by Frank Martinet
Technically I'm not supposed to do it, of course. Paddlings are permitted, but bare bottom paddlings are allowed only with parental permission and/or supervision. In the old days bare paddlings were the standard, of course, but society's a lot more litigious these days, even at a private parochial school in the Bible Belt. So paddling is still in, but raising skirts and lowering panties is out.
The trick, I discovered, is that almost all students who attend a school like ours come from a home which tends to favor and practice corporal punishment. What that means is that every paddling I dish out at school is repeated at home: some use a leather belt, some send the kid out to cut a switch, while others put their misbehaving daughter over their lap for an old fashioned hairbrush spanking. The bottom line is a school paddling always results in a double-spanking, and for reasons that remain a mystery, naughty boys and girls seem not to like that.
I hit upon this a few years ago when the lovely Haley found her way into my office. She was a dark-haired girl of just eighteen with an intriguing body. She was blossoming in all the right places, with ripe breasts and broad hips, but still petite and rather gangly. She hadn't quite grown into her face yet, but I saw real beauty there. In college, she'd be a hottie. For now, she was a little awkward, which made her interesting.
"Please, Mr. Clayton," she begged. "I'll take the paddling, I know I deserve it for ditching class, but please don't tell my folks."
"I'm sorry, Haley, but you know I've got no choice in the matter. All corporal punishments must be reported to parents or guardian."
"I'll take extra licks! You can paddle me double, if you want. Just don't tell."
Of course, I knew most parents supplemented my discipline with their own, but I foolishly hadn't realized the potential of such knowledge. I assumed that sweet Haley's folks must be very strict and the whipping she got at home paled in comparison to the handful of swats I was permitted to dole out at school.
"Sorry," I said, shrugging as I took down the long brown 'board of education' from its mount on the wall. It would have been wonderful to give the pretty brat a good sixteen licks, but my hands were tied by regulations. Then Haley said something that changed everything.
"Please, sir!" She was frantic, chewing on her lower lip and dancing in place as though she had an urgent need to pee. "I'll... you can spank me bare, sir!"
Now that got my attention. Double swats was nice, but bare bottom was far more tempting. It was out of the question, of course, yet I couldn't help but toy with the idea.
"What do you mean?" I said, as though I was unfamiliar with the concept of bare spanking.
"I'm punished nude at home, sir," she said softly, dropping her eyes to the floor. "I know that's not normal here at school, but I'd be okay with it... if you don't tell my parents I was spanked."
"Are your home punishments really that bad?"
Haley winced and gave a brief nod. "Yes sir. I'll get the belt and it's never less than twice my age. It might even be more than that. Mom might even spank me with a hairbrush before Daddy gets home. I'll have to wait in the corner naked, until he's there to whip me. He sometimes works late, so I could be there a long time and I hate waiting for it."
This was spoken with such utter misery that I knew she was sincere in her plea. She really would rather have me spank her naked without her parents knowing than get punished again by them. That made the offer even more tempting, but my first thought was that I didn't dare, because if her parents found out...
That's when it hit me. Why would her parents find out? That was the last thing in the world Haley wanted! She certainly wasn't going to broadcast that she got paddled. She'd take the secret to her grave. It was perfect.
I scratched my beard for a moment, then muttered, "Hmmm. A double spanking on the bare and no parental notification? That seems like a fair compromise. You'd certainly get a good punishment out of it. Probably not as bad as you'd get a home, but sound enough for what you did. It's an interesting idea."
Of course, Haley probably hadn't meant both double swats and nudity, but it was a convenient misunderstanding on my part. She was caught, and could only pretend that's what she meant. She had to nod eagerly and beg for it to push me over the threshold. With simulated reluctance, I finally agreed.
Now the truth is that I did not become the principal of a small Christian school because of the high pay. Nor did I stumble into the position by accident. The idea actually occurred to me back in high school. I attended a public school that had recently banned paddling. It was somewhat controversial, meaning that the topic was widely discussed among both teachers and students. I was at an awkward age where I found girls fascinating, but impossibly intimidating. Part of my problem was that I had a secret fantasy that I'd told no one about: I wanted to spank girls.
Now if asking a girl out on a regular date was too awkward for me, can you imagine how it would feel to ask a girl if you could slap her bare butt rosy red?
