Well lets start off by saying as a child, I was not very well balanced. At six years old I was butt _f_u_c_k_ed by my eleven-year-old cousin, though this was _s_e_x_ for him, it was only a nasty game to me. I had been on the receiving end of _s_e_x_ until I was sixteen, but only with boys and later on in my mid-teens with men. But then this story is about my Spanking Experience, not my _s_e_x_ life. This is just one of many experiences.
My father was a boarder line alcoholic, and my mother worked for the government. They were wrapped up in their own bull_s_h_i_t_, and with two brothers and a sister, all older than me, not wanting to be bothered with a baby brother, I was almost screaming out for some affection, any affection. My grades in school more than sucked rocks, I would normally get D's and F's. I went to a Lutheran School where the student body was 300, for grades, first through eighth. The teachers were aloud to spank us; they would use a paddle. There were three ways of get a spanking.
First. The teacher would take the student out in the hall or teacher's lounge.
Second. The Principle would take the student to his office or the lounge.
Third and worst. The student would be sent to the Pastors office, the man was a sadist. When he stuck the child, his feet would leave the ground with each hit. Your ass would be sore for days. And to make things even worst, if I was sent to the principal or the pastor, they would call my dad and I would get a lot more of the same at home only with a belt. There aren't any hard feelings about my folks now, but at the time, I wish they would have taken the time just to hear my side of the story, instead of believing every adult who said I was a brat.
It was in my sixth grade year, when the principal was my science teacher, that I was caught cheating on a test. I was called to his office, when I entered he had our test sheets on his desk. As I walked in, he looked up and just stared. Not a word was spoken, for what I thought to be hours, he just stared.
"_d_i_c_k_ie, why don't you have a seat?" The man said his eyes narrow and his face beat red.
"Oh my God." I thought, " I'm really in for it now. He's never looked this mad before." You see the man's voice was so calm and quite, I could tell he was holding back. He picked up my paper and handed it to me.
"Now before you say, you didn't cheat. I suggest you don't!"
His hands were folded on his desk, his eyes never left me and even seemed to be more intense. I remember beginning to shake before I answered him; the tears were beginning to swell in my eyes. A lump was in my throat and I couldn't say anything at first.
"I'm sorry." In a low whisper was all I could muster. The tears were flowing by now, I knew I was going to get a lot of spankings today, at school and at home.
The man slammed his hand on his desk so hard; I almost jumped from my chair and ran out the door. But I stayed seated and just stared at my test sheet in my lap. He stared and was so quite, I was becoming more afraid by the second.
"Maybe I'll be expelled!" I thought. "OH CHRIST NO!"
In a quite voice the principal said to me. "I don't know what to do _d_i_c_k_ie. I know the problems you are having at home, with your father. But he has told me if I spank you I have to call him."
"Please don't!" I begged him. "P-Please d-don't tell him. I-I'll do anything. Please!" Tears were flowing; I was beginning to stutter and choke on that lump in my throat.
Although I thought he was as mad as he could have been, I was wrong, I just made it worst. "First you cheat on my test! Now you want me to lie and break MY world to you father! Do you understand why you're here?!" The principal yelled. "You are here because of your lying! Because of your cheating! And because you can't seem to understand that you have a responsibility to your family, to your school, and yourself! You have done nothing but daydream and let everything else in your life fall to the way side!" All this while he was standing, leaning over his desk, toward me, I was sitting straight back in my chair, my eyes as wide as they could be, scared _s_h_i_t_less.
He sat back down, looking at the papers in front of him on his desk. For the longest time he just starred at the papers. Then finally he spoke again just as quietly as before. "I won't tell your father or any member of your family. But you will do exactly as I say, you will take your licks the way I say, and if I have to, you will be spanked every day from now to when you graduate in two years, if that 's what it takes to get your grades up!" He said these words while pounding his fists with each word, standing back up again. "You will straighten up your act! I am the only person you will ever have to worry about, because you will not be aloud to settle for D's anymore. You will do your best, or by God, you won't be able to walk let alone sit!" The man sat back in his chair and looked me straight in the eye, and then in a quiet voice again he asked, " Do we have an understanding?" The quiet tone in his voice and the intense look in his eyes told me that this was not a choice.
