The Curiosity that Redend a Butt - Part 4 - My Curiosity is Met

[Woody]

I just finished this story and realized that I had not posted the
fourth part, so here it is. I'll post the final part next week.



Part 4 – My Curiosity is Met

“Thanks,” and I hurried off to the bathroom. I was able to pee, put
my books in the locker, and get to the cafeteria before the bell rang.
I was the last inmate to the punishment table. Nobody even
acknowledge that I had arrived. They were all eating and I sat down
and joined them. I had barely finished my sandwich when a lady from
the office walked up.

“OK, ya’ll need to come with me know. Bring your paddling slip with you.”

I had not heard it called a paddling slip before and it kind of scared
me. I was getting paddled! I could feel myself shaking a little. I
had the two notes or paddling slips in my back pocket and I pulled
them out. We all got up and followed her without a word.

The chain gang walked in single file behind the office worker. We
followed her into the main door of the office and right past a counter
to a long hall.

“Stand next to the wall and give me your slips. We will call your
name when it is your turn.”

I had ended up second in the line, behind Jack Williams. I knew him
from gym class. Nobody said anything. We just stood there for what
seemed like forever.

“Linda Jones.”

A girl walked past me and into the open office door.

I had not seen Mr. Baker yet, but heard a male voice and I assume it was his.

“Linda you have three pops coming for talking out in class. Do you
have anything to say?”

“No sir,” was the soft reply.

“Do you have anything in your back pockets?”

“No Sir.”

“Lean forward and place your hands on the wall…. Butt out.”

WHHAPP.

The sound of the spanking was so much louder than it was from outside
that it startled me. I felt myself sucking my own butt in. Now I was
scared and wished that I had not thought of getting myself pops.

WHHAPP.

WHHAPP.

There was more talking in the office, but I was too preoccupied to
listen. Linda walked out, looking down.

“Tom.”

Tom walked by and I only half heard that he was getting four pops for
fighting.

WHHAPP
WHHAPP
WHHAPP
WHHAPP

I jumped with each pop, but did keep a silent count of the number given.
Tom walked out and then Jack was called in. He stepped into the
office and I moved up closer to the door. I still could not see Mr.
Baker, but I could see Jack standing there. He was also getting four
pops for fighting. I think he was fighting with Tom.

When Jack was told to put his hands on the wall he stepped forward and
I could now see Mr. Baker walking past him with the paddle in his
hand. It looked huge to me. I would guess it was three inches wide,
a half inch thick, and 20 inches long. It had that white tape that
doctors use around the hitting part, but it wasn’t real white anymore.
I guess it got dirty from beating so many butts all the time.

Mr. Baker put the paddle on Jack’s bottom as if he was marking his
spot. He pulled it way back and then swung it forward with great
force.

WHHAPP

I looked away, too afraid to see what was coming.

WHHAPP
WHHAPP
WHHAPP

Jack walked passed me rubbing his bottom.

“Alice”

Alice walked in and I heard Mr. Baker welcome her back. She was
getting her four pops for being tardy and apparently it was not the
first time. She was in position in short order and Mr. Baker took no
time to find his mark.

WHHAPP

I was staring into the room and was focused on her round bottom as it
was beaten by the paddle.

WHHAPP

WHHAPP

Alice jumped up and grabber her seat.

“Alice,” Mr. Baker pointed the paddle at the wall and Alice apparently
knew what he meant. She got back into place and he gave her her last
pop immediately.

WHHAPP

“Yow!!,” Alice jumped up, grabbing her cute bottom.

Jane was called in next to get three pops for not turning in her
homework. She was a rather large girl and gave Mr. Baker an easy
target.

WHHAPP
Grunt
WHHAPP
Grunt
WHHAPP
“Aww, aww, aww.” Jane was whimpering. It took her a moment to get
herself together before she walked out of the room.

Mary was called in next. She was one of the cheerleaders and was a
couple years older than me. She was hot. I started to look forward
to watching her get her pops when I remember that I would be next.
Even so, she was HOT. Her jeans were tight on her soon to be whipped
bottom. For some reason I thought of Pamela and her naked red bottom
as I looked at Mary.

“Mary, I’m disappointed in you. Skipping class is just not like you.
You’ll be getting five pops young lady and I don’t expect to see you
in my office again.”

