The following story is true, it actually happened to me.
The thing I dreaded about going into Junior High School was the thought of group showers. Then I found out that in swimming class, the boys didn't wear swimsuits. The thought of being naked for a whole hour was really bothering me.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I was going to try to avoid this. The first day of P. E., I discreetly avoided showering. The first two days of swimming, I forged a note from my mother, that I was to be excused due to just recovering from bronchitis. I pulled this off for a week, then I cut class on the third day of swimming. Our coach must have been getting wise to me by now. He showed up at my last class of the day. I sunk in my chair as now it was apparent that I WAS in school that day. After speaking to my American History Teacher, he came down the aisle, right to my desk, and said I was to go with him. I was basically a good kid in school, never got in trouble, so this had me shaking.
We walked down to the locker room, and right into his office, where he produced the two forged notes, which he knew all along that I had written. Skipping class was the last straw, and I was informed that this behavior was going to end right now. He called my mother and told her that I would have to stay after school due to skipping his class. I was to swim with the High School swimming team.
He told me to go to my locker, strip off my clothes, and come back to his office. I was trembling at this thought, but obediently did this. I felt so uncomfortable walking naked into his office. I was 12 years old, hadn't gone through puberty yet, and was a little chubby which made me uncomfortable with my body. I had the little boy look, kind of like baby fat.
I didn't know what to do with my hands, but tried to cover myself. He next pulled out a hard plastic paddle from a desk drawer. My eyes must have looked like circles as he instructed my to bend over at his desk. I am now feeling completely humiliated. I both hear and feel a loud whack across my bare behind. I was spanked at home sometimes, but never felt anything like this. Another WHACK, and my bottom feels like it's on fire. I don't remember how many, at least 15 whacks. By now my face was as red as my butt.
Next I had to wait in the locker room as the swimming team came in. These were all high school guys whose bodies had already developed. My first naked swimming class was going to be with these guys! Some of them wore speedos, and some swam naked, but I was the one who was really noticed. I took a lot of teasing about my bright red fanny. Since I couldn't swim well, I had to spend most of the time poolside. How much easier it would have been if I'd just gone to class like the rest of the guys.
When I got home, my dad was furious about me cutting class. He always said if a teacher ever had to spank me, I'd get a worse one when I got home. Well, he kept his word, but it wasn't near the spanking I got in that locker room. He used his hand across the seat of my pants.
You can be sure that I never forged a note or skipped that class again.