This story is another tale in the Springfield High series. As a reminder, the year was 1972, and Springfield High School 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.
_d_a_m_n_....I've never had to be the one to swing the paddle, and yet there isnt much choice in the matter this time around. Usually Chandler handles all the paddlings, and that suits me just fine. The kids call me Mr. Brown, and they dont fear me like they fear the principal. Normally, I can avoid even watching the discipline sessions, except on those rare occasions when Chandlers absent, like he is right now. _s_h_i_t_! I sure wish he wasnt home sick...for he would sure do a much better job at it and yet in my mind I know it can't wait for him to return. The two boys are out there waiting, sitting on the little seats just outside the door, and I'm in here in his office shaking and trying my hardest to get the nerve up to do what has to be done.
I haven't seen them yet, but I know they are there. They have been there ever since coach Noack called from the pool, when he sent them to me to be dealt with. This is my first year as the vice principal of Springfield high, and so far Ive been able to avoid having to do the discipline thing, and yet now, well, Im the only one and so I know its got to be one. Noack sent the girl too, and I've been sorting it out with her now for fifteen minutes. The entire thing pisses me off, and while I feel for the girl I'm mad as hell that I'm dealing with it. Why can't it be Chandler? Or hell, even better, I wish to hell Noack had taken care of it all then and there.
Still, I know he's one of the new generation coaches, who sends the problem kids to the office, to "get handled" as he puts it, and so his problem is now my problem and now I have to deal with it. I don't know...but it still pisses me off having to do for him what he ought to be doing for himself.
I look over at the girl, who is still dabbing the Kleenex on her eyes, mopping up her pretend tears. She is just way to _s_e_x_y for her age, with big, rounded tits jutting up in her blouse and the nipples pointed and visible in the material. She has smooth shapely legs, and her lipstick is brighter than it should be, and her eye shadow makes her look older than her sixteen years. She looks like a girl who is looking for something, and as I think about that I have the thought that its unlikely shes a virgin. Right now Im letting her sit in Chandlers chair, behind the desk, and its interesting to see her there. I dont buy her tears for a moment. She doesn't look any worse for any of it, but then again, perhaps it was as she said and they really did scare her. She probably egged them on though, and she no doubt must have said something to get them to do what they did. Still, the boys were way out of line, and I know it and they probably know it too. My attention turns to the paddle and what I must do with it. I decide to let her stay.
It's not that Im against swinging the board, because, well, they deserve it sure as _s_h_i_t_ they do, and I know that and so do they. But still, if I _f_u_c_k_ it up, and hit them too _d_a_m_n_ hard then there will be hell to pay, with the school board and the parents and all the rest. Worse though, is if I don't hit them hard enough, don't send the message and the word gets out I'm soft or easy, then I'll have a string of problems and I'll be the laughing stock of the entire school. The students will laugh and the faculty will be angry. The other not so insignificant part of the equation is that I sure as hell don't want to have to listen to Chandler as he ridicules how I handled this when he shows up tomorrow. No, far better to burn their asses right off than take a chance on that.
Still, should I do them together, or one at a time? I don't know really, and for the life of me I have no idea how Chandler would handle it. When he's here he just makes it seem easy. I can overhear a lot of it from my office next door. First he just talks to all of them in his smooth voice, and then before you know it you hear the crackin' of the wood and then, soon after it starts, you hear their begging and then after that comes the crying and then its over, and a few minutes later out come the little miscreets bowing their heads in shame as they sulk out of his office with a red face and a burning ass. He's a pro, that's what he is, and he can make a kids face turn as red as his ass and he can do it consistently and easily. For me, hell, I'm just too new at this, and the truth be known I hardly know what I'm doing. Still, I'll do it, and I'll do my best to do it well.
For the first time in my life I pick up the big paddle, and feel its weight. The thing is smooth, and worn, and the sixteen holes that run across its face are very intimidating. I know this paddle has been around a while, and there isnt any doubt that it has tanned a lot of teenage bottoms over the years. Ive personally seen it in use, and I've heard the whistle the holes make as the big board is pulled through the air. Twelve years ago it was my own teenage ass feeling the sting of a similar paddle, in a different school, and even today I can still remember that burn and the impression that it made. Yeah, I think that crack sound is imbedded in my soul and I cant help but associate the burn I felt with the sound it makes! Yes, its the crack that I think about when I see it. Now holding it, I wonder how hard Ill have to swing it to make that sound?
As I look at the paddle and wave it through the air, I can feel the power and the weight. I've heard it smack into more than a few upturned bottoms, clad in their cotton slacks with their button-down collared shirts tucked in. Yeah, the pants don't seem to matter much, not when Chandler's swinging the board, and from the way he gets the boys crying I don't think their pants and their underwear give them much protection. As I have those thoughts suddenly I'm just very glad that its not my ass that needs the lesson.
