Now I may not be the school’s most dedicated student by a country mile but when they asked for students to work in the secretaries’ office during free periods and after school, and paying for it, I decided I could use the money and the work, while maybe boring, wasn’t at all onerous. Most weeks I got six or seven hours of paid (under-paid?) work doing boring jobs like filing, searching for missing files, making the coffee, cleaning the rest room floor and stuff. The extra money over my allowance was great, at least that’s what I told myself. Then one day just me and another student, Jason Peers, were alone at the secretaries’ station while the proper secretaries held a meeting in an empty classroom.

Jason Peers is not boyfriend material. He’s a geek, the real geeky deal. He loves computers and all that techy stuff and goes all hot and bothered when he talks to a girl. So, I can handle him just fine. Then, something magical happened. Amy Campbell approached the counter looking nervously up and down the hall and trying hard to conceal the pink slip she was holding in her clenched right fist. Jason awkwardly diverted his attention to some files he was putting in a filing cabinet, but I’d have easily blocked his path to the counter anyway. I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

Now, Amy Campbell is a grade higher than me, is more attractive than me, has blond hair compared to my own mousey-brown locks, gets the nicest-looking boys chasing after her, has upstaged me several times at prom dances and stuff. You got it; I don’t like her for all those valid reasons.

“Um, are there any secretaries around?” she asks me as I approach her on the opposite side of the counter with a huge grin on my face.

“Hi, Amy. How’re you doing?” I ask, all nice and friendly like. “No, sorry, they’re all decorating the main hall for the dance. Can I help you?”

Amy hesitates. She looks up and down the hall several times, hoping, I imagine, to see one of the proper school secretaries coming to her aid. But this was my lucky day.

Amy looks over at Jason, still pretending to file stuff away, and takes a deep breath.

“I, er, that is, I have to deal with this.” She thrusts her pink slip in my direction, then adds, “I don’t suppose Mr Gonzales is free now, is he?”

I take the pink slip and read it. It’s a referral from Mrs Jarvis, a sour-faced senior teacher who has let a liking for donuts get out of control. Amy appears to have annoyed her by being contemptuous during an advanced Math class and voicing unwanted comments that were considered disruptive. I somehow manage to avoid laughing as I take my time reading the slip, and I sense Amy getting impatient. Amy and I both know this will lead to five good licks from Mr Gonzales’ hickory wood paddle, and I want to savor this moment.

“Mr Gonzales is definitely free right now, Amy. Do you want me to advise him you’re looking to see him?”

“Um, I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s just that I have a free period right now and, um, I need to leave school on time for my after-school job in my mom’s cake store. I guess I could phone mom and say I got held up at school.”

I look round. Jason is still filing. Just how long does it take that boy to put five files in a drawer? Was he trying to overhear every last word between Amy and me? Of course he was.

I pretended to lower my voice, but kept it as loud as I could get away with.

“Look Amy, I have been there myself. Mr Gonzales paddled me a few months back. I know how you’re feeling.” I lied, but he did threaten me once. That has to count, doesn’t it?

“You do? Um, I mean, a referral doesn’t automatically mean a paddling, does it?”

“For what Mrs Jarvis wrote on this slip? You’re getting five, Amy. Take it from me, it’s best to accept that as a fact and get it done. The longer you leave it, the more you’ll be fretting about it.”

Amy seemed to be considering what I’d told her, while I tried hard to not appear like I was enjoying her anguish. I tried to add to the torment by saying, “He hits hard and it’ll hurt, but it’ll be over in five minutes and then you can get on with helping in your mom’s store and stuff.”

“You don’t think I should come back after school?”

“It ain’t going to hurt any the less. Why give yourself give the extra worry? Besides, you know I’ll be discreet. You can’t always say the same about the faculty secretaries.”

I managed to avoid grinning, which perhaps helped to convince Amy I was on her side. Hey, maybe I should apply for an acting role in the school’s drama group!

“Okay.”

