Like, I’m never in trouble at school, right? I’m a grade A student, I’m seventeen, I’m petite and I’m going to be a lawyer. So, when I got into trouble at school it was awkward, real awkward. My crime? I dropped my bag and most everything in it got spread over the hall floor. I’d have been fine if I’d been allowed to pick everything up myself, only Miss Donoghue just had to come to my assistance. Miss Donaghue is my Math teacher. She’s young, pretty, athletic and has such lovely long blond hair. I love her, or at least I did up to that point.

I mean, I’m not the only student that happened to have a little weed in her bag, as in cannabis weed, that is. I don’t usually. I’m just not a serious user of the stuff. I wouldn’t have had any, except a friend offered me a tiny amount for just a couple of bucks and I was stupid enough to take up her offer. On campus, there are so many more into the stuff than me, except that I happened to be the one who got caught.

First, Miss Donaghue took me to her classroom. At least it was empty, there being still twenty minutes to go before the end of lunch break. Walking along the corridor was awkward. Miss Donaghue was just behind me and a little to my left, like a prison warder taking a prisoner somewhere. People stared like they could see I was in trouble. Even in her classroom, with her sat at her desk and me standing by the side, people passing by would surely know I was not there for any good kind of reason.

I knew she had to write me up. She’d have been failing in her duty if she didn’t. “I really don’t like doing this, Pammi, but I have no choice,” she said as she expertly tapped away at her keyboard.

I stood there watching her type. I’d never been written up like this before, but I knew how it worked. She’d enter all the details and send the completed form electronically to our vice-principal, Mr Egan. Then she’d print out a copy for me to hand in to the secretaries’ station when I went for a discussion of my offense with the vice-principal. He would then assess the seriousness of my offense and award two options for my punishment. One would be a suspension from school with the loss of grades that would entail and the other would be corporal punishment. Detention on Saturday was just possible, but unlikely given my offense.

I was awoken from my thoughts by the sound of the printer spewing out my copy of the write-up.

“You need to take this to the secretaries’ station in the next three days, Pammi.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied glumly, taking the paper Miss Donahue had neatly folded for me.

This was early afternoon, and I decided I would wait until mid-morning break the following day. I did not inform my parents that evening. After dinner, and after completing my homework, I spent some time laying on my bed deep in thought. I would have to tell my parents because the school would notify them once I’d had the interview with Mr Egan and he’d decided what the school would do with me. That is, how I was going to be punished. Somehow, I fell asleep, but I wasn’t particularly refreshed when I woke up.

“Is everything okay, hon?” my mother asked when she handed me coffee and my favorite waffles with maple syrup for breakfast.

“Yes, mom,” I answered testily, knowing she knew everything was not okay. My mom can read me like a book, but she chose not to pursue the matter.

At school, I waited for the mid-morning break and went to the secretaries’ station. There was a small queue. When I got to reach the counter, I was conscious of another two girls standing right behind me. I handed the secretary my write-up paper and she read it carefully. The stare she gave me would have left no doubt to anyone in the vicinity that I was in trouble.

“Mr Egan is free now, Ms Harrison. Do you want to go straight along?”

I shrugged.

“You’ll need to take this with you, Ms Harrison.”

I took the paper and went along the hall to Mr Egan’s office, knocked and waited.

“Come in!” He sounded like he was under pressure. Great!

“I have to give you this, sir,” I said, handing the paper across the desk.

He took it, read it and looked up at me.

“I’m surprised, Ms Harrison, and disappointed. You’re one of the last students I’d expect to see with a referral like this.”

“Sorry, sir,” I mumbled.

He checked his computer. “This is the first time you’ve been in trouble like this, Ms Harrison.”

Like I didn’t know that!

“I guess you know the score, Ms Harrison. Five days suspension or five licks.” He reverted to looking up at me. He wanted an answer.

“Um, I really don’t know, sir,” was the best I could come up with. I knew suspension and the loss of grades was very much not what I wanted, but the ‘five licks’ would be administered with a hard wooden paddle and they would hurt. I had no previous experience myself, but I’d seen other girls’ butts in the shower room and I’d seen the bruising. Did I really want that done to my backside?

“Ms Harrison?” He prompted impatiently.

