This story is another tale in the Springfield High series. As a reminder, the year was 1972, and Springfield Highschool was like a lot of schools, full of kids from all kinds of backgrounds with all kinds of aspirations. Like most schools of the time, the principal was authorized to use the paddle as one of many forms of discipline, right along with the usual in-school and out-of-school suspensions for those times when a kid dared to cross the line.
_f_u_c_k_. I'm fifteen for God's sake, and I'm staring at a _f_u_c_k_ing paddle sittin' on his desk and I can't believe this is happening. I'm not really listening to the words; I mean, Mr. Chandler is one mad man and it's pretty obvious to me that this thing is gonna happen. Sixteen holes! God you'd think somebody made it like they were TRYING to make it into a torture instrument or something. I am not stupid and I know its gonna burn but I've got a pretty tough body and I'm not the kind that cries. Still, as I sit here I'm staring at the _d_a_m_n_ thing and I can't believe I'm sittin here knowing it's gonna happen and I'm just gonna let him do it to me. I've never been smacked with ANYTHING, much less a _d_a_m_n_ piece of wood a foot and a half or more long, and from the smoothness of the varnish and the wear marks on the _f_u_c_k_ing handle even a moron could tell he likes to use it. Still, I'm not afraid, and if he thinks I'm gonna cower to him he's wrong. I smile with that thought, and he doesn't like that, not at all.......
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU YOUNG MAN!"
_f_u_c_k_. I look up then, at Chandler, and his face is beet red and he is pissed. Yeah, way pissed he is. I lock eyeballs with him, and I try and stare him down....but I can't and so I glance back to the paddle for a second before I try again. I swallow....God, I'm not afraid of a little paddle, and yet I can feel the intensity of where I am and what I'm here for and I am hearing him now I am I am.
"Brainard, I just don't know what has gotten into you lately. But I'm not talking to the wall here, and someday you are either gonna wake up and get with the program or you are gonna be a failure. You got that, a FAILURE. You just like your sports, and all you do in this high school is shoot hoops, work the weights, and try to build a body to attract the girls. You jocks are all alike, struttin around the school like you are God's gift to manhood. Well, I've just about had it with you, and hopefully this board of education can wake you up if words alone can't. You got anything to say before I paddle your ass like a little boy, mister?"
Yeah yeah yeah. God, what a question! Hell, what can I say?....its not like there are any options here. _f_u_c_k_. I could run out of the room, yeah, run away perhaps, but my dad would have a _s_h_i_t_fit if I did and he'd no doubt drag me back here personally. Yeah, I'd be back here sure as _s_h_i_t_ I would and whatever I got coming now would be nothing to what I'd get then. I'm not THAT stupid. Besides, everyone would know I ran away and that would be as bad as getting it. Nope...I hate to beg, but even as I'm thinking I'm not going to say anything my voice betrays me and I'm begging like a freshman. _s_h_i_t_.
"Mr. Chandler, please.....oh shi..........oh God sir....please don't...I mean, I did wrong and I'm sorry and I really mean that. I don't need the board sir...I mean I don't. I....."
Suddenly, he's laughing......and I stop the talk and stare. I should have kept my mouth shut.
"Brainard, you are more stupid than I thought you were if you think that you are gonna talk your way out of a very severe spanking. I'm looking forward to this, oh yeah, I am, and I can hardly wait to take you down a peg or two. You deserve every one of these smacks I'm going to be giving you, and I can hardly wait to begin given em to you. I've been watchin' you all year, and oh this is going to be one very sweet afternoon. You love to push the edge. Well, it's been a long time overdo, and I don't mind you knowing that I am sincerely looking forward to warming up that teenage bottom of yours. You think you are so _d_a_m_n_ cool. You wear those tight jeans and the muscle t's, pushing the limits on the dress code every _d_a_m_n_ day. Just look at those pants! Ripped knee, the jeans so old they should have been trashed and the cuffs aren't even hemmed. You are supposed to be wearing dress pants young man! I know your kind. You like the attention...always showing off for your classmates and fooling around in your classes. I know you alright. Yeah, I know you and you think you are one cool turkey. But believe me, you aren't going to feel so cool when you are getting that teenage ass of yours set on fire. Nothing cool about that!