I decide to do them together, to get it over with before I lose my nerve. I open the door and yell out: "OK...SEND THE TWO TROUBLEMAKERS IN HERE AND LETS GET THEM PADDLED AND GET THIS EPISODE OVER WITH."
I swallow, and wonder how I sounded, and then I set my face and try not to grin.
I am totally unprepared for the two boys when I see them. As they walk into the office, their eyes are low, and I can see that they are walking slowly as they enter the office and come in for their spankings. But it's not their eyes or their walk that takes my breath away. No, it is what they are wearing that catches my throat and makes me gasp. More accurately, its what they AREN'T wearing that just grabs my attention. I don't know...I was thinking they would be dressed, in their button down locker-loop shirts and their dress code slacks...and so I just wasnt expecting them to come straight from the pool, forced to make the trip wearing nothing but their Speedo bathing suits and carrying their towels. God! Their suits are still damp from their swim, and I can sense their shame, and their humiliation of what they have on, and perhaps the fear even, as they come for their spanking in nothing but their swimsuits.
I swallow. God they are built, and in their half-dressed state I am just so surprised I have to force myself to stay in control. My own prick stirs in my pants. That surprises me somewhat, as Im not normally into young teenagers but these two just look like _f_u_c_k_ing machines. They are half naked, and they both have the perfect body of the developing adolescent. I swallow, and try to look normal, but my face flushes and my heart beats faster in my chest. I sure hope to God nobody notices. My first thought is about Chandler...he would die to have this opportunity. I know when he finds out I paddled two teenagers in their Speedos hes gonna be more than a little pissed off. Well, he could have it for all I care....but still, as I look at those two boys I cant help but feel the rush of what is to come.
The first boy that came through the door is Paul Lennord, and he is seventeen. Hes actually a great kid, and the pride of the school. I know him well. Hes a ladies man, and he likes to flirt and he likes to tease like a lot of the jocks do. I like him personally, and generally speaking hes very well behaved. I doubt hes ever been paddled before, so Im surprised in a way to see him here. Paul is built too, and perhaps a little _c_o_c_k_y, and he stands almost six feet. He's a lanky teen, with the thin body of a swimmer, and with his blond hair and his bright, blue eyes, it's no wonder that the girls line up to root for him. His stomach is ripped, and the horizontal lines across his flat belly accentuate his youth. His little nipples are pointed, like dimes, just two dark circles that spot his chest. He took second in the state meet just two weeks ago and his body is built for speed and he's all muscle and he knows it.
His cohort in crime is Sean Strider. Hes the opposite of Paul in a lot of ways; the problem kid, and he's been in this office before. I know Chandler likes paddling him, because the boy hates it so and he always cries like a baby. The last time he cried until the tears came out his nose, and Chandler laughed all day after it was over. You would think he would just behave and tow the line. Instead, he still is always doing something to get himself back in here. I look at him, and he looks hot, his bulge in his bathing suit very pronounced. He's well into manhood, and for a just-turned sixteen year old he's already got the body that will drive the girls wild. His legs are powerful, with a dusting of black hair, and his little nipples are small and pointed. He too looks very afraid.
The two teenagers glance to the girl, and I see their faces flush red as they see her sitting there in the principals chair. She looks at them, and they look away, and I realize that they know I know and I sense their fear as it rises a hundred fold.
I tap the paddle that is lying on the desk with my finger, pointing to it, and then I turn my hand over and curl it, drawing them toward me, and the paddle, indicating for the boys to approach the desk. They do. Both boys come up to the big desk, standing, looking at me and with her only a few feet away. They look down then, their eyes falling, to the big paddle, and I can see that it registers as they study it. Sean swallows, his Adams apple bobbing up and down, and then I can see he's biting his lip and trying not to cry. His buddy Paul looks like he is nervous as hell, and you can see that he is flexing his muscles, almost in a twitch, and his body is damp with sweat. Still, hes handling it better than Sean, although part of the reason is he has no idea what is in store. I look at them both, and then I speak.
"OK....lets have it. Explain what the hell you two were thinking? I'd like an explanation and an apology for what you guys did in front of Lisa Ganter!"
Paul looks up, and swallows. I see him glance to the girl. He senses I want an answer, and I can see him trying to think of something to say. Just before he speaks Sean says: "Well.....it wasnt all our fault....Lisa...she is always flirting and making faces...and well...we ....we......" The girl was glaring at him, and the boy stopped himself...then he looked to me, and then I watch as his eyes fall to the paddle. He knows from my expression it wasn't gong to work. Yeah, he knows that sure-as-_s_h_i_t_ he does, and he can sense right away that trying to put the blame on the girl, especially with her sitting here, just isnt going to cut the mustard. He looks up at me, and his lip quivers.
Next, I look to Paul and the boy swallows...and then he too is talking, trying to give it a different approach.
