When I was in highschool, corporal punishment was still allowed. In fact it was encouraged. My Principal, Mr. Sev would paddle you as soon as look at you. He carried a paddle around the hall which he nicknamed Shep. The thought of being paddled by him scared me, but I fantasized about being spanked by him. Actually, my fantasy was for him to bring me to the stage during a student assembly, and spank me bare naked, over his knees in front of the rest of the school. He was an angry looking man, with huge hairy eyebrows that made him look Oriental. Because of this, we nicknamed him Chang. He hated this name and punished anyone that he found out called him that name.
One day I was in the hall shooting the bull with some of my buddies. We were taking about him, and as young men are want to do, I was being stupid and loud. I was saying things about Chang this and Chang that. I thought my friends got kind of quiet, and I knew he was behind me. I turned around and there he was. I thought for sure I was going to get paddled right then and there. He told me I was going to be paddled but not until after school. I had to go to detention first and he would come for me when he was ready. It was 2:00 and I had an hour to wait until school was out. I went to detention and started to worry about the paddleing I was going to get, and then I started to get excited.
At about 3:30 he came for me and walked me to his office on the second floor. No one was in the school which I thought was strange. We got into his office and he told me that he had made sure we were alone. He locked all of the doors to the school, and we would not be disturbed. He then gave me a choice. I could pull down my pant and underpants to my ankles, bent over his desk, and he would paddle me 50 times with Shep, or I could strip naked, bend over his knees, and he would spank me with his hand until he felt like stopping. Either way my bare bottom was going to be punished severly.
I couldn't believe it. Half of my fantasy was about to come true. In two minutes I was going to be naked, and over Mr. Sev's knees for a true spanking. All I needed was for him to do this in public, but I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I quickly removed my clothes and stood facing him. I had never really been spanked before and was afraid and excited. He pulled me over his knees and started to spank me. The blows came fast and hard. He lectured me as he spanked, and it was humiliating. Even so, I found myself wanting him to continue. The spanking hurt more than I ever imagined it would, and I wanted it to hurt more. He stopped spanking me after 100 cracks and made me stand up. He got up and went to the bathroom, and came back. He put me over his knees again and told me I had gotten half of my spanking. He started on my second 100 smacks. By the time he had reached 25 I was in tears and begging for forgiveness. None was coming. Mr. Sev made sure he spanked me the full 100 more times. By the time it was over I could barely breathe because of the pain in my ass. He made me stand up and bent me over his desk. He took Shep and used him to paddle my bare bottom 10 times. I couldn't feel my ass anymore and was sure it fell off. He then made me stand in the corner and left the office for about 20 minutes. When he returned he started another lecture and asked me if I would ever call him that name again. I promised I would not, but he told me he didn't believe me. He said he thought I would need reminding and bent me over his knees one more time. Mr. Sev spanked me 100 more times before he told me my punishment was over.
I couldn't sit for days, but got excited each time I thought about it. He from then on would give me detention often, and it would end up with me being naked and over his knees to be spanked. I know he enjoyed spanking me as much as I enjoyed getting the spankings from him.