Yeah yeah yeah. We'll see. It might not be cool getting paddled, but I'm not gonna let him have the satisfaction of knowing it bothers me. I set my jaw, and give him that cold-as-ice expression that just says "_f_u_c_k_ YOU!" Hell, I remind myself, it's just a _f_u_c_k_ing piece of wood and I figure I can take anything he is gonna dish out. As I'm watching him....OH _f_u_c_k_...what's he doing to the window blinds?
Mr. Chandler jerks open the blinds, and then he is speaking to me: "Oh yeah, you like the view? I know I do. Don't you think we ought to check out the weather? Oh wow....how about that? It's your lucky day Brainard, yeah it is. Yes sir re young man, your lucky day. Looks like all the kids are out there shootin baskets. Imagine that? I'm sure you will appreciate the view while you are getting paddled. And you know what? Well, as soon as the first crack of my paddle lands on your ass that entire gym class out there is gonna be watchin you then, cause when they hear that they are gonna look in here and with the lights on they are gonna see EVERYTHING. Yeah, soon you are gonna be THE STAR OF THE SHOW, and those classmates you love to impress are gonna be really impressed.......impressed watching you get the paddle that is! Yeah, you are gonna be famous after that."
I flush...OH GOD...he is serious, and as I stare outside, GOD...._f_u_c_k_ there are thirty guys out there and........oh _s_h_i_t_ I know all of them! It's my _f_u_c_k_ing gym class that I'm missing, and the son-of-a-bitch is gonna OH GOD! _s_h_i_t_.......he's opening the _f_u_c_k_ing window now! OH GOD—I hear the sounds...Mike's making a layup.....Rick's calling for the ball....I can hear everything....EVERYTHING. He has my attention now....and then I start talking even before I think about it: "Please.......Mr Chandler...not...please don't......not in front...please...." God, my eyes are getting wet...oh this is turning into a nightmare!
He's all business now....standing up and now holding that _d_a_m_n_ board! He's getting to me and he knows it! He's grinning! GRINNING! _f_u_c_k_...now he's rapping the _d_a_m_n_ board right on the windowsill----God right in front of the big window...and then, _s_h_i_t_...I have no choice!
"That's is Brainard, get over here. It's time to warm up that little misbehaving bottom of yours....and I bet it's tired of waiting and eager for it all to begin. I know I am! So, get your butt over here NOW mister and lets warm it up! And put your hands right on this windowsill and face the great outdoors. Yep....and spread those legs. Wait! Just one minute. Those pants....I almost forgot about them. Just no way you can keep those things. Yep, first, unbuckle that belt and drop the pants...cause I don't paddle boys in pants that don't meet dress code."
What the _f_u_c_k_! My pants#*$#&@~! "Mr Chandler...I mean..you cant....you cant make me do that...."
"You heard me, drop em, and then get into position and lets get this over with!"
"Oh God...Mr. Chandler......oh please.....I mean.........."
"SHUT UP BRAINARD. If you refuse to wear pants that meet the dress code of this school then you can do without them for your paddling. Maybe the word will get around! Don't worry, you still have your underwear, and you won't be any more exposed than you would be at swim practice. HAHAHA. That's a thought! Brainard, your pants aren't the cause of your troubles, and it's not your pants I want to paddle. So, NOW, drop em, cause if I have to tell you again I'm gonna DOUBLE the number of swats you are gonna be getting and for all you know I might have to do it on your bare bottom then."
What can I do? _f_u_c_k_! My _d_a_m_n_ hands are shaking....but I do it....I unbuckle the belt and open the snap. Oh God....I do it....pull them down....down to my knees and then, following his direction, I put my hands back on the window and face outside....where the class is going on less than ten feet away, just below me! God, I'm directly in front of the open window....bent over with nothing but my cotton briefs between me and that paddle and its almost like I'm begging to be seen. I see my class...my friends...thank God they are busy with the game......oh GOD...please don't let them look up. I look down, at myself, and my t-shirt has ridden up and my balls are bulging in my underwear! I'm in my _f_u_c_k_ing underwear! If they look up they will see me sure as _s_h_i_t_ they will, and I'm facing them and GOD I'm so exposed.