Mary did not answer; she just stood there and looked HOT.

“Place your hands on the wall and push your bottom out.”

I had to watch, wild elephants could not have stopped me. Mary
silently leaned over and put her hands high on the wall. She push her
bottom out and Mr. Baker walked around her to get in position. Did I
say that she looked HOT, well, she did. Mr. Baker put the paddle up
against that lovely bottom and found his spot. He pulled it back, but
not as far as he had for the others.

Whapp

“Owww,” Mary jumped up and hopped around. This was going to take
forever, but that was OK with me.

“Mary, you need to get back in position.”

She danced around a little more and then got back in postion.

Whapp

“OWWW, OWWW, OWWW.” More dancing and bottom rubbing.

“Mary.”

She moved back in to position, but jumped back up as soon as Mr. Baker
put the paddle on her butt to take aim.

“NOW, MARY.”

He sounded mad. He did not to get mad right before he was going to
give me a spanking. Cute bottom or not Mary needed to get back in
position and I think she understood that he was getting mad. She
pushed her butt way out and took her third pop without jumping up.

Whapp

“OWWWWW.”

Whapp

“OWWWW OWWW OWWWW,” Mary leaned forward and rocked on her feet, but
did not leave the wall.

Whapp

“OWWWWWWWWW,” Mary jumped up and danced around. When she turned
towards me I could see the tears running down her face. She may not
have gotten as hard of a spanking as the others, but her reaction was
the harshest. She finally walked out the door and passed me.

“Woody.”

Oh shit, it’s my turn. Legs don’t fail me now. I figured that I was
going to be acting more like Mary than the others since I already felt
like crying. There was a big lump in my throat. I walked into the
room and faced Mr. Baker.

Mr. Baker had be spanking slips in his hands.

“Woody, you’ve had a bad week haven’t you?”

“Yea, yes sir.”

“OK, looks like two for chewing gum in class, three for being late to
class, and three for not turning in your homework.”

“SSSS Sir.”

“Do you have anything in your back pocket?”

“NNN no, SSSS Sir.”
“OK, put your hands up on the wall and push your butt out,” he said
while pointing to the wall with that mean looking paddle.

I already knew what I was supposed to do and started to lean forward
as he was pointing. I needed to pee again and hoped I would not pee
on myself while I was getting my butt spanked.

The wall was cold to my touch. It was a painted cinderblock wall. I
stood about three feet from the wall, leaned forward, and put my hands
on the wall up above my head. As I pushed my butt out my hands slid
down the wall about a foot. I was like a zombie now, acting without
thinking. I looked straight forward and did not see Mr. Baker walk up
beside me. When I felt the paddle touching my bottom, I clinched my
butt and closed my eyes. The time had come. I was about to get the
first spanking of my life. No more wondering how much it would hurt,
I was going to know first hand. The paddle was gone. Oh No. No No No.
Please No.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

“Woooo!!”

I could actually hear the wind noise as the paddle traveled toward my
butt. The noise that it made was even louder when you were the spanked
than it was standing right outside in the hall.

It stung like a swarm of mosquitos. Then the sting turned to an
intense pain. The pop had landed right in the center of my bottom.
I’m proud to say that I did not stand up, only leaning forward
slightly.

Before I had much time to think about it I could feel the paddle up
against my butt again.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

“OWWWWWWW”

I rocked up onto my tippy toes and then back into position. My
curiosity had been met. It was ok with me if we stopped now.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

No warning that time, just the loud noise, biting sting, and sharp
pain. Three pops would have been plenty for me. That’s how many
Pamela got and this was her idea. God it hurt, but I thought I
handled the first three quite well.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh….”
Four down and four to go. Please let me make it. I had stayed in
position, not cried out too much. All four pops had hit in about the
same spot in the center of my butt. Pamela’s pops had been lower,
half out of the bottom of her panties. Suddenly, the paddle was
touching me in this lower position. Then it was gone.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

The sound was the same, but the pain was much greater. MUCH GREATER.
My knees buckled and I fell into the wall. I stood up and tried to
get back into position before Mr. Baker had to say anything. I guess
I moved fast enough because he said nothing as I worked to push my
butt back out for more pain. Just three more to go.

