Rachel Stevens sat on a wooden bench seat just outside the main school entrance. Her friends and her fellow students were in the middle of early afternoon lessons, so Rachel sat alone. She had a decision to make, and it wasn’t easy. Vice-principal, Mr Williams, had given her just half an hour to return to his office and let him know what she wanted to do.
James Williams was a pleasant-looking man in his early fifties, his snowy-white hair immaculately groomed. Today, he was dressed in dark blue pants, a white shirt and a plain medium blue tie. A little earlier, he’d called for Rachel to visit his office where she’d stood in front of Mr Williams’ desk while he leaned back in his large swivel office chair, smiling as he looked her up and down. She was wearing white cotton pants and a pink blouse because she liked the combination and it looked smart, not because she was expecting a call to the vice-principal’s office.
“Do you know why I’ve asked you to come see me, Rachel?” he’d asked in his slow, gentle Georgia accent.
“No sir.”
“Pull up a chair, Rachel. Come sit by the side of my desk.”
That was odd, but a little encouraging. Normally, if you were in trouble you had to continue standing in front of the desk while he berated you and eventually told you what your punishment would be, usually a detention in Rachel’s case.
Looking around, Rachel spotted a small chair over by a side wall and dragged it next to Mr Williams’ large desk. She sat down, still slightly nervous about what this interview was all about. Mr Williams appeared sympathetic. The smile didn’t completely leave his face, which should have encouraged Rachel to relax, but somehow it didn’t. Maybe she just wasn’t in the mood for friendly chats with the vice-principal.
“Several members of staff have reported that you seem a little distant in class, Rachel. They say your grades have slipped too, so I just wanted to check there was nothing bothering you. I am always here for our students. You can speak in total confidence.”
Rachel tossed her long dark hair nervously. Yes, there was something bothering her, something really bad, but Mr Williams could not know that. She hadn’t told anyone, not her friends, not her parents, not even her best friend, Rosemary.
“Is there something you wish to talk about, Rachel? I’m a good listener.”
“No sir.”
Rachel noticed the look on Mr Williams’ face. The smile was gone. He didn’t believe her, that much was clear, but she was still not inclined to tell.
“Rachel, this is a small town. We all know each other. The mayor is a good friend of mine, and I do speak to the police chief now and again, usually over coffee in Mama Ethel’s store.
A look of horror immediately came to the seventeen-year-old’s pretty features. Why did he mention the police chief? Did he know? She tried to gauge the real extent of the vice-principal’s knowledge, but his calm, friendly face was giving little away.
“Rachel, I’ve been in this teaching business for over twenty years here at Greenview High. I know every student in this school, and I like to think I know how they all tick. So, when your work and general demeanor took a sudden nose-dive, it didn’t take much detective work to track down the reason.”
Rachel sat back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. He did know, yes he almost certainly did know, and that felt like it made matters a million times worse.
“Do you want to say anything, Rachel?”
She shook her head.
“Rachel, I’m just here to help.”
“I don’t think you can help, sir.”
“Rachel, I know you were arrested for consuming alcohol under-age. Maybe you could fill me in with the details, tell it from your side?”
Rachel was stunned. He already knew.
“There’s not much to tell, sir. I got friendly with some guys that Friday evening and when they offered to buy me alcohol, I took them up on it. Of course, when the police came into the bar they all denied even knowing me.”
“They all had ID to show they were over twenty-one?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So, because you couldn’t show ID, you were the only one who got arrested?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That must have been quite embarrassing for you?”
“Being taken out with my hands cuffed behind my back and being put in a police car? Yes sir, that was the worst day of my life. My case comes up in three weeks’ time. I don’t know what will happen then, sir.”
“I guess a fine, Rachel. I don’t think you’ll be serving prison time,” James Williams joked. When he saw the shock on Rachel’s face, he immediately wished he hadn’t tried to make light of her situation. “I’m sure it will be just fine, Rachel. Probably a fine, no more.”
“But I will get a police record, sir.”
“Yes, there is that.”
“Which could ruin my life education-wise and employment-wise, sir.”
“There could be implications, yes.”
“I just wish I hadn’t been so darn stupid. Now I’ve ruined everything.”
“Maybe not, Rachel. No one is suggesting you habitually flout the law. I know the police chief understands this was a one-off offense. He’s not keen to see you in court, and neither is the female sergeant who arrested you. She quickly realized you had been led on by people who you certainly should not regard as friends.”
“Yes, I realize that now, sir. But how does that help?”