"Yessir." Was all I could whisper.
"After school today I want to see you. Go to the old school house and wait for me there. I'm going to give you your test again and if you don't get at least a 'B', you will be getting a spanking! I suggest you spend every free moment studying. Go back to class and don't say a word to anybody, the last thing I need is for anyone to know that I'm giving you a second chance! Do you understand?" He said while shuffling the test sheets on his desk.
"Yessir." I whispered, I left my sheet on his desk walked out of his office. I felt he was giving me a break, letting me retake my test, and didn't want anybody else to know. So I said nothing to anybody, not even my brother who also went to this school.
The 'old school house' was just that. It was built in 1902 and was use for storage of files and books now. The building wasn't very big and only had a few rooms in it. I guessed that I was to be tested there so no one would know of this second chance that the principal was giving me. Like I said I wasn't very well balanced, any other kid would have pounded his books and studied like mad to pass this test. I had the book open, I read the book's chapters, but I didn't concentrate and I retained nothing.
At the end of the day I went to the old school house and waited by the door, my face buried in my book but I wasn't concentrating. When Principal Smith walked up he was digging his keys out of his pockets; he had his briefcase with him but not the paddle. I thought that maybe he forgot about the spanking part of the deal. Hey! I was a kid, I could dream.
He opened the door and let me in, as we entered I could smell all the dust and the musty odor that is usually in an old unused building. I heard him locking the door behind us; I turn to him to watch.
"I've been studying real hard." I said hopping that I could score some brownie points.
"Perhaps if you studied real hard before we wouldn't be here now." His voice was just as quite as before, and he didn't even look down at me, he just turned and went into one of the old classrooms.
As I walked in behind him I saw that the room was dusty, desks were all piled in a corner, and piles of file boxes were everywhere. He cleared off the old teacher's desk and told me to get a desk from the pile and put it in front of the chalkboard. As I walked over to the desks I saw an old sofa with file boxes on top of it.
"_d_i_c_k_ie, before you get your desk, clean off that sofa please." Principal Smith said as he was cleaning off the teacher's desk he was going to be using.
I did as I was told and put the boxes on the floor, then I grabbed a desk and pulled it across the room to the chalkboard. I was going to ask him now what, but before I could say anything, he came toward me.
"Have a seat son."
I sat with my back to his desk and my face toward the chalkboard. The man walked up behind me and laid the test on my desk. "Let me know when you're finished. I suggest you check you answers before you hand them in." With that he went back to his desk and pulled up his briefcase to do his own work.
I knew within minutes that I wasn't going to pass. Almost every question drew a blank; I was really beginning to sweat. Time went on as I answered all the questions, mostly guessing, when he walked up behind me and grabbed my book bag.
"How's it going _d_i_c_k_ie?" He asked as he looked over my shoulder.
"I'm in trouble. I don't understand any of the questions, but I read the chapter! I did! I swear I did! I guess I'm just stupid." This was said in a more pouting voice then it should have been, I looked up at the man as he was reading over my shoulder.
"Yep! You're in trouble. I can see five questions wrong already. And you just bought yourself another set of spankings, for telling me you're stupid when I know you're not." The man turned to walk to his desk with my book bag in tow. My heart sank like a rock, I looked around the room for a paddle I didn't know of, knowing there were to be a spanking there had to be a paddle.
"What are you looking for?" Principal Smith asked as he put my book bag down on his desk.
My voice was so quite I was amazed that the man even heard me. "I'm looking for the paddle, sir."
You have to understand there was only one paddle in the school, it was the weapon of choice.
"I don't need a paddle to get my point across with you son." The man said while waving an arm toward the sofa.
