by Grace Brackenridge
Fifteen-year-old Jena Bridges kicks and squirms as Jerome's little red paddle connects with the seat of her baggy white cotton panties.
She tries not to cry, but spankings are spankings. And spankings being what they are, eventually the spanker always wins.
"Wha-aaa-aah-ahh-hhh-hhH-hHH-HHH!"
With the outbreak of tears, her stepfather stops punishing Jena - if only for a moment.
Weeping, Jena stands to remove her baggy cotton panties.
Underneath, she wears full but snug green satin panties.
With regard to the pain associated with corporal punishment, satin is a better conductor and cotton is a better buffer or insulator from the electricity of spanking pain sparks.
Think of spanking as communication. The paddle communicates a message from the paddle blade to the buttocks, then up the spinal chord and into the brain, arriving with some degree of clarity.
From paddle to brain, unfortunately, various forms of interference can mute, compress, and distort the original message.
Thus, a spanking on full white cotton panties worn over full green satin panties distorts the fidelity of the original message. The multiple panties buffer and mute the original message from the paddle, reducing message clarity, once it finally explodes in the spankee's brain.
However, the ritual of receiving a spanking, removing a pair of panties, and lying back down for more spanking enriches the experience for everyone. As her bottom is exposed more directly to the sting-burn-ache of the paddle, the greater her shame for exposing her feminine parts to Jerome.
Her surrender is very real with regard to physical contact in the context of inflicting pain. Her surrender is only symbolic in the more sexual aspects of spanking a 16-year-old girl as she removes her panties for you.
As long as Jena is submitting to pain, it's okay. But at 16 years, Jena can't ignore her body's physiological reaction to abject fear. After all, Jerome is a hard, hard spanker - without any of the extras tacked on.
But the ritual with the panties is as obvious to the 16-year-old as they are to Jerome.
This is the part of her spankings that disturb Jena so much. Jerome has never done anything bad to Jena before, during, or after a spanking. And on more than one occasion, Jena has squirmed around on Jerome's lap while he spanks, hoping or fearing she might discover an erection.
Jena hasn't bumped into an erection so far. But theorizing that Jerome might wear tight briefs to her spankings, the stepdaughter searches his underpants drawer.
Sure enough! Jena finds two pair of white cotton Fruit of the Loom briefs. They match the other Fruit of the Loom briefs in every respect, except one. They are two sizes smaller than the rest.
So while Jena is nervously dressing for her spanking by putting on the proper panties, what is Jerome doing? Perhaps Jerome has special spanking panties of his own.
My God!
What if Jerome is wearing Mommy's blue satin panties under his extra tight Fruit of the Loom briefs?
How deep does Jerome's spanking kink go?
Jena tries to stay focused on her theorizing as she lies down. Now her stepdad can paddle against snug satin for a change.
Bolts of electrical pain shoot up Jena's spinal chord, exploding in her brain with jarring clarity. This clarity is due to the superior conductivity of satin panties, stretched tight. High fidelity, 95% conductivity.
Jena is still sobbing severely when Jerome orders her back to her feet. Stumbling, she removes her green satin panties.
Jena reveals black satin thong panties underneath. Jerome forbids Jena to wear them except during a spanking. The sight of those black thongs, commingled with her other underwear, makes Jena cringe, even when she isn't getting ready for a spanking.
Thongs offer no spanking protection at all. Very high fidelity, 100% conductivity.
Thus, Jerome finishes Jena's punishment with what is - for all intents and purposes - a bare-bottom spanking.
As Jena's body shudders from the pain of wood against bare skin, she flashes backwards in time...
Back to the bare-bottom spankings her real daddy gave her - back when she was six or seven...
As with her panties, her paddling is peeling back the years - back when our maturing teen with her shapely, maturing bottom possessed just a tiny, androgynous tushy for her real daddy to punish.
But in that moment of bodily detachment - a primitive psychological escape from something too horrible to endure directly - when Jena hovers overhead, like a spirit, looking down at her own suffering body, her bruised and battered buttocks.
Jena will show bruising tomorrow. Because Jerome coaches football at Jena's high school, he can put the kybosh on any murmurs of child abuse from his junior female faculty in the PE Department, a unit that Jerome runs like a Marine sergeant would.
Which, in fact, he is. Jerome served his country honorably in Iraq and Afghanistan, where the Taliban captured and tortured him briefly. Jena sometimes wonders if maybe some of the sick shit that Jerome puts into her spankings is a result of torture and PTSD?
Afterwards, Jena sobs like a girl half her age, first in the spanking position and then while sitting on Jerome's lap. At times like this, Jena doesn't care anymore about why her stepdad spanks her so much. Worry is for insecure teenagers.
But in this moment of surrender, basking in the relief of the endorphins triggered by the punishment itself, Jena feels like a little 6-year-old again. Free from worries. Free from cares.
And good? For Jena, there is no other time like the time after a good, hard, long bare-bottom spanking to make her feel like a good girl again.
Because Jena did a bad thing.
A very bad thing.
Mr. Conklin is the principal where Jerome works and where Jena attends.
One day, Mr. Conklin keeps Jena after school.