“The sergeant, her name is Jenny Wilshire by the way, has suggested something which you may, or may not, wish to entertain.”
“Which is, sir?” Rachel frowned, wondering just what this was all about.
“It may be possible for the school to deal with you, rather than you being put through the court system.”
“The school, sir?”
“Yes.” James Williams smiled, he hoped sympathetically. “What would have happened if you had been caught with alcohol while you were on the school campus, Rachel?”
“I don’t know, sir,” Rachel replied. She had never heard of such a thing happening, so could only judge on the few serious offenses she’d heard about. “I guess I’d have been suspended, sir, or you’d have paddled my butt.”
“That’s about right, Rachel, and that’s pretty much what is on offer. Sergeant Wilshire was a student here back when I was a newly qualified teacher. She was one of the first students I paddled, not that she’ll thank me for telling you that.”
Rachel almost managed to smile. “So, I could take a suspension instead of the court proceedings?” The idea seemed too good to be true.
“That might be possible, Rachel, although I think we’re looking more at the spanking. It would be eight licks, the maximum we’re permitted to administer in one session. The suspension would also have to be the maximum four weeks.”
“Wow!” Rachel gasped. “Four weeks away from school? I’ve never been paddled before, sir.”
“I know. I checked your record before I called you in. But I’m sure you’ve spoken with other students who have been paddled, so you know pretty much what it’s all about.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rachel did indeed know of several students who had accepted a dose of the paddle as punishment for various offenses, but it wasn’t much talked about. That it hurt and bruised your backside, and was humiliating, was as much as she knew. None of her close friends had received such a spanking.
“There’s one other thing, Rachel.”
“Sir?”
“Sergeant Wilshere would act as a witness.”
“Not another member of staff? Not Mrs Harlez from the secretaries’ office?”
“If you want a teacher or a secretary like Mrs Harlez also present, I’m sure that would not be a problem, but sergeant Wilshire feels she should be present should you choose the paddling so she can confirm you’ve been properly punished.”
The seventeen-year-old nodded slowly. This was all too much to take in. She still had not told her parents about her court case, and was really dreading it. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t have to. But, if she got suspension from school, that would be hard to hide. They’d almost certainly find out.
“Rachel, I want you take half an hour to go away and have a think about what you want to do. Come back to this office after you’ve considered your options and let me know your decision.”
Outside the school building, Rachel checked the time on her cell phone. She’d already used up ten minutes of the half hour going back over the events that got her to this situation. The spanking would hurt. Eight licks was, as Mr Williams had said, the absolute maximum they could give on one occasion, and anyway that many was just about unheard of. But the spanking would be over relatively quickly, and maybe, just maybe, she could keep it from her parents.
It wasn’t that her parents would add their own punishment on top of what she might receive from Mr Williams. They rarely spanked her anyway, and would always accept that what the school awarded was sufficient. It was simply the humiliation of having her parents know about her arrest.
Against that, getting spanked was also humiliating. Mr Williams, who would carry out the spanking, was a nice man. He wasn’t the problem. If she had to be spanked, Rachel was okay with it being done by Mr Williams, even if he did have something of a reputation for being a hard spanker.
The problem was more the office staff. The older school secretaries would give knowing looks, but no more. The younger ones, especially if any students were helping out, would sneer and grin. Might they spread news of her paddling around? Probably. Would that gossip reach her parents? Probably not.
Rachel checked her cell phone again. Just ten minutes left. She was definitely going to take her punishment from school. Going to court was out. Totally. She stroked her thigh pensively, and that made her think just how thin those white cotton pants were. Ideal for the hot Georgia early afternoon, not so great if you’re going to get your butt paddled. Her underwear, brief white cotton panties, were not the best choice for a spanking either.
She sat and mulled over her options yet another time. However many times she went over them, though, she arrived back at the same conclusion. It would have to be the spanking. It was the logical choice. No court. No time off school. No missed grades. The paddle would be given in Mr Williams’ office, door closed. Hopefully. Eight moments of pain, followed by a butt that would be sore. There would probably be marks too, but she could hide them. Maybe she’d have to be careful when changing for sports, maybe she could cry off sports with a feigned injury. Yes, there were ways around all the problems. She just needed the courage to walk back to Mr Williams and ask him for the spanking. Just needed? Would he do it straight away? Was she just minutes away from getting the first school paddling of her life?
The thirty minutes was up. It was time to get back and advise her decision.
