by Frank Martinet
The first day of school is crucial. It's even more significant if it's a new school. It's the biggest yet if it's also your first day of high school.
Willa spent half the week before planning her outfit. She changed her mind a dozen times, modifying, adding, subtracting, and by Tuesday morning she was still not 100% certain she had it right.
She wore black jeans. They were comfortable, snug enough to show off her hot figure, short on the ankle, and had artful tears just below the knees. Her black boots were Boss. Her blouse was black and white, low on the shoulders, with a few feminine frills. With some shiny bling on fingers and ears, her brand new cell, and a hot black leather jacket, she was set. She was shooting for a tough-cool-girlie-sexy look and hoped she'd nailed it. First impressions were everything. Today would make or break her entire high school experience.
She set off at 7:30, giving her plenty of time to walk to school and get there early, but not too early. She wasn't a nerd, after all. Her mother had volunteered to take her, a prospect Willa had reacted to the same way a vampire would a daylight stroll on the beach.
Ugh. She shuddered and rolled her eyes. "I'm 15, Mom. Not a child."
"But it's a new school, dear. Do you even know the way?"
"Geez! Everyone knows where the high school is. Give me a break!"
So she was on her own. Nervous, but trying not to show it. She put on her tough-girl persona and strutted. It worked for about six blocks, and that's when she realized she was... well, not lost, just... not found. She wasn't quite sure where she was, at least in relation to the high school.
Willa knew it was on this side of town and thought it would be easy. How hard was it to miss a giant school? But maybe she was on the wrong street. It was tough when you didn't drive. She'd been in the car dozens of times when they passed it, but it was different on foot.
She hurried ahead, trying not to appear lost, but her heart was beating faster and she wondered if she was going to be late. Still plenty of time, she told herself, checking her phone and seeing she had ten minutes. It's got to be close.
She felt like an idiot, and the prospect of doing something as stupid as getting lost on her way to school on her first day made her want to cry. And wanting to cry really made her want to cry because she felt like such a baby.
Then she saw it. A big empty football field. She could see the goal posts. Next it was a soccer field. When she got closer she saw bleachers, a gymnasium, and school buildings. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The only problem was that she was at the back of the school and by the time she made her way around to the front, she'd be late, or pushing it close. She pictured herself running up to the doors, sweaty and desperate, looking like a dweeb.
No thanks, she thought.
Willa studied the chain link fence looking for a weakness. It wasn't Fort Knox or anything. It was designed to be a deterrent, not a real barrier to entry or exit. There were homes across the street and along the side, the school nestled right into suburbia. Though it was trespassing, no one seemed to be out yet, so she slipped between a house and the side fence and soon found exactly what she hoped to find: a large tree.
It was trivial to climb up a couple of branches, move out over the fence, and drop down within the school grounds. She checked her watch. Seven minutes before the bell. She was golden!
Willa sauntered her way across the fields. As she got closer to the school, she saw kids in the distance. Some gave her an odd look, but she ignored them, pretending she knew what she was doing. If she acted suspicious, she'd look guilty.
The students she saw were dressed rather fancy. The boys had white collared shirts and dark pants, not jeans. The girls were all wearing blue skirts with white tops. It was odd, but she guessed they were part of some clique. She gave them a curt nod and headed for a door at the back of one of the buildings as though she knew where it led.
As she pushed it open, she could feel the kids looking at her and she prayed it wasn't a dead end, like a supply closet, or she'd look really stupid.
Fortunately, it opened to a hallway milling with students. There were lockers along both walls. To her surprise, all the kids she saw were dressed like the ones outside. Just as she tried to make sense of this, a tall tweedy man with tiny round-lens glasses and a nasty expression confronted her.
"Very funny, miss," he snarled. "Trying to test the rules on the first day? Think you won't get your butt busted right off? You just come right with me!"
Then he grabbed her by the ear and pulled. Though she shouted obscenities and tried to stop him, Willa was compelled to follow, yelping at the painful tug on her earlobe and blushing at all the students gawking at her.
Fortunately, they didn't have far to go, because about 20 yards down was a classroom, and the man led her inside. He pushed her forward and closed the door behind them. He was blocking that exit, so she stood warily, rubbing her ear and looking rebellious.
"What the hell, man? You can't just attack someone like that!"
"I can if they're a student breaking the rules," said the man. "Where's your uniform?"
"Uniform?"
"You know you're required to wear a skirt. Jeans aren't allowed! Let alone all that other stuff you've got on. You look like a biker!"
