Subject: RL 20 Revised from Scotsdale (M/f M/m F/f)
From: arizona406@aol.com (Arizona406)
Date: 15 May 1996 05:43:55 -0400
No warning... you should know better if it isn't what you like. School spanking by principal and teacher to girls and boys. Mostly girls.
I couldn't wait. Sorry... get me Wednesday for this maybe.
I revised this one... what do you thinK? Good, bad. Bad as in good? Be sure to read it all cause the major change and add is in the middle.
As I have said in the past or maybe I haven't. Could be I haven't said. OK, I will say now. I went through grade school with the same kids. Oh sure... from time to time a kid would move out and one would move back in. But it was few. The main body of the class stayed the same. All together there were about 30 kids. I would say about eight were from my neighborhood and the rest come from a couple of blocks away. But we all knew each other. That was nice. And then that wasn't so nice too. Cause there was an awful lot of tattling going on. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if most of these kids ended up as reporters. They certainly had the experience.
There were some feuds going on in the class. This is the fifth grade I am talking about here. I know some of you want me talking about my teenager years. But I have to tell you things as they come. And this one comes to me. It will eventually lead to later, so bare with me on this. This is Mrs. O'Neal's class. She is one who does not give anything for free. Hardly smiles, unless it is the smile of death. Didn't think of it like that before, but that would describe her pretty good. But you would never tell her that is what you were thinking. Or your parents either. Not good at all. Besides, just goofing off what was the main form of entertainment in my school, at least my class was the art of getting someone else into trouble. I was no different, but sometimes it was fun to just sit back and see what happens. Remember the feuding I mentioned? Well one of them was between a kid named Mike and a girl named Judy. Judy was kind of OK. I think what the problem is she had a crush on Mike but didn't know how to say it to him. So most of the time she just made up excuses to clobber him. The poor kid didn't know what to make of it. But he didn't sit back and take it either. He would clobber her back. But not as hard. I think he didn't want to hurt a girl. A real night in gray armor. If it was shinny he wouldn't have hit her at all, right? Right. He was OK. Not a trouble maker. Sometimes just when you thought he was a wimpy guy he exploded.
Like one time on the school play ground. A major rule on the playground was no fighting. No fighting period. No matter who starts it both parties or all parties get addled. No questions' asked. Say, you want to guess what the girls favorite activity was? It was to get two boys to fight over her. Great fun. The principal would take both kids into the boys bathroom and paddle them. Everyone on the playground could hear them getting smacked and their crying through the open windows. Then when they came outside again all flushed and denying they got paddled everyone started taunting them. Specially the girl who they were fighting over. These dumb boys never caught-on that they were had.
But back on task. So like I was saying, when you thought that Mike was this wimp is what I was talking about. Some of the kids would tease him. Pushing him, taunting him to fight. But I think he was not wanting to wind up in the boys bathroom. Not such a dumb boy. But they had finally pushed him up against the fence. No longer anywhere to go. So just when the biggest one was about to hit Mike's head into the fence all hell brakes lose. Like superman or something. Mike drops down in some kind of dance pose and wham.... he clobbers this kid three times just above his belt then leans back against the fence for a brace and kicks him in the chest. Sending him back on his butt. Mike was ready for more. But the big kid's buddies backed down quickly. But it was too late for Mike. The principal hauled him and the big kid and two of his buddies into the boys bathroom. But Mike was cool. I have to say. But he was as teary eyed as the others. I was sorry for him, everyone knew what happened except for the stupid teachers. They never know what is going on. You could hear that paddle smacking those bare butts right through the open window. The loudest was Gary, the big kid. There is no disguising his voice at all. And further there was never any doubt that it was with pants down. You just can tell that fleshy sound anywhere.