"Sir...I...I'm sorry. Lisa, I'm sorry...REALLY! Please...we didnt mean nothing.... It all started with her comment....she made fun of our...of our dicks sir....yeah, she made fun of our wearing just Speedos...I know it was just a comment and all.......but _s_h_i_t_ sir, we didnt mean nothing and she just was asking for it! Then, he looked down too, at the paddle. He knew, sure as _s_h_i_t_ he did, and I could see him look at the paddle and know it was waiting for him.
I frowned. Is this the best you guys can come up with?
Paul looked down in shame. Sean though, knew what was at stake and so with the prospect of another cherry red ass looming, he wasn't going to give up quite so easily: "Ah.....I only went along with him....it wasn't my..my idea and we didn't kiss her or nothing...the whole thing was only a joke. We really didnt do nothing! All we were really trying to do was to make her stop making fun of us."
The girl looked up, and she snapped with a woman's fury: "Thats not TRUE!!!!! YOU GUYS GRABBED YOUR CROTCHES AND SAID "SUCK THIS"---DON'T SAY YOU DIDN'T! I HEARD IT PLANE AS DAY. THEN, WHEN I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY FROM ME YOU REACHED OUT FOR MY TITS....YOU WERE SQEEZING THE FRONT OF YOUR SUITS IN YOUR FISTS AND THATS WHEN YOU SAID NEXT TIME YOU WOULD _f_u_c_k_ ME! YOURE BOTH PERVERTS!"
Sean started to yell back at her: "No...NO I DIDN'T – I WASNT TRYING TO GRAB YOU....IT WASN'T ME...I JUST....."
Paul was talking at the same time No...its not like THAT..WE WERE JUST KIDDING!
I cut them both off. "Save it. You guys are guilty as sin. You can't actually think its OK to go up to a Sophomore girl in this school, grab your genitals and make lewd comments, and then, when you do illicit a response, then threaten to _s_e_x_ually assault her. You guys just lost it! What the hell's wrong with you?????? Don't you dare lie to me or I'll burn your bottoms right off! I want a straight answer....NOW!"
Pauls faced flushed red. Then, the blond haired teenager looked at me, and then he spoke, his lip quivering, scared _s_h_i_t_less. For a straight A student facing his first paddling, his mind was racing in overtime as he struggled to find a way to reason his way out of things. "Well...I....I didn't mean nothing....I ...oh God Sir...I'm sorry. I know I screwed up, but I wasnt gonna hurt her. We were just playing a game and we didnt mean anything...I swear. Please dont paddle me!"
I look at him, and then at his cohort, and thats when I began to laugh. After I got it under control, I said to him: Dont paddle you? Are you kidding me here? You are going to get paddled mister, and paddled well. By the time I finish with you, your little bottom is going to be singing messages to your brain youll never forget. Im going to have both your fannies so pink they are gonna be burning from the top to the bottom. Yeah, your paddling is not the question, because rest assured, YOU WILL BE PADDLED. The only question I have is what to do with you afterwards. I have half mind to suspend the both of you, right AFTER I spank your asses off. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!"
Both teenagers looked at me, and their faces blushed bright red and any hope they had had was dashed in that instant. They glanced to the girl, who was smiling, and then they glanced back to the big paddle, where their eyes lingered. Paul spoke then: Oh God sir....Ive NEVER been paddled! Im SORRY! Please....dont....and OH GOD dont suspend me either. My father would kill me....please give me another chance! I swear Ill behave...I SWEAR! YOU DONT NEED TO USE THE PADDLE!
I let him finish. I really didnt have to say much, and I could see that both of the boys already knew it was hopeless and that a paddling was inevitable.
I answered him with a question: So...never been spanked...not even at home?
The boy looked at me and shook his head from side to side.
I smiled. Then I said: Well, your ass is in for a rude awakening then. Make no mistake, you are going to be paddled, and I guess we had better get it done.
Paul had a sharp mind, and I could see the teenager working the thoughts to reduce the misery of what by now he knew was coming. Paul spoke, his lip still quivering as he formed the words: "Oh God. uh....well......sir, coach Noack wouldn't let us get dressed...he, uh....he made us come right here...as soon, as soon as he caught us.... Lisa was screaming and he just made us all come right down here. If you are gonna hit us can we at least go and get dressed first....I mean, ur.......you certainly aren't going to paddle us like this!"
I smiled. Just couldn't help it really. I gave his request a few seconds to make it look good....and then, I looked him straight in the eyes. I tried to keep a straight face, but my smile just slowly grew into a grin, and then I said: "Well.....it didn't bother you two to be in swim suits when you grabbed your packages in front of this lady. You obviously like showing off in them. Knowing that, I wouldn't think it wouldnt really bother you too much to get paddled in them. In fact, having done what you have done, Id think you would sort of be expecting that. Less than an hour ago you were grabbing your genitals and threatening this girl that you should have been leaving alone. No, I think getting paddled in your swim suits is exactly what you need.