"I can wear whatever the hell I want! There's no code against jeans."
"There absolutely is," said the man with such confidence that Willa suddenly wondered if he was right. Had she screwed up? What kind of school was this?
But then she was distracted by something out of a nightmare. The man was taking a large wooden slab from a hook on the side of his desk. The board was more than a foot long and half that wide, and as thick as a tablet. It looked hard and mean and though Willa had never been spanked in her life, she instinctively knew that's what this board was for.
It's a paddle, she thought. A paddle to spank my ass!
"What... what's that for?" she asked, playing dumb, hoping she was wrong.
"What do you think?" He thumped it against his palm and motioned for her to move forward to his desk.
"You... you can't!"
"I can and I will. Unless you'd rather see Principal Beachem? He'll use the cane on your bare bottom and considering your unrepentant attitude, I'll recommend extra strokes!"
Willa didn't have a clue what the man was babbling about, but two things came to mind. One was his mention of "bare bottom." That didn't sound good.
The other was something her mother had mentioned the week before, commenting that discipline was stricter in high school and she wouldn't be able to get away with stunts like she had in junior high. Willa had assumed that meant more rules, not corporal punishment. Had she made a fatal error in understanding?
"Wait a minute," she said, buying time. "Are you saying this school permits spanking?"
"Of course. I can tell it's your first day, but you should have read all the material in your welcome packet. This is all explained there. Teachers are permitted to paddle over clothing, while the principal canes on bare skin."
"I didn't get any welcome packet."
"Seriously? That's odd. Maybe it got lost in the mail. I'm not sure I believe you, though. You could just be saying that."
"I swear I didn't know. I didn't know about uniforms, either. Nobody told me anything!"
The man hesitated, his anger cooling. "If you're telling the truth, there's been some serious communication error. But the problem is, you've showed up in serious violation of a number of rules, and I can't just let you off. The others out there are listening and if they don't hear some serious butt-pounding, there's going to be a riot."
Willa looked at the big paddle and shuddered. "How... how many hits do you have to give me?"
"At least six," he said. "Then I can take you to Principal Beachem and maybe he can sort out this mess."
"But you said he'd... cane me. I don't know what that is, but it sounds bad."
"It's severely painful. But if you're telling the truth and if I explain I've paddled you, maybe he'll let you off."
"I... I guess," said Willa. She wanted to be tough and brave, but really felt frightened and wanted to cry. This first day was going all wrong!
"We'd better make this quick. The bell is about to ring," said the teacher, and he showed Willa where to stand, indicating she should bend forward across his desk and hold onto the other side with her hands. This left her butt way too exposed for her liking, but she understood that was the whole point.
"These are going to sting, but stay in position. You'll just prolong it if you keep getting up and I'll have to add extra swats."
She didn't want that at all and vowed to stay still no matter how much it hurt. That was before she felt the board, of course. It hit, hard, square across both cheeks, which exploded with pain. She half stood despite her resolve, then bent back over, sticking her butt out again. The cheeks tingled furiously.
She heard a shrill sound which confused her, and then realized it was the bell ringing and students were filing into the classroom. Willa wanted to curl up and die. She wanted to cry. She couldn't do either, so she froze herself and pretended her butt didn't hurt at all. She became her rebellious persona, the tough girl who would smart off to a teacher even if she knew it meant a paddling.
There was a slight delay as the distraction of the entering students slowed down the man, but then he continued the punishment, swinging the board soundly into Willa's waiting butt. She took it, concentrating on not noticing and not reacting.
The teacher was puzzled, glancing at his paddle for a second as though he wondered if it had been replaced with balsa wood. Then he delivered a harder swat for the third blow. Again Willa didn't react. Her chubby butt seemed to absorb the spank with minimal distress.
Frowning, wondering if he'd been scammed, the man swung even harder. This time Willa's body reacted, her head jerking up, a breathy gasp emerging from her mouth. Then she stiffened, as if swallowing all the pain and saving it for later. She was calm when he gave her the fifth and sixth licks, though inside she was mortified by everyone staring at her butt and in serious agony.
"Alright," he grunted. "Get yourself to Principal Beachem's." He hung the paddle back on the side of his desk and pointedly ignored Willa's departure.
The teenage girl, blazing butt throbbing, shrugged and waltzed out the door, putting on a brave show for the students, who watched her with awe.
She felt better outside in the hall, thinking that at least she hadn't sobbed or made a scene. She'd noticed guys staring at her in drooling lust and started to feel like maybe getting spanked wasn't such a terrible thing.
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