Prelude
The following story contains part two of a mostly true-life experience from my junior high days in Texas in the early 70's. I have taken dramatic license to include myself as the recipient of the corporal punishment with William. (It's my story and if I want a whipping I can get a whipping....so there!) If the whole truth were told I was one of the students standing outside listening to the muffled sounds of the paddle rhythmically striking William. I remember trying to talk to him as he walked out of the office, but he ducked his head and walked rapidly away. William's and my second paddling did not occur, but the rest of the story is true.
Some to the names have changed, not to protect the innocent, but simply because I suffer from CRS decease and I can't remember anybody's name.
I only got one pop in my entire junior high career and it was kind of anti-climatic and not worth mentioning.
The Days of Dread
As the school year progressed and the holiday's approached all junior high school students get a little antsy. Our gym class was no exception. At the far off softball field we felt in a world of our own. No coaches around, just a fellow student. We pushed him to the brink. Horseplay and foul language were the norm. One Monday I could tell that Scott had had it. He kept yelling at us to watch our language, keep our hands to ourselves, quit throwing things, etc.... But what could he do. He was all bark and no bite. At the end of class I saw Scott go into the coaches office. He looked like he was pissed off. I got dressed and went home, putting Scott out of my mind.
The next day I dressed for gym and went to the basketball courts for roll call. Everybody sat down and waited for Scott. He called the roll without and joking that we were accustomed to.
"Boys, your behavior the last couple of weeks has gotten out of control. You've been taking advantage of me and it's going to stop. Yesterday you would listen to me for anything. After class I went and had a long talk with Coach Plumber. He wanted me to remind you that you are to treat me like one of your teachers. And to see that you do, anybody that disobeys me or uses profanity will receive five pops from him."
We all looked around at each other. Five pops was very serious.
"Now if you think that I joking you can be the first to tell your friends that you got five pops from Coach Plumber. Now lets go to play softball."
I walked out to the field with my friend William. Neither one of us had been in trouble in school before. (We were the Nerds of the 70's) We really didn't pay much attention to Scott because we thought he was talking about the other kids who always got into trouble. As we were walking out to the field I said something smart to Williams and then ran. He chased me and pushed me down. Just playing around.
Scott yelled, "All right William, we'll have no more pushing."
William just shook his head and ran onto the field.
During the game William and I were on the sideline waiting to bat when I reached down and untied his shoes. As I started to run away William reached out and grabbed my arm to pull me down.
"WILLIAM, didn't you listen to me earlier. I guess you thought that I was joking. Well, you are going to find out that this is not a joke. You can come stand by me until it's time to go see Coach Plumber."
Everybody froze. William slowly walked over to Scott.
I don't know what got into me, but I yelled, "William's going to get his ASS whipped." I don't think that I meant say it as loud as I did, but it was too late.
"OK, Woody you can come over here and join William."
Oh no, what had I done. I immediately pictured the paddle that I was going to face. I just froze and didn't say anything. I was instantly scared.
"WOODY, GET OVER HERE NOW!"
I snapped out of it and walked over to stand next to William. I kept thinking what have I done now. I don't get in trouble in school. I've never gotten one pop, much less five.
The game continued. I stood next to William. He looked like he wanted to cry. I felt like I wanted to cry.
"Why did you do that to me?" he whispered.
"ME, you pushed me and I getting it too....."
That wasn't the right thing to say to William. He hauled off and pushed me as hard as he could. I got off the ground and charged him.
"STOP THAT RIGHT NOW."
Scott was pulling my arm.
"Woody, you go and stand in the hall by the coaches office. William you stay here. NOW."
Now what had I done. I was going down hill fast.
I started the long walk back to the building. I kept playing the scene over and over in my head. Why did I have to be so dumb? I didn't want anybody to see me crying, but I was afraid that I would not be able to stand the pain. My body was shivering. The walk took forever. As I opened the door to the building I looked back and saw that the game was breaking up. I wouldn't be long now.
I stood in the hall with my back to the wall. I felt my hands rubbing my bottom. Coach Plumber walked passed me.
"Boy what are you doing here?"
"Sc.. Sc.. Scott sent me here to wa wait."
"Already, I guess I'll have to get my paddle out."
"Ya Yes Sir."
Boy I really wanted to cry now. There was a lump in my throat. I suddenly had to pee real bad. Nervous reaction.
"Coach can I go to the bathroom please sir?"
"Yes, but then you come right back and wait for Scott right where he told you."
Coach Plumber went into his office and I stepped into the bathroom. I went up to the urinal and pulled my gym shorts down. I peed a little, but not much for as bad as I had to go. I tired pee more, but I just shook. I could hear the kids yelling outside and knew they were getting close. I pulled up my pants and went back to stand in the hall.