The two boys looked at me, and then back to the girl, who was smiling from ear to ear. They were doomed, and they knew it, and I decided not to keep them waiting any longer.
I stuck my head out into the outer office, and the room went instantly quiet. I said "OK...I NEED A WITNESS OR TWO IN HERE...I"VE GOT TWO GUYS WHO ARE NEEDING THEIR BOTTOMS PADDLED."
Mrs. Magarette Princton lowered her glasses, and smiled. She had been waiting, and she picked up her purse and headed toward the office. I knew she would be perfect. Thank God she was working today! For one thing, Maggie, as everyone called her, was in her mid-fifties, and had been at the school long before even Chandler was here. She had seen a LOT of teenage boys get spanked over the years, and she knew the drill and I knew she would keep me out of trouble. Besides, she has the mother image, and for some kids its even more humiliating having her watch them. One kid even told Chandler once that having her watch his spanking was worse than the spanking itself.
I really didnt need anymore than one witness, especially with the girl already here, but there was a student waving his hand...begging really, and it was impossible not to notice him. I guess if he hadnt been so darn handsome looking Id have ignored him even with all the arm waving. But he had just started working in the office, one period three days a week, and Gary McHenry was a hot looking freshman that had that innocent look that just pulled you to him.
Right now he was holding his arm up and waving it like it was a flag. The boy obviously wanted to come so bad he could hardly contain himself. Hell....I just said OK before I thought about it. I guess it was his look....he had bright red hair and a freckled face, and he was as cute as a button. His eyes just sparkled, and he was so eager to watch that I thought he was going to jump over the counter. Yeah, I invited him in too, and after that he was so excited its hard to even quantify.
Suddenly, the office was crowded and all eyes were on me. I was so nervous at that point I really almost lost it, but somehow I kept my composure and, with a dry mouth, I pointed to the younger of the two and said these words: OK....Mister Strider, lets get this over with. Id like you to put your hands on the desk here, and look at the girl you were showing your crotch too. Its time to give you the paddle, so try and take your licks like a man.
The teenager knew the drill...and he didnt really fight it. I guess he had accepted it by now. Then, in a total surprise, he looked to me though and asked the question I hadnt even thought about: Ah....how many licks are we getting sir?
God, what a question! I had NO IDEA! I hadnt even given it a thought, and I also had no idea what a normal amount was. My mind went blank, and I suddenly wished Chandler was here and I was watching. I started to gasp...just didnt know what to say. The pause was embarrassing, and I was about to stammer something when Maggie saved me. She could see my nervousness, and she said Well...why dont we let Miss Ganter decide....we can end their spankings when shes satisfied they have been sufficiently punished for what they did to her.
Of course, the girls face lit up like a lantern, and both the boys faces turned crimson. I nodded, and then I said Thats a great idea.
I picked up the paddle, and used it to tap the desk as I said: Now, bend over young man....
Then, remembering Chandlers words from some previous paddling session, I said And watch your language....and if you move, I swear Ill start it over until you do it right.
With that, I laid the big wooden paddle directly against the Speedo bathing suit of the teenager in front of me. I tried to sound like Chandler: Spread your legs Strider...I want them out and I want that bottom eager and ready to get the spanking it deserves.
The boy got into position...hands on the desk, his face looking down at the desk. I had the paddle and was gripping it so tight my knuckles were turning white. I slowly slid it back and forth, across his rear, letting him feel the paddle and prepare himself for what was to come. God....he was something, and suddenly I just noticed everything....his body, his ass, the muscles in his back, and the quietness in the room as everyone gawked at the half-naked youth. The fabric of his Speedo was so thin it was almost see-thru, and it really covered nothing of his ass. The boys suit conformed to every curve, and there was really nothing left to the imagination.
His bottom was rounded, and it was sticking up, almost as if it was eagerly waiting to be blistered even if the boy himself was not. You could see the rounded bulge of his scrotum, stuffed in his little suit and up between his legs...the boys balls hanging there in their little pouch and totally visible outlined in the suit. His legs were in that inverted V shape, spread, and the dusting of _s_e_x_ hair that adorned his legs emphasized his youthfulness. His sixteen year old back was wet, and it wasnt from the pool. The boy was sweating, and his armpits were dark and slick and the scent of him was noticeable. God he was scared.
Look at the girl Mr Strider. You know you deserve this, so make sure you look at her and think about the apology you owe her while I give your bottom the lesson it deserves.
The boy looked up then, right at the girl, right at her tits as he waited for the board. As he lifted his head and I finished saying the words, I pulled the paddle back, far, and then as hard as I could I brought it down, the speed so great that it just smashed into his jutting bottom with a crack that reverberated across the room.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK went the paddle.