“I’m sorry, sir, it’s just I’ve not been in this situation before, sir. I suppose detention isn’t a possibility, sir?”

After taking another brief look at his computer screen he said, rather more gently, “I’m sorry, the only choices are suspension or a spanking. Look, Pammi, it’s not really my place to push you in one direction or the other, but I can see suspension would do your grades a lot of harm.”

“I know, sir. That’s what I’ve been thinking. But the paddle…”

“Would be over with in a few seconds,” he completed my sentence for me.

“I see that, sir,” I conceded. I thought quickly, then decided to spit it out before I changed my mind. “Guess, I’ll take the spanking, sir.” I regretted it as soon as I’d said it, but changing my mind right then and there was just as hard as keeping quiet and accepting my fate.

“Very well, Ms Harrison. You’ll need to get one of your parents to sign this consent form I’m about to print out. Bring it back to me completed and signed and we’ll, um, you know.”

“Yes, sir.” I waited for the printer to churn out the form, took it and left his office. My heart was already pounding against my ribs as I walked to my next lesson.

Later, I sat down to lunch with my best friend, Lizzy Walker.

“How’d it go?” she asked.

“Five days suspension or five licks,” I replied.

“And?”

“I’ve told him I’d take the spanking.”

“Really? That’s very brave of you. Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Are you able to change your mind?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t know if I really want to. One moment, I think the suspension sounds the better deal, then I think about those lost grades.”

Lizzy nodded like she understood my conundrum. “Losing all those grades would be a shame, I guess.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself. And, like he said, the spanking would be over in seconds.”

“Yes, but I hear he doesn’t hold back. You’re going to really feel it for sure.”

“I guess.”

We continued our lunch without saying much. Lizzy tried to make conversation, but I didn’t really participate. I carried on with the afternoon lessons, but I wasn’t really enjoying them like I usually do, and the remainder of the day passed slowly.

For the first couple of hours at home, it was just my younger sister and me. She was engrossed in some TV show, but surprised me when she came out with, “So, I hear you’re getting spanked tomorrow.”

“How did you hear that?”

“Girls in my class sitting at the next table during lunch.”

“Wonderful! Is it all round the school now?”

“Pretty much.”

“Gee, thanks, sis.”

“Not me. I didn’t tell. I didn’t have to. It’s upped my street cred, though, having a big sister who Mr Egan is going to spank tomorrow.”

“You never know, mom and dad might not sign the consent form.”

That made her think.

“No, I reckon they will.”

At dinner that evening, when we’d finished and my sister and I had carried the plates out to the kitchen, we sat drinking coffee. I was working out in my mind how best to break the news to my parents when my sister took great pleasure in speaking up.

“Pammi’s getting spanked tomorrow,” she announced, unable to keep a broad grin off her face.

“What? Why? How?” Mom asked, surprised.

“At school, you mean? You Pammi? What happened?” Dad was even more shocked.

I glared angrily at my little sister.

“That’s not true, is it Pammi?” Mom asked again, apparently unable to believe what she’d been told.

I took a mouthful of hot coffee, trying to work out how best to say it.

“I, er, got caught with a tiny amount of cannabis, mom. Someone gave it to me. So, I had to go see Mr Egan. He was sympathetic but his hands were tied. The standard penalty is five days suspension or five swats.”

“Meaning that you’d lose grades for the five days you were away from school?” asked Dad.

“That’s correct.” I acknowledged.

“But you were given a choice?” Mom queried.

I nodded.

“And you’ve chosen to take the swats?”

“I reckon. Like, it’ll all be done in a few seconds, while suspension will drag on.”

“I guess you’re seventeen now, so you are quite capable of making your own decisions. Five swats is going to hurt, you know. It’s not a soft option.”

“I realize that, mom!”

“Probably better than losing grades though,” Dad added thoughtfully.

“And she could always take a cushion with her on the school bus,” my sister chipped in.

“Heck, I’m only getting a spanking tomorrow,” I snapped. “It’s not like the end of the world is coming.”

And that was just about the end of the conversation. As I left the room, I lingered outside the door, curious to hear what mom and dad had to say when I wasn’t there. Dad asked whether they should ‘do something’ about my possession of cannabis, then mom reassured him getting my butt spanked would be sufficient punishment. Good old mom!