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

The pain was growing. I think I yelled out and I could feel tears
rolling down the side of my nose. I went up on my tippy toes and one
foot went forward. I quickly settled back into position and as soon
as my foot was planted…

Swooosh WAAACKKKK!

The surprise of the quick pop was too much. I jumped up and grabbed
my sore behind. That did not help. My hands rubbing my butt only
made it hurt more. I was dancing like the cheerleader and could feel
a big lump in my throat. I did not care it I got yelled at, I needed
a break before the last pop.

“Woody.”

I turned to see Mr. Baker pointed the paddle at the wall. I put my
hands back on the wall and then stood back up as I started to push my
butt out.

“WOODY, you have one more coming. Now, GET INTO POSITION.”

Oh shit, now he was mad. I was shaking and in pain, but I knew that I
needed to get back in position. It was hard, but I forced myself to
present my bottom for one more pop.

The paddle was back rubbing the bottom of my well spanked butt. I
closed my eyes as tight as possible. When the paddle was gone I
tensed my whole body up.

Swooooooooosh WAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK!

I think I had made him mad. This pop was twice as hard as any of the
others. The force of the pop knocked my straight up in the air and I
crashed into the wall. I know I yelled out. I turned and grabbed my
butt, but let go real fast because just touching it hurt like the
dickens. I breathed heavily and cried softly. I was trying my
hardest to get myself back together before I had to walk out to the
line of my fellow inmates.

“Woody, you can go to the hall now.”

I turned and walked toward the door. The corduroy pants were not such
a good idea. They were rubbing on my blistered butt and every step
hurt. I looked down as I passed the line of spanked students until I
got to the end of the line. I did not hear them call John in or hear
his crime, but I did hear three quick pops.

The office worker walked out and told us to follow her. We went back
to the table of shame in the cafeteria. I soon found that I would not
enjoy sitting down for a while. The pain was greatest when I first
sat down, but every time I moved it intensified again. I just sat
there looking down for a few minutes before the bell rang. I saw
Pamela across the courtyard as I walked out, but did not have time to
talk to her. I was not going to be late for class anytime soon.

As hard as it had been to pay attention before my spanking, it was
harder after. Every time that I moved around in my seat I had a
reminder. I was trying to keep from letting the others students know
about the spanking, but most had seen my at the punishment table. One
kid in history asked me how my butt felt and I just shook my head and
said, “Oh, man.” I decided to skip my shower in gym for obvious
reasons.

Pamela was waiting for me after school. She quickly asked if I was
OK. I teared up again and said, “No, but I’ll be ok. Let’s go to
your house.” She turned and started walking real fast.

“I’m sorry I took your homework. I didn’t know.”

“I told you that it was OK. I wanted to find out how it felt, and now
I know. I just didn’t think it would be that bad. Could you tell
which one was me?”

“I think so. Were you second to last?”

“Yea.. Did you hear me scream? I think that I screamed once.”

“Yea. I heard you on that last pop. That was the loudest pop I’ve
heard all year.”

“It knocked me up against the wall. It was really bad. No more pops
at school for me! At least for a while.”

“Yeah, but I feel like I need some to be even with you.”

We made it to her house and went into her room.

“OK, Let’s see.”

I knew that she was going to want to see and that was why we were
going to her house, but I was still embarrassed. I’m sure my face was
the same color as my butt. I turned away from her and unsnapped by
pants. It hurt to pull them down.

“OH MAN. Your butt is bright red and has black and blue bruises already.”

She started to rub my butt and even though it hurt I did not want her
to stop. I did have to put one of my hands in front of my you know
because it was, well you can guess what was happening.

Though I did not want her to quit, I did not want her to see what was
happening out front either. I pulled up my pants and told her that I
needed to get home before her Mom came.

As she walked me to the door she said, “You know you owe me five pops.
Maybe you can give them to me instead of Mr. Baker.”

“Yea OK. I think that’s a good idea.” She had no idea how good an
idea that I thought that it was. I would be dreaming tonight!!

[Christian]

I was wondering if you had forgotten us Woody! Sheesh, late to class
again! lol. Well good story! I hope Woody really busts her bottom good
lol. Silly girl, enticing a poor innocent Woody into the butt busting
of his life! Women.. Always getting us poor innocent guys in trouble!
Er.. I ought to know lol.

Christian

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