During the summer right before I started the third grade, new neighbors moved in next door to me. It was a family of four: a husband and wife, a daughter who was my age, and a son who was one year older then me. We briefly saw one another before school was to start that year. On the first day of school, I noticed that the girl was in my class. We started talking to one another, and she and I decided to start playing together after we got off the school bus in the afternoons. The bus typically let us off at 3:30 p. m., and my parents arrived home at 4:30 p. m. This left us with about an hour to play. We had a favorite TV show we would watch from 3:30 p. m.to 4:00 p. m. Once it was over, we generally went to my bedroom and would play different games such as dominos.

After about a week, the games grew boring. Kathy suggested we play school. As we started, one would play the role of principal and the other the role of teacher. The scene would evolve around an imaginary student being taught and, invariably, causing a disturbance and being taken to the principal's office. The principal would administer a spanking to this imaginary student. The principal would accomplish this by taking a ping pong paddle and administering several swats to the side of my bed. After several days, this scene became boring as well, and Kathy suggested (actually pleaded would be a better word) that she be allowed to play the role of teacher with me being the student. Although I secretly wanted to do this, I at first resisted so as not seeming too anxious. The next day she asked again. I inquired what happened to unruly students in her class. She said, "Well, you ought to know they get spanked." The very thought of her spanking me excited me beyond belief, but I didn't want to make it seem so obvious. I knew we had a brush in the bathroom that was about twelve inches long that was used to scrub your back in the tub. It was made of a solid plastic, and I knew it stung like crazy since I had administered several swats with the brush to myself. I told Kathy to wait and that I'd be back in a minute. I went to the bathroom and retrieved the brush and returned.

"O. K. We'll play. I want this to be like real school, though. This is what you're going to use for spanking. Is that all right?" She grabbed the brush from my hand and gave a few quick swats to her open palm.

"This should do just fine. Do I get to take down your pants?" That scared me a little since I knew boys and girls should not see other naked (for some reason). I paused a few seconds.

"Well, you're the teacher," I said.

"I like to see a butt turn red, so you're going to get spanked on your bare butt! Understand?" I told her that I did. We started playing school with the brush in clear sight of me. She soon gave me an assignment, and I intentionally started pretending to talk to another student.

"Kevin, you know what I told you about talking. Now come up here." I nervously walked up to her and she said, "You are going to be spanked in front of the entire class for talking when I told you not to." She then told me to unbutton my pants. After I did, she pulled my pants and underpants down and told me to turn around and place my hands on my knees so that the "class" could see my bare bottom. She took her place to the left of my butt, looked backward at the class, and said, "This is what happens to students who do not mind the teacher." With that she pulled that brush back and let it fly. SPLAT! I momentarily rose up from the sharp sting. She came around to my front side and said, "You will stay in position for your spanking. Stick your hands out." She then gave me a hard whack on the palm of each hand. After that, she said, "If you get out of position again, I will give you five whacks on each hand. Understood?" I said that I did. She returned to her position to the left of my bottom. The brush came back. SWAT. SWAT. SWAT. The initial pain was so strong I just sat down on my bed and looked at her. I was almost in tears. She said, "I'll teach you to interfere with a spanking." She then grabbed my left ankle, wiggled my shoe off my foot, took my sock off, and picked up the brush. She started whacking away at the bottom of my foot. After about five whacks, I withdrew my foot. She said, "Get off that bed and stick your butt back out so I can spank you good!"

I got back into position. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. She said, "Your heine is getting pretty red. Time to get your thighs." WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. She started to really tease me by saying, "Just think, Kevin, I'm actually getting paid to paddle your butt good. Bend your knees in a little and stick that butt out. I'm going to give you twenty more on each side of your butt, and it's going to be fun!" She gave me twenty to each side of my butt plus five penalty swats to each thigh because she said I didn't stay in position exactly like she wanted. After that, she stopped and told me I could pull up my pants. She said she'd be over the next day and that we weren't going to watch television anymore. She then stated that we'd start playing school right after we got home and that I could start expecting a red butt each day from her. The next day at school she passed me a note right after lunch. It said: "Make sure you've got that brush waiting for me on your bed!"

We played this scene for about two weeks. Then we each got the shock of our lives. We had never bothered locking the door to the house because the neighborhood back then was relatively safe. I guess her brother was wondering what we would do each day that kept making his sister want to get to my house each day. Anyway, he came over to my house one day and knocked, but we did not hear the knock because my bedroom was a good ways from the front door. He decided to just go on in. He came back to my bedroom and was hearing the whacking sound of that brush going full speed. He opened the door and immediately his sister and I looked back. He was shocked to see my bare butt bright red and his sister standing by my side holding the brush. Kathy said, "Chris, we were just playing. I was the teacher and Kevin was the student. Please don't tell anybody."

Chris seemed shell-shocked by the whole scene. He hesitated a few seconds and said, "Oh, I won't tell anybody, but I'm going to start being the principal. You're going to start sending him to me to be spanked after you're finished with him."

Kathy said, "O. K. You go to the bathroom. I'll bring him to you shortly." She then gave me about five more whacks and said, "Come on Kevin. You're going to the principal's office." When we got into the bathroom, she told her brother how I had misbehaved several times that week and so she felt she had to bring me to him. She explained that I had been severely spanked three times that week already.