Girls were never spared spankings either. I don't know what led to this, but one time as I was in the girls bathroom going pee the principle came stomping in with two girls in tow. He scolded and shook both girls about acting like ladies not roughens. I was peeking slightly through the cubical door from my potty room. It was Linda and Carol. They both were in my class and not only that they were sisters. The principle sat down on a bench just under the window and pulled Linda over his lap. She was wearing a cute pink dress that day. And when she was pulled over his lap it naturally rose showing her white cotton panties. That was no bother to the principle. He pushed the dress out of the way and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her bottom was so cute and pale white. But business was at hand and the principle smacked that white bottom hard with the paddle he had for such occasions. Linda jumped as best she could. In an instant before the second smack landed Linda was screaming for her life. Kicking and squirming. Smack came the second spank as hard as the first. The echo through the bathroom sent shivers through me. Carol was crying just thinking that this treatment was what she would soon be receiving. The spanks just came one after another. No relief. Pretty soon Linda bottom was a nice solid shade of red. Her legs kicked up and down and side to side. Sometimes she actually looked like she thought she could swim off his lap. Sometimes the legs spread apart and other times they kicked freely up and down. But at all times they were moving briskly. There was no relief for Linda.... another smack landed and echoed through the room. For a time the principle waited for the echo to die and then landed another sold smack. Only the echo from Linda’s crying never died down. Then when the principal was nearing the end he picked up the pace and spanked Linda rapidly. This caused her to start bucking and squirming in every direction all at once.
Then as quick as can be he jerked Linda onto her feet where she stated hoping about rubbing her bottom. He jerked Carol over his lap now.
Up came her dress and down came her cotton panties. Carol didn't even wait for that first spank. She started kicking and squirming to get away.
Smack came the first spank and she just froze for a split second. Legs shot out straight, back arched. Then came a screaming cry from her. Smack, smack came two more right in the middle of her bare bottom. And following a shower of spanks that traveled all over her now shading bottom. Carol was pleading that she had enough. That she would never be naughty again. The principal took this all in as he continued spanking her. Her bottom started in a rhythm and as it rose up, involuntarily, that awful paddle came down to smack her butt good. Sometimes the spanks came so fast that the echo in the bathroom were overlapping each other. Carol by far got the worst spanking. I don't know if she started the fight or what, but she got spanked more and lots longer than Linda.
While all this was going on Linda was pulling up her panties. As she bent over I could plainly see the slight crease where paddle could not reach. Linda was not paying any attention to the spanking her sister was getting. She just wanted to cover her self and get out of there. After she got her clothes back in their place she stood against the wall and watched her sister get spanked. She was still sniffling and crying as hard as ever. Rubbing her bottom as fast as the principal was delivering spanks to her sister. It was quite a sight.
I was feeling very fearful while watching all this. I was afraid that if I was discovered that the principal would just spank me for being there. So I quietly closed the door and hoped for the best. A few minutes later Carol’s spanking was over. She was crying so loudly that I couldn't hear Linda's crying. But I knew she was a sorry girl as much as her sister. The principal gave Carol a few minutes to pull her panties up and straighten her dress. Then he sent both girls back out on to the playground. They had to stand next to the wall until recess was over. They were on display as is every kid that has to take a trip to the bathroom with the principal.
So girls at my school did not get off easy as some of the boys might think. And besides we can take it as good as they can. They really are jerks at times. The boys that is. They never want to admit that the spanking hurt. Well, Linda and Carol cried and rubbed their bottoms until recess was over that day. They couldn't help it. I wonder if it isn't the girls that get the hardest spankings. I never see the boys rub or cry like the girls. I know what it feels like. I have gotten my share and believe me when I say it stings like hell.
There always seems to be some kind of feud going on between someone in my class. Mike had this thing with Judy. He never seems to look for it, but it finds him. No real problem there. One day, during the end of the school year. I am sure the teacher
is getting dragged and just wants some piece. But there was no relief in this class. We were all teamed up with a art partner. And low and behold Judy is in heaven here. Mike is her partner. Mike is in hell. Cause Judy is his partner. Get the idea. It is a one way street here in this like-dislike partnership. But Mike does his thing. I personally also felt he was cute, but I never made a move back then. I just watched.
In our school the kids had to dress nicely. Girls either had to wear jumpers or dresses. And the boys had to wear nice pants. No one could wear shorts. If anyone wore jeans they had to be nice looking. No wholes in the knees were aloud. If you did you were sent home. I don’t know all the clothe rules. But if you broke a clothes rule you had to go home and change. And if you missed something that was a demerit. And so many demerit could get you sent to the Principal’s office which could get you bent over. Not good.
