I can't really explain why, but I liked to get on Mr. Thompson's nerves. Whenever there was an opportunity, I was bold and talked back. Because of his patience in this and other matters, he was my favourtie teacher. I made many (good !) jokes on his expense, and I didn't think that it hurt him so much. One day I should learn how wrong I was.
I once more had said something against him, and he told me to stay after the lesson because he wanted to talk to me. He lectured me about my behaviour and my big mouth, and as always I didn't take him seriously and talked back. Then, Mr. Thompson asked me if the reason for me being the clown of the class was that I wanted to impress the girls, and if I didn't have anything else to impress them. I got angry, and my reaction went too far.
I had known from my big brother Joey that Mr. Thompson's wife had left him for another; her new one was the big brother of a friend of Joey's. I used this knowledge and said to Mr. Thompson: "I have enough things to impress anybody, but you don't, I suppose. At least, I've heared your wife left you - weren't you good enough in bed ?"
He suddenly grabbed my arm, turned me around, and gave me three quick slaps on the ass. "This - SMACK! - went - SMACK! - too far!" - SMACK! I escaped and went one step back. We both were surprised, and he looked like the personified bad conscience. "You know that you're not allowed to do that", I said and left. I wanted to make him think that I went to the principal, although not for a single second I intended to do so. I knew that I only got something I deeply deserved and besides, I didn't want to lose him as a teacher because I really liked him. I hid behind the stairs and waited.
Five minutes later, he came out of the room and went directly to the principal's. I caught him at the door: "I wouldn't go in there", I said.
- "At least, I would like to explain my point of view", he answered.
- "Don't explain your point of view about a story principal Daniels doesn't even know about."
- "What do you mean by that ? Didn't you.... ?"
- "No, I didn't say a word."
- "Why ? You've got the opportunity to kick your most hated teacher out of here, Then, I'm not gonna get on your nerves anymore. Or do you even want to blackmail me ?"
Boy, that guy was mad at me. Now, it was me who had a god_d_a_m_n_ bad conscience. I knew he was right to be so angry. "I'm not gonna say anything because I think I've done enough to you and because I don't hate you at all. What you did showed me that my behaviour hurt you more than I thought and I feel sorry. You gave me something I'm afraid I deserved and I got the message. I promise I'll behave better from now on." With that, I left, leaving a surprised Mr. Thompson behind.
The next morning, the principal came to me during the second lesson and said he wanted to talk to me. He brought me to his office and told me to sit down. "Did anything happen yesterday you want to tell me ?" he asked.
- "Not really", I answered.
- "So, you don't tell me if a teacher dares to spank you ?"
I was quite surprised: "How do you know ?"
- "That's not important now. But I want to listen to your opinion and then to what Mr. Thompson has to say."
I understood: Just as Mr. Thompson had turned me around, I had heared something, it must've been the door in the front of the classroom. You know, it was the room for physics, and in the front, there is a door at the side to the room where the teachers prepare experiments. You don't notice at once if someone enters (this can also be quite bad for pupils sometimes...). Another teacher must've witnessed the spanking and blabbed it to the principal.
"First of all, I'd like to say that it wasn't really a spanking. It was just three slaps on the ass, kinda symbolic."
- "And what did you do to earn that ?"
- "Well, I had talked back and offended him. I said something very bad and I have to confess that he was right to be angry." I tried to protect Mr. Thompson: "See, if he had asked me for a permission to give me the three slaps, I would've given it to him. I even couldn't have complained if he had spanked me harder. If the victim doesn't complain, then you can't persecute the offender, can you ? I mean, I fully understood his reaction."
The principal was quite surprised. "He is not allowed to spank you - you just say one word, and he is suspended."
- "But I don't want him to be suspended ! See, I can be bold sometimes, you know me",
- "Indeed", he interrupted me and smiled a bit."
- "Well, yesterday I said something to him not really asking myself if it could hurt him. His reaction showed me that he cares a lot more about the things I say than I thought, because if he beats me knowing it is forbidden, then he must be really angry. I realized that I can't go on like that and that I have to think about my behaviour towards him."
- "Well, if that's the effect of a spanking, then I wonder why they abolished that in school", he laughed. "OK, Randy, now I'm gonna talk to Mr. Thompson. Please wait next door in the room of my secretary until I ask you to come in."
- "Ehm, Mr. Daniels ?"
- "Yes ?"
- "When talking to him, could you please emphasize that it wasn't me who blabbed this to you ?"
- "Sure, Randy, now get out."
- "Thank you."