Authorities found a pack of cigarettes in Jena's locker, as part of a general locker sweep, looking for drugs and alcohol. Jena explains that she's keeping them for a friend (true). Jena swears to Jesus Christ that she has never smoked a cigarette herself (also true). The principal tells Jena that she will not be punished if she squeals on her friend, the one to whom the cigarettes belong. Weeping, Jena says she can't do that.
"What happens next, Mr. Conklin? A paddling?"
A paddling from Mr. Conklin she can certainly handle.
"Yes, from me and from your stepfather. And that's here at school. We may call a brief assembly and give you a joint paddling in front of the entire student body. That would be your way of saying you're truly sorry. Yes, you will feel humiliated. Ashamed. But if that keeps just one student here at Centerville High from not smoking cigarettes, your sacrifice, Jena, will be worth it."
Mr. Conklin leers at Jena. "What your stepfather does to you when he gets you home is none of my concern. I think paddling you twice before the entire student body is just a warm-up for what your stepdad will dish out when he gets you home. Regarding tobacco, your stepfather is into clean living."
"Yeah, except when he gets drunk. And mean."
"I'm warning you, Jena. There are some unwritten rules here at school and at home. Values that me and your stepfather learned as Marines. We believe punishment ought to hurt. And punishment ought to shame."
Mr. Conklin looks a lot like her stepdad, Jerome. Both were Marines before they were P.E. coaches. Mr. Conklin is the school principal now, because he's ten years older than Jerome. Someday Jerome will be principal.
Jena knows all this.
"What are my other choices, Mr. Conklin?"
"What makes you think there are any other choices, Jena?"
"Because my stepdad is a P.E. coach. He talks a lot when he's drunk. So I know I have other choices. What are they?"
Mr. Conklin makes a suggestion.
"No, sir. That's a felony in all 50 states. What else would you like?"
Jena knew it would eventually come down to this. All she had to do was keep saying no. But as it turns out, this is Mr. Conklin's second suggestion anyway.
Mr. Conklin wasn't bad looking for an older guy, if you like that square-jaw Marine profile.
And besides, Jena had already done it once with - or for - a guy on the basketball team.
But afterwards, Jena realizes she has done a terrible thing.
Oh God! Oh God! She should have taken the double paddling in front of the entire Centerville High student body.
Jena still feels good that she never betrayed her best friend, Ashley Anderson.
"How did he punish you?" Ashley asked later. "Everybody knows he kept you after school. Everybody wants the story, Jena. This thing is bigger than you."
"Okay," Jena says thoughtfully. "I will agree with this story. I told Mr. Conklin that I was keeping the cigarettes for a friend. I refused to snitch on my friend. Out of the goodness of his heart, he asked me what punishment I thought I deserved. So I said a good, hard spanking over your lap. That's how my stepdad Jerome spanks me."
"Did he pull your panties down? Did Mr. Conklin spank you right on your bare bottom?"
"Let me think about that... No, he spanked me right on my panties. And it was I who pulled up my skirt, because that's how I'm used to spankings. The whole spanking thing was my idea. And Mr. Conklin conducted himself in a professional manner. That should be the end of that."
And it pretty much was.
The gossip types talked about it for about a week. Some thought Jena's father should punish her further.
Others were uncomfortable that Mr. Conklin violated several requirements for legal administration of corporal punishment by school authorities on pupils.
Still others said that, as a former Marine, they trusted Mr. Conklin to make the right decisions on the ground, in the trenches of public high school education in an upscale community.
In the past, principals at Centerville High mostly administered corporal punishment on the boys. Under Mr. Conklin's leadership, the administration added more categories of student misconduct to the 'eligible' list for corporal punishment.
As a result, last year Mr. Conklin or a female P.E. coach administered 42% of the paddlings at Centerville High to girls. He's pushing for full parity during this academic year.
Jena's rather unconventional spanking, behind the principal's desk and over his lap, was simply part of Mr. Conklin's objective to have administered 50% of paddlings and spankings to girls this year.
Nobody ever addressed these issues publically. However, it's certainly no accident that the leaders of the anti-smoking campaign picked Jena as the poster child for the Centerville anti-smoking campaign.
"Oh yes," the good people of Centerville would whisper to each other. "That's the girl who got spanked on her panties behind the principal's desk and over his lap!"
Each emphasized word or phrase hinted at some unspecified scandal - long after forgetting the context.
But when word got out that Mr. Conklin and Jena's stepdad were former Marines and close friends, nobody cared anymore.
The story now had a natural ending to it.
Nobody ever discovered Jena's true punishment.
When he tucks her in, Jena says, "Thank you, Daddy."
Yes, Jena always thanked her real daddy.
And with her bottom throbbing - just like in the days of yesteryear - Jena treats her stepdaddy like the real thing.
"You're welcome, Jena," says her stepfather, who knows her demon.
The stepfather who feeds on it.
And Jena knows that Jerome must never find out about Jena's real punishment.
Behind the principal's desk, the spanking on her panties was an afterthought.
Jena's afterthought.
Mr. Conklin showed Jena no mercy. Her bottom needed to show that it paid dearly for an exchange of staggering magnitude. This one spanking needed to 'pay for' the double spanking with paddles before the entire student body.
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