Naturally I never even tried such a thing, though I daydreamed about it constantly. I had a whole list of girls in my school with the best bottoms, and the school's paddling controversy inflamed me into making up elaborate stories of certain naughty victims being sent to the principal's office for paddling.
I knew these stories were pure fiction, but I still enjoyed the dream. One day I heard two boys talking about paddling. They were referring not to our public school, but a private school where corporal punishment was still permitted. I marveled at that. I had assumed it was banned everywhere, not realizing that some schools still did it. That really sparked my fantasies.
In my dreams I became the principal of a private school and had a steady dose of naughty young girls sent to me, all chastened and somber, for their paddlings. It was pure heaven.
At some point it occurred to me that this fantasy didn't have to remain just that: why couldn't I make it real? I could become a principal myself and really be allowed to spank naughty girls.
I knew nothing about what it entailed to become a principal of a school, but some time in the library prepped me with an appropriate academic plan. I began to study like mad, reading every book I could find on the education process. I studied the theories behind various teaching methods, business administration, politics, and so much more. I went to college and eventually graduated with a master's in education, and I got my teaching certificate and taught at several schools. I did a year in a public middle school before I managed to find a position at a private institution. I worked there for two years, but I knew that school didn't have any long-term possibilities as they didn't paddle.
I moved from there to another school into an administration position. It was low-level and the pay was less than even what I'd made as a teacher, but I didn't care. I was motivated. I worked my way up to vice-principal, and eventually ended up at the school where I now rule. So while I pretended to find Haley's unusual proposal less than convincing, inside I was doing cartwheels. It literally was the culmination of a life-long quest.
Our bargain struck, sweet little Haley went to a corner of the room and stripped off every stitch of clothing. She was delectable. Her youthful body was in the middle of a growth spurt with awkward parts everywhere. Her legs were thin and gangly, making her middle look thick. She had big hips and a bigger bottom, and her waist was a little plump, but it was all baby fat she was in the process of losing as she developed. I thought she was adorable, especially that prominent butt. It was tall and wide, with a decent amount of bulge. Not a bubble butt, but still one sweet ass. The skin was flawlessly smooth and tight, yet there was a lovely jiggle as she moved.
She was a little shy once naked, blushing as she marched toward my desk with both hands covering her crotch. This left her tits bare, huddled between her elbows, a picture I'll remember until my dying day. She obediently leaned across the table with her fingers grasping the far end. The position, especially after I separated her legs and encouraged her up onto tiptoes, really presented that magnificent bottom. The cheeks spread broadly, widening so that the crease between the mounds opened slightly and the two rounds were independently displayed. I could see everything between her legs, of course, for she wasn't well-furred.
Everything about this excited me beyond measure. I loved everything: the nudity of the girl, her clear apprehension, the drama of the punishment about to be applied, and the tense atmosphere that crackled with electricity. It was as though the whole were greater than the sum of its parts. Any one of those things would have been thrilling on its own, but together the combination was unbeatable. It was well worth all those years of study and a decade of laboring my way up the administrative ladder to reach my current position of authority just for this moment of bliss.
The school paddle we use is a standard five-by-eighteen slab of pine. It's three-eights of an inch thick, which is modest for a punishment implement. Over clothing such a thin board takes a vigorous swat to make much of an impression, but on bare skin it stings wonderfully. That certainly proved to be the case as I tested its bare-bottom effectiveness on Haley.
She bore it well, which wasn't much of a surprise considering her strict upbringing, but it was definitely more of a test than when I'd paddled her over skirt or pants in the past. This time she gasped a lot, moaned, and wiggled her hips. She didn't put her hands back or try and escape - those actions merit extra swats and she was already getting plenty.
I went slowly at first, mostly because I wanted to really enjoy this wonderful experience. I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance again, so I wanted to get the most out of it. I suppose I gave her a swat a minute for the first six, then two in a minute for the final two, nice and extra-hard. Then I let her rest for a few minutes while I got ready for the second half of her double-spanking. I went faster for that set, giving her a sharp lick every twenty or thirty seconds. I varied it a little, to keep her on her toes - literally, since I insisted she stay up on tiptoe.
She squirmed a lot and cried a little. Her butt sure got red! It was wonderful. Normally I operated blind, not being able to see just what my pine board had done. This time I got to see the pink blotch left by the wood and watch it change to magenta, scarlet, crimson, and burgundy. I was careful to move the impact points around a little so that every inch of Haley's butt got nice and hot.
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