I tell you, it's always useful to have a good relation to the secretary. It only took me half a minute to convince her that it would be best if I stood with my ear at the door..... So, I listened to the conversation between Mr. Thompson and principal Daniels.
"Did anything happen yesterday you would like to tell me something about ?" Mr. Daniels asked Mr. Thompson.
- "Well, I suppose you're asking me about an incident with Randy", he answered.
- "Indeed. Go ahead, I'm listening."
- "Well, he said some bad things to me, and whatever punishment I may choose, it doesn't seem to impress him. So, I gave him three light swats on the ass." Light? Well, it was only three, but they already stung. Whatever.
"Knowing that this is forbidden ?" Mr. Daniels continued.
- "I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't have done so. He would've deserved a long and hard spanking, but I know that this in not possible. What's gonna happen now?"
- "Nothing."
- "Nothing ?"
- "No, Randy said that I shouldn't do anything. And he also told me to emphasize that it wasn't him who brought this story to me." Silence. "Come in, Randy", Mr. Daniels shouted. I entered.
"Mr. Thompson, I'm sorry that I've brought you in more trouble with being here."
- "That's O. K., Randy, it looks as if nothing happens anymore."
- Not definitely; but that depends on you, Randy", Mr. Daniels said. "You said that you couldn't have complained if he had spanked you harder. Is that right ?"
- "Yes, sir."
- "Well, the law doesn't prohibit spankings if the one to be spanked agrees."
- "You mean that he can give me another spanking if he gets my permission ?" I wondered.
- "Exactly. As both of you don't want to tell me what exactly happened before the spanking, I decided to leave this matter to you. Mr. Thompson, you can decide how you want to punish Randy, and you can also consider a spanking, although this depends on Randy's permission. For me, this matter is closed. Good bye, gentlemen."
We left, and standing outside the room, we looked at each other. Mr. Thompson was the first to say something: "Well, Randy, on the one hand, I'm quite thankful that you didn't blame me, and you also already promised to behave better from now on. On the other hand, what Mr. Daniels said about the permission to spank is quite interesting, what do you think ?"
- "I... er... well, I leave the decision to you, I think that's something I owe you. If you... er .... think that I would deserve a real spanking to be really sure that things will change, I... er.... give you the permission to do so."
- "Got anything planned for this afternoon ?"
- "No, sir."
- "When does your last lesson finish ?"
- "Half past one."
- "Meet me then in front of the principal's."
- "Yes, sir."
The rest of the day, I could hardly pay any attention to the lessons. I was quite excited and kinda looking forward to my upcoming spanking. I felt that it was only fair if he spanked me - for me to learn a lesson to remember, for him to take revenge on me.
At half past one, I met Mr. Thompson in front of the principal's and we left together. He said that he was gonna take me with him to his house to spank me there if I wouldn't mind. I didn't. "Are you hungry ?" he asked.
- "A bit", I replied."
- "Is it O. K. if I invite you for a pizza for lunch ?"
- "Would be very great, thank you."
We went to a pizza place and had quite a good talk during lunch. I again promised to behave better and not to be so bold anymore. And I assured that I would try to keep my permission to spank upright until he thought that I got enough. I promised that I was going to be strict to myself by not telling him to stop when I felt I had enough. It was good to know that if I thought I'd die, I could alway say that he hasn't got the permission for any more beats, but I knew that I shouldn't make any use of that. We agreed that this was a very good opportunity to close a chapter and start a new. To sum it up, we had already fully reconciled before the spanking even started.
We went to his house, and he took me to his living room. He sat down on the sofa and told me to lie across his knees. He asked me if he also had the permission to spank me on the bare. Without saying a word, I unzipped my jeans and pulled down my underwear. I lay down across his lap. "I'm now gonna give you ten swats, and then I'm gonna ask you if you give me permission for the next ten", he said. With that, he started.
SMACK! His hand fell down on my ass and it held what the three swats the day before promised. SMACK! Boy, it already stung! SMACK! I moaned a bit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I felt some water in my eyes, but I refused to cry. I told myself that I was only getting something I really deserved. SMACK! SMACK! My ass must've already been quite red. SMACK! SMACK! I yelped at the tenth beat. "It hurts a lot, doesn't it ?" he asked."
- "Yes, it's awful", I answered. "But I give you permission for ten more."
- "Good boy!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
- "Ouch!" I cried. But I deserved it, so I tried not to complain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I moaned at each of those slaps, but still didn't cry, although I was really in pain.