After only a few seconds, the door to the outside opened in kids started filing in.
"Man are you going to get it."
"Five pops wow. Did you mess up big time?"
"Woody, you're not going to be able to sit for a week man."
I just looked down and didn't reply.
William and Scott walked in.
"You two wait here. I'll be right back."
William stood next to me.
"I'm sorry William. I didn't think this would happen."
"Well it did!"
"I'm scared."
"Me too"
I just closed my eyes and put my butt up against the wall. It felt comforting that I could do this without pain right now. I knew that this would not be the case in a few minutes.
I heard the door to the coach's office open and I jumped up.
"Come on in boys," Scott beckoned.
We walked in silently. Coach Plumber was sitting behind his desk. I looked at him, but then I noticed the paddle sitting on the desk. It had my full attention. Coach Plumber would have to take second place.
"William, Woody....'
"Sir"
"Scott tells me that he has had a problem with the two of you. Didn't he warning you at the beginning of class what would happen if you disobeyed him?"
"Yes sir," William replied in a half choked voice.
"And weren't you told what would happen if you used profanity Woody?"
"Ya Yes Sir. I'm gonna get five pops?" I answered. The lump in my throat was getting bigger.
"For your language, that's right, but we have more problems to deal with. Now did you boys think Scott was joking when he told you that you had to treat him like another teacher?"
"No sir."
"OK, Then William, for not obeying Scott you are going to receive five pops. And Woody you are going to get five pops for using profanity. Have either one of you ever gotten pops before?"
"No sir."
"Never Sir, I'm sorry."
"You will be. I want you to know that I'm not going to hold back any just because of your size or because you have never gotten pops before. You will learn to respect Scott like you should. Now we have another problem with you fighting after you were already in trouble. I can only give you five pops in one day, but don't think that is going to keep you from getting in trouble for fighting. You'll be back in here at the end of class on Friday for five more pops, do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Ya Ya sir." I wanted to run out of the room. I should have known that there would be more punishment for the little tussle, but I didn't think about it.
"Ok, William step up to my desk and assume the position." Coach Plumber said as he stood up. He picked up the paddle and stepped around the desk. My eyes never left the paddle.
"Put you feet back here and bend over and put your hands on the desk."
William obeyed. I forced my eyes away from the paddle. When I looked back over Coach Plumber was pushing William's feet back with his foot. William looked up at me with a scared look on his face. I looked away quickly.
"Now keep you hands on the desk. This is going to hurt."
Coach Plumber was standing on the right hand side of William. He placed the paddle on Williams butt. William turned his head the other way. The paddle was drawn back.
Whoosh WAAAAP
I could actually fell the wind from the paddle going forward. William grunted and bent forward. I jumped and felt my eyes water over.
The paddle was on its mark again. I tensed as I watched it drawn back.
Whoosh WAAAAP
Ahhh
William jerked forward and rolled his head toward me. His face was grimaced. My whole body trembled.
I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the paddle as it moved forward. Whoosh WAAAAP
Oooh
I tried my best not to look. If I wasn't getting a spanking next I might have been enjoying this, but I was too scared to think about that. How could I fantasize about getting pops? Maybe that is why I opened my mouth when I knew better.
I grabbed by butt and tensed it up and looked back at William. The paddle was resting on his butt and you could see the pain in his face. His eyes were blood shot. As the paddle was pulled back I shook my head and William closed his eyes.
Whoosh WAAAAP
William went up on his toes, but he never let go of the desk. He had one to go and then it was my turn. I found myself shaking my legs together. I was scared to death. William was trembling.
"Put your feet flat on the floor, you've got one more coming."
William put his feet on the floor, went back up on his toes, and then put them flat again. Coach Plumber placed the paddle on its mark again and pulled it back. He went forward half way and they _c_o_c_k_ed it back even further.
Whooooosh WAAAAAAAAAP
AHHHHHH
William fell forward onto the desk. I think he was trying to hide his face because he was crying. I know I was about to cry myself. Coach let him stay there for what seemed like forever. I would look and him and then look back at the paddle. God I wanted to cry and I had to pee again.
"OK William."
William got up slowly and then looked straight at me. His eyes were red and watery. He was rubbing his butt and shaking his head. "Oh man" was all he could say. I looked away, down to the ground.
"Woody, your turn, assume the position."
I just stood there, too frightened to move.
"WOODY, NOW."
Frightened, but not stupid I started to walk to the desk where William had just been spanked.
"Please God help me through this." I thought to myself.