Water literally sprayed out from the thin material, the dampness in his suit left from the pool splattering out in a mist. The boy gasped and his eyes flushed wide from the pain. Then he just yelled out OH _f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK as loud as he could, and after that he was grabbing his rear end and jumping up and down again and again and again. Then he was just yelling No...oh....NO MORE...oh _s_h_i_t_!!!!! NO MORE MAN!!!!....OH PLEASE.....IT HURTS TOO MUCH! OH PLEASE OH PLEASE...IM BEGGING YOU!!!! MR CHANDLER NEVER HIT ME THAT HARD!
Wow! I felt the power and I liked the feeling as I took the teenager down a notch. Get back into position young man. Im not screwing around here, and you are getting exactly what you deserve. Id suggest in the future that you think about the paddle and try and remember how this feels when you are considering grabbing your balls and making lewd gestures at the ladies. NOW, get back to the desk and get those legs apart, and this time KEEP THEM THERE!
I heard a gasp, and it came from the taller boy who was waiting his turn. I gave him a quick glance, and the look on his face was something thats hard to describe. The fear part was obvious, but there was something more, the way he was watching and staring and looking. His attention was riveted on the perched up bottom of his friend and his mouth was open as he stared.
The red headed youth was on the other side of the desk, next to the girl, and he was staring at the boy being paddled and grinning from ear to ear. I decided to use him so I could get this over with. Looking up at him I said: Mr. McHenry, would you mind please holding the wrists for Mr Strider here? He cant see to hold still for his spanking and I guess hes going to need a little bit of help to get through his well deserved punishment.
God, the fourteen year old red head could have died! His face lit up, and he was almost crazy with his excitement. Then, with a nod of encouragement, he reached out and took a hold of the wrists of Sean Strider. He pulled his arms slightly, and by doing so he dragged the older teenager over the desk, his package resting on the top of the desk and nothing but his tiptoes on the ground. The girl of course had her eyes on it, on his budding manhood, which was small and soft and insignificant now that his ass was on fire.
Sean Strider looked up, right at the boy who was holding him. His face was level with the redheaded teenagers crotch, and only inches from him. With the boy where I wanted him, I looked to Maggie, and she nodded and it was all the encouragement I needed. Once again, I put the big board in motion, and when it hit this time the boy literally screamed.
SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .......................................
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
Oh...OH.....OH GOD......ITS ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the boy yelled. I could see him struggling...trying to pull his arms back and get away...but the freshman was holding him tightly and he was pulling on his arms keeping him in place across the desk. The sixteen year old was on his tiptoes and his legs were flailing as his ass burned like no tomorrow. He was gasping...his eyes wide, and with the hit of the paddle he had moved up, bobbing forward with the hit. As he did so his face momentarily smashed directly into the crotch of the red head kid, just smashed right into him as his ass was pulverized.
I looked around the room. The expressions of the people in that room Ill never forget. Maggie was smiling, a thin smile of satisfaction as the teenager who liked to mess with the girls was getting his due. The Ganter girl was grinning...literally, a huge grin of total satisfaction as she watched the Speedo covered boy jerk and twist as his ass was turned into a furnace. The red headed boy was absolutely spellbound, and as I looked at him I could see that his pants were bulging, a pronounced change and an obvious erection jutting up in his pants. His young prick was outlined there, and it lay sideways, the roundness of the tip visible and easily discernable within the fabric of his pants. He was turned on, and since he had one hand on each of the boys wrists, he wasnt really able to do much about the big boner he was sprouting.
Of course, the face that held the most interest was the face of Paul Lennord. The boy was scared, but he was staring with an intensity that only a youth waiting for his turn can truly understand. The look on his face was intense, as he watched the power of the paddle and the way it was burning the perched up ass of his friend.
I fired off three hits in succession...just as fast as I could, letting the big paddle slam into the boys buttocks without much of an interval between. On the second hit the kid lost it, and the tears flooded out after that. With each hit there was a spray of water, and I had the funny thought that I was drying his suit with Chandlers paddle. When I made the third hit I rotated my wrist slightly and changed my aim. The big board smashed into his Speedo covered ass with an upper cut, which lifted the boy and smeared his face back into the crotch of the red head once again. He grunted that time, and the tears flowed like a babys while I made him literally kiss McHenrys boner.
He was screaming then, hysterically....begging...pulling his arms hard and trying to pull them free of the red headed teenagers grasp. He was desperate to cover his bottom, to squirm his way out of the paddles path, and yet as he struggled and squirmed and begged I didnt care. Finally, after the last trio of blows, I paused, and said to Lisa Ganter: Well young lady, do you think Mr. Strider has learned his lesson?
She was sitting in the chair, staring at his face which was only a few inches away. She was looking at it, and the way it was still only inches from the crotch of the red headed boy. I could see that Strider was staring at it now, at the boys crotch, staring right at his boner and the bulge in his pants. The girl slowly smiled as she looked at me, and then back to the boy, and then she said Wellllll, I...I think Id like to hear his apology and then I can let you know.
