It was a funny idea. We were sitting at dinner in school, the teacher Mr. Thompson had left for a minute, and this was my time. I had bought some highly concentrated lemon juice, and I managed to put the whole contents of the plastic lemon into Mr. Thompson's soup. My friends Jamie and Dennis giggled - we had been waiting for this opportunity for two weeks now, and now we could finally play the trick on our teacher. We just wanted to see his stoopid face when he eats such a sour soup, it was not at all meant to be serious. But it turned out to be so.
He came back, took a spoon of his soup, and then he immediately started to cough and sneeze. Jamie, Dennis and I were dumbfounded. What the hell was that ? I felt adrenaline in my whole body, and a god_d_a_m_n_ bad conscience. I really didn't mean to do anything bad to him because in fact I like him. He is quite strict, but always as just as one can be, and that's something I really appreciate. My 3 roommates (the third one is Joey who was ill that evening) and me always have stupid ideas and often get spanked for the things we do; maybe that's also what gives us the final kick.
Mr. Thompson is always the first one to punish us with a spanking; and he is the only one who spanks nothing but bare-bottom. I like him anyway, because he always is right; his spankings are never humiliating, and whenever he spanks me, I know exactly what for. And despite the spankings I often get from him, our relationship is quite good. No need to explain that I now was very worried.
Luckily, Mr. Thompson calmed down within minutes (that seemed to me like hours), and then he stood up and shouted. "Who has put lemon into my soup ? I'm allergic to lemons, so what you did - whoever you are - could've killed me. If I find out who was it, this one is gonna get the spanking of his life."
He looked around, towards our table. "Did you do that, Jamie ?" - "No, sir." - "Randy?" I know I should've confessed it, but I didn't want to admit it in front of the others. I had already decided for myself to go to Mr. Thompson later that evening to apologize, but now was too early.
- "No, sir", I lied.
- "Dennis ?"
- "No, sir." He asked the three of us because this was exactly our handwriting. It was no injust suspicion of his, he just knew us quite well.
Dinner passed, and you can imagine that me and my friends didn't eat very much. Later we sat in our room (and I was already asking myself if I should enjoy my ability to sit because it would probably be a long time until I could again sit down without pain....) and the others promised me that they wouldn't say a word. I knew they wouldn't. We are very good friends and really stick together. I knew that if I kept my mouth shut, Mr. Thompson would never find out who poisoned him with the lemon. But I knew that this wasn't right.
I knew he would be disappointed when I told him that I was the idiot, and I knew that I deserved and would get a spanking, but however hard he would make it, it would only be fair and be exactly what is appropriate for what I did.
I left our room around 8 p. m. and went up the stairs to the fifth floor where the teachers had their rooms. When I stood in front of Mr. Thompson's door, my heart was beating so loud that I could've even got his attention withour knocking at his door. He looked a bit surprised when he saw me standing in front of his door, I don't know if he already could guess what had made me come here.
- "Excuse me for disturbing you, but may I come in ?" I asked.
- "Sure. What's up ?"
- "I came here to confess something ..... and to apologize....."
- "So you were the one with the lemon ?"
I nodded.
- "And now ?" he asked.
That is something I don't like about him. He wants the one to be spanked to be the one to first bring up this topic: "I am very sorry and you are right to be very angry with me. I'm afraid I deserve a spanking."
- "You bet !"
- "I did not at all want to do anything bad to you, it was just meant as a joke. If I had known that you're allergic to lemons, I would've never done that. It was just one of my stupid ideas."
- "And your lie ?"
- "It was not meant as a lie, more like a postponement. Having noticed the consequences of what I did, I had already decided to go to you afterwards and admit that it was me, I just didn't want to confess it in front of the others. I did not at all want to lie to you, because I hate lies as you know. Remember some incidents where telling a white lie would've prevented that I got spanked ?"
- "Yes, Randy, but it is still untrue what you said."
- "I know, and I'm sorry. I've heard your threat with getting the spanking of one's life; but I came here anyway to apologize. I'm quite sure you wouldn't have found out that it was me, but my conscience is even worse than my fear and I know that it is only just if you spank me now. I would be very happy if you would accept my apology because I'm really sorry."
- "OK, Randy, I appreciate your honesty. And I also won't disregard the fact that you couldn't know about my allergy. But nevertheless, today you've earned yourself a very hard and long-lasting spanking."