The following morning, Mom had the consent form completed and signed. She handed it over with a compassionate smile. I sat with my sister on the school bus. We didn’t say much, but I felt everyone was taking sly glances in my direction. I guessed they’d be doing that after school on the way home too.

I had a free period just before lunch, which meant I could go see Mr Egan at around 11.00. I guess I was a bit lost in my thoughts through the lessons up to that point, but no one commented that I wasn’t paying attention or anything. As the lesson leading up to 11.00 finished, Lizzy, who also had a free period, came over to me.

“Coffee?”

“Um, no. I need to, um, I mean, I have to do something,” I stuttered.

“Mr Egan?”

I nodded.

“I’ll walk you to the secretaries’ station.”

I wasn’t sure I really wanted her company. For one thing, it made it harder to back out at the last minute and put it off until later in the day. Then, would later in the day make it any easier? I settled for the escort towards my destiny.

“Can I help you?” a secretary asked brightly as we reached the counter.

I showed her my signed consent form.

“Oh, okay,” she replied, looking at me with a worried frown. She checked a computer screen before announcing, “Yes, Mr Egan is free. Go wait outside his office and I’ll email him you’re there.”

There are four chairs outside Mr Egan’s office, but neither Lizzy nor I wanted to sit down. We could hear rustlings from inside his office, which in no way calmed my nerves. Even Lizzy became nervous.

“I’d better leave you to it,” she said. “Good luck.”

And then I was alone. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door opened and Mr Egan stood in the doorway.

“Oh, Pammi. We need a witness. Could you go along to the secretaries’ station and ask one of the ladies if she could spare us a few minutes?”

“Oh, okay, sir.”

I walked back to the secretaries’ station sensing this was going to be awkward. I mean, asking one of the secretaries if she’d be so kind as to come witness my spanking! Embarrassing or what?

When I reached the counter, the secretary nearest to me was a young woman who must have been in her early twenties at most. She had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Can I help you?”

“Um,” I paused for breath. “I, er, that is, Mr Egan, um…”

The young secretary looked at me like I was some kind of idiot. “Yes?”

“I, er, need a witness,” I finally managed to say.

“For a spanking, you mean?”

“Correct.”

Luckily, one of the older women overheard and came across.

“Leave this to me, Angie,” she said. She lifted part of the counter to give her access to the hall, put her arm round my shoulders and said, “Come along, dear. This won’t take very long.”

I could feel myself trembling as we walked, and my eyes suddenly felt watery.

“It’s only a spanking, dear,” the secretary told me when she realised my state. “You’ll survive.”

We reached Mr Egan’s office and, pausing to tap softly on the door, the secretary took me inside.

“Ah, Brenda,” Mr Egan addressed the lady. “I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to get everything ready. Could you, please?”

“Of course, Mr Egan.”

The secretary, Brenda, left me standing in front of Mr Egan’s desk and went over to a side wall. She picked up a small chair and brought it across near to where I was standing. The back of the chair was towards me, and at right angles to the desk. You have to remember this was my first experience of being in this situation, and I was extremely nervous, so I wasn’t really thinking straight. Naively, I wondered at first whether I was supposed to sit on the chair to receive some kind of reprimand before the real action began, but no one said, and if that had been the case, surely the chair would have faced Mr Egan’s desk. I decided to remain standing until told otherwise. I mean, I wasn’t there to sit down, was I?

All kinds of thoughts raced through my head. I suppose I had it in my mind that I would be called to bend over Mr Egan’s desk, although there was paperwork, files and all sorts that he surely wouldn’t want me lying across. I even for a moment pictured myself lying across his lap while he sat on the chair, but that also seemed very unlikely.

“Check your back pockets are empty, dear,” Brenda said in a hushed voice, although I’m sure Mr Egan and I both heard.

I slid my hands into both pockets. Nothing there. My attention was then drawn to Mr Egan taking the paddle out of a drawer in a filing cabinet. My heart was really pounding now. I was just so close to a painful couple of minutes. My mind was racing, and I worried about not hearing instructions.

“Nothing in my back pockets,” I announced after a delay.

“Come and bend over the back of the chair, dear,” Brenda instructed, like it was a nothing kind of task.