I didnt hesitate. Mr Strider, Id suggest you give this girl an apology, NOW!
He was crying.....hard...his chest heaving as he pumped out the tears. Still, he tried to say something. Whaaaaaaa, oh....whaaaaa...it hurts....oh _s_h_i_t_........we didnt mean it........please......oh archhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...sniff...oh..........whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
She looked at me and said without blinking an eye: I think he needs a few more....I dont think his bottom is red enough yet to get him to apologize properly.
I smiled, and Maggie looked concerned. Then she nodded, and put up two fingers. The boy looked shocked, staring at the girl, and just as he said NO!!!!!!! I roared back with the paddle, and then just brought it into the teenager so hard that it literally smashed his bottom.....ripping into his round little bottom with a fury that defies description.
The water sprayed again and the youth screamed.
YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW he yelled as he bucked his hips and ground his pouch into the desk.
OH GOD..OH GOD....OH DEAR GOD............. Im SORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!!!!!!! he screamed.
As I pulled the paddle back again, for my last hit, I noticed several things which I hadnt noticed before. For one thing, Gary McHenry entire face was lit up, and his freckled face was grinning from ear to ear. His boner was even longer, and more pronounced now, and the entire front of his pants was just jutting. He had a big dick, especially for a fourteen year old, and the way it was laying across his crotch there wasnt much left to imagine. The very end of it, where the big round head was pushing out his pants, was damp and a small spot of wetness was visible on his slacks.
The boy I was paddling was staring right at it, right at the crotch of the red headed teenager who was still holding his wrists. I knew he had to see it, had to be aware of it, and yet with the girls in the room I didnt say anything. But the boy I was paddling had been getting his face shoved into the crotch with every hit, and so there was little doubt he HAD to know that the freshman holding his wrists was hard as a piece of steel. The contrast between the two teenage boys was stark. The freckled-faced red head was all smiles, stiff and hard and eager, while the black haired youth with the burning bubble butt was crying like a baby, and if he even had a dick it had shrunk to nothing as his ass burned.
Right now Strider was just bawling like a baby, and yet he was bobbing his ass up and down, grinding his hips into Chandlers desk as he bobbed and weaved trying to escape from the movements of the paddle. He was squirming, pulling on his wrists and I guess desperate to free himself from the burn. I stared at him and I enjoyed his misery. He was lifting his left leg up, then his right...stomping the ground in a useless exercise to try and alleviate the fire that his bottom had become.
Maggie was holding a single finger up, and I nodded and put the paddle in motion one more time.
I burned it into him then, just straight across his ass, right into the flesh mounds of his bottom one last time, a cracking blow that slammed the teenager down prostate across the desk. He screamed ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as I hit him, and then suddenly he was just grunting, the tears flowing like a river. I left him there, his ass squirming left and right and up and down on Chandlers desk, well paddled, a teenage rear that was almost blistered. He just kept whimpering Im sorry...oh I am...Im sorry......no more...PLEASE...no more...oh...OH OHHHHHHH...oh PLEASE NO MORE!
I grabbed him by his shoulder and his Speedo...there wasnt anything else to grab a hold of when I lifted him up and off the desk. As I jerked him up by his suit it formed a wedgy, the material crawling right up his hot little ass and exposing the two bright red cheeks of his teenage butt. Of course, by lifting him by his suit I was crushing his package at the same time but that wasnt my intention and it didnt matter. I wasnt expecting to see what I did, and as I pulled him up the red headed kid started to laugh. As I did so I could see the little puddle on the desktop, and when I glanced to the front of his suit I could see it was wet with his urine. So, he had pissed his pants with my paddling! Chandler would be proud of me for this one and I knew it would be fun to tell him!
I sent the boy to the corner by the window, so he could look out the open blinds and stare at the kids outside. Of course, more than a few were looking up, where the sounds had come from, and Im sure they enjoyed watching the Strider kid crying like a baby in his wet little Speedo. He looked funny there, standing in the corner like a bad little boy, the two red cheeks of his ass on display for all of us. God his ass was red! As I was looking at him I noticed his Speedo was totally dry in the rear. I had literally paddled the water out of it, and there wasnt any doubt that his ass, which he continued to tighten and relax, tighten and relax, was obviously just radiating the heat like a griddle. He squirmed, and for a long while he whimpered like a well paddled little boy.
I turned my attention to the tall boy, Paul Leonord. When I looked at him I was totally surprised. I hadnt given him much thought as I was paddling his friend, and so I wasnt expecting the change that had taken place. The boy was still standing there, his eyes on his friends ass. What caught my attention though was the front of his Speedo suit...it was tented straight out and his _c_o_c_k_ was pushing it out so far that there was almost a four inch gap at the top of his suit...and from where I was standing I could look right into it and see his pubic hair, and the shaft of his _c_o_c_k_. The circumcised end was jammed into the nylon of the suit...straight out in front of him and literally jutting into the material. You could see the round end, big, circular, and a single drop of his fluid had formed a wet spot at the tip.