I walked over to the sofa and froze in my tracks. "No! You're not going to use a belt! Please don't! Please!" I just stood and stared at the man who was still by the desk, who had done nothing but stand and wait for me to reach the sofa.
"No belt. This time." The principal began to walk toward me; he laid a hand on my shoulder and said real soft, as he bent over so we were face to face. "You will take you britches and underwear off, and you will lay across my lap, and I will spank you with my hand until I am finished with your first sets of spankings."
I began to shake. No teacher has ever spanked bare butt before. Except when the coach caught some kids in the shower goofing off, then the whole school knew about it. My voice was horse and to say I was scared would be an understatement. "Please don't!" I begged.
"When I'm finished you will go the chalkboard and write twenty five times I AM NOT STUPID. When that is done come to my desk and we will work on your other problems." He was silent as he looked into my pleading eyes. "This is not a choice son. Do you understand me?"
"Yessir." Was all I could choke out of my mouth as I felt that lump forming again.
The man walked by me and sat on the sofa with his big arms resting along the back of it waiting for me. "Well _d_i_c_k_ie get on with it." His voice was as calm as ever, almost like he wasn't mad, but I knew better.
Most people who spanked me before would have been yelling at me, grabbing me, and even forcing my pants down. They wouldn't wait for me, or talk so calmly. I knew I had no way out and like I said before I was use to dropping my pants for people. But not the principal or the teachers, I was about to beg again when he held his hand up to quite me.
"If you beg me one more time, I will take a belt across you bare bottom." He laid his arm back down on the sofa and waited for me.
I kicked off my shoes and began to unbuckle my belt, I looked at the principal though my tear soaked eyes, but I knew there was nothing else I could say or do to stop this. I unfasten my pants and pushed them down to the floor, I could feel the cool air in the room, it was fall and the furnace in the building wasn't set too high, only enough to keep the pipes from freezing. I stepped out of my pants and began to walk to him, when he stopped me.
"I said your underwear too son."
I stuck my fingers into the waistband pushed them down. I could feel the cool air on my bottom it felt really weird, and raised memories of the nasty games I would play with the guys. But this wasn't a game. As I stepped to him he spread his legs apart and laid his hand on my shoulder, he pushed lightly forcing me to be laid across his lap. My bottom was up across one leg while my upper body was across the other, my head laid on the arm of the sofa and even hung over it a little. One hand was on my butt while the other came up and began to message my shoulder to relax me.
"How many am I going to get sir?" My voice was so low, I was afraid to tick him off again.
"I don't know son. It depends on you." SLAP! Came the first of many hits to come. "I'll know when I'm done." SLAP!
Each of the hits was placed on one cheek then the other. I clenched my bottom anticipating the next slap. It didn't come at first.
"I want you to loosen up your bottom, _d_i_c_k_ie."
I didn't understand. "What?"
"Stop clenching your muscles back there, loosen up." The man still wasn't yelling, his voice was still as calm as ever.
"I can't. It's going to hurt." I was crying, like the man shot my dog.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Theses last smacks hurts worst than the others each one harder than the last.
"Owe!! Pleeasse noo!!" My body tighten up with each blow I was really scared by how many more like those last three I was going to get.
"Now son loosen up you bottom or you'll be getting more like the last three." His voice was sterner now than before. I tried to but I couldn't relax enough.
"How? I can't!" I sobbed.
All this while his hand was caressing my bottom, while his other was massaging my shoulder. "Spread your legs a little and then push your bottom up." I did as he said.
SLAP! Came the next hit, this one was not as hard as the last three, but it still hurt enough for me to cry out in pain.
"Loosen your bottom, _d_i_c_k_ie. I getting tired of telling you."
"I'm trying, but it's hard." My voice was squeaking, I was choking, and I couldn't control my breathing anymore. In short, I was in a panic.
"Son, the longer it takes you to loosen up for you spanks, the longer you'll going to be spanked!"
I closed my eyes and tried real hard to relax my bottom, like I did when the paperboy stuck his _d_i_c_k_ into my butt. I pushed back up with my waist almost having my waist leave his lap.