Chris said, "Very good, Ms. Farthing. Why don't you stay while I spank this young man a fourth time?" After she said that she would, Chris told me to pull my pants down. When I did and he noticed how red my butt was, he got an idea. He said, "Ms. Farthing, it looks like you have done a very nice job of paddling this young man's bare bottom. There's not much sense me whacking away at a butt that's already numb. Tomorrow, you two will each immediately report to me. Kevin, you will be severely punished for your misbehavior. Do you understand?" I said that I did. They both said they couldn't wait until the next day and told me good bye.

The next afternoon after we got off the school bus, Chris told me that he would be over very shortly. Kathy was to go on to "school" with me, and he was going to his house for just a minute. When he returned and came in my house, he went straight to the bathroom carrying a small cardboard box. Kathy soon said, "Kevin, it's time to report to Mr Thompson's office." She led me into the bathroom.

Chris said, "All right, Kevin, we're going to resume where we left off yesterday. Now remove your pants and underwear and do it right now young man!" After I finished taking off my shorts and underwear, Kevin opened up the cardboard box. He introduced both of us to the "principal's paddle." He had apparently gone into his dad's shop the night before and used a saw and a 1" x 4" board to make a wicked looking paddle. It was about 22 inches long, and he had drilled about eight holes in it. He even said he would have sanded it and varnished it if he had the time the night before. He said he'd get around to that within a week. He then said, "Ms. Farthing, this is how you punish a misbehaving student." He then looked at me and said, "Kevin, I am going to lift the lid of this clothes hamper. When I do, I want you to place your face down on your underwear after you've put them in there. I will close the lid just above your waist. You will extend your feet out a few inches each time I tap you with my paddle until I have you in the position that I want you in. Once I have you there, your bare butt is going to be paddled until I think you're ready to mind Ms. Farthing. Do you understand?"

After I said that I did, I placed my head in the clothes hamper and put my face on my underwear. I had my feet about two feet from the clothes hamper, but I felt a light tap on my thighs. I moved my feet a few inches further out. I felt another tap. I moved them again. He then said, "Don't let your feet rise even one inch from the floor. Do you understand me?"

I said, "Yes sir." Within three seconds, I felt the most incredible sting I had ever felt in my life. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! After the fourth swat, I heard Kathy say, "Tare his butt up good, Mr. Thompson!" WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I was beginning to think I couldn't take any more, and the game didn't seem quite so fun anymore. I did my best to hold my feet still, but I collapsed them and my knees hit the floor causing the clothes hamper to lean toward me.

Chris lifted the lid and said "What did I tell you about moving your feet?" I paused seeming somewhat bewildered. For some reason, I guess Chris and Kathy both got a little scared when they saw me beginning to cry and feared I may decide to tell my parents. That would have gotten all of us in trouble. Anyway, for some reason, Chris suddenly became compassionate. He said, "Look Kevin, after about 15 swats, you don't feel them no matter how hard they are. Just hold in there a little longer because we really like seeing your butt turn red. We're not going to spank you this hard every day. Is it all right for me to close the lid again and you get back in position?" I told him it was all right if he gave me a few seconds to regroup. He said that was fine and even let me out of the clothes hamper to compose myself. After about two minutes, we all just sort of smiled at one another. He said, "Ready to go back in?" I told him I was. I got back in, he closed the lid, and I got my feet back in position. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Chris was right about one thing. Once you've had a certain number of swats, you don't feel much after that. Chris said, "Kevin, your butt's almost red enough. Stay in position for these last four and you can come out of the clothes hamper. WHAM! The first one covered the lowest part of my butt and upper thighs, and this caused fresh pain. I couldn't help myself. I moved my right foot up about five inches. Chris said, "Three penalty swats to your upper thighs for moving that foot!" WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He then said, "Now for your last three swats. Stay in position! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! When he finished, he lifted the lid and told me I could get out.

There was a mirror in my bathroom located above the lavatory. He told me that he wanted me to stand on the lavatory so I could see how red my butt was by looking in the mirror. I stood on the lavatory. My butt was red all over, and a small light purple mark with white in the middle was concentrated on the middle of the right cheek. They both started making remarks such as: "Guess that butt will be a little sore at the dinner table tonight, huh?" Kathy was about as direct as anyone could get when she said, "I love turning his butt red like you just did, Chris." Chris admitted it was fun for him as well, and he told me we'd play school at least three times a week. He also said I could count on one really severe spanking like I had just gotten every week from either him or Kathy. Kathy even volunteered that she was going to try to outdo Chris on her next "time at bat." They both assured me that my other spankings during the week would not be as severe. Kathy suggested that, the day after a sound spanking, school could still be held but that a ping pong paddle could be used on the bottom of my feet. Chris thought that was a good idea and also said they could use a fly swatter on the palms of my hands. They both smiled and went home.

One day in school at recess, I asked Kathy why she and Chris liked to spank me so much. She said that their father sometimes whipped them with a belt if they misbehaved and that this was a way to relieve the anger of their own spankings. Those kids moved away after my third grade year, but not before my butt was made awfully red many times during that year. I guess it's a good thing my parents had stopped spanking me two years before they came along. I don't know how I would have explained a pink (or maybe even red) butt when they might have pulled my pants down to administer a spanking of their own.