The Curiosity that Redend a Butt - Part 5 – Pamela’s Equalizer - The Final Chapter

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Here is the final installment in my short story. Hope you enjoy it.



Part 5 – Pamela’s Equalizer - The Final Chapter

When I got home the first thing that I did was to check out my bottom
in the mirror. It looked bad, just like Pamela described. As soon as
I thought about Pamela describing my butt I thought about spanking
hers. That was about the most exciting thing that I could think of.

My bottom sure hurt, especially when I first sat down. I was afraid
that my parents would notice me winching when I sat down. The last
thing that I wanted was for my parents to find out that I had gotten
spanked in school. I found that soft cushioned chairs were best. I
made sure that I sat down for dinner before everybody else.

That night I went to bed and dreamed about spanking Pamela with Mr.
Baker’s paddle. It was a great dream until I had a horrifying
discovery. I had no paddle like Mr. Baker’s to paddle her with. I
could not think of any way to get one. I knew that the kids in
woodshop got to make paddles for a project, but you had to be in 8th
grade to take woodshop and I was only in the 7th. I did not want to
wait an entire year to get to paddle Pamela.

In the morning a quick mirror check showed a little less red and a
little more black and blue on my punished bottom. The hot water from
the shower made me decide to take a quick shower. I stood while I ate
a bowl of cereal and then hurried out the door.

I met Pamela at the cafeteria and wanted to burst out, “How am I going
to give you your pops because we don’t have a paddle?” Somehow it
just came out, “Good morning Pamela.”

“How’s it, ya know, feel.”

“Sore as can be. It looks worse this morning.”

“Yeah, but it was exciting wasn’t it?”

You know, I had not thought about it, but she was right. It was one
of the most exciting things that I had done.

“Yea, I guess it was, but I think you may find it more exciting right
now because your butt doesn’t hurt as much as mine. But, yea, it was
very exciting.”

We did not talk about paddling anymore during school, but I did go
over to her house after school.

“Were you serious about getting, you know, I mean, ahhh. Where you
going to let, I mean I do owe you…”

“Yea, You can paddle me, but only five times!! No more, OK.”

“But, we don’t have a paddle.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, but we need to find a time that we can,
ya know be alone long enough.”

“Oh right.”

“Maybe a week from Saturday. My parents are going to a wedding in Pt.
Arthur and maybe they will let me stay home.”

“That would be great, but you have a paddle?”

“Yea, my Mom has a sorority paddle hanging on the office wall. It’s
just like Mr. Baker’s. Want to see it?”

“Oh, sure.”

We walked into her Mom’s office and I saw the paddle hanging on the
wall behind her desk. I looked a lot like Mr. Barkers, but it the
Greek letters, Kappa Alpha Theta, burned into it. It was perfect.

“Wow, that’s great. Talk them into letting you stay home during the
wedding. I’m so excited.”

“Me too, now go home.”

“See ya in the morning.”

I think I just about floated home. I was so looking forward to a week
from Saturday like I used to look forward to Christmas when I was a
child.

Over the next several days it became less painful to sit down. My
bruises faded and were completely gone by Monday morning. I dreamed
of spanking Pamela or Mr. Baker paddling me, or even Pamela spanking
me every night. I even day dreamed about it every day.

Monday morning Pamela came running up to me outside the cafeteria.
She was so excited and smiling broadly.

“Mom’s letting me stay home by myself on Saturday!! Isn’t that great???”

“Oh man that’s so cool. I can’t wait. Oh man.”

“It’s going to be great. Err, I think. Right ‘Mr. Baker’?”

“That’s right young lady, that’s right.”

It was a long week after that. We made plans for the big day. Pamela
wanted it to be just like school, so I was going to meet her at lunch
time. She was going to have a “punishment table” set up with a
chalkboard behind it to write her name and checks on. She was even
going to make up a paddling slip. I was really enjoying all the
planning.

For the rest of the week we went over the punishment day time after
time. Pamela wanted us to pretend that we were in school. She said
that I would be Mr. Baker and another student that was to be punished.
She wanted me to paddle a pillow while yelping like my butt was
gettin whupped. Pamela was really working to make this a fun day.

Friday night I talk to Pamela on the phone, but was afraid to say
anything about our plans for fear that one of our parents would hear.
We just talked about school and things. Just before we hung up,
Pamela said, “ I’ll see you at THE table in the cafeteria.”

“Sure, I’ll see you for sure.”

Of course, I knew what THE table was and when I would see her there.
I was tough trying to fall asleep just thinking about it.

