by Frank Limadere
Nurse Barbara 'Barbie' Whiteside dabbed some disinfectant on the graze on the boy's knee and gave him an encouraging smile when he winced at the sting from the liquid. Then she gently and professionally applied a band-aid over the wound and gave it a kiss. "There we are," she told him, "good as new. I'll just write you a note for your teacher and you can go back to class."
Once the boy was gone Barbara sat down with a sigh, and had just considered making herself a cup of coffee when there was a soft knock at the infirmary door. The students at Hillview High only knocked like that for one reason. Barbara would be willing to bet a weeks pay that the student on the other side of that door would be in possession of a signed red punishment slip, or as the kids tended to call them a 'paddle paper'.
Hillview High School was partially self-funded and partially government-funded. Due to pressure from a powerful and vocal anti corporal punishment lobby the government had banned corporal punishment from all the schools that they funded. Some of the fee paying schools that were entirely self-funded had retained the practice, because they were only accountable to their board of governors and the parents of their students. Hillview had always been an advocate of corporal punishment for disobedient students; they had made concessions over the years to removing the ability to dispense corporal punishment from teachers and giving it only to the principal. This had scaled back the number of students being paddled, because the headmaster had other duties and could not be expected to whack the behind of every misbehaving kid for minor infractions that were just as well dealt with using detentions and other punitive methods.
That was when the paddle papers were brought in. The teacher would write out the slip and send the unfortunate miscreant to the headmaster's office. His secretary would assess it and if she felt it was warranted would send the student to the principal who would then administer as many swats from his 'board of education' as he felt was appropriate. The system worked well, but as the headmaster was a paid government official, when the word came down that the practice was to be stopped, it had to cease.
The parents of the school's students were not comfortable with something that had always worked well being simply discontinued, but short of becoming a completely fee funded school there did not seem to be an alternative. At a meeting of the parent teacher association one of the parents floated the idea of handing the duty of punishing the students over to the school nurse, and as she was entirely funded by the parents and not the government or the school board then there was nothing anyone outside of Hillview High could do about it.
The idea had been well received. It had a lot to do with the fact that Barbara Whiteside was the school nurse. Barbara was a fully qualified nurse who had recently left a local private hospital and taken on the position of school nurse, she was also a mother and had children who attended Hillview High School, best of all she was very pro corporal punishment. She had given her full support to the motion and it had been passed.
That had been nearly a year ago and people had to admit that it worked better than any other system. The set-up had not changed a lot. The teacher issued the slip containing their name, the name of the student and the offence. The student then took this to the principal, he would assess it and if he was not available then his secretary performed the duty, once it was authorised then the unfortunate child took the document to Barbara and she administered whatever punishment she felt appropriate. What had altered with Barbie, as she was known to her friends, was the punishments and how they were administered. Principal Oldman had always used his board of education paddle across the underpants of a student bent over his desk. Barbara always bared the bottoms of the student and spanked them with her hand over her starched white lap. The hand spanking was generally a warm up, she preferred the over the knee position. She was a strong lady who played tennis weekly, swam and jogged regularly and also worked out on the Stairmaster every other day.
She had no trouble holding the senior students over her lap for their warm up. She did not just use the one implement either. Generally junior students received a wooden spoon or a school ruler over their backsides following the hand spanking. Middle schoolers could expect the hairbrush or a small paddle. She had a full sized school paddle for the seniors, which was also augmented by a razor strop, although depending on how she felt or what they had done, the seniors often got a taste of the hairbrush instead of those implements. There was also a cane, but Barbara did not like using it; she had only ever given it once, and although she never wished to administer it again, if faced with the same choice as in that case - expulsion or the cane - she would give the student six of the best over their bent over bare rump again.
Barbara opened the door and was confronted with a tall, slender boy with straw-coloured hair. As the nurse had assumed, the young man in front of her was clutching a red punishment slip in a trembling hand. Although Barbara had fully expected to see a student reporting for a bottom warming on the other side of the door, she had not been expecting a senior, which this boy was, nor was she expecting it to be Adam Stanton. Barbara's eldest son was one of Adam's best friends so as a result she knew the boy well. The two boys had regular visits and sleepovers at each other's houses. Barbara was known to Adam outside of school as Aunt Barbara or Aunty Barb. Adam had been subject to spankings from Barbara if he misbehaved at her house, just as her son would be spanked by Adam's mother if he broke the rules at the Stanton's. If Barbara said that she was not both surprised and disappointed by Adam's appearance at her door she would be lying.