The secretaries all looked up as Rachel walked past their counter, including Sarah Hayes, a year eleven student who helped out with filing and other mundane stuff when she didn’t have classes. She, like the others, was intrigued to see Rachel heading towards the vice-principal’s office.
Rachel tapped softly on the door and was called in.
“So, Rachel, do you have a decision for me?”
“Yes, sir.” Rachel responded, standing in front of Mr Williams’ desk and wondering whether he expected her to re-take the chair placed by the side of his desk.
“Do you want to let me know your decision, Rachel?” Mr Williams asked gently as he smiled at what he guessed was plain nervousness on Rachel’s part.
“I’ve decided to take the paddling, sir.”
“Okay.” The vice-principal nodded thoughtfully, all the time looking up into Rachel’s eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, sir. It’s the best way, taking into account all the factors. I know I have to be punished. This gets it over quickly, allows me to move on with things, and the fewer people involved also suits me good.” Rachel spilled the words out at a much higher pace than she normally spoke, and found herself a little breathless at the end.
“Okay, Rachel. For what it’s worth, I also think you’ve taken the better option.”
“Thank you, sir.” It somehow helped that Mr Williams supported her decision.
“What I need to do now is telephone Sergeant Wilshire and inform her about this. I doubt you’ll want to go back to classes while I sort this out, so I’ll write you a pass. Stay on campus, but I suggest you find a quiet place and reflect on what brought you to this point. Any idea where you’ll be?”
“Out front, sir. On one of the benches outside the main entrance.”
“Okay. I’ll get things arranged with Sergeant Wilshire and come find you. Do you have any questions?”
“No, sir.”
James Williams waited for Rachel to leave his office, and then picked up his telephone. Within a few moments, he was speaking to the policewoman who had arrested Rachel.
“Hey, Jenny. Jim Williams here. I’ve just spoken with Rachel Stevens and she has selected to take a paddling. Good news, huh?”
“Good afternoon, Jim. Yes, we were both kind of hoping she’d go for that, weren’t we? It’ll do her a whole lot more good than a court fine or time off school on suspension. I hope you’re intending to blister her butt, just like you did mine all those years ago.”
James Williams chuckled. “Yes, Jenny. I don’t get to paddle that much these days, but when I do I like to make it count.”
“So, do you want me to come to the school, Jim? I can be there in twenty minutes. Or we could do it here at the station if you prefer.”
“I guess Rachel would prefer to take it at school. I don’t want to scare her any more than necessary by dragging her down to the station.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
While this telephone conversation was taking place, Rachel went out through the main entrance and sat down again on the same wooden bench just outside. She sat staring at the ground in front of her, lost in her thoughts, lost in time and oblivious to the bells sounding inside the building to announce everyone needed to get to their final lesson of the afternoon. Rachel also failed to notice a white Chevrolet Impala pulling into a space reserved for visitors.
“Hi, Rachel. How’re you doing?”
Rachel looked up. Sergeant Wilshire stood in front of her, her pale blue uniform mostly covered by a lightweight grey raincoat. The police officer sat down next to Rachel.
“You’re taking the paddling, I hear?”
Rachel nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good choice, if you ask me. Gets it over real quick, no fussing around, no expensive lawyers. I even thought of offering you a licking with my belt back on that Friday evening.”
“Really?” Rachel looked up and turned to the officer, a dark-haired woman in her early thirties, slightly over-weight, with a stern-looking face. Somehow, inexplicably, Rachel found herself drawn towards the officer.
“Yes, I did. You wouldn’t have been the first to be dealt with that way either. But this way, getting it at school, well that kind of makes it more official, don’t it?”
“I suppose.” Rachel briefly ran the idea of getting a belt strapping from the policewoman through her mind. That no one apart from the officer would know had some appeal, but maybe she would be safer in the hands of Mr Williams.
“You ready to get it done?” asked the sergeant.
“Mr Williams said he’d come collect me.”
“Why don’t we go straight in together? I guess he’s only waiting for me.”
“Can I have another couple of minutes?”
“Sure, why not?” The sergeant smiled, and Rachel slightly warmed to her.
“I just, like, need to compose myself,” Rachel explained.
“Not a problem. I’ve been in much the same situation as you, Rachel. From the same teacher too!”
“Yes, I heard.”
The sergeant chuckled. “Did you now? My advice, Rachel, is to go in there knowing he’s going to spank your butt real good. Accept it, and just concentrate on bending over and keeping still while he does it. That gets it over and done with, and you can worry about soothing your backside once you’re out of there.”