Well things were pretty quite during art until one of the trouble makers, Richie, is on his way back to his desk and when he thinks no one is looking he jabs Judy in the ribs hard. And makes it back to his desk. Judy just comes up holding her side, but not crying or anything. When she discovers that no one is paying attention to her she gets mad in the face. It is very quite as kids are all busy with their art project. Mike saw Richie clobber Judy. And he is about to react. Would have loved to see what would have happened. But Judy beat him to the punch. Only problem was Judy thought Mike did it. Now how could she have thought that? He never hit anyone first. Not during his whole time that I knew him. Never. Anyway, Judy smacks Mike right across the face. A big old red spot developed. I was shocked. I wanted to race over to him.
The whole class heard the loud smack as it echoed throughout the room. Mrs. O'Neal had turned to the class just in time to see Judy deliver it. And Mike was as close to tears as anyone could be without crying. I don't know how he was able to control himself. Judy jumps up and says that Mike hit her in the ribs. Her light blue and white checked dress bouncing as Judy jumps up and down to make the point. And Mike jumps up and says he didn't. But Mrs. O'Neal is mad as hell and grabs Judy by the arm and hauls her up to the front of the room. She gives her a hard shacking while scolding her for slapping Mike. Shacking her back and forth so much that Judy’s dress lifts up to give the boys a look-see at her panties. One kid starts to sing “I see London, I see Paris. I see....” But stopped at the cold stair he got from Mrs. O’Neal.
Then in a moment of I don't know what, Mrs. O'Neal sits down and jerks Judy over her lap. In an instant the class is shown Judy's pale while bottom. It only takes one second for Judy to realize that she is about to get spanked right in front of the class. I have seen my friends get spanked, but not in front of the whole class. This was really exciting. The first smack landed right square in the middle of Judy's bottom. It sent her into instant wiggling. Smack after smack landed on all parts of that pale white bare bottom. Everyone in that classroom was squirming at seeing this spanking. There have been kids spanked before, but not in front of everyone. Each of us I am sure was thinking that it could be us up there.
Judy was pleading for the teacher to stop, that she was sorry. Mrs. O'Neal landed a hard smack on the left cheek. This would cause Judy to whip her bottom away to avoid another in the same spot. The next smack
caught Judy's other cheek and she would whip her bottom the other way. During all this wiggling, Judy was giving the class a showing of just about everything she had to offer. At first Judy was trying to hide herself the best she could. But by the third smack she was only trying to
lesson the hard spanking. I think Mike felt justice was served. But Mrs. O'Neal was not finished. She was making poor Judy pay in full for slapping someone in her class. By this time Judy was wiggling this way and crying loud enough that the whole school could surely hear. The kicking she was doing was totally out of control. Her bottom must have been so hot. It was a deep red from the top of her bottom, where the crease parts to just above her legs where bottom starts. It was a nice shape of crimson.
Mrs. O'Neal slowed the spanking down to fall in line with her scolding now only Judy but the whole class. Each sentence was dotted with a hard smack. And sent Judy into a fury of kicking and crying. The final smack was landed and Judy was jerked to her feet. Her panties were pulled up and she was shoved into a corner to stand until lunch. Judy was rubbing her bottom on the way to the corner as fast as any of us ever did.
And we all have felt like Judy feels. Maybe not in school but at home. I can't remember a single kid not knowing what a bottom burning spanking felt like. There wasn't a single kid that did not know what Judy felt. But then again there wasn't anyone that really felt sorry for Judy. She often would bully other girls on the play ground. Not so much as a full fledge bully, but just not knowing how to ask anyone for anything.
Mrs. O'Neal was my favorite teacher. The main reason was she was so fair. After spanking Judy she commanded the class was not to make fun of her. Anyone caught doing so would get the same as Judy got. Only with the paddle. There would be no sitting, guaranteed. And then our parents would be called. Well, no one even dared look in her direction. Except for Mike. I couldn't tell if he was glad or sorry for Judy. But inside of me said he felt sorry for her. He was such a nice boy. I wish I had been a better friend. But when we got to middle school I can’t remember ever seeing him until high school. We seem to be on opposite sides of the school all the time.
MaryJo