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A Day In The Life of an American Girl Paddled at School
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Hi,
I hope you don't mind me sharing another story. Unlike the stories I
have posted so far, this story is mostly true (the school paddling
definitely happened) with a little of my own fantasy sprinkled in.
It's told by, or as I hoped it would be told, by the young lady and
classmate who received the paddling.
It's a long wordy story, so I'm going to break it up into four parts.
Also, the ending gets a little pornographic, so I will clean that up
and condense it some.
Anyway, here is the first part of A Day In the Life of an American
Girl Paddled at School.
I hope you enjoy.
Thanks,
Will
My name is Lisa Haynes and I’m an 18-year old senior at Montini High
School, a small school located in Central Illinois. It’s 1984 and at
my school they still use corporal punishment to discipline the
students. Most paddling’s are administered by the teacher in the
hallway outside of class and for more serious infractions you’re taken
to Mr. Scroggins’s, the principal, office where he swats your butt.
Both boys and girls are paddled. I would probably say more boys than
girls though. All teachers have different size paddles that they keep
in their desk drawer. Most of the paddles are usually made by the
boys in shop class, but some teachers have made their own or brought
them from another school. The paddles are made of some form of wood
and have a rectangular shaped with a rounded edge. They range from 12
inches to 18 inches long, 4 to 6 inches wide, and ¼ to ¾ inch thick.
Some have electrical tape wrapped around the blade and even some have
holes drilled into the blade. Swats with the perforated paddles seem
to sting the most. The boys and girls P.E. teachers use paddleball
paddles. This type of paddle has a long handle and a big round blade
with holes in it and boy does it sting, especially when wearing tight
knit shorts. Though they’re not allowed to make you take off any
clothing, they do make the girls raise their skirts, which I think is
totally unfair in my opinion. Also, I’ve heard that some boys last
year got swats from the football coach in their jocks. I would have
love to seen that :-) There are some pretty cute buns on some of
those boys. Still I can only imagine how painful that would have
been, especially from Coach Workman. He’s the last person I’d want
paddling my ass. He’s a very big man. I don’t know if I, or any
girl, could take his swats. He’s so strong and quite handsome, too,
but that’s a story for another day. :-)
I have been paddled four times in my high school career, including
once this year. Yes, believe it or not, seniors get paddled too.
Before I tell you about my first paddling as a senior, let me tell you
a little about myself. I am 5’4 and 120 pounds. I have soft baby
blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, feathered to the back and
parted in the middle. I’m a 32B and have a tanned, athletically toned
body. I’m a cheerleader and I play guard on the basketball team. I’m
an average student making mostly B’s and C’s. I’ve had several
boyfriends and have developed quite a reputation around the school for
being a bad girl. Let’s just say I really like to have fun. I love
to dance, listen to music and have a good time with my friends. At
home my parents still use corporal punishment at home to discipline my
16-year old sister Lori and me. Mom usually makes us lay over her
knees and spanks us with her hand or a hairbrush. Dad makes lay over
our beds and whips us with a doubled over thick western belt. I don’t
know which is worse, but I can tell you either way, you’re good and
sore afterwards. We have to pull our jeans down or lift our skirts and
most spankings are given over our panties, tights or hose, but
sometimes if you really did something bad (like call the teacher a
bitch and get paddled at school, hint, hint), you get your bare ass
beat. All spankings are administered in private in our bedrooms, but
we live in an old farm house and the walls are pretty thin, so if
someone is getting spanked, you can pretty much hear it all over the
house. Also, Lori’s room is next to mine, so we can definitely hear
the other being spanked. I would say that Lori has probably been
spanked the most. She’s definitely received more paddling’s at school
than I have. Also, it seems to me that her spankings at home are
worse than mine, but she’s far more the party girl than I am, which
may be the reason. :-)
Now about my first paddling of the year, which I can tell you won’t be
my last. It was Friday during Ms. Preston’s 3rd period English III
class and she was droning on about Shakespeare. I wasn’t really
paying attention because for one, I could care less, it was so boring,
and two, she had already pissed me off. Earlier, I was chewing gum
and she yelled at me and told me to throw it away. Ms. Preston can be
a real bitch at times and this morning it seemed like she was picking
on me. Then later while she was teaching I whispered to my friend
Cindy to ask her if she had an extra pencil. Ms. Preston thought I
was talking and she said. “Miss Haynes, do you have something to
say?” I started to explain to her that I was just trying to borrow a
pencil and she rudely cut me off and told me to keep my mouth shut. I
was really mad now because she had embarrassed me in front of the
entire class twice. In the heat of the moment (not as hot as it was
going to be), I wrote in the corner my notebook “What a bitch” and I
tore it out as quietly as I could and folded it up. I waited until
she had her back to me and then I slipped to Cindy, but as soon as she
grabbed it, Ms. Preston turned around and saw her take it out of my
hand. She abruptly stopped teaching and glared at Cindy and then at
me. “Miss Doty, what do you have in your hand?” She asked sternly.
