I am writing this story because there is a definite area of corporal punishment that receives far too little attention on this archive: school paddling. I grew up in the midwest where this was a very common practice. Although I was never lucky enough to receive it myself, my _s_e_x_ual fantasies have benefitted for years from the experiences of others. I will never forget the echo of swats ringing down the hallway and the fury of mixed emotions it produced inside me. I dedicate this story and the others I will tell in this series (all based on real-life experiences) to the boys who endured the sting of the paddle. If you have any comments or personal experiences you would like to share with me, feel free to email me.
When I was in elementary school during the early 80's, it was a well-known fact that if you misbehaved you had better be prepared to pay the consequences. Some boys just never seemed to understand that...until it was too late. One such boy was my best friend Wade. He was an exquisitely beautiful midwestern boy with dark blond hair, bright green eyes and smooth, creamy skin. Even as a fourth grader, he had a round little behind that was well-noticed by boys and girls alike. The corduroy pants he usually wore to school showed it off to full advantage and, as I had discovered from the sleepovers we had, it was everything they promised. Wade grew up in a rather strict Christian home with loving parents. Although he was used to getting spankings at home, nothing could have prepared him for the paddle.
Wade was a very good student, but school was his escape from the tyranny of his parents. There he could experience the freedom so often denied him at home. He was not a bully, but enjoyed exerting the fact that he was "all boy". He had never really gotten in trouble at school, except for being kept in recesses for minor infractions.
One day, all the boys from our class were playing baseball at recess. Our teacher, Mrs. Miller, had warned us to play carefully. At the end of the second inning, there was some disagreement about the last point. As captain of our team, Wade was arguing with the captain of the other team. Before long, the two of them were in a knock-down-drag-out fight. Mrs. Miller quickly interceded and Wade and the other boy soon found themselves walking down the hall toward the principal's office.
"We need to make a stop, boys, before we proceed to Mr. Williams' office," said Mrs. Miller.
She stopped outside Mr. Sutton's door. Mr. Sutton was a mean sixth grade teacher with a reputation for tearing boys' butts up with his board. She knocked on the door and opened it with the two boys in tow.
"Excuse me, Mr. Sutton, may I borrow your paddle?"
Wade's face turned ten shades of red. Now not only would his classmates know he was in trouble, but Mr. Sutton's class would as well. His anxiety increased significantly when he saw the paddle Mr. Sutton produced from his desk. It was a long hickory board about 1 1/2 feet long with a handle. It measured half an inch thick and featured about a dozen dime-sized holes.
As they continued down the hall, Wade had an ever-deeper sinking feeling inside. In his mind, he was carrying on a conversation to ease his own anxieties:
"Surely I won't get the paddle. I mean, I've never been in any real trouble before. She probably got it just to scare us. There is no way that my tush can stand up to that thing, especially if Williams is swinging it."
The two boys found themselves sitting in the outer-office while Mrs. Miller chronicled their misbehavior to the principal. They watched silently as she left and Mr. Williams came out to retrieve them.
"Come in, young men. It seems we need to have a little talk."
The door closed behind them as they were ushered in and asked to sit in the chairs adjacent to the principal's desk. Mr. Williams was a tall, thin man in his early fifties with graying hair and glasses. He had long, slender fingers that picked up the paddle which their teacher had given him and placed it on top of his desk.
"Well, boys, what have you two got to say for yourselves?"
Silence.
"I understand that there are sometimes disagreements on the playground, but you boys have taken this thing too far. We have rules at this school, such as the one that prohibits fighting, for a reason. And when you break them, there have to be consequences. However, I know this is the first serious offense for both of you, so I'm going to take it easy on you. I'm simply going to give you a gentle reminder not to do this sort of thing again."
Both boys breathed a sigh of relief...too soon.
"I think a couple of swats with the paddle for each of you should suffice."
Wade felt his buns tense up at the thought of being paddled.
"Wade, I want you to go over there and stand in the corner. And keep your eyes shut! Peter, you're going to be first."
Wade did as he was told with much hesitation. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and his knees shaking as he moved to the corner. He could not believe what was happening. This had to be a bad dream that he would wake up from before...
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
His thoughts were interrupted by the paddle landing on Peter's bottom.
"All right, Peter, you and Wade may trade places now."
Peter moved toward the corner rubbing his backside with tears streaming down his cheeks while Wade walked as slowly as possible to the desk.
"Come on, Wade, we haven't got all day!"
Wade quickly sprang to Mr. Williams' side.
"Now, Wade, first I need you to take everything out of your back pockets."
Wade removed his wallet and handed it to the principal, who then proceeded to run his hand over the seat of the boy's pants.
"Okay, young man, I want you to bend over the end of my desk and hold on to the sides. Hold still and look straight ahead until I have finished your punishment."
Wade did as he was instructed, even though he was terrified inside.
"Stick your hiney up a little higher, Wade, I want to get a good aim!"
Mr. Williams touched his paddle to the seat of Wade's tight corduroys, then hesitated. Just when Wade was off his guard, SWAT!
At first he didn't feel anything, but after a few seconds a definite burn began to surface. Mr. Williams was well aware of this phenomenon and spaced his licks accordingly. The second lick landed with a THWACK!
Wade's rear was beginning to feel some intense pain at this point. Tears were starting to come and he was sure he couldn't endure the final swat.
"Hold still," said Mr. Williams, "or we can add on a couple more."
Wade immediately stopped squirming.
WHAM!!!
The final swat broke down the defenses and Wade was crying freely.
"You may stand up now, Wade. I hope you boys have learned your lesson from this little 'talk' we've had today. This was only a sample of what you'll get next time you pull a stupid stunt like this. You may return to your classroom now."
The two boys turned to leave, but looked back as Mr. Williams said something that would leave a lasting impression on them both:
"This old paddle has been passed around so much at this school, we just call it 'The Borrowing Board'."
With that, Wade and Peter headed for the boys' restroom. Once inside, they dropped their pants and compared their red little bums to see who had gotten it worse. I happened to be there at the time to hear the entire account and see the evidence. It was hard to say whose behind was redder, but there was no question whose was cuter.