Lisa Ganter couldnt help herself, and she put what we were seeing into words: Hes popped a boner Mr Brown....GOD thats GROSS!
And so he had. Hard, stiff, eager....his _c_o_c_k_ so hard that it jutted like a piece of steel. There wasnt any way it was gong to fit in his suit. No way in hell—he had literally grown right out of it. As he looked at his dick, he said Oh..OH GOD. I..I cant help it!
The color of his face was so red it matched the color of his friends ass. I said FIX IT THEN....NOW! The boy reached down, into his swim suit, and while everyone watched he grabbed his dick and tried to reposition it so it wasnt jutting out at a ninety degree angle. At first he tried to push his dick downward, but it was too stiff and I guess it hurt too much. Once he realized that wasnt going to work, he pulled it up instead, laying his dick in his swim suit so it was standing vertical, slightly off to the left side so he could keep it within his suit. At least it was covered now, although the entire outline of his teenage _c_o_c_k_ was suddenly obvious and visible to everyone. Still, at least his suit was flat against his stomach again and he was at least covered, even though his prick and his balls were standing tall, visible and pronounced, and exposed in another way almost as if they were on a display.
The boys prick was about seven inches, and it literally stuffed the front of his suit. It wasnt that thick though, but still it was eager and stiff. The end of it was outlined perfectly in the nylon, and it was big and it flared. The girl was staring at it, and so was the red headed youth next to her.
I made him put his hands on the desk, and then perch his bottom up for the paddle. I saw the expression change on the girls face, and the red headed kid beside her burst out laughing. I glanced from the side, and saw that the boys _c_o_c_k_head had popped out the top of his suit, and it was flared and purple and just bulging with desire. The kid that it belonged to was just totally and absolutely humiliated and yet, like every teenage male, he wasnt in control of his dick and there wasnt anything he could do as it betrayed him.
I was staring right at his ass.....the blond hairs on his legs that ran right up and into his suit. His ass was tight and round, and his thin teenage tall legs were oh-so-perfect. His back was sweating, and it glistened. As I studied his legs and his back and his hair, I let my eyes linger on his ass and the thin Speedo he was wearing.
I noticed a crease in his bathing suit that ran across the middle of his ass. It probably got into the nylon of his suit as he was manipulating his manhood. I didnt care why it was there, but I didnt want it getting in the way of things, and with the end of his dick sticking out of the suit already, I knew it was time to do something. For a brief second, I wished he had pants on. I reached out and grabbed the thin material of his suit, at the waistband, and then I gave it a sharp pull upward, jerking it high which smoothed out the wrinkle and covered his prick at the same time. However, by doing that, I had pulled his suit so hard that it was half way up his ass, and like his friend across the room, it had become wedged into the crack of his butt. The bottom of his ass was just exposed then, but I figured that was better than his dick sticking out, and it made his ass just easier to paddle. I had to smile as I looked at him, his bottom eager, exposed, and his _c_o_c_k_ hard in his swim team Speedo.
I laid the paddle up against his ass, and rubbed it side to side so he could feel it there. He gasped, and said OH GOD...OH SIR......oh PLEASE DONT PADD......
SWISSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
I laid the board into the boy and the pain cut off his begging like a knife cuts butter. He screamed, bucked his hips, and then he was jumping up and down and up and down. He jumped up so fast it surprised everyone, and then after that he was just a blur of teenage boy, jumping up and down and rubbing his ass like it was on fire. As he hopped up and down he was blabbering like a child.
OH...OH YEOW...OH _d_a_m_n_...IT HURTS IT HURTS! OH _s_h_i_t_...OH _s_h_i_t_......_d_a_m_n_...OH PLEASE..........
Get back into position Mr Leonord. This has hardly started.
The boy was whimpering...and he sucked in his snot and stared at me with a look of disbelief. His boner was gone. Totally gone, and his thin dick that had been so hard just seconds before was now shrunk to nothing. His eyes were wet, and a few tears were running down his face. He stared, and then, he slowly went back to the desk, and put himself back into position. This time I nodded and the fourteen year old red head grabbed his wrists, holding him in position across the desk with his ass perched up and waiting. I could sense the fear then, in the boy with the bright red butt. I used that moment to put things in motion once again.
SWISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
This time the paddle ripped into his ass so hard that it flashed red and was so bright it shone. He grunted, and pulled hard but the red head held him fast. He gasped, and looked back, over his shoulder, at me and the paddle. OH PLEASE SIR......NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!!!
I said LOOK AT THE GIRL BOY......LOOK AT HER! NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO SHOW OFF YOUR PACKAGE REMEMBER THIS PADDLE!