"Get up, I think we should have a break", he said. I put up my pants and I already felt quite a sting as I sat down on the couch next to him. "Do you regret your decision to give me the permission ?" he asked.
- "No, I don't. It hurts like hell, but I've got that feeling that it's only just that you do that to me."
- "Yes, you deserve it. I'm quite curious to find out how long you will swallow it until you tell me stop."
- "I'm still of the opinion that you should be the one who decides when it's over." - "Well then, ready for the next twenty ?"
- "In a row ?"
- "Yes, do you agree ?"
- "Your decision", I answered, baring my bottom and getting across his lap again.
SMACK! _d_a_m_n_, my bottom hat just started to calm down a bit.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now, it really was on fire again.
SMACK! "Ouch!"
SMACK! SMACK! I wondered how long it would take until I could sit down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Two days ?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A week ?
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A lifetime !
- "Are you o. k. ?" he asked.
- "Yes sir, and ready to take some more if you think it should be like that." I said. My voice made him notice that I was really in pain. SMACK! SMACK! Ouch!
- "Eight more before the next break, is that alright ?"
- "Yes, sir", I mumbled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now, I couldn't help crying anymore.
I yelped again as I sat down after having put up my pants. "Do want something to drink ?" he asked."
- "Thank you, sir, that would be nice" I said with a tearfilled voice. He brought me a glass of water.
- "So, you seem to be willing to really close this chapter and taking what you deserve, eh ?"
- "Well, I try to. You can imagine that I would love to tell you to stop, but then I would always feel that I still owe you something. I really want to pay for what I did and then make a new start. How many beats are you still going to give me ?"
- "Well, I think that all in all giving you 100 would be a good amount."
I sighed. I had only halftime by now! But I agreed. "OK, I give you permission to do so."
He left the room and came back with a hairbrush in his hand. "Do you also give me permission for this implement ? I would like to give you twenty beats with that."
- "Yes, yes, just go ahead."
I had said that I was gonna agree to everything he thought was appropriate, and although I would've loved to just get out of here, I was willing to get through it as he decided.
"Bend over the sofa, bottom bare. I'm gonna give you twenty licks with this one, and they are gonna be real serious. After that, you will be glad to get across my lap for a hand-spanking for the last thirty beats. You're gonna count each beat with the hairbrush, do you agree ?" I didn't answer but did as he told me.
SWAT! Twenty of those ? Oh dear ! - "One, sir."
SWAT! - "Two, sir."
SWAT! - "Ouch, three, sir!"
And it went on.. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
I was counting each beat as he told me, always wondering if the next one would be the one that killed me.
SWAT! - "Eleven, sir."
I just kept telling myself that I should've decided before - not about the permission I gave him, but about my behaviour. If you are convinced that what's happening to you is only fair, then it's bearable - at least for me, because I like it when justice happens.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! - "Ouch, twenty!"
My ass was quite numb now, and Mr. Thompson told me that it was already dark red. He gave me another break before he went to gave me the last thirty. I lay down across his lap, and the slaps came like a rapid fire. While spanking me, he said that he was proud of me that I took the spanking and that he was sure we would get along with each other quite well from now on. Then, it was over.
"Congratulations, Randy, it looks as if you've survived this."
- "I'm not really sure yet", I said. At least, the spanking hadn't made me lose my sense of humour.
He rubbed some lotion into my bottom, and then he said: "I'm gonna bring you home." I moaned a bit as I sat down in his car, but it was a lot better then going by feet, because every step hurt as it rubbed my clothes over my very sore bottom.
The next morning as I came to school, I ran into principal Daniels. "Good morning, Randy, did you already decide about your permission to spank ? I don't want to interfere, I'm just curious."
- "Decide ? It's already over", I answered. "I got my spanking yesterday."
- "Oh, already ? Was it on the bare ? And how many beats did you allow him to give you ?"
- "As many as he thought I deserved, it was a hundred. And yes, they were on the bare"
- "Oh dear, you really left the decision to him. Are you able to sit down today ?"
- "Well, I'll survive."
- "I would love to see your bottom!" he said.
- "O. K., why not." I answered. We went to his room, and I let down my pants to give him a look at it.
"God_d_a_m_n_, that's really sore." He was surprised. "But I knew that you would give him the permission, that's why I proposed that."
- "Thank you, sir, I feel kinda relieved that we could close this chapter like that and make a new start. Yesterday, I thought I'd die, but I've learned a lot."
Well, to sum it up, Mr. Thompson and I got along with each other quite well from now on. He didn't ask me to stop making jokes on his expense, but each time I cross a certain border, I give him permission to tell my bottom.