Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Friday, January 28, 2011

Paddled At School

This is a bit of fiction that may appeal to a few males who would like to be paddled at school.
She sat in her office contemplating the day. As she went over in her mind the usual chaos there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in," she called out.

As he entered through the door, she recognized instantly who it was and she repeated herself, "Please, come in, come in."

"What can I do for you?" she said with just a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

"Well I don't mean to disturb you ma'am but…….."

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, it's about what happened today."

"And you have come forward to finally confess, I take it?"

"Well, I uh," he shuffled his feet and his eyes were downcast.

"Mmmm." She murmured, then added, "Anything you want to tell me?"
She glared at him, with her arms folded across her chest, one high-heel clad foot tapping the floor. Her gaze pinned him like a captured animal. He said nothing.

"Exactly what I thought. First," she said matter-of-factly, "it's apparently been far too long since you've had your bottom warmed. "

An electric current seemed to have shot through his body; creating goosebumps and making him tremble slightly. There seemed to be a finality to her statement that denied him any chance of appeal or rebuttal, so he just stood there, waiting for her conclusion. He was breathing harder now as he anticipated what would follow. She let him stand there for a few moments so that her comment would sink in. Then, she declared firmly,
"You can rest assured that I won't make that mistake again, and I intend to correct the situation, right now. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared at him straight in the eyes and ordered him to "Come with me."
The click of her heels on the hardwood floor went from his ears to his soul and something else. A rush of excitement swept through him, unexpected but not unwelcome.

He watched her as she moved away from the door and walked towards her desk. His heart accelerated to light speed as she leaned over her desk. Her short snug navy skirt rode up to mid-thigh as she leaned over and started clearing objects off. Lowering herself back down to the floor, she adjusted her skirt and she motioned for him to come to her.

"I'm sorry...." he said lamely, "I didn't mean..." his voice trailed off.
"Yes." She answered, "I know." A long pause, then, "You're going to be spanked young man: good and hard."

"Over the desk. NOW!" she commanded. And he did as he was told.
Swallowing hard, he stepped up onto the slightly raised platform at the front of the room and bent over the desk.

"No. Since the prior hand spankings have not had any effect on you, this one will be on the bare bottom. Take your pants and briefs down."

He looked at her in disbelief but knew that if he didn't do it, it would only be worse. He twisted his head a little to see out the door to see if anyone was watching. And then let his pants and briefs fall to the floor.

Her foot then kicked at his ankles lightly, telling him to move his legs more widely apart. She knew this vulnerable stance would heighten his punishment. She reached out from around the desk and picked up the paddle.

He couldn't believe that she chose to punish him this way. All the other times she had just put him across her lap and spanked him with her hand. He had a very brief moment to consider that fact.

For without further ado the woman smacked his bottom soundly with the paddle. She struck hard and fast: much harder than she had paddled anyone before. But she had tolerated his antics much too long and it was about time he learned his lesson.

"Ahhhh!" a surprised gasp left his lips, followed quickly by another as the paddle struck again. For the next couple of minutes, every sound that left his mouth was shortened by the surprise and reaction to the next swat. At length, as the sturdy piece of wood snapped down on his fast-reddening bottom. She held him fast, despite his struggles, her left hand more than capable of keeping his right hand away from his glowing backside. That piece of hardwood stung viciously, making every spank burn with surprising intensity. The swats that landed on both cheeks were full wrist-action smacks, provoking oohs and ows from his mouth.

In between swats, he tries to plead with her, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to………it won't happen again." Obviously, his pleas fell on deaf ears and she continues to paddle his reddening bottom.

Now he was crying out at each blazing spank. She was talented, bringing the paddle sizzling down on the tender sit spots, rewarded with the jiggling of his rounded cheeks, and a lovely crimson blush covering every square inch of his bottom.

It was seemingly endless, although she had only delivered about 20 or so swats to his burning bottom. He knew that it was a spanking he would not soon forget.

"I want you to remain in that position for a few minutes. To think about what you did and whether it will happen again."

"Yes, ma'am" he managed to say softly. His bottom was on fire. He had never expected this when he came through her door just a few minutes earlier.

After a while, she told him to get up and pull himself together. Slowly he reached down and pulled the briefs and jeans back up. He wriggled his bottom into the jeans and she could see out of the corner of her eye that he was having some discomfort getting them back on.

"Now go and tell your friends that you didn't appreciate them putting those naughty videotapes in your bag. And then, of all things, them knocking your bag to the floor so the tapes would fall out in plain sight."
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am that they did that but……….."

"No excuses. You can leave now and remember what happened here today. I don't want to see you back in my office. If I do, it will be much worse next time."

"Yes, ma'am. I understand." And with that, he left her office to meet his friends outside the building.

"Hey, you idiot," one of his friends called out to him, "why did you bring those videos today and then drop them on the floor??"

He just smirked and slung his bag over his shoulder. He wondered what he would bring in next week.


  1. A sweet, funny and sexy story indeed! :-) And as you can see, your story doesn't only appeal to a few males who would like to be paddled at school, but also to a female whose fantasy includes things like being spanked together with some boys or spanking them herself. ;-) I only have to admit that I would prefer a cane instead of a paddle. Not because the pain is more enjoyable, not at all, but because the cane looks so elegant...

  2. I agree with Kaelah I would like the cane. The punishment would be more serious with it and more painful but so very good story I am being satisfied


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