Ben awoke the next morning with a sense of dread and anticipation. He remembered Mr. Fredericks' offer to let the punishment happen at school instead of his parents being notified. He remembered the command to wear his thinnest pants so that Mr. Fredericks could demonstrate how hard his spankings could be.
The young teen knew exactly which pair of pants to wear, a very thin pair of black pants. He knew these pants offered little protection because every time he wore them and there was a biting wind, Ben felt the sting of cold rush in as if the pants weren't there at all. Additionally, the young teen was just starting to outgrow them, so they would be tight against his body as well. Nervously, the boy put the pants on without underwear and hurried to school.
When Mr. Fredericks first saw Ben that day, he could tell that the boy had followed his instructions to the letter. He admired the boy's body accented by a pair of pants half a size too small. Having reviewed Ben's schedule, he knew that his charge did not have to worry about P. E. All the young teen had to worry about was the man's paddle.
In homeroom, Mr. Fredericks smiled briefly at Ben and said, "Be back here within five minutes of school ending or the deal is off." He said it so quietly that nobody else could hear it. Ben did and he shuddered at the thought.
Ben tried to pay attention during the day, but found himself distracted. He kept wondering just how hard Mr. Fredericks could spank. Twice teachers yelled at him. One threatened to send him to the principal's office if he didn't start paying attention.
Ben's friends noticed that he was distracted. He put them off by saying that Mr. Fredericks had ordered him to stay after school. If they wanted to think that all that the teacher wanted was detention, Ben would do nothing to dissuade them of the theory.
As he entered the last period of the day, Ben felt his heart thumping harder and harder. He knew that he was close to the point of no return. He also knew that his decision was already made. If Mr. Fredericks wanted to spank him, Ben would cooperate.
At the final bell Ben hurried to Mr. Fredericks' classroom. The man was sitting serenely at his desk, reading a book. He barely glanced up when the student entered the room.
"Lock the door to the classroom, Ben, then sit in the front row. I want to wait ten minutes. During that time, you can think about how your behavior needs to improve."
Ben sat quietly, getting more and more nervous, watching the second hand on the wall clock slowly turn as it approached his appointment. The boy felt himself begin to sweat. "I will be brave," he told himself. "I will be brave."
At almost exactly the ten minute mark, Mr. Fredericks put down his book. He stood and moved his chair so that he could sit in it without obstructions. He put an object on the desk, within easy reach.
"Come over here, Ben," he said quietly.
Ben stood. As thin as his pants were, he felt almost naked as he approached the teacher. Wide-eyed, he saw that the object was a rectangular paddle, with small holes drilled in it to cut down on wind resistance.
"This paddle is going to be your friend, Ben. It will remind you when your behavior can be better. Now I want you to lie face down across my lap so that you can feel it for yourself."
"C-can't you use your hand instead?" Ben asked.
"The spanking has to hurt to be effective, Ben. And I don't think my hand will be that effective."
"You could give more," the boy suggested.
"We'll see, Ben. Maybe three hand swats for every paddle stroke. But for today, I want you to feel the paddle."
Ben approached Mr. Fredericks and gathering all of his courage, laid himself face forward across the teacher's lap. He felt the man put his right arm against the small of Ben's back to hold him in place. The boy felt mortified as he felt Mr. Fredericks reach along the backside of the pants and rub Ben's buttocks, obviously checking to see that Ben had followed instructions and was not wearing underwear.
"You followed instructions well. Today I am going to give you 20 smacks. Hopefully, this will remind you that bad behavior has consequences."
Mr. Fredericks picked up the paddle. SMACK!! The paddle landed against the pants, which barely shielded Ben's buttocks. SMACK!! Ben jumped. SMACK!! He could not believe that it hurt this much. SMACK!!
The boy jerked and Mr. Fredericks pressed down again. SMACK!! Tears filled Ben's eyes and he felt a low moan escape. SMACK!! His butt was on fire. SMACK!! The young teen felt his body start to sweat as the paddling continued. SMACK!!
SMACK!! There was no place for Ben to go. SMACK!! Tears were flowing freely. SMACK!! Sobs escaped his throat. SMACK!! He thought his dad's spankings were bad. SMACK!! This was worse. SMACK!!
"Stop (SMACK!!) please stop (SMACK!!)," the boy begged. SMACK!!
Mr. Fredericks ignored him. SMACK!! Ben needed this punishment regularly. SMACK!! And the teacher intended to provide it. SMACK!! SMACK!!
The teacher put the paddle down. He felt Ben crying as he lay passively over the man's knees. Mr. Fredericks knew he was right. Ben needed the security of regular punishment. Finally, he helped the boy to his feet.
"You did very well, Ben," he said. "Now go on home and think about whether you want me to continue to provide this kind of punishment."
"I-I don't need to think," Ben said between sobs. "I know I need it. Thank you for giving me the punishment I need." Embarrassed by the admission, and his bottom still sore from the spanking, the boy fled his teacher's classroom.