The paddle! Oh GOD, its on my ass now! I feel it....resting there...touching my ass it is it is. I am staring out the window.....OH WHY DID I....Oh...I hear it...the air....whipping through the holes and then OH GOD OH NO OH _s_h_i_t_...this is going to..........
SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh GOD! Oh _f_u_c_k_ the burn the burn........oh _s_h_i_t_ it HURTS! My eyes instantly water....and I fight it....OH _f_u_c_k_ IT HURT SO BAD. I had NO IDEA it was gonna burn like this! I focus my eyes, and I see that the game outside has stopped in the instant of that burn and then I see them, every single one of my friends turning now...to look, up, up and at ME. God, they are staring at the window from where the sound came, and oh GOD I am there, exposed, bent over and staring at them and they at me. I try to look...cool....but I'm in my _f_u_c_k_ing underwear and package is filling the pouch and my face is flushed and I'm so humiliated! I try not to let...........
SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! OH _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKK" I yell!
My entire body goes forward with the movement, and my eyes water on their own and my mouth is agape with the shock of the intensity of the burn. I mean, NOTHING could burn this bad....and as I feel the misery I see that they are laughing now...GOD...they are pointing and laughing and waving at ME for God's sake! Mark! He's my best friend and _f_u_c_k_....he's laughing too and he's even pointing and.........
SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Oh please............no more! NO MORE! PLEASEEEEEE....I've learned my lesson.............I won't...."
SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" Suddenly, the tears just come....flood out on their own and I cannot control them. They pour...my face bawling like a kids....my entire ass on fire and suddenly I literally feel helpless, out of control and the pain so intense I can think of nothing else! I had no idea! No idea a paddling would hurt this much! Mr. Chandler is a master.....he has my entire ass on fire already and the burn seems to consume my being. My friends outside are roaring, they seem to be staring and laughing at what is happening to me....and as the nightmare of the moment burns to my soul I stare down, down at my crotch and even though I hope I have not I can see I've pissed my underwear.........when did I do that? WHEN? Oh _f_u_c_k_.....the yellow stain is clear and visible and oh GOD they have all seen it too and I look then and I try to hide and I begin to turn around but..........
SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! OH _f_u_c_k_! OH _f_u_c_k_!!!!!!" Suddenly, I have lost it totally, and am grabbing my rear and I am hopping up and down and up and down. God! My underwear is soaked now and I feel it running down my leg....there's a _f_u_c_k_ING PUDDLE on the floor there is there is there is! My underwear is drenched! I know it now hides NOTHING. My balls are bulging in my wet underpants and my dick has shrunk from the pain, and yet it's on display, the wet cotton hiding nothing and my little knob of a dick now completing my embarrassment. I am so ashamed! The laughter outside has turned literally into a roar. I know my face is as red as my ass, and then I am begging like a little boy and Mr. Chandler is suddenly laughing and my classmates are laughing and I am so _d_a_m_n_ humiliated I want to die.
"Get cleaned up and then get dressed Brainard. And don't ever, EVER let me see you back in here again."
With that, he walks out of his office, and I am suddenly alone, left still standing in the window and so humiliated I cannot make myself move. Paddled! Oh God....I've been paddled! PADDLED at FIFTEEN and now crying like a baby, the tears streaking down my cheeks and my dick and balls totally visible through the soaked cotton of my underpants! I crumple to the floor, and the tears just come in a flood after that and then outside I hear someone start to applaud and soon the applause has turned into a roar.
A little later, I put myself together, and toss my yellow underwear in the principal's trashcan. I somehow manage to get my tight jeans back on over my flaming red ass, but it takes all the will I can muster to get it done. I can feel the ridges the paddle has made, and I can actually feel the little welts where the holes have left their mark. I just had no idea. The paddle is on the desk, and as I look at it I suddenly have a new respect for it, for what it can do, and what it has done. The bell rings just then, and as I leave the office trying to figure out the best way to avoid my friends, I make a promise, to NEVER, EVER AGAIN, do anything to get me paddled again. That's one promise I intend to keep!
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