I put my feet about where William had been and slow bent over. I wasn't as tall as him and had to move my feet in closer so that I could reach the desk. My hands were shaking; I grabbed the end of the desk and gripped it with all my might. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I press my knees together and tensed my butt cheeks. I saw Coach step to my right side. When I felt the paddle touch my butt I rocked up on my toes and pulled away from it. The time had come. I was getting five pops. The Coach was going to spank my butt hard.
"Come on Woody, You've got to relax. Feet flat on the floor. You're getting five pops and they are going to hurt, but you have to relax you butt before I start."
I let my feet go flat and my butt muscles loose. I opened my eyes and looked back at Coach. I wanted to say something, but the lump in my throat wouldn't let me talk. I remember thinking to myself, "Well you been fascinated with spankings for a long time, now you're going to see what a real one is like."
I felt the paddle on my butt again and I turned my head forward, closing my eyes. Then the paddle was there anymore. Oh no!
Whoosh WAAAAP
Gawd it stung. When the sting subsided the pain started, down my legs and up the fleshy part of my butt. How was I going to take four more of these? I did not like getting spanked. I held onto the desk and opened my eyes. I looked over at William and saw that he was staring towards my butt. He saw me looking at him and he stared away.
The paddle was touching my butt again. I dropped my head down, but kept my eyes open. I tired to relax as much as I could. Not easy when your butt already fells like it has been attacked by a swarm of red ants and the spanking has just begun. _s_h_i_t_. The paddle was not touching me any more. My shoulders tensed.
Whoosh WAAAAP
It stung even worse than the first one. I rocked forward, but held my ground. I turned my head to look toward Coach, but it was hard to focus my eyes through the moisture that had suddenly built. As soon as I relaxed back onto my flat feet I could feel that nasty paddle touching me again. I could feel the heat between my butt and the paddle, but was still not happy when I felt the paddle pulling away. Relax, it's almost over....
Whoosh WAAAAP
Ohhhhh
I leaned forward and lifted my feet in place trying to alleviate the stinging and the pain. All three pops had connected in about the same place, where my thigh meets my butt. As I moved my head I felt a tear drop down on my hand. My legs were shaking. William had turned his head and was rubbing his own butt.
"Relax, two more to go."
It wasn't easy, but I tried to relax. I closed my eyes again. I lifted first my right foot knee high, and then my left. I let my knees cave in and then straightened them out. The sting had faded, but the pain was growing. I was a relaxed as I was going to get. I waited for the paddle to test it marks for what seemed a long time. When I finally felt it touching my butt my arms shook. Spankings were not fun! The paddle was gone again.....
Whoosh WAAAAP
Owwww
My head jerked back, my arms came off of the desk and my feet lurked forward. It sung worse than a thousand bees. I wanted to grab my butt, but stopped myself. I felt a tear roll down my face past my nose and into the corner of my mouth. I could taste the salt of the tear. I shook my head to clear any other tears.
"Young man, you've got one more pop coming. You need to get back in position. And I want you to know the last one is always the hardest."
Gee thanks Coach. Like I could do something about that. It was going to be hard enough for me to get back in position without the added pressure of a harder spanking. I did the high steps with my feet a couple of more times and then bent back over and grabbed the desk. I turned to look at the Coach. For some reason I wanted to watch the paddle this time, but it's hard to do when you have tears in your eyes. Contact. The paddle was at its target again. It was incredible how much heat could build up between the paddle and my butt, but it was HOT. I actually saw the Coach's arms moving as he pulled the paddle back. Another tear brought everything out of focus again. I could feel the wind as the paddle came forward and I brought my butt cheeks together. No pop. The paddle had stopped. Then the heat started to build and the paddle was rubbing my butt.
"Relax"
How, I though to myself. That thing is about to really hurt me. It was gone again. I looked forward. The air whooshed and then stopped. It whooshed again.
Whooooooosh WAAAAAAAAAAP
It stung twice as much as any of the others. I jumped up and grabbed my butt. I could feel the heat in my hands. I sniffed my nose and wiped the tears from my face. Now I knew what a spanking felt like and I didn't like it. The bad part was that I had another spanking coming on Friday.
"OK, I hope you have learned a lesson here today. I think everyone in your class has learned from your example today. I shouldn't have to remind you to report back here after gym class on Friday before you change out of your gym clothes. Scott will see to it that you get here. Now think before you act. See you on Friday."
"Yes sir," I said in a cracked voice.
I turned and looked a William and saw that his eyes were still blood shot. He was still rubbing his butt. I knew that there would be some kids waiting for us outside the door and I wanted to act like the spanking did not bother me. Yea right. I forced my hands from my butt and wiped my face with my shirt. I looked at the door, but made no move toward it. William did not seem to be in a rush either. Scott opened the door and I saw about six kids standing outside. I would have been one of them if I weren't the star attraction. They stepped back and let Scott walk by. I walked out following William.