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Corporal Punishment - A Paddling for Two Published: Jun 17, 2020
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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 that he would be happy to assist in any way she needed in her “ spanking assembly line experiment ”. The 1st week of school went about as she expected which led to many young ladies in her office. There were always those new 10th graders making the adjustments to high school that were just goofing off and thinking they could get away with their juvenile behavior. There were a couple of dress code violations as it was still warm out and girls were trying to get away with short shorts. There was a two girl fight that seemed to be carried over from the previous year. She had one smoker, a few excessive tardies, and several girls who had skipped a class or two. In general, it was not that far different from her what she had dealt with at middle school. She was not a total hard ass and dealt with the issues as fairly as she could. Several girls received detention, a couple were sent home to change and also received detention, two girls spent their lunch hour cleaning the girl’s restroom, and various other minor punishments were assigned. Her smoker, the girls who had skipped class, and the girls who fought were all told they would be paddled . She was a little surprised at their reactions to the fact that they were to be paddled, as it did not seem to bother the girls all that much. Either they were used to it, got it at home often, or just did not see this VP as much of a threat with a paddle in her hand. They were all a little surprised when they were told to report to her office at the beginning of 3rd period on Friday, but with the exception of that bit of information, they seemed to take it in stride. On Friday morning she sent reminders to all of the girls’ 3rd period teachers that the girls would be late for class, or if they showed up for class, they were to report to the office immediately. In preparation she lined up 5 chairs outside her office door for each girl to wait in. After the second period ending bell, the girls started filing in. She instructed the secretary to have them take a seat and wait. They tried to laugh and joke a little, showing each other that they were not scared, while a couple were indeed quite nervous. Even with the new female VP administering the paddling , getting their butts spanked with a board did indeed hurt. But for the most part they were happy to not have to spend their time after school in detention and this was a much quicker and easier way to get their punishment over with. A few minutes after the 3rd period bell rang all of the girls were in their seats waiting. The smiles and giggles turned to confusion when the big baseball coach arrived and walked into the VP’s office. They began to look at each other, but convinced themselves that he was there for an unrelated reason. A few minutes later, her office door opened and she appeared with a clipboard in hand. She called in the 1st girl and each girl shared a look as they realized the coach had not come back out. The 1st girl was shocked as she walked in and saw that the coach was holding a large wooden school paddle . The VP looked at the girl’s discipline slip and reminded her, and the coach, what the offense was. She announced that the girl would be getting 8 swats with the paddle . She had taped a line on the floor and asked the student, the one who had been caught smoking, to put her toes on the line and to bend over and place her hands on the wall. This student was in 10th grade and brand new to the high school system. She thought that smoking would be cool and she was about to find out in a very serious manner that there was nothing cool regarding what was about to happen. The coach and the VP changed places and he lined up behind the girl whose bottom was properly presented for her paddling. The coach asked if he should close the door and the VP told him that she had an open door policy. She wanted everyone, including those about to be paddled, to hear what happens in her office when a student’s butt is being paddled. While the VP was not doing the paddling, she needed to emphasize that she was fully in control of these proceedings. She asked the coach to begin and stated that all eight swats needed to be “very hard” as she see smoking in school as a very big problem. He gave her a little smile and said “yes ma’am”. He liked this new VP and did not want to disappoint. His 1st inclination would not to have been to go full force on this little sophomore’s bottom , but he was thankful that there was an administrator who was willing to finally deal with a growing discipline problem in the school. Things had been the same for a very long time and he was happy to be part of the change. With the thought if making a real difference he lifted the paddle high in the air and brought it down as hard as he could swing. The sound was almost deafening in the tiny cinderblock office, even the girls outside waiting to be paddled jumped a little in their seats. Two things happened simultaneously as the paddle hit her tight little bottom . The first was the sound of her screaming at the top of her lungs and the second was the paddle breaking in half. Both he and the VP looked at each other as to ask “what now”. She quickly hurried to the male VP’s office and asked if she could borrow his paddle. The boys paddle was a little thicker and should not have the same issue. She walked back to her office and the look on the faces of the young ladies waiting to be paddled was much different that they had been 3 minutes before. She smiled and told them that she was sorry for the delay, but that they would get their bottoms paddled in just a few minutes. She walked back into her office and the girl was still in place, but with tears streaming down her face. It seemed that 1st swat had really gotten the job done, seven more would certainly make the impression she was looking to leave.  She handed the coach the thicker paddle and said “7 more, just like the 1st one please”.  He took the paddle and got back to work. After the 2nd swat she yelled just a loudly and began to tremble. Her legs shook back and forth, almost like she was running in place. Her body was telling her to run but she knew she had no choice to suffer through 6 more severe swats to her already bruised bottom. The rest of the paddle swats were laid on fairly quickly. She screamed after each one and her crying grew louder. The sounds coming from the office had a big impact on the girl’s waiting in the chairs for their turn.  They could not believe how loud the paddling was, they also could not believe how badly the 10th grade girl was crying. The two girls who had been fighting both knew they had ten swats coming and they were really starting to sweat it. One of the girls who had skipped a class was already in tears.  She still got the belt on occasion at home from her dad , and it was never more than four or five strokes. There had not been a single strapping from her dad’s belt that did not leave her in tears and she wondered how she was going to react to the paddling she was listening to at the moment. She had not even had her turn and she was already promising herself and God that she would never miss another class. When the 1st paddling was complete, she had the poor girl, who was sobbing uncontrollably stand up and go right back out and sit down. Before she had even left the office she called the next girl in. The three girls in the chairs could not even look at her as she sat down and buried her face in her hands.  Her crying would last long after all the paddlings had been completed . One by one the process was the same as each girl was given a severe paddling and then sent back out to the main office to sit until all of the paddlings were complete. Each and every girl cried, there was really no avoiding it with a paddling of that intensity.  Five girls in and five girls out, all in tears, and all with very bruised bottoms. When she had five very tearful girls in the chairs outside her office she walked out and told them all that this was the new reality in the school. She explained that she understands that they are teens and that they are going to push the boundaries a bit, but it needed to be clear that this would always be the results. She asked them to all tell their friends because this was the paddling that every female student could expect for misbehavior. With that said she sent the tearful girls back to the 3rd period class. She thanked the coach and told him how very much she appreciated his assistance. She then returned the paddle and walked down to the woodshop. She took the broken paddle with her and explained the problem she was having.  She told him that she needed a paddle that was a little bit bigger, quite a bit thicker, and made from a harder wood. She said it would get less and less use over the next semester but that she wanted to be prepared for the worst case scenario. Three months later as she prepared for a Friday paddling, she only had to pull one chair in front of her office and it was the 1st paddling in three weeks.

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 walke
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