Oh God! This was it! There was no backing out now. I had no option than to submit myself for punishment. I timidly took the three steps across to the chair and took hold of the back rail.

“That’s it, bend over, dear.”

This was said in a kindly, even motherly, manner. I guess Brenda was simply trying to be helpful, helping me through this ordeal. It wasn’t really working. I leaned forward, taking hold of the sides of the seat and lowering my head down. It wasn’t enough though.

“You’ll need to bend over much further, dear,” Brenda told me. “Get your head right down low and push your behind out.”

I had to edge forward a couple of inches to do it. I pushed my head down until it was just below the level of the seat and the top rail was pushing into my stomach. It wasn’t in any way comfortable, but then I guess my comfort wasn’t a priority just now. My jeans felt tight across my behind, which I supposed was the point.

“That’s just perfect, dear. Now hold still for just a few moments and it’ll all be over.”

My forearms were now resting on the seat of the chair as I braced myself. I was scared, believe me! I could see Brenda standing to my right, and I kind of sensed Mr Egan coming round to stand on my left and a little behind me. He tapped my backside several times, and I stiffened. Then he wasn’t tapping.

Pow! The paddle struck my backside with force. It sounded loud too, like it reverberated round the room. Pain quickly spread right across my bottom.

A few more taps, and the paddle met with my backside for the second time. It stung!

I wasn’t really thinking that much at this point. All my concentration was taken with keeping very still so Mr Egan could continue. I’d never really been spanked before, aside from a couple of pats on my backside to reinforce the odd admonishment from my mom when I was much younger, so this was my first experience of it.

A couple of taps alerted me to the next swat coming, and it did come! I grunted a strange kind of grunt when the sting spread across my behind. I realised then that Mr Egan was directing each swat to the lower part of my backside, right where I sit down. I’m sure that was intentional.

More taps, and the paddle collided forcefully against the seat of my jeans. Wow! It smarted!

I realised immediately that I had just one more swat to take and then my punishment would be over. My whole body was already tensed up, so I concentrated on keeping very still. Just a few more seconds and it would be all over.

For one final time, the paddle impacted against the seat of my jeans and the fresh bout of pain spread across my backside. I was done, yet I continued to keep still. I wasn’t about to risk earning more swats by getting up without permission.

“That’s it, dear. You can get up now.”

I eased myself up, muscles aching where I’d tensed up in my efforts to hold still, despite the pounding of the paddle against my butt. I rubbed my backside with both hands.

“Thank you, Ms Harrison. You’re free to go. Do you need a pass for your class teacher?” Mr Egan sounded neutral, not giving any indication he was pleased or otherwise.

“No, sir. I’m on a free period right now.”

“Okay. Then have a good lunch.”

“Thank you, sir,” I replied.

Brenda guided me out of the office.

“There! Not so bad, was it?”

I wasn’t sure how to reply. My backside was really sore, and I felt I was walking stiffly. ‘Not so bad’ wasn’t exactly high in my thoughts at that moment. When we reached the secretaries’ station, Brenda left me to continue on my way. I saw the young dark-haired secretary staring at me but pretended I hadn’t noticed. I caught up with Lizzie in the dining hall.

“All done?” She asked as I reached her table. “I got you a Coke.”

“Thanks.”

The chairs all had hard plastic seats, and I eased myself down too quickly. I grimaced.. My mouth was really dry, and I was so grateful for the ice-cold drink.

“So, how’re you feeling?” Lizzie asked.

“Sore! I replied. “I’m sure my ass is totally bruised, low down. I reckon he did it so I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.”

“Do you regret not going for the suspension now?”

“No,” I answered slowly, giving me time to consider the question. “No, my grades are safe now, as long as I do the work.”

We finished our drinks. The clock showed there were still twenty minutes before they’d start serving lunches.

“I’m going to the rest room to check the state of my ass. Coming?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Classes were still in progress, so the rest room was empty when we went in. I unfastened my jeans and pushed them down, followed by my panties. Turning my back to the long mirror behind the sinks, I saw my backside had turned a mixture of dark red and blue, all across the lower part.

“Jeez! You really got a spanking there, girl,” Lizzie exclaimed.

“Yeah,” was all I could offer.

The End

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