Sonja Ekberg walked ponderously along the hall towards Linda Peterson’s home room, hoping her favorite teacher would be there preparing for the start of her afternoon’s classes. Looking through the window between hall and classroom, she saw the dark-haired teacher, alone, sitting at her desk and writing on some paper. Sonja was in luck.

“May I have a word, Miss Peterson?”

The teacher looked up and saw the blond-haired girl in the open doorway.

“Sure. Come in, take a seat,” she said, gesturing the seventeen-year-old towards the small chair at one side of her desk. “How can I help, Sonja?”

Sonja sat down and placed her bag of schoolbooks beside the chair, then looked down at the floor in front of her.

“Um, I have a problem.”

“Okay. Presumably something you want to talk about?”

Sonja nodded. Linda Peterson waited patiently, her pen now resting on the desk.

“The thing is, Miss Peterson, I did a foolish thing yesterday. I needed to talk with my boyfriend and he goes to another school.”

“Yes, I heard. You absented yourself from school. Was it worth it?”

Sonja shook her head. “No, we still broke up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But you will have other boyfriends, Sonja, although I don’t suppose you’re thinking that way just now. Is that what you want to talk about?”

Again, Sonja shook her head. “Sort of. Well, no, not exactly.”

“Okay,” Linda Peterson hesitated. “So how can I help?”

“I got called in to see Vice-principal Roberts this morning.”

“Oh.” Linda replied sympathetically. “How did that go?”

Sonja shrugged. “I got awarded four licks or four hours of detention.”

“Only four? Students usually get five for leaving school without permission, Sonja.”

“That’s what Mrs Roberts said. She deducted one swat because of my previous good record.”

“Okay,” the teacher replied, thinking Margo Roberts must be in a good mood today. “So, have you thought about what you’re going to do?”

Sonja nodded. “You see, I have a family engagement on Saturday; my grandpa’s birthday. I can’t miss it. He’d be so disappointed.”

“Couldn’t you turn up after you’ve served your detention?”

“No, my grandparents live too far away. We have to leave early Saturday morning.”

“I see, so what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to have to take the spanking, I guess.”

“Okay. Look, I’m sure it won’t be that bad, Sonja. It’ll smart a bit when you get it, but you’ll still be fine afterwards.”

“I know. I mean, I guess. I’ve never had swats before.”

“Well, I’m sorry you got yourself into trouble, Sonja. If I can help in any way then just let me know.”

“Thanks,” the blond-haired girl answered, but didn’t get up to leave.

“Was there something else?”

“Yes,” Sonja murmured.

The teacher waited for the girl, who clearly had something else on her mind, to continue.

“You see, I told Mrs Roberts about my grandfather’s birthday and how I couldn’t miss the trip. I asked her if it would be possible to postpone my Saturday detention by one week, but apparently it’s not school policy to allow that.”

“So, you had to sign yourself up for the paddling?”

“Yes, that’s what it boiled down to.” Sonja’s voice lowered, suggesting she wasn’t at all sure about taking the spanking.

“I suppose the good thing is that it will be over with quickly,” Miss Peterson said, trying to sound encouraging. “Then you can get on with things without having the detention hanging over you.”

“True,” Sonja replied,

“So, when is it going to happen?”

“That’s the thing. Apparently, these days a student can nominate a teacher of his or her choice to carry out the paddling.”

“Yes, that idea came in at the start of the current year,” Linda Peterson replied hesitantly, beginning to get where this conversation was heading.

“So, I was wondering, Miss Peterson, would you paddle me, please?”

“Me? Hell, Sonja, I’ve never paddled anyone in my life.”

“It can’t be that difficult, and there’s no one else in the whole school I’d prefer to do it. Please, spank me, Miss Peterson. Please! I’d be so frightened if anyone else were to do it.”

The young teacher could see the seventeen-year-old was close to tears. She sat back in her chair and thought carefully.

All teachers were allowed to paddle in this school, within certain limitations, and this particular punishment had already been authorized by a vice-principal. There was no reason she couldn’t grant the young student’s request, other than that she didn’t actually possess a paddle.

“So, assuming we go ahead and I paddle you, when do you see this all taking place?”

“I guess that’s up to you, Miss Peterson. I, like, can’t say I’ll be looking forward to it, but I’ll go along with whatever arrangements you care to make.”

“You do realize, whoever does it, it’s going to be a real spanking? I would not, in all conscience, feel able to go soft on you.”

“I understand that, Miss Peterson, and I wouldn’t expect you to. I know I shouldn’t have bunked off school like that. I got caught and I know I have to pay the price. You have to pound my butt just like any other teacher would. It’s just that you’re more friendly than most and I’d feel more comfortable with you doing it.”

