From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Proper Attitudes
Date: 10 Apr 1995 03:09:30 GMT

                        Proper Attitudes



   Young Micah Johnson sat in his seat, squirming in fact, and

awaited the upcoming punishment from his teacher.  Everyone knew

that if Mrs. Carson called your name and asked you to remain

after school, you were in for a session with the paddle.

   Micah's family had begun the long trek along the Oregon Trail

last year.  Along the way, his father had died of pneumonia. 

Micah, himself, had a touch of it, but he had gotten better while

his father had taken a turn for the worse.  It was bad not having

a father, but the good part was that his mother was too soft-

hearted to use a paddle upon him.  She was even too shy about

using her hand.  It had been a good year, so far.  Micah had

gotten away with many things that would have brought a sore

bottom if his father had still been alive.  Now he had to contend

with the paddle that was going to be wielded by Mrs. Carson.

   Micah had heard from other boys that Mrs. Carson didn't mete

out a spanking very often.  Micah had known this because he often

received extra work from her as a form of punishment.  It didn't

bother him.  He loved homework.  It was his hopes to someday

return to the East and become the headmaster of a school or

university.

   Mrs. Carson was a lovely young lady whose husband had also

died recently.  She had asked for and received permission to

return to being a schoolmarm as she had been before marriage. 

She had no children of her own, so she looked upon all of her

students as her sons and daughters.  She looked upon the paddle

as a last resort of punishment.  If extra work and good scoldings

did not work, then the only choice was a good solid thrashing.

   Mrs. Carson entered the tiny school building after making sure

that all of the children had been taken home by Mr. Reeves, a

kindly old gentleman who lent his services and carriage to the

school.

   "Micah, do you know why I've asked you to stay after school?"

   Micah sweated a little.  From other boys's stories, he knew

that Mrs. Carson, when she was forced to resort to the paddle,

made sure that the errant student never forgot the encounter.

   "Yes, ma'am.  I'm here to get the paddle."

   Mrs. Carson smiled inwardly.  She knew that the stories had

circulated.  Whatever the other boys had said, Micah probably

wasn't prepared for what was coming.  "That's correct.  I've

spoken to you, scolded you, and even given you extra work as

punishment.  Whatever is needed, it certainly isn't any of those. 

You constantly challenge my authority.  I will not stand for such

a disrespectful attitude and you receive a very quick adjustment. 

I realize that it has been hard on you this past year, what with

your father's passing and all, but that is no excuse for your

conduct.  I knew that I would have to paddle you today, so I

informed your mother of this yesterday at church."

   At these words, Carol Johnson walked into the classroom from

another door.  Micah's mouth dropped open.  He certainly hadn't

expected his mother to be present.

   "Micah," Mrs. Johnson said to her son, "I want you to know

that I am very disappointed in what Mrs. Carson has told me about

your conduct in school.  I have not only given her permission to

use the paddle, but I have told her exactly how I think this

should be handled."

   "Micah," Mrs. Carson said to the young man, "Please step up to

my desk."

   Micah trembled inside as he approached the desk.  He knew that

he would have to lean over it while Mrs. Carson hit her hardest

against the seat of his pants.  He did not relish the upcoming

event.  He stopped at the edge and lay himself across the top of

the desk.  His mother took a place on the other side of the desk

and planted her weight firmly upon his back.  There was no way he

could move.

   Mrs. Johnson looked at the teacher.  "Do it," she commanded

softly.

   At first, Micah expected the sting of the paddle, but he

wasn't at all prepared for what happened.  Mrs. Carson grabbed

the waistline of his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. 

He let out a flurry of protests and pleadings, but he got nowhere

as he felt his underpants join his trousers.

   Micah wanted to die right now.  Here he was, thirteen years

old and almost a man, solidly bent over a desk and his bare

bottom jutting out for Mrs. Carson and his mother to view.  He

was beyond mortification.  He was glad that all of the other

children had left and no one else could see his shame.

   WHACK!!!!!  The first crack of the paddle caught Micah by

surprise.  He wasn't prepared for the feeling.  It had been years

since his father had taken a switch him, and even then, it had

not been on the bare.  This was the first time that his virgin

skin had felt a piece of wood.  His butt stung badly.  He could

feel the fire beginning to build.  He knew that he was in for a

very painful session.

   WHACK!!!!!  The second blow landed just below the first one. 

It hurt even worse.  He bawled out a series of OW!s and tears

began to stream down his cheeks.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Carson could see the effects of the paddle

quite clearly.  She had asked the town coffin-maker to craft an

old frat-style paddle for her school.  The coffin-maker had gone

one better and drilled a series of holes into the hickory.  She

watched as the paddle struck Micah's unprotected bottom and

forced the skin through those holes.  This was only the second

time she had given a paddling on the bare.  The first was back

before she was married and teaching school in Illinois.  It was

some bratty girl who let her mouth open one too many times to

suit her teacher.  Mrs. Carson, then Miss Black, had asked

permission of the girl's parents to correct the young miss on her

bare backside.  The parents had fully endorsed the idea and so

Miss Black had given the girl a punishment that she never

forgot.  Never once after that did she have any more problems

with the girl.   Perhaps there was something to be said for

disciplining the naked bottom.