I got up Saturday morning and put on my most adult looking shirt and
slacks. I put a couple surprises in my pocket for Pamela. I was
going to look like an adult principal the best way that I could. I
ate breakfast and told my Mom that I was going to spend the day at the
park and library. She told me to have fun. Boy, was that my plan, to
have a super fun day.

At 10 o’clock, I hoped on my bike and road past Pamela’s house. It
was way too early to go in since her parents weren’t leaving to 11. I
kept going and actually went to the library and checked out a book.
See, I did not lie to my Mom and I had proof. By 11 I was back by
Pamela’s house. I rode around the block over and over until I saw her
parents leave. I made the trip around the block one more time, just
in case they came back for something.

I was so nervous when I finally pulled my bike into Pamela’s backyard
that I forgot to put my kickstand down and my bike crashed to the
ground. She must have heard all the commotion, because she opened the
backdoor before I could knock.

When I walked into her house I was nervous but very excited. I’m glad
that I had put my jock strap on because it was helping to keep the
embarrassing lump in my pants from showing as much.

“I’m glad you came. I’m so excited. You are going to spank me as
hard as you can, aren’t you?”

“Maybe not as hard as Mr. Baker, but as hard as I can. Remember, you
got me all those extra pops, so you deserve this young lady.”

“I know, I just want to make sure you don’t feel sorry for me and give
me a soft spanking.”

“Not on your life, young lady. Your bottom is going to be sore for
days. You were a BAD girl and need to be punished.”

“Ohh, you sound SO serious. Now here is “Bobby’s” note. He’s getting
five pops for skipping class. I put a pillow in the office on a chair
in the corner. That is “Bobby’s” butt.”

“Ok.” I took the note and looked at it. It was a hand written
version of the Disciplinary Action Form that I had gotten. She had
checked Unexcused Absences for the misdeed and had written five for
the number of pops.

“This looks real good.”

“Come on into the kitchen and I’ll give you your lunch. Its PBJ!
Hope you like it.”

“That sounds good.” As we walked into the kitchen I saw the chalkboard
that she had leaned up against the wall on the table. On it was
written Bobby with four check marks and Pamela with four check marks.
Pamela was awesome.

She handed me a sack with my lunch in it and then said, “I have to go
pee before we get started. I don’t want to pee in my pants when I
getting my spanking.”

“Yea, I need to pee too. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I’m not
the one about to get my butt busted, you are. But, I’ve got to pee
‘cause I’m nervous.”

“OK, you go first and then we can start. You go to the table like you
got there before me. OK”

“Yea,” and I walked to the bathroom. The problem was I could not pee
and it was hard to get my jock strap back on. It hurt to put things
back in place. I was not used to this puberty thing.

When I walked out of the bathroom Pamela handed me my lunch with out a
word. I went and sat down and started to eat. I felt just like I was
at the punishment table at school. Pamela came and sat down across
from me, but we did not speak. I looked at her out of the corner of
my eyes, but did not want to make eye contact. This felt so real. We
ate in silence.

I was not sure how we were going to get called to the office, but
Pamela had thought of that too.

“Yes mam, we will follow you.”

We got up and I followed Pamela to the office. She had put two chairs
outside and we sat down. I made the next move.

“Yes sir,” I said as I walked into the office. The paddle was hanging
on the wall and it looked so dominating.

“Bobby, you are here because you skipped English class on Monday,” I
said loudly in the deepest voice that I could muster.

“Explain to me why you skipped.”

“I…I…err…I don’t know. I just didn’t want to go,” I replied in a
little boy voice.

“Well, we can’t have that. You are going to be punished for you
misbehavior by receiving five pops. Do you have anything in your back
pockets?”

“No sir.”

“Step over here and bend over. Put your hands on the wall.” I picked
up the paddle and walked over to the pillow. I rubbed the paddle on
the pillow and swung if back as hard as I could.

Poppppp

“Owww,” I yelled, hoping to make Pamela more nervous than she already was.

Poppppp

“Ohh, Ohh, Ohh.”

Poppppp

“Yowww.”

I waited a few seconds and then said sternly, “Bobby, you have two
more coming, get back into position.”

Poppppp

“Oh, please…..”

“One more. I guess you will think twice about skipping.”

“Yea…”

Poppppp

I made sobbing sounds and even rubbed my butt like it was hurting.

“Now think before you act from now on. Come sign this.”

I put the paddle back on it’s hook and got out my surprise. I put on
a clip on tie, a fake mustache and some thick glasses with clear lens.
I glanced in a mirror in the room and thought that I looked pretty
mature.