Rachel nodded. It made sense, sort of.
“I was really stupid allowing alcohol to be bought for me. I see that now.”
“Young people do make mistakes, Rachel. It’s part of growing up. You’re lucky enough that you’ve been given choices on how to get past that mistake without it costing you dearly later on.”
“You mean the paddling?”
“Exactly. Once you’ve had the spanking, then it’s all over and forgotten.”
“I guess.” Rachel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Can we go in now?”
“Of course.”
Rachel got up and started walking towards the school entrance, and the sergeant followed, putting a comforting arm around the seventeen-year-old’s shoulder. As Rachel pushed the spring-loaded door to enter the school building, she felt two gentle pats on her bottom. She half-turned to the sergeant and smiled.
As they passed the secretaries’ station on the way to Mr Williams’ office, Rachel felt all the secretaries, including fellow student Sarah Hayes, looking at her. She felt hot under the collar and her face reddened. Now, they all had to know Rachel was heading for some kind of punishment, and she guessed they thought, probably even hoped, she was getting paddled.
Outside Mr Williams’ office, Rachel paused. She shivered visibly, and sergeant Wilshire embraced her with a warm hug.
“Take a few deep breaths, honey,” the sergeant advised.
Rachel did just that, then nodded that she was ready. The sergeant tapped on the door and waited.
“Come in!”
Sergeant Wilshire opened the door and held it for Rachel to enter. Mr Williams had clearly prepared for their arrival, with a small chair placed in the center of the room and a wooden paddle lying on the leading edge of his desk. Rachel stopped suddenly, just three feet into the room.
“I’m guessing you want to get this over and done with, Rachel,” the vice-principal said. Do you want any witnesses to observe on your behalf? Maybe one of the secretaries?”
Rachel thought for a moment. “No thank you, sir.”
Sergeant Wilshire gave her a push and they both approached the vice-principal’s desk.
“Then, let’s get on. Rachel, I want you to check any back pockets you may have and make sure there’s nothing in them. No slips of paper, no nothing.”
Before Rachel could reply, she felt the seat of her thin cotton pants being given a quick rub down by the police sergeant.
“No back pockets, no extra protection, Jim,” Jenny Wilshire confirmed.
“Fine. So, Rachel, what I need you to do now is go across to that small chair and bend over the back of it. Get your head nice and low, and stick your butt out so you give me a good target. Okay?”
Y-yes, sir,” the seventeen-year-old stuttered, her nervousness immediately apparent.
“C’mon.” Sergeant Wilshire put an arm round the girl’s shoulder and almost dragged her over to the chair. “Bend right over.”
Rachel wanted to pause, perhaps take a few moments to compose herself, but the officer pushed her forwards and down over the top rail of the chair. After a further push down on the back of her head, Rachel found her white cotton pants stretched so tightly across the curves of her bottom she feared they might split. She struggled to find a good grip on the edges of the chair’s seat for support.
“Get yourself comfortable so you can hold that position,” Rachel heard the sergeant say.
“I’m trying!”
“You need to avoid jumping around when that paddle impacts with your butt, Rachel. Aim to take your spanking without causing Mr Williams to have to pause because you’re out of position.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Good girl.” The sergeant stood back and turned. “All yours, Jim.”
“Okay.” The vice-principal picked up the wooden paddle and approached the bending figure. He stood with the police officer as they both admired the tempting target before them.
The vice-principal moved forwards a couple of paces and stood to Rachel’s left side.
“Okay, here we go.”
He patted the eighteen-inch-long blade against the seat of Rachel’s pants, drew it back and whacked it back down with a good deal of force. The blow resonated round the room. Rachel gasped. The pain was like nothing she had experienced before, and tears immediately trickled from her eyes. It was a real struggle to continue gripping the sides of the chair and maintain her position.
The paddle crashed into her bottom for a second time, and the pain seemed to almost double. Rachel swayed her hips, hoping that might provide even some small token of relief from the hurt and soreness she was already experiencing. It didn’t.
“I’m not sure I can do this,” Rachel whispered breathlessly to no one in particular.
“Yes, you can,” Sergeant Wilshire responded. “You deserve this spanking, Rachel. Keep that in mind.”
“I’ll try.”
James Williams held back from applying the third stroke while this brief conversation took place. The moment it seemed over, he swung the paddle hard against the seat of Rachel’s pants.
“Oh god!” A fresh bout of tears ran down the side of Rachel’s face.
Seeing the girl struggling to maintain her position, the vice-principal hastily applied another stroke of the paddle.