“You want I should phone through to Mr Gonzales? There’s no rush.” I wanted to prolong her torture for as long as possible.

She nodded.

I picked up the phone and made the call.

“Mr Gonzales? Jenny here. I’ve got Amy Campbell here with a pink slip.” I listened to the answer, then said, “Okay, I’ll show her in.”

“You okay on your own for a few minutes, Jason?” I called over my shoulder.

Jason looked round with a smirk on his pimply face that made Amy cringe. “Sure, no problem.”

I could have hugged him! Well no, that might be going too far. I exit the secretaries’ station by way of a lift-up flap in the counter and take Amy’s arm. She pulls against me.

“Come on, Amy. It’s best to get these things done. Come along now,” I purred, all reassuring like.

As we walked along the hall, out of Jason’s hearing, Amy asked, “Does it hurt awfully?”

“Yes, but it’s soon over. Then all you’ve got is a sore butt.” Now, wasn’t that just so encouraging?

I knocked on Mr Gonzales’ door and pushed it open when we heard a gravelly response.

Mr Gonzales, a tall muscular man with the straight down physique of a refrigerator, sat behind his desk holding out his hand for the pink slip. I handed it over and waited for him to tell me to leave.

“Is one of the school secretaries outside, Jenny?”

“Sorry, no sir. They’re all working on the decorations for the dance, over on the other side of the campus, sir.”

“Damn! I’d prefer not to keep Amy waiting.”

“I’m free, sir,” I volunteered, then added, “If that’s any use, sir.” Well, I didn’t want to appear too keen.

Mr Gonzales screwed up his face like he didn’t think that was an option. I’m sure he was about to tell Amy she’d have to come back later, but, surprise surprise, Amy chipped in with, “I’d be happy to accept Jenny as a witness, sir, if it means we can get this dealt with now. I’d prefer not to have to wait.”

I certainly was not expecting that!

Mr Gonzales looked hard at me at Amy and then at me.

“Jenny?”

I’ll never forget this moment for as long as I live! I was actually being asked if I would stay and witness my arch enemy get her ass paddled!

“Er, I guess I could serve as the witness, sir.” I didn’t want to sound too keen.

After chewing the matter over some, Mr Gonzales finally said, “Okay, if you two girls are both happy, I guess we can get this dealt with right now.”

He stood up and went to a cabinet at the back of his office. While his back was turned, I reached up and put my arm round Amy’s shoulder and gave her a squeeze. She seemed to like that. I guess from her viewpoint we were kind of ‘sisters’ now.

Mr Gonzales returned to his desk with a wood paddle in his hand. I guess it was made of hickory, had a blade eighteen inches long and four inches wide, and seemed mighty solid. I was sure glad it was Amy’s butt that was going feel that thing applied to it. I felt Amy shiver. I guess she was thinking along the same lines as me.

“Jenny, fetch that chair from the wall and bring it out into the open in front of my desk, please.”

I looked round, saw a metal-framed office chair thinly upholstered on the seat and back, and brought it to some clear space four feet from Mr Gonzales’ desk.

“That okay, sir?”

“Fine, thanks Jenny.”

Now that chair was not heavy, but I felt breathless and my heart was banging hard against my chest like it wanted to escape as I looked round at Amy. Her face was white as the driven snow. Heck, she was visibly shaking. This just could not get any better!

“Okay, Amy,” Mr Gonzales focused his attention on my new ‘friend’. “I need you to bend over the back of the chair. Grab hold of the front edge and get your head down low.”

Amy looked at me like I might somehow save her from her doom. Like I would have, even if I could? No, I was there simply to watch her ass getting pounded by that mean-looking paddle. Her fate was already sealed. I smiled encouragingly, and patted the top rail of the chair. Amy gave me another look, a strange look like she was questioning whether I was actually enjoying this. I needed to be careful.

“Let me help you, Amy,” I cooed. “It’ll be alright.”

