six swats with a paddle did not sound appealing at all, but I really wanted to keep my grades up. I was in line for the honor roll after all. I made the only choice that felt viable. Though my reply didn’t sound very confident.

“Um, I think I’d better take the paddle.”

“That’s a wise decision. It will maintain your academic standing, and it will be over much more quickly."

Her reply didn’t sound as reassuring as she seemed to intend it.

“When will I be paddled?” I asked nervously.

“I handle paddlings after school. Just come to the front office at 3.15, and sign in. We’ll get things taken care of from there.”

What a long day this was going to be.

The End

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