SLPAP! "That's better son. When you do it right that's when you'll get it. Alright?" He sounded almost proud that I was able to loosen up for a spank.
"Yessir." I sobbed.
SLAP! I pushed back up. SLAP! I pushed back up, and so on. This went on forever, or more like fifteen minutes. I was so wore out I couldn't cry out anymore, I just made a moaning sound. Sweat fell down my face as the last blow came. I was so weak I couldn't move, I just lay there across Principal Smith's lap crying. The man was rubbing my sore butt, not once did he tell me I was bad or that he didn't know what to do with me, he just sat there letting me cry while he rubbed my bottom. My crying began to subside.
"Are you alright now son?" He asked in his clam voice.
"Yes sir." I was still sobbing.
"Then go to the chalkboard and start writing. I'll be looking over your other assignments from your other classes." He patted my bottom to get me up. As I walked to the chalkboard he called me.
"Aren't you going to get your pants _d_i_c_k_ie?" I looked back and he had a smile on.
"I thought you were going to spank me some more for saying I was stupid?" I sniffed.
"Well you could get dressed still." I could tell he thought it was funny that I didn't put on my pants.
"My jeans rub and it hurts after a spanking. Do I have to put them on now?" The truth is that after a spanking I liked the cool air on my buns.
"No you don't. Now go on do your writing." He was saying as he got up from the sofa and headed to his desk.
I turned to the chalkboard and began to write 'I AM NOT STUPPID' my twenty-five times. I would reach high on the board to write, when I did this my shirt tail would lightly rub my sore butt, it was getting my _d_i_c_k_ pretty hard, and the cool air did feel great but I was still half crying. After my fifth line, I heard Mr. Smith begin to chuckle.
"_d_i_c_k_ie. Spelling does count."
I looked over my shoulder and could see Mr. Smith looking at me with his hand over his mouth as is to suppress a laugh; his face was even a little red. I looked back at the board; wiped my face of the tears that were almost gone now; I didn't understand. "What?"
"There's only one P in stupid."
I blushed bright red with embarrassment I honestly thought there were two P's. Mr. Smith busted out laughing, and pretty soon I was too.
"Change your mistakes and keep on writing." The man was shaking his head and turning his attention back to my other assignments.
"Yes sir." I was feeling better now, not so much like I was a bad person, a feeling most kids have after a spanking.
When I had finished I went to his desk. "I'm done sir."
The man was reading my math homework from yesterday. "You don't know how to work fractions?" He looked up at me, he wasn't mad, just asking.
"No sir." Oh god not more spanks, was all I could think of.
"Come here." He pushed himself away from the desk and turned his seat side ways and spread his legs enough for me to stand between them. As I stood between his legs he placed his hand under my shirttail, rested his hand on my bare bottom, and then turned me to face the desk. He then began to explain how fractions worked and walked me though yesterday's mistakes, he didn't spank just told me how the math problems worked, all the while he kept rubbing my bottom. I found it soothing. Next he reached for my spelling book.
"I see you have a test on Friday. So tomorrow I'll give you a quiz on your words, so study them tonight also. I want you to bring me your math homework in the morning so I can check it over for you too." All this time he still had his hand on my bottom, and I was feeling very much loved. "Now get your science book and notebook, and come over to the sofa."
I lean on to the desk to get my books from my book bag, he stood up and went over to the sofa and sat in the same place as before, with his arms on the back of the sofa waiting for me. When I walked over he spread his legs as before and patted his lap, basically telling me to lie across his lap again. I sighed. I placed the books on the table at the end of the sofa, I moved around to lie across his lap. I spread my legs a little and push my bottom up to receive the first blow, but it never came.
"Now pick up your book and turn to the right chapter." His hand was on my shoulder messaging it, while the other was back on my rump messaging it as well.
I reached over for the book and opened it. "Now read the first paragraph out loud."