“Oh shit!” I thought. I froze momentarily in panicked disbelief. I
felt a rush of fear tingle through my body. Cindy looked at the paper
in her hand and then back at Ms. Preston. I was hoping the Cindy
wouldn’t get in trouble; after all it was my fault. “Bring it to me,
young lady.” Ms. Preston commanded. Cindy got up and walked to the
front of the class and handed her the note. As she opened it, I put
my hands over my eyes. I was gonna get it for sure. I had never been
paddled by Ms. Preston, but several of my friends, boys and girls had
been paddled by her and the girls always came back to class and you
could see they had been crying. Even some of the boys came back with
red faces and eyes.
Ms. Preston exploded! She glared at me and motioned toward the door.
“Out in the hall now, Miss Haynes!” She yelled and then quickly
walked around behind her desk leaned over, pulled out her bottom
drawer and removed her paddle. There it was THE PADDLE! It looked
dreadful. It was huge, 18 inches long, 4 inches wide and 1/4 inch
thick. It was made of polished maple wood and had three rows of holes
drilled into the blade and had a rubber handled grip. It looked solid
and hard. I instantly began pleading for my ass because I knew swats
with that board would be rough. I tried say I was sorry and even put
on my sweet, innocent face, but she wasn’t buying it. She was boiling
mad and I could see there was no way out of this mess. My fate was
sealed. I was going to be paddled. As I slowly rose to my feet, I
could feel the eyes of the class on me as I walked with my head down
up the aisle towards the front of the class and the doorway leading to
the hall. I could feel the hot red blush of embarrassment on my face
and neck. The butterflies fluttered in my stomach and a lump
instantly formed in my throat. Ms. Preston gave the class a reading
assignment and ordered the class to sit quietly or else. I walked
almost like a zombie out of the class and into the hallway and then
Ms. Preston quickly followed holding the paddle down by her side. She
slammed the door behind her, which startled the hell out of me, and
then she told me to stand next to the wall. She crossed the hall to
Ms. Yarnell’s class, as all paddling’s had to be witnessed by another
teacher or faculty. If being paddled wasn’t humbling enough, the fact
that some was going to watch was adding insult to injury. I stood
silently with my hands clasped behind my back waiting for Ms. Preston
to return with a witness. Although I had been paddled in the hall
before, I still got nauseous waiting. I hated the lecture that was
about to come. You felt like a child getting your ass chewed out. The
absolute worst part about being paddled in the hall was all of your
friends and classmates would hear the paddle smacking your ass. It
was loud, too. It echoed throughout the hall and into the classroom.
It was so loud that some teachers in the nearby class rooms would have
to stop teaching until the paddling was over. And you just knew your
classmates were having fun. They were smiling, making faces and
smartass remarks, especially the boys. They almost seemed giddy when
someone was getting the board and they were ruthless when it was a
girl on the receiving end. After class the word would spread like
wildfire that you got paddled and you would be the talk of the
school. One time after I got swats, Todd Henderson came up from
behind and smacked me on the ass. It hurt so bad, I could have killed
him. He thought it was so damn funny.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ms. Preston returned with
Ms. Yarnell following close behind, their heels making a click, clack,
click, clack, sound on the tile floor as they walked toward me. Ms.