“Okay,” the teacher replied while she reflected on their conversation. “Have you thought who might witness it, assuming I decide to go ahead?”

“That really doesn’t bother me so much. I mean, whoever it is isn’t going to be aiming a wooden paddle at my butt.”

“Okay. Look, we both need to get with our afternoon classes. Come see me after school and we’ll see where we are.”

“You’ll paddle me then?”

“Possibly.”

While Sonja had a full afternoon of three classes, Linda Peterson had just two, meaning she had a spare forty minutes to get her head around what to do about Sonja Ekberg.

Firstly, she used her school computer to acknowledge Sonja was booked in with her to receive the four licks, and that it would take place after school that day. Within minutes, she received a message from Mrs Roberts that read:

‘Linda, thanks for taking that on. Sonja is a good kid usually, but she really stepped out of line when she skipped school yesterday. Four good licks with a paddle won’t do her any harm and might help her deal with losing that awful boyfriend that was messing her around. Spank her good, Linda!

Margo R’

Linda Peterson read and re-read the message several times. She was now committed to punishing the girl who was one of her favorite students, although she would never admit that to anyone. Heck, it was no big deal. Just get Sonja to bend over, whack the girl’s backside four times and that would be it. Job done.

“Hey, are you finished for the day too? Do you fancy getting thrashed on the tennis court? I’m feeling in fine form.”

Linda looked up and saw Teresa Mendoza, a young athletics coach who also taught three languages, standing in the doorway wearing a black tracksuit with a yellow stripe down the sides of both jacket and pants. She held a tennis racket in her hand.

“Ah, just the girl I need,” Linda replied as she was dragged from her thoughts.

“That sounds ominous,” Teresa leaned on the door frame. “I’m guessing you’re not referring to me beating you up on the court?”

“I’ve got a problem, Teresa.”

Sensing Linda’s serious mood, Teresa Mendoza stopped fooling around and entered the empty classroom. “What’s up?”

Linda briefly explained she’d been asked by Sonja Ekberg to deal with the paddling that had been authorized by Mrs Roberts.

“Well, that ain’t so difficult. What’s the problem?”

“Firstly, I’ve never paddled anyone in my life. Secondly, I don’t possess a paddle. And three, I need a witness. And then you appeared in my doorway!”

“Another of life’s little coincidences, I guess. Okay, I’ll witness. And I do have a paddle back in my office next to the girls’ changing rooms. And what else? Oh, just bend her over and tell her to make a good target of her backside. It’s easy.”

“Thanks for witnessing. And I would be grateful for the loan of your paddle. Hey, I didn’t know you paddled students!”

“Only now and again, when they start taking advantage of my nice, pleasant demeanor.”

“Huh? Have I missed something?”

The athletics coach ignored the jest. “So, when and where’s this all taking place?”

“I’ve asked Sonja to come see me after school. I’ll try and get my home room students out of here as quickly as I can, not that they’ll need much prompting from me. Then I guess we get down to the dreaded deed.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be back here after school, with paddle. If I see Sonja hovering around somewhere, I’ll stay with her until your home room is empty.”

“Thanks, Teresa.”

****

Just over three hours later, after bells sounded the end of classes for the day and also the end of home room registration, Teresa Mendoza was on her way back to Linda Peterson’s home room with her wooden paddle tucked out of sight under her tracksuit jacket when she spotted Sonja Ekberg walking slowly in the same direction.

“Hey, Sonja, mind if I walk with you?”

“Oh! Er, you see…”

“Yeah, I know. You’re looking to get your backside spanked. I’m your witness.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I hope you don’t mind me being the witness?”

“Er, no. No, that’s fine.”

“So, you decided to take licks rather than Saturday detention. You would have had a choice.”

“I had a family commitment on Saturday that I couldn’t get out of.”

“Okay, I get that,” Teresa replied, sensing the student’s anxiety. “Mind you, four hours detention ain’t a whole bucket of fun either. There’s a lot to be said for taking a spanking.”

Sonja didn’t appear convinced.

The minutes ticked by, and they both watched as students chatted away while heading for the exits as quickly as they could. The school was soon almost empty. When they arrived at Linda Peterson’s home room, the door was open. Teresa placed a hand in the small of Sonja’s back and propelled her inside.

“Hey ladies!” Linda greeted them from behind her desk.

Only Teresa returned the welcome.

“So, Sonja,” Linda continued, directing her words towards the blond seventeen-year-old student. “Can we start by you confirming you still wish to take the four swats with a paddle, and that you want me to administer them?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And Miss Mendoza is acceptable to you as a witness?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sonja answered, looking sideways at the dark-haired young woman in the black tracksuit with a faint self-conscious smile.

“Um, did you bring your paddle, Teresa?”

