Craig was a typical small-town boy. Full of piss and vinegar - a regular mischievous kid. And he had a way of getting himself into situations which would lead to his iminent demise. Many a time he found himself sitting on his bed, waiting for his father to come and correct his errant behavior. His mind would race with images of what was to come, but it would always hurt a little worse than he remembered from the time before. He was blessed with an abunantly round behind which was an easy target for dad's punishment...and became an equally deserving target for the principal at school one fine spring day.
The end of the school year was approaching and Craig was looking so forward to summer when he would get to visit a real military camp with his dad. He was becoming increasingly careless about his conduct at school. He figured he could get by with just about anything this late in the year... but he figured wrong. This particular day, he was wearing thin cotton shorts and a t-shirt. The weather was so nice that he decided to cut class for the rest of the day after lunch. He sneaked out to the patch of trees on the far side of the soccer field and laid under a big tree. Within minutes he was asleep.
He would have gotten away with it if he hadn't been spotted by a group of jocks who were practicing calisthenics on the soccer field. They quickly marched inside and found the vice-principal, Mr. Lickens. He was not the least bit amused to hear of Craig's antics and said that he would take care of the situation. He proceeded to the edge of the soccer field and into the patch of trees.
"Craig, what do you think you're doing out here, young man?"
"Oh, Mr. Lickens, I must've fallen asleep out here during lunch. I'm sorry..."
"Do you actually expect me to believe that?"
"Well, I figured it was worth a try..."
"You can figure now that we're going to my office to call your dad. Come along, son. I believe we can talk some sense into you yet."
With that, they made the long trek from the field to the office and Craig waited while his father was summoned to the school from work. His behind began to tense in anticipation as Mr. Lickens removed a large paddle from his desk. It was a mahogany board with a shiny, polished surface. It was about half an inch thick and the business end had more holes than a piece of swiss cheese.
"This is going not going to be fun," Craig thought to himself.
Mr. Lickens spoke: "You just don't want to listen, young man. So I have a feeling that when this Board of Education is firmly applied to your seat of knowledge that your attitude will change quickly. I don't think your dad will have a problem with that, do you?"
"No, I won't ! " Craig heard his father's voice from behind him.
His father entered the room, closing the door as he came in.
"Mr. Lickens, I want you to warm his little behind up for this one."
"That's exactly what I intend to do. With your permission, of course."
"You have more than my permission, you have my blessing."
"Very well, young Craig, why don't you stand up and empty your back pockets."
Craig complied reluctantly. He knew he was gonna get it good and he wasn't looking forward to it.
"All right, Craig, place your palms against the wall, legs apart, and stick your rear up so I can get a good aim."
Mr. Lickens rubbed the paddle against the thin seat of Craig's shorts like an expert gunsman preparing to nail his target. Craig took a deep breath and looked at his dad for any sign of reprieve. His dad's expression told him that not only was Mr. L gonna get him good, but that his butt was gonna get a whole lot warmer when he got home.
Suddenly, it happened. "Whap!"
Craig grimaced from the sting that had begun to permeate his bottom.
"Swat!"
"Crack!"
"Man, this guy knows how to paddle!" Craig thought, as a Nile of crocodile tears began to pour down his cheeks. The last two licks were fast and furious.
"Whop!"
"WHAM!!!"
"Yeeeooouuuccchhhh!!!!!" Craig hollered out as the last behind burner was applied. He jumped up and his hands went straight for his rear end. Although no amount of rubbing could aleviate the sting.
"I hope you have learned your lesson, Craig," said Mr. Lickens.
"He hasn't yet, but he will when we get home. And those shorts won't be there to protect his bottom. Nothing will..." said Craig's dad.
To Be Continued.....