“Unnn!”
“Okay, Rachel, that’s half-way. Do you want to take a break before I give you the final four licks?”
“Yes please, sir.”
“Okay, you can stand up and do what you need to do so you can take the rest of your punishment.”
With a steadying hand from the police sergeant, Rachel pushed herself up from her bending position and immediately started rubbing her bottom.
“You’re doing just fine, Rachel,” Jenny Wilshire said, once again putting a comforting arm around the girl’s shoulders.
“I really don’t think I can take another four licks like that.”
“Yes, you can. And you will. Just grit your teeth and take your spanking. Tell yourself that you deserve this.”
“Okay.” Rachel nodded as she tried to steel herself. She accepted the offer of a handkerchief from the sergeant and dried her eyes.
“Ready to get back over the chair?”
Rachel nodded. Before she had time to think, the sergeant pushed Rachel back down over the top rail of the chair until the seat of her pants strained against the already bruised curves of her bottom.
Jenny Wilshire stood back and James Williams quickly slammed the fifth stroke across Rachel’s backside. She grimaced, but managed to avoid crying out.
Vice-principal Williams seemed keen to complete his sentence upon the girl, and the sixth stroke quickly followed.
“Unnn!” Rachel grunted and screwed her eyes up as the pain spread across her backside. A mixture of sheer determination and a firm grip on the chair’s seat enabled her to keep her position.
The seventh swing of the paddle somehow numbed Rachel’s brain. Her backside was really suffering pain like she hoped never to experience, and the soreness was constant now. All she could think of was that she had just one more swat to take and then it was over.
James Williams whipped his paddle down and crashed it low down on Rachel’s bottom, right where he knew it would cause most discomfort when she tried to sit down.
Rachel gasped. Her backside felt like it was on fire, yet her prevailing thought was that she’d taken her punishment and it was all over bar any further words the vice-principal might wish to express.
“Thank you, Rachel. You’re done.” Mr Williams put the paddle back down on his desk and sat on the leading edge.
“Up you get, honey.”
Rachel found herself being pulled up from over the chair. Her hands flew to the seat of her white cotton pants and began massaging her sore bottom.
“There! You survived,” Jenny Wilshire said, handing back the handkerchief.
“Did I?” Rachel replied through her tears.
“When you’re ready, Rachel, get along to the female students’ rest room and get yourself cleaned up,” Mr Williams told her.
“I’ll join you in a few minutes, Rachel. Then I’ll give you a ride home. That’ll be okay, won’t it Jim?”
“Sure. I’ll write Rachel a pass.”
Rachel was just glad to get out of the office. She walked slowly towards the nearest rest room, her whole body aching, and her bottom especially sore. Inside, she washed her face in one of the sinks that lined one wall, and looked at her smudged make-up that had been ruined by her tears.
After checking she was alone in the rest room, and no one was occupying any of the cubicles, she unfastened her white pants and lowered them to mid-thigh, followed by her brief white panties. Half turning, she checked out her bottom in the mirror. It was quite heavily bruised, with a concentration of the discoloring in the lower center of each buttock. She gently rubbed the marks, wishing she had cream to soothe the soreness.
At that moment, the door slammed open.
“Wow! Did you get a spanking!”
“Sarah!” Rachel exclaimed as she looked round, her pants and panties still down around her thighs and her bottom fully exposed.
“You must have been a really naughty girl,” Sarah Hayes continued, her eyes fixed on Rachel’s bruised bottom. “What on earth did you do?”
“That’s between Mr Williams and me.”
“So, why the policewoman?”
“Never you mind!”
“Can I take a photo of your butt? People will really want to see this!” Sarah said, pulling her cellphone from her bag.
“No, you can’t!” Rachel made a grab for the phone, her pants and underwear still at mid-thigh level.
As they tussled, Rachel at a disadvantage because of the clothing around her thighs, neither of them noticed the door opening.
“Whoa there, girls! What the hell is going on here?”
Sarah and Rachel both looked round to see sergeant Wilshire standing in the doorway.
“Sarah wants to take a photo of my butt!” Rachel declared.
“Is that what you want to do, Sarah? Hey, why don’t I take you along to Mr Williams’ office so you can get your own backside paddled. Then you can take all the photos you want. How about that?”
Sarah scowled and immediately left the room.
“Thanks, sergeant,” Rachel offered.
“No problem. Now, how about you cover your butt up and I give you that lift home?”
The End
© Kenny Walters 2022