“Of course, Linda.” The young athletics coach pulled the paddle from under her tracksuit jacket and offered it to her colleague. Seeing Sonja’s eyes widening as she looked at the pale wood implement, she instead held it in the student’s direction. “Want to look? You can hold it if you want.”

Sonja shook her head nervously. “No thanks,” she whispered.

Teresa shrugged her shoulder. “Okay, Linda, where do you want her? Best to get this done.”

Linda immediately blushed, and knew her face had reddened noticeably. She coughed, and tried hard to calm herself.

“I don’t know. Perhaps Sonja could just bend over and grab hold of her shins or something?”

“Oh Linda, you’re just so authoritative, ain’t you just?” Teresa commented.

Both Linda and even Sonja managed to smile.

Sonja took the initiative and gave herself a little space, then she bent over and took hold of her shins through the tan-colored denim jeans she was wearing.

“How’s this?” the student asked.

“Sonja, you’ve got something sticking out of your left back pocket,” Teresa stated. “You ain’t trying to cheat, are you?”

Sonja straightened, her face red with embarrassment. She pulled a small booklet out of her back pocket and placed it on the teacher’s desk.

“Sorry. It’s a leaflet I picked up about an after-school debating group I might join. I forgot it was there.”

“Don’t worry, Sonja,” Linda reassured her.

“Yeah, we believe you, girl,” Teresa added. “We know you want to receive a good hard spanking without any extra protection.”

“Teresa! Stop teasing the girl!” Linda berated her colleague. “I’m sorry, Sonja. I know you weren’t trying to cheat, and so does Miss Mendoza.”

Sonja smiled. She much preferred the light-hearted atmosphere to the colder, more official spanking she would have received from Mrs Roberts or any of the more senior staff.

“Shall I get back into position now?”

“Yeah, go for it, girl,” Teresa responded, giving the student a gently pat on the seat of her tan-colored jeans.

Sonja immediately bent over and took hold of her lower shins, self-conscious that her backside would be the focus of the two teachers’ attention. She was a fairly slim girl, athletically built even though she was not particularly successful on the sports field.

“How’s this?” she asked.

“That will be just fine, Sonja,” Linda replied, taking Teresa’s paddle in her right hand and coming around her desk so she was standing slightly behind and to the student’s left side. It took her just a few moments to line up the paddle with Sonja’s lower bottom cheeks, pull it back and swing it forward with some pace so that it landed with a loud bang that seemed to resonate around the classroom.

Sonja grunted, swayed around a little, but soon settled back in position as she awaited the next swat.

“Was that too hard?” Linda tried to mouth silently to Teresa.

Teresa frowned like she didn’t understand, but waved her arm to suggest Linda should just carry on.

Linda applied the next swing of the paddle pretty much where the previous swat had landed, some instinct telling her the spanking was best applied where the girl would sit down later so she would be reminded of the punishment that evening.

After a few seconds had passed, Linda swung the paddle and delivered a sharp spank just a little below the previous swats. Sonja gasped and cried out with a low whimper. She swayed around some, but then held still for the final spank to be applied.

“Make it count, girl,” Teresa encouraged.

Sonja, of course, also heard the remark and braced herself for what she expected would be an extra hard application of the paddle. Linda gave Teresa an angry glance, but then put more force into her swing, such that the paddle crashed hard against the seat of Sonja’s denim jeans.

“Oooww!” Sonja cried out, then stood up and caressed the seat of her pants with both hands.

“You okay?” Linda asked, anxious that she’d done some real damage to the girl.

“I’m fine, ma’am,” Sonja responded with a tear in her eye before adding, “Really.”

“She’s fine,” Teresa confirmed. “She’s had a fair spanking and it’ll smart for a few minutes, then she’ll just feel sore. That’s just how it should be.”

Teresa soon got another of Linda’s angry glares.

“It’s okay, ma’am,” Sonja told the teacher who had just spanked her. “I got what I deserved. No complaints.”

Linda put the paddle on her desk and put a comforting arm around the student. She checked the time on the wall clock.

“Hey, how are you getting home? The school buses will have gone, and I don’t have a car. Do you want to call your mom?”

“I can take you both,” Teresa offered. “No problem.”

“Here’s your paddle, Teresa.”

“Keep it, Linda. You never know when you might have a need for it.”

“I’m not sure about that, Teresa. I’m no good at this sort of thing.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily agree with that, ma’am,” Sonja replied with feeling. “My backside is certainly smarting, although I’d take another spanking from you if I deserved it. I’d have been much more frightened in Mrs Roberts’ office if she’d been paddling me.”

“Now there’s a recommendation!” Teresa remarked. “Sounds like you may just have a new school duty there, Linda.”

The End

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