- "Yes, yes, I know."
- "But I'm not gonna give it to you tonight, because you have to be in bed at 10 p. m. and I wouldn't have finished within 2 hours. Today, I'm only gonna give you a taste of what the real spanking will be like; so will I again tomorrow; and on friday, you have to come here at 4 p. m.; then I'm gonna give you the main spanking. Do you accept this proceeding ?"
- "Yes sir."
With that, he sat down on the couch and knowing very well how it works I came over to him, bared my bottom and placed myself across his lap even without him having to tell me to do so. He spanked me quite hard with his hand, but I managed not to cry. I thought about the incident during dinner and how I wouldv'e done anything to see him stop coughing. If you know the feeling of being ready to do anything, then a spanking is not that bad. In fact, getting spanked and surviving this was the only thing I had to do to close this chapter and make him accept my apology. I was proud of myself that I had come here to confess what I did, and the pride was rising just as fast as the stinging in my bottom. Yes, I was taking this spanking with pride.
After about 100 slaps Mr. Thompson stopped and told me to get up. He appreciated how well I took the punishment (he always likes it if someone takes his spanking like a man) and told me to be back again the next evening at the same time for the same treatment.
Of cause my roommates had noticed where I went; and they were dying to see my bottom. They were almost disappointed that it was "only" dark red, not yet crimson or purple; and that I "only" got a hand-spanking. Well, those are the jokes you make when you're used to getting spanked. I explained to them the future destiny of my poor bottom, and I could tell from their faces that each of them - although they also always take their spankings very well - was happy that it wasn't him who had to take it.
I spent the night lying on my stomach. The next day, my bottom was quite sore and I had some problems with sitting in school, but it still was bearable. I think nobody noticed.
But get the same spanking again with an already quite sore bottom ! As I had been told the night before, I knocked on Mr. Thompson's door by 8 p. m. and only a few seconds later I found myself lying bare-ass across his lap. It was 100 slaps again, and avoiding to cry was a lot harder than the day before. But I told myself that it was just and only fair what happend to me - and you know that I like it when justice happens (author's note: a sentence you can find in each of my stories). I tried to focus on the enjoyment of justice, not on the fire that was burning on my backside. Like that, the spanking also had a pleasent aspect. Well, it was very painful, but I deserverd it, so why complain.
The next day it was even harder for me to sit down properly; but I did my best not to let anyone notice what kind of state my bum was in. Compared with what would be awaiting me, my bottom was in a very good condition.
Friday, 4 p. m. The spanking of my life is awaiting me. Knock, knock!
- "Come in, Randy!"
Well, there I was. Mr. Thompson told me to take of my pants and underwear because for the next hours I would not need them. He started with a spanking like the days before - across his lap, on the bare, 100 slaps. But today, that was only the warm-up. By the 80th beat he had me crying because my bottom had already been sore from the spankings the days before. Then he stopped, but I was still lying across his lap. He started to watch some sports on TV, and I was just lying there. He gave me some beats, some more during the commercial break, and as he switched off TV, I had counted 80 more. Well, this was not as bad as before, my bottom now was numb anyway.
The next twenty I was given with the belt, and that showed me that my bottom wasn't as numb as I hoped it was. I moaned with every beat. Having finished that, he told me to stand in the corner facing the wall. I don't know if he enjoyed watching my glowing ass, but he left me standing there for about half an hour. Then, I went across his lap again. He gave me 50 slaps, very hard and spread out so I could feel the pain of every beat sink into my body.
Then, he told me to get up and sit down on a wooden chair. That was quite painful and I could already guess what the next day in school would be like. Thank god it was friday, so until monday I had some hope that it would be bearable by then. I had to sit there on my sore ass for about half an hour.
The next block of 50 really made me reach my limits. I was across his lap again and again he didn't hurry at all. Every single slap was as painful as the spankings the days before. After the 50th beat I thought that any more beats would be more than I deserved. That was exactly when he stopped. The spanking of my life was over. I had learned a lot, and also enjoyed it.
I had deserved that spanking and it was fair as always. I wouldn't do that thing with the lemon again - not because of the very hard spanking, but because what I did was just too dangerous and went too far. But there are enough other things to do to cause a spanking, and there's enough to tell for other stories......