As I opened the door to the office I said, “OK, Bobby you can have a
seat. Pamela, come on in.”

I know I had a smirk on my face when Pamela walked into the room. I
was a little afraid that she was going to start laughing when she saw
my mustache and glasses, but she just looked scared. It was SO real
like I was a real adult principal getting ready to discipline a
misbehaving student.
“Pamela, you are here because you failed to turn in your homework on
five different occasions. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Em, well ya see, I em, was really busy you see and I em just didn’t
have time to you know get all my homework done.”

“OK, I could understand you missing one assignment, or even two. That
is why we give students a little leeway when it comes to homework, but
after two missed assignments we need to do something to eliminate the
problem. Homework is an important part of your education. Not only
do you the subject matter, but you also learn time management and
responsibility. You obviously need to learn the last two and we are
going to give you a little help with learning today. For the next
couple of days every time you sit down you will be reminded that you
need to turn your homework in on time. I’m sure you know that you
will be receiving five pops.”

I stood up and picked up the paddle.

“Do you have anything in your back pockets?”

“N..N..No Sir.”

I used the paddle as a pointer and said, “Stand right here and lean
over and put your hands on the desk.”

I swear she was trembling as she walked over in front of the desk and
leaned over. What a sight. Pamela had on some slacks that were snug
against her butt when she bent over. She looked SO fine and my jock
strap tightened up even more.

I stepped up next to her and rubbed the paddle on her bottom. Man,
did I feel powerful. I loved it.

I pulled the paddle back and then gently placed it back on her bottom.
I wanted to prolong this as long as possible. I pulled the paddle
back as far as I could and swung with all my might….

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

Pamela jumped up and screamed, “YOWWWWW”

I think that I shocked her in how hard I could swing. She got back in
position right away and pushed her butt out like she was awaiting
more. I was glad to give her more. I touched the paddle to her
bottom and pulled it back right away for pop number two.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

“Owww” Pamela leaned up, but did not get out of position.
Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

“Ergh.” Pamela leaned down and put her head on the desk. I waited a
few seconds, just staring at that cute bottom.

“Pamela, you have two more to go….”

“It hurts.”

“Yes, it’s a spanking, you are being punished, its supposed to hurt.
Now, get back in position.”

She pushed her butt up and then leaned back forward.

“NOW”

This time she pushed her butt back up and kept it there. I rubbed the
paddle on her bottom and again and then pulled it back. As soon as I
did, Pamela leaned forward again.

“Pamela.”

She pushed her butt out again and I swung the paddle at it before she
could move forward again.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

Pamela jumped up and did a little dance, rubbing her butt like crazy.
I watched without saying anything. It was quite a show. Tears were
dripping down her face. She finally quit dancing and just stood
there.

“You have one more, let’s get it over with.”

She leaned over and put her hands back on the desk. I rubbed her
bottom for a good long time and then quickly…..

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

Pamela jumped up and danced again. After a minute I told her she
needed to sign the paper. She made a show of it and signed on the
desk. I put the paddle back on the hook and told her that she could
go.

Pamela walked out of the room without a word. I pull off my tie,
glasses and mustache and joined her at the punishment table. We sat
as fellow spanked students for a minute in silence.

Pamela finally broke the silence.
“WOW, you spank even harder than Mr. Baker. That hurt like the Dickens.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit harder than him. I’m so….”

She got up and hugged me, “NO, it was awesome.”

Man, that felt so good. I hugged her back and just knew that she
could feel my stretched out jock strap, but I didn’t care.

Pamela stepped back, “It couldn’t have been better, just like I had
dreamed. Now, let’s clean up so you can rub my sore bottom.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I grabbed the two chairs from the
hall by the office and brought them back to the kitchen. Pamela had
cleaned up the table and erased the chalkboard. She picked it up and
said, “Come on.”

I followed her to her bedroom.

As soon as Pamela put the chalkboard up she walked over to the foot of
her bed and faced away from me. She kicked off her shoes and then
pulled her pants all the way off. Either her panties were stuck in
her pants, or she had not been wearing any. I had placed the pops at
the bottom of her butt just where they meet her legs. Her bottom was
bright red and there was even a small black bruise. It sure looked a
lot worse than it had looked when Mr. Baker had spanked her.

“Man, it’s sure red.” I reached out and started to rub her soreness away.

“Oh, that feels good. It hurts, but it feels good too.”

We had several hours before I had to be home and before her parents
would get home. I’ll stop this story here because what happened next
just does not belong in a story about spanking. Oh, we did not do IT,
but we came close…..

Oh, and just in case you wanted to know, Pamela is still my girlfriend today!