I read the paragraph then stopped. "Now. What was the topic?" He was speaking as before, like at the desk when he was helping me understand my math problems
I remember taking a wild guess that earned me two hard slaps on my butt. I tighten up and looked over my shoulder at him. His hands were now messaging me again. "Read the paragraph again _d_i_c_k_ie and this time pay attention." I did as he said.
"What was the topic?" He asked his hands stopped moving as if waiting to spank me some more. I gave him a real answer this time.
"Why?" His hands were still not moving.
I thought of my answer and gave it to him; I found my answer to be right when his hand began messaging me again.
"Now write that now in your notebook."
I reached over for my notebook and did as I was told. I laid the notebook down and then reached over for my textbook. All this time I was still lying across the man's lap.
"Now read the next paragraph, and do the same as before."
This went on for most of the chapter; I was only spanked if my answer was obviously wrong. After about fifteen minutes of this he told me to put my book on the floor. I leaned over and did as I was told. I waited there with his hands messaging my butt and shoulders, finally it started.
SLAP! "Owwe!" I cried out.
"So you think your stupid?" SLAP! "Owwe!!"
"Well I'll tell you what." SLAP! "You might have felt stupid." SLAP! "But I'll bet your butt's feeling pretty SMART about now." SLAP!
"Ouch! I didn't mean it like that!" SLAP!
"No you meant for me to feel sorry for you!" SLAP! "Didn't you?" SLAP! "Well?" SLAP!
"I'm sorrrry! Ouch! Please I'm sorry!" SLAP!
"Not yet your not." SLAP!
With each slap I had to push my bottom up for the next one. This went on for some time, then finally it ended.
"Don't ever try to make anybody feel sorry for you, that's for losers." His hands were messaging me again as I lay there bawling. After a few more minutes my crying was subsiding.
"It's time I take you home. Are you ready?"
"Yes sir. Why are you taking me?" I asked while trying to stand back up, my knees were a little weak and my bottom was throbbing with so much heat. I swear you could have fried an egg on it.
"Because I told your folks I would bring you home. I told them that I was tutoring you after school this week, and that I would drop you off on my way home." He stood up and went to his desk to get his briefcase.
I finished dressing and retrieved my book bag; I walked to the man who was waiting by the door for me.
"Did they sound mad?" I was awful worried that I would get more spanks when I got home. I guess he could tell this by the tone in my voice.
"Don't worry _d_i_c_k_ie, I talked to your mother and told her that you needed some added help for now. And I asked that you not be punished, that I wanted to help you."
I looked up after putting on my jacket and saw he was smiling at me. He wasn't mad at all, every other adult who has ever spanked me always stayed mad and would keep telling me how bad I was. But he wasn't mad. He put his hand on my shoulder and lead me out of the building to his car, all the while telling me how he expected me to study tonight for tomorrows test, or I would get more spanks. Like a good puppy, I just kept saying I would, and kept looking up at his face. The man just spanked the _s_h_i_t_ outta me, and I felt I was walking with my best friend. As we drove home it was pretty cold by now, so I moved closer to him to stay warm, he placed his arm around me and gave me the longest hug all the way home.
To finish this story, the next day I did pass the test with an '-A'. This excited me so much; I had never gotten an 'A' on anything before let alone a test. The torturing continued for the next two and a half years, because I wanted it to. During the week we would start off with a test or assignment then any punishment I might deserve for being bad to anybody else or to Principal Smith. On Fridays we would go to the old school house and begin with the spankings, after the spankings, we would go to a corner-dug store that had a soda fountain in it. Inside we would have a sundae and talk about the week at school, or home, or sports. In short this man became my greatest friend and mentor, not once did he make any _s_e_x_ual advances to me, like I said more than once, I was no stranger to _s_e_x_ and the tricks used. I know there had to be some kind _s_e_x_ual feeling he was getting, looking back on it, but he never took advantage of it. This is why I feel he was the single most important person in my childhood.
This was my first attempt at writing. Was it worth it? Should I keep my day job?
_d_i_c_k_ie.