"Adam," she greeted the senior, her lips pursing, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Miss Marbrand," the boy said hesitantly holding out the paddle paper, "said to give you this."
Barbara accepted the slip and ushered Adam into the room and motioned him into a vacant chair. She felt like saying 'While you can still sit.' And she would have dearly loved to have propelled him into the seat with a firm smack to the seat of his snug blue jeans. However, she had to give the boy a fair hearing and that would require first reading the punishment slip and seeing why he had been sent and whether in fact it was something that required punishment, although the approved stamp by the headmaster's secretary indicated that she believed it was indeed serious enough to earn even a senior student a one way ticket to red bottom land. The naming of Sarah Marbrand as the reporting teacher also led Barbara to believe without looking at the slip that Adam was going to be spanked good and proper. Sarah Marbrand, while one of the faculties younger teachers, was not the sort of person to make a frivolous report. If she thought Adam needed paddling, then it was very likely that he would soon be performing the over the knee crawl.
Adam stood by nervously and watched as the nurse read the slip. His expression became more worried when her jaw tightened and her lips pursed. Adam closed his blue eyes and took a deep breath. When Barbara faced the boy again her face was flushed and her eyes were blazing angrily.
"I am very, very disappointed in you, young man," she told Adam.
The teenager felt his cheeks catch fire and tears of shame pricked his eyes. He had been nervous about the hot stinging backside that he knew with a gloomy certainty Nurse Whiteside, or Aunty Barb, as he had been brought up to call her, would give him... but the knowledge that he had disappointed her was somehow even worse than the uncontrollable tingling in his buttocks.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said.
"As you should be, Adam." Barbara agreed. "Setting a stink bomb, honestly. Is that head of yours stuffed with sawdust, Adam?"
"No, miss."
"It's a good thing Miss Marbrand caught you. Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?"
"It was an end of semester muck up thing," Adam murmured.
"As a senior, Adam, the teachers look to you to set an example. This isn't a very good example, is it?"
At this point the boy was tempted to tell Nurse Whiteside that the idea of setting a stink bomb had been borrowed from the previous years graduating class, but he thought better of it and settled for a miserable shake of his head.
"You should have been concentrating on your exams, not silly pranks." Barbara's scolding continued.
"Yes, Nurse Whiteside."
"Did you even think of the consequences of your actions?" the nurse asked.
Adam's wide-eyed look of surprise was the answer she needed.
"No, you didn't. I'm sure you just thought you'd disrupt some classes and have a laugh. People can be allergic to the ingredients of a stink bomb, Adam. If Miss Marbrand hadn't found you we could have been sending students to the hospital. Not quite so funny now, is it?"
"No, ma'am."
With a disgusted snort Barbara took Adam by the wrist and hauled him unresisting to his feet. Adam followed her to the hospital bed by one wall.
"I usually spank in my chair as you well know, but seniors are a little big to fit on that. The bed is much better, it will help me hold you over my lap when you start to kick." Barbara knew from experience with Adam, that big and all as he was, once her palm started to bite his cheeks he would kick, he always did, he just could not help it.
"Do you have to put me over your knee, ma'am?" Adam asked. He hated this part, it was so childish and humiliating.
"Now Adam," Barbara began, her tone gentler, "have you ever known me to administer a punishment without a warm up hand spanking?"
"No ma'am," Adam replied, fighting back tears.
"Well then," Barbara said in a business-like tone as she seated herself on the bed, "let's get started. Pants down please, Adam."
"Does it have to be bare bottom, ma'am?" Adam asked in a pleading tone.
Barbara's blue eyes fixed Adam's azure orbs, which even now were starting to well with tears. "Adam, you know as well as I do young man, that a spanking is not a proper spanking unless it is administered on the bare bottom. Would you rather that I took down your pants for you?"
Adam's hands stayed by his side and he was unable to speak.
"If that is how you want it," Barbara said huffily, reaching out and hauling the teenage boy closer to her, by the waistband of his jeans, "then that is how it will be."
With Adam unresisting, Barbara competently unsnapped the buttons on the fly of the boy's 501's and with a smooth motion borne of long practice whisked them and his underpants down to his knees. Adam stood in front of the attractive, mature blonde nurse and the tears spilled from his eyes. His shoulders slumped slightly, he looked thoroughly uncomfortable, particularly knowing that very soon he would be feeling even more uncomfortable.
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