“This gives me no pleasure, no pleasure at all,” Amelia Johnson told her student, Paige Critchen.

Paige continued to stare down at the floor. “I really won’t do it again. Really.” The despair in her voice was evident.

“Paige, you’ve told me that before. I’ve warned you twice. I’ve given you Saturday detention. You didn’t serve it. And you still treat homework as an option. It isn’t. If I set the class an assignment, then like all the other students, you need to do it. That’s how school works.”

“Ms Johnson, I will try! You really don’t need to take me to Mr McArthur, really you don’t.”

“I do, Paige. I’ve discussed your attitude to work with Mr McArthur, and we’re both agreed you need a few swats on your behind to mend your attitude.”

“I really don’t,” Paige whimpered. “I will do better. I promise.”

“You’ve said that before, Paige. Let me ask you, do you have a good reason for not fulfilling your assignments? Yes or no?”

“Well, no. I guess social meet-ups don’t count, huh?”

“Hanging out with your friends won’t get you the grades you need, Paige. You have so much talent, you shouldn’t be wasting it.” Amelia Johnson checked the time. “Okay, we need to get along there. Let’s go.”

They walked slowly along the corridors towards the administration area of the school campus, Paige sulking all the way. They stopped by the secretaries’ station where Amelia checked Mr McArthur was free, and found he was. They continued until they reached the door to the vice-principal’s office.

“Ready? Amelia asked Paige.

Paige checked her shoulder-length blond hair, her dark blue shirt and white denim jeans.

“I guess.”

Amelia knocked on the door and they heard a gruff male voice beckon them in. Both Paige and her home room teacher stood side by side in front of the vice-principal’s desk. Mr McArthur finished looking at his computer screen and turned to the seventeen-year-old student.

“Paige, you’re old enough to know you can’t get away with missing homework. And I see here you were given a detention by Ms Johnson which you failed to show up for. That simply isn’t good enough, is it?”

“No sir.”

“So, we’re looking at missing homework assignments and failing to submit yourself for the detention. That’s five swats in my book. Anything to say?”

Paige thought hard. Her mind was in turmoil about how she would cope when Mr McArthur slammed the paddle hard against her butt, but right then and there she couldn’t think of one single reason why the planned spanking should not go ahead.

“I’m sorry, sir,” was all she could come up with.

“I’m sure you are, Paige. Most students are when they’re in your position.”

Mr McArthur stood and went to a filing cabinet where he opened the bottom drawer and pulled out his wooden paddle. Paige’s eyes watched his every move as he came round to the front of his desk.

“Okay, Paige, firstly I need you to check your back pockets and make sure they are empty. Place anything you find on my desk.”

After sliding both hands into the back pockets of her white denim jeans, Paige found a thin paper receipt from a diner down at the local mall and placed it on Mr McArthur’s desk.

“Okay, Paige now turn to your left and reach over and grab your shins.”

As she started leaning over, the very thing she didn’t want to happen happened. Tears formed in her eyes and began to trickle down the sides of her face.

‘God! Can’t I even take a spanking without bawling?’ she thought to herself.

“Want a tissue, Paige?” Ms Johnson offered, taking a box of tissues off Mr McArthur’s desk.

“Thanks.” Paige took a tissue and wiped her eyes, noting her make-up would now be smudged, and threw the tissue into the waste bin that was nearby. She stretched down further and wrapped her hands around her lower shins. The tightness of her jeans around her bottom suggested she was presenting the kind of target Mr McArthur required.

“That’s fine, Paige. Now hold still.”

If Paige had any doubts about her positioning, they were gone. Now she just had to endure the five hard swats that would start impacting with the seat of her jeans any moment from now.

A mighty bang reverberated around the room, and Paige felt serious pain as Mr McArthur’s paddle slammed across the seat of her white jeans. The impact caused her to lurch forward, although she was able to keep her footing. She pushed her bottom back, ready to take the next swat.

It came soon enough, and caused Paige to utter a shrill little squeak. Her bottom was throbbing and she reckoned there would be visible bruises. The paddle spanked her a third time and the feeling of pain was resurrected again. Just two to go and then she could get along to the girls’ rest room and recover.

Another hard spank caught Paige low down on her bottom. It hurt and she instinctively wriggled her hips to dissipate the pain. Just one swat to go. She settled back into position and waited. It felt like Mr McArthur was taking his time lining up the final spank, and she wasn’t wrong. It struck her low down again, right where it would make sitting down especially uncomfortable. He must want her to remember this punishment long after she was allowed out of his office.

“Okay Paige, that’s it. You’re done.” Was there a hint of reluctance in Mr McArthur’s voice?

Slowly, Paige eased herself up into a standing position and applied both hands to the seat of her white jeans. She looked across at Mr McArthur as he replaced the paddle in the filing cabinet. He made it seem as innocuous as if he was filing some document.

“Let’s get you along to the rest room, Paige,” Amelia Johnson said in Paige’s ear. “You’ll want to rinse your face and maybe reapply your make-up.”

With Ms Johnson’s arm around her shoulders, Paige allowed herself to be led towards the door.

“Thank you, Mr McArthur,” Amelia Johnson said with her hand on the door handle. “It needed to be done.”

“Thank you, sir,” Paige added in a croaky voice.

When they reached the girls’ rest room, Ms Johnson looked inside.

“It’s okay, no one in here.”

They went in and Ms Johnson filled a sink with warm water.

“There you go, Give your face a rinse and you’ll feel better.”

Paige leaned over the sink and splashed water over her face, then took a paper towel from her teacher to wipe away her tears and the ruins of her make-up. Despite her bottom still throbbing, Paige had to admit at least to herself that she now felt a little better about things.

“Okay, let’s have it,” Amelia Johnson suddenly said.

“What?”

“You think I‘m to blame for you getting your butt spanked, and now you hate me. Right?”

Paige hesitated. “Um, no, I’m the one who missed assignments. And I should have accepted the detention you gave me.”

“That’s a very mature way of looking at things, Paige. So, I’m not your worst enemy?”

Paige smiled. “No, I guess I deserved the spanking. Um, do you mind if I check, you know, back there?”

Amelia Johnson laughed. “You go right ahead, Paige. Do you want me to leave?”

“No, you can stay.”

Paige unfastened her jeans and slipped them down to her knees. Her brief panties followed and she half-turned so she could see her bottom in the long mirror that stretched almost the length of the room behind the sinks.

“Not as bad as I thought,” Paige commented as she looked at the redness of her buttocks and the purplish rounds on the peaks of her bottom cheeks. “I reckoned Mr McArthur was giving the lower parts of my butt special attention.”

“He does that. I guess it’s to remind you to be a good girl when you sit down for the next few hours, huh?”

“I reckon I will do that!”

The End

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