   WHACK!!!!!  Micah was crying freely now.  The pain was

intolerable and crying was the only release.  If only she would

stop.  Micah swore to himself never to talk back to the teacher

again as long as he lived.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Johnson squirmed a bit whenever she saw the

paddle smack against poor Micah's bare bottom.  It was no less

than the child deserved, but it was still painful to see her son

in such torment.  There was no help for it, however.  Micah had

needed this for a long time.  She knew her son was feeling very

repentant now, but there was much more spanks to be delivered

before his lesson was finished.  Mrs. Johnson did not relish what

was to come next, but she had agreed to do her part when the time

came.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Carson was getting a little tired now.  She

had been putting everything into each swing.  Young Micah was

definitely going to learn proper behavior from this incident. 

Mrs. Carson would see to it.

   WHACK!!!!!  That was the final one for Mrs. Carson.  She

placed the paddle on the desk and walked around to the other

side.  She grabbed the young man's shoulders and freed Mrs.

Johnson from her burden.

   Micah was grateful it was over.  He knew that his bottom was

going to make sitting an impossibility for the next day or so. 

He felt, however, that he had properly learned his lesson.

   WHACK!!!!!  The blow was unexpected.  It was much harder than

Mrs. Carson's.  Micah began a fresh series of cries and tears. 

He knew it was now his mother who was wielding the paddle.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Johnson felt tears begin to flow from her own

eyes.  She hated to do this to her son, but she knew that the

young man must be taught a very important lesson.  All of her

years helping out in her father's fields had given Carol Johnson

a very strong arm.  She knew that her spanks would be much more

painful and damaging than Mrs. Carson's, but there was no help

for it.  She had sworn that she would spank her child with all of

her might, so that was exactly was Micah was going to receive.

   WHACK!!!!!  Micah screamed in a shrill voice.  His butt was

completely engulfed in flames.  He saw spots before his eyes as

the pain overwhelmed him and chewed through his brain.  He

couldn't possibly take any more of this.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Johnson was crying as steadily as her son. 

It hurt her terribly to cause such pain to her only child, but he

needed to learn respect.  She could see where the blisters had

formed over his unprotected skin.  Quite a few had broken open

after being subjected to repeated strikes of the paddle.  Her son

wouldn't be able to sit for many days.  Life would be very hard

on him for the next week, but this lesson was too important to

let go with just a simple tap on the bottom.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Carson had to admire Micah's mother.  She was

doling out a spanking that would have made the toughest man cry. 

Even Mrs. Carson, who had insisted on the spanking, could feel

sorry for her young student.  This was going to leave a lasting

impression on that young man.

   WHACK!!!!!  Micah began to cough and choke on his tears.  His

butt was in a terrible amount of pain.  He sobbed in broken words

about how sorry he was and pleaded for an end to the spanking. 

His words were heard by sympathetic but insistent ears.

   WHACK!!!!!  Mrs. Carson had to turn her head from the scene. 

Micah's poor bottom looked like a battlefield.  Her eye caught a

movement at the window.  She focused on it and noticed that young

Miss Sarah Fields and Miss Maude Jenkins were watching the whole

affair.  Mrs. Carson could have sworn that both of those girls

were on Mr. Reeves's carriage when it had left.  They had

probably jumped off and circled back to watch the scene.  Well,

they would pay for their shameful spying.

   WHACK!!!!!  That was the final blow.  Mrs. Johnson saw Mrs.

Carson leap down from her position and run out the door.  She was

so relieved that this whole affair was at an end.  She grabbed

Micah and held him closely to her.  She tried to comfort him, but

she knew better than to touch his bottom.  It would be too

painful to the touch, particularly in view of the broken blisters

and the new ones that had formed.  She just held her son and

echoed his sobs.

   Mrs. Carson returned with two young girls in tow.  Mrs.

Johnson's first thought was to cover Micah's nakedness, but it

would have been too painful for Micah to have his pants pulled

back over his damaged bottom.

   "What's the meaning of this?  I thought you said that this was

to be a private affair."  Mrs. Johnson was outraged.  Mrs. Carson

had broken her word and allowed students to witness this.

   "These two young ladies are uninvited guests.  I, myself,

personally put them on the carriage headed for town.  They saw

fit to jump off of it and come back to watch the proceedings.  I

hope they got a splendid view of the paddling because then they

should know what to expect."

   Both girls broke into a series of protests, but Mrs. Carson

silenced them.  She told Sarah Fields to sit at her desk and stay

still.  If she tried to run, then tomorrow she would receive her

spanking in front of the entire class.

   Mrs. Johnson told Micah to go over and stand by the door.  She

pulled his pants off of his legs and told him to cover his

privates.  When she turned back, Mrs. Carson had already wrestled

Maude Jenkins into position over the desk and had the girl's

skirt flipped up and over her back.  Mrs. Johnson set a firm eye

on the young girl.  It was shameful to think that this strumpet

had been spying on her son's nudity.  Well, Micah would a good

view of the feminine form before long.  It would be time for a

serious and quite embarrassing discussion when they arrived back

home.  Mrs. Johnson quickly undid the girl's bloomers and watched

them slide to the floor.  Mrs. Carson informed the young woman

that since she had enjoyed Micah's punishment so much, then she

should receive exactly what Micah had been given.

   Mrs. Johnson smiled tightly and drew back her arm.  She knew

that unlike Micah's spanking, these next two paddlings were going

to be very enjoyable indeed.

   WHACK!!!!!