Amy still looked suspicious, but at least she approached the chair. She was wearing a loose-fitting floral-patterned dress and, as she managed to bend over the back of the chair with an elegance most of us wouldn’t be capable of, her perfectly formed ass became a little less than well-defined. I immediately wondered how Mr Gonzales was going to apply the paddle accurately. He shared my thinking.

“Amy,” he said. “That dress of yours, pretty though it is, makes it a mite hard for me to aim the paddle correctly across your butt. Jenny, can you help us?”

“Maybe I could gather the spare material in front of her and secure it with a couple of document clips, sir?” Then an idea came into my head. “I’d be worried they might damage Amy’s lovely dress, sir. Maybe she could change into gym shorts?”

“Yes, that might be a better idea. Amy, can you go change into gym shorts, please? You’re on your honor not to apply extra protection under the shorts.”

Amy straightened up, looking exasperated. For a moment I thought she might even have offered to take the dress off, but I was never going to be that lucky.

“Should I go with her, sir?” I asked, all innocent-like.”

“If you want, Jenny.” Mr Gonzales also appeared frustrated. He sat on the edge of his desk, paddle in hand. “Please be quick, ladies.”

“This is ridiculous!” Amy declared as we walked briskly along the hall towards the lockers. She pulled white gym shorts and a green T-shirt from her locker.

“Where am I supposed to change?”

“The nearest girls’ rest room?”

I stood watching while Amy took the dress and her pantyhose off, and pulled on the T-shirt and the shorts. The very brief panties she had on, in fetching pink, were surely not going to give any protection. She folded her dress roughly and put it in her locker.

A few students and a couple members of staff looked at us oddly as we retraced our steps back to Mr Gonzales’ office. I guess not too many students walk the halls in sports kit in the administrative zone of the school.

“You okay, Jason?” I called as we passed the secretaries’ station, but we kept walking and were out of earshot from whatever reply Jason made.

I tapped on Mr Gonzales’ door, pushed it open and let Amy go in first. He was still sitting on the front edge of his desk.

“Can we now get this done, ladies?” He asked, kind of snappy like.

Amy took the lead and went straight to the chair in front of Mr Gonzales’ desk and bent over. She shoved her head right down low and the white cotton of her gym shorts stretched real tight across her perfectly-formed ass. It made for an inviting target. As Mr Gonzales lined up his paddle, I stood to the side where I could get a perfect view when it slammed down across Amy’s cute rear end. I didn’t want to miss one second.

The sound of paddle meeting butt was amazingly loud and almost echoed round the room. I could see the grimaces on Amy’s face as each of the five swats landed across what seemed to be the same spot on Amy’s white gym shorts. Heck, I almost felt sorry for her! But the shrill little screams made for great listening.

All too soon, though, it was over and while Mr Gonzales returned his paddle to the cabinet, Amy slowly straightened and gave her ass the briefest of rubs.

“May I leave now, sir?” she asked.

“You may. I’ll record your punishment as having been completed. Thank you for your assistance, Jenny.”

Outside in the hall, Amy walked slowly back to the lockers where she could get her dress and change into it, back in the rest room.

“There! All done now,” I said, trying to make conversation.

She ignored me.

“I bet you’re happy to get that over with,” I tried.

No response.

“I was so impressed with how you handled yourself in there.” Final shot.

“Don’t you ever dare tell what just happened,” Amy snarled.

“I won’t! Of course I won’t Amy. My lips are sealed.” At least not until I’m back home and can message all my friends, and a few others.

“Because if I find out you’ve been spreading it around, I’ll go straight to Mr Gonzales. You hear?”

“I hear.”

We reached the lockers and Amy got her dress out.

“You need help changing?” I asked, more in hope than expectation. I really wanted to get a good look at her butt.

“I think I’m old enough to change without assistance, thank you!”

That kind of told me, didn’t it? We went our separate ways, Amy to the rest room, me to the secretaries’ station.

“Where have you been, Jenny?” I was asked by the senior secretary, now back in the office after their meeting.

“Just running a chore for Mr Gonzales,” I replied.

Jason smirked.

The End

© Carol Christensen 2026