Preston stopped and stood directly in front of me and Ms. Yarnell
stood off to her right. “Well Miss Yarnell, Miss Haynes here thinks
I’m a bitch.” Ms. Preston glared at me as she began her lecture. She
had her hands on her hips. The paddle hung at her right side from her
wrist on a leather string that was tied through a whole near the end
of the handle. “Oh, she does now?” Ms. Yarnell replied staring at me
sternly. She had her arms crossed and was leaning back with all of
her weight on her back foot. “Miss Haynes, do you think I’m a
bitch?” Ms. Preston asked firmly. “No ma’am.” I replied with my head
down. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, young lady.” She
commanded. Almost in tears, I raised my head and looked her in the
eyes. “Well, you wrote it on this piece of paper, didn’t you?” She
blared, holding the note up. “Yes ma’am, but I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean it.” I said. “Then why did you write it?” She asked now
standing with her arms at her side, lightly waving the paddle in her
right hand. Ms. Preston wore a long sleeve crème colored blouse, tight
black knee length skirt, and black hose. She was a very attractive 45-
year old woman. She had shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes.
She wasn’t married and we were almost sure she was a lesbian. “I was
mad.” I replied softly. Well, that doesn’t give you the right to
call me a bitch, does it, young lady?” She said. “No ma’am.” I said
and then I pleaded with her not to paddle me. “Please ma’am, I’m
sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” “I’m sure it won’t after I
paddle your bottom. You’re gonna get 3 swats, Miss Haynes. You’re
gonna find out just how much of a bitch I can be.” She announced and
then she kicked off her heels and began rolling up her right blouse
sleeve. I had never seen this done before, but I’m gonna tell you, it
was it was very intimidating. I could tell that she was serious about
getting down to business with that board in her right hand.
End of Part 1
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Alright! Let's get to part two, three, and four quickly please! LOL! ~ Lisa ;-) PS I went to school with a Lisa Haines, same name... just spelled slightly different. Ha ha!
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It was her 1st assistant principal at the high school level. She had come up as an elementary teacher and then eventually achieved her Master’s degree in education, which finally led to a VP job at a small middle school. After four years as a middle school vice principal she finally was offered the same position at a high school one county over. Her goal was to become the school’s principal so this was a good step for her. The middle school she came from, while in the same city, did not use corporal punishment . It was legal in the state, but each district set its own rules. As the female vice principal her primary duty was to deal with discipline issues for the 10th-12th girls. She knew coming in that corporal punishment was widely used in this school , but only the VP’s could administer it. She had no issues with corporal punishment; in fact all of her children had been spanked at some point in their lives. One thing she did know was that she was not very good at applying it. Her husband was the primary spanker in their home as she just did not seem to be very effective with it. She had found out that the previous female VP handled corporal punishment herself and used it very often. She wanted to make her reputation from day one and certainly did not want to come across as soft. Her goal was to deal with discipline issues effectively and to reduce the amount of girls that found their way into her office. She knew that a paddling from her would not really make the impression that she was looking for so she explored her options. She looked into the details of the district’s corporal punishment policy and found that teachers were not allowed to apply corporal punishment in the classroom, but were not completely restricted from its use. A teacher could paddle a student in the presence of a school administrator. She asked around and no one could recall this ever happening as both the male and the female VPs had always handled the paddling of students . Something else that she discovered in the policy was that it was not mandatory for a female administrator to paddle a female student , but instead a “same sex witness” was required if a member of the opposite sex was being paddled. Armed with this new information, she formulated a plan. She approached the male baseball coach, as he was as big an intimidating of a teacher as there was on campus. She explained to him the corporal punishment policy and also let him know that her plan had been approved by the school principal. She proposed to him that in all instances in which she needed to sentence corporal punishment, that she did so, but delayed the punishment until the end of the week. She did not want to have to call him to her office every time a female student needed to be paddled. Instead, every Friday, during his conference period, she would summon all offenders to her office at which time he would join them. With her serving as the same sex witness, she would simply call in each girl one at a time, and he would give them a hard paddling . He asked her to clarify what she meant by a “ hard paddling ” and she informed him that she wanted him to smack their bottoms as hard as he could as her goal was for the word to spread and discipline issues in her office to be cut by 50% in the 1st month. She explained that many girls’ poor bottoms would pay the price , but as a result, many would be spared, as once the word spread amongst the female student population as to who was actually doing the paddling, she speculated that girls would be giving second thoughts to any behavior that would land them in the office. He told her
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