As I said that I was moving the paddle, and as the boy turned his head back to the girl and his gaze fell upon her tits I ripped the paddle into his perched up ass one more time.
YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! OH GOD...OH GOD.....OH GOD MY ASS IS ON FIRE!!!!!!!
I swung it again, without any hesitation, and then one more time, letting the three hits burn into his soul. He bucked his hips, screamed, and then starting bawling like a six year old. The tears flooded out of his face...and his ass bounced and jerked. The freshman pulled harder on his wrists, and the boy being paddled fell onto the desk and started to kick....swinging his feat in a scissors as he tried to stop the burn. I almost laughed.
It was obvious that the paddle hits were tearing the boy apart, and he was jerking and pulling and struggling much harder than his friend had done. Its amazing how two youths can be so different, and this one just seemed to melt under the burn. There was no resistance left, and the tears were just flowing like a flood, pouring out of his eyes and the two exposed cheeks of his ass were so bright red they looked like two overripe tomatoes.
I looked to Mrs. Gunter, and she had her hand up, the palm flat and I took the cue. The boy was crying then even harder...the tears flowing down his face and literally onto the desk. He sucked his snot in.....then did it again....his tears falling like rain as he heaved and whimpered. Still the snot was hanging out his nose as he bawled like a baby. I let it go for a few minutes.....and rested the paddle against his ass and let him feel the board and wonder when it would come again.
Then I spoke to him: Give the girl an apology mister...NOW!
He looked up at her....staring at her and her big tits. He had to struggle to get out the words: OH...Im SORRY LISA....OH _s_h_i_t_...OH GOD I AM SORRY...I AM. OH LISA MY ASS....OH _s_h_i_t_ IT HURTS.....PLEASE, NO MORE.....PLEASE TELL HIM NO MORE!
Lisa Ganter looked at him, and then at me. Finally, she said Yeah.....he looks like hes sorry.....although hes probably only sorry he got paddled.
The tears were flowing out of the boys eyes...running out in a flood, and the big lanky teenager was just bawling like a little boy, a well spanked little boy. I decided to swing the board one final time, and so I looked to Maggie to get her approval, but she was shaking her head and calling it off. I dont know...but his ass was REALLY red, almost as if it had been painted. The exposed cheeks that werent covered by his suit were so bright red they looked like painted circles....and one of them even sported a few small white spots. God..had I blistered his ass? Im not stupid, and so I stopped....but I cant describe the feeling and how much I wanted to burn his ass again just one more time. I started to understand why Chandler liked doing it so much.
Instead, I stared at his flaming bottom, and noticed that his suit was just as dry as his friends. Who would have thought that a paddle could dry a boys rear end that way? I could sense everyone was waiting for me to say something, so I pulled the boy up and off the desk, and then, I walked him over to the window by his friend with one hand on the back of his Speedo and the other on his shoulder.
As I did so I looked out, and there were about twenty-five faces staring up from the outdoor basketball court below. The two paddled boys were still crying....and their hands were back on their rears now, rubbing them. Outside the kids began to laugh, and I had to smile too. I turned the boys around, so I could look them both in the eyes. Of course, that exposed their bright red cheeks to the crowd outside, their bathing suits crawling up their cracks like imitations of some kind of perverse g-string. I couldnt have cared less.
OK LEONORD.........STRIDER, IM DONE HERE. IM DONE WITH BOTH OF YOU. YOU TWO GET BACK TO GYM CLASS AND GET DRESSED. AND DONT EVER LET ME SEE EITHER ONE OF YOU BACK HERE AGAIN!
They both just ran out of the office then, perhaps to try and get away from the paddle and the witnesses and the memory of what had happened. Maggie went too, followed by the girl. I was so proud of myself, the way I had handled it, and I didnt have to worry Id get labeled a softy. I smiled. I had done well. The red headed boy lingered, for a minute, and just before he too walked out the door he turned to me and said Ah...sir....thanks for letting me be in here.
The cute fourteen year old was staring right at me, with a look that went straight into me, and it caught my attention and I gasped. God. I sensed something, and yet I couldnt put it into words. His eyes sparkled, and I noticed his face was smooth and he probably had yet to shave. His erection was still in his pants, and I looked at it and the boy saw my eyes look there. He didnt flinch, and instead he grinned from ear to ear. I smiled and then I said: I see you enjoyed yourself. Have a good day Gary.
I expected him to blush, but he didnt. Instead, he looked at me, and then he answered: Thanks Mr. Brown. Yeah...it was hot. He looked down then, at my pants and at my crotch, and for a second the tip of his tongue appeared between his lips. Then he looked back up to my face, locking eyes. He flashed his big smile then, and without another word, he walked out of the office. I looked down, and noticed it then, the bulge in my own pants obvious and visible. There was a small dark circle where the tip of my prick was, and then OH GOD my face flushed as red as a well-paddled bottom.
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