Life of An American Girl Paddled at School Part 4

[wdst...@yahoo.com]

Here is the final part of my latest story. I have sanitized the
ending quite a bit, so it's not the original version.

I stood up and turned around to face the bed to trying to keep my
modesty and I began to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I sunk my thumbs
into the waistband and began to slowly pull my jeans and underwear
down over my hips. I winced as I pulled them down over by swollen
ass. I pulled them all the way down to the backs of my thighs and then
I heard him forcefully say. "Lay over your bed, girl." Trying to keep
my legs together, I knelt on the bad and crawled on top on my tummy,
and laid over the bed. "Put this under you." He said, pushing a
pillow towards me. I raised my hips and pushed the pillow
underneath. I laid there across my bed, legs together, with my ass up
in the air. My arms stretched out in front of me and my legs
stretched out, hanging off the edge of the mattress. He leaned
forward and pushed my sweater and shirt up on my back away from my
butt. Then he stood back. "You know the rules, Lisa Marie. You get
it at school, you get it at home." He said. I could hear his belt
buckle jingle and then he wasted no time. SPLAT!! The heavy leather
belt snapped across my ass and I let out a blood curdling scream.
"YEEEEEOOOWW!!" Then no more than 2 seconds later SPLAT!! Again the
belt cracked across the lower part of my but where my thighs meet.
"OOOOOWWWW!! DAD NOOOO!" I screamed and kicked my feet. SPLAT!!!
"AAIIIIEEEEEE!!" I screamed and squirmed on the bed. "PLEASE NOT SOOO
HARD!!! I begged as the assault continued. SPLAT!!! "OH GOD PLEASE!!
I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!!" I yelled and then I began to bawl and kick my
feet. SPLAT!!! Again the belt lashed my ass and I screamed.
"YEEOOOWWW!! PLEASE NO MORE!! I"LL BE GOOD!!" I was hysterical, as
I begged for mercy. SPLAT!! "OHHH OOOOWWW!! I"M SORRY! I"M SORRY!! I
yelled. He had covered every inch of my ass and it was pretty much
numb by this point. He continued lay the belt on my butt and finally
I just laid there sobbing and took the licks without moving.
SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! SPLAT!! Finally, the licks quit
coming. I guess he felt I had had enough. I laid there bawling with
my face buried in the bed. I could feel the welts rising on my
already bruised and swollen ass. "You stay in your room until you're
called for supper, young lady." He commanded and then he opened the
door, walked out and slammed it behind him. I moved around so that my
head was toward the headboard and I reached up and grabbed my stuff
bear Pogey. I pulled my knees up toward my chest and continued to sob
while rubbing my welted as cheeks.

I laid on the bed for another 15 minutes and then I got up and stood
with my back toward my full length mirror on the back of my closet
door and I looked at my battered ass over my shoulder. I winced when
I saw that it was a mess of welts, blisters and bruises. I reached
back with my hand and ran my fingers and palm over my butt cheek. "Oh
my God, my ass is totally roasted." I thought to myself. It was
definitely going to be hard to get these jeans up over my ass cheeks
and even harder to sit down for the next couple of days. Then there
was a knock at the door. It was my sister, Lori. "Lisa, supper's
ready." She said in a sympathetic tone through the door. "Ok, I'll
be down in a sec." I replied loudly. I didn’t want her to walk in
and see me in the state I was in. It took me awhile but I got somehow
got my panties and jeans back up. I went to my vanity and wiped the
running mascara from my eyes and blew my nose with a tissue. I tried
to compose myself the best that I could and then I headed downstairs.

When I entered the dining room, mom, dad and Lori were already seated
at the table and they become very quiet as I gingerly took my normal
seat next to Lori. Dad said Grace and then we began our meal. All
throughout dinner, I squirmed on the hardwood dining room chair. My
ass was really hurting. I was very quiet and just picked at my
supper. I was obviously visibly upset and didn’t really feel like
eating much. Everyone could tell and left me alone. I’m sure Lori
knew I got paddled and that I had just gotten whipped.

After supper, Lori and I were clearing the table, which was part of
our chores, along with washing and drying the dishes, mom said.
"Lisa, when you're finished helping your sister I want you upstairs in
your room for the rest of the night." "No T.V., no phone and no
stereo, is that understood, young lady?" Normally, I might have
protested, but upstairs in my room was right where I wanted to be.

In the kitchen, I washed and Lori dried. I remained quiet. I just
wanted to get the dishes done and get up to my room. It stayed quiet
for awhile and then Lori started asking questions. "Did you really
call Ms. P. a bitch? She asked. "I'd rather not talk about it." I
replied. A few minutes later she said. "It sounded awful. Was it
bad?" Of course she would have heard the swats; she was in a class
nearby. "Lori, I really don't want to talk about it right now." I
said becoming irritated. "Okay, okay." She said and was quiet for
awhile and then she asked. "What did Brad say?" I was completely
pissed off now. I said. "Lori, please just stop talking!" "Fine."
She said. I could tell that she was put out. I probably shouldn't
have been so harsh. I would have needled her about it too, if it had
been her. She told me a few days later that when she came home mom
asked her to stay downstairs because dad was upstairs punishing me.
She said that she went to the bathroom off of the living room and she
could hear dad whipping me. She said it sounded like he was tanning my
ass good. Also, Brad told me on Saturday when we went to the movies
that he called that night to see if I was alright and he said my mom
answered and told him that I couldn't come to the phone because I was
being punished. Talk about embarrassing!

Finally after the dishes had been washed, dried and put away, I
hurried upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me. I stripped
down to my knee socks and I stood nude in front of my mirror. I
turned my back and looked over my shoulder at damage the paddle and
the belt had done. "Oh God, what a mess." I thought to myself. I
ran my extended fingers and palm over my right butt cheek feeling the
radiating heat, the blisters and welts. It was so swollen. Tomorrow
I would have to go through the whole embarrassing ordeal in P.E.
again, but this time my butt would look worse. The girls would see
that I got whipped.

I went to my dresser and I pulled out the long t-shirt that I wore to
bed. It was one of Brad’s shirts that I asked him to give to me. I
told him that I wanted it to sleep in so I could feel near him at
night. I slipped it over my head and let it fall over my body. It
covered my ass and hung down about the middle of my thighs. I picked
up my books and got back on my bed. Lying on my side, I tried to pick
up where I left off on my homework, but I couldn't concentrate and
began to replay the day’s events in my head. I ran my hand over
punished ass feeling the heat. As I soothed my ass, I thought about
the paddling and the whipping I had received that day. Suddenly I
felt the heat from my bottom spread down between my thighs and I felt
all tingly all over down there. It wasn’t unusual for me to become
sexually aroused after being punished hard, although I never knew why
I would get so turned after getting my ass beat. The throbbing and
feelings were becoming too much for me to ignore.

As my hand slowly slid down between my thighs, I suddenly remembered
that I needed to get up and lock the door before I went any further.
Although we both did it, Lori and I were not allowed to masturbate.
Masturbating was taboo in our household and if you were caught you
were whipped. The same with sex, Lori and I were no longer virgins
and hadn’t been for awhile, but mom and dad didn’t know, THANK GOD! I
locked the door and then I pushed my books off onto the floor. I took
my shirt off and then got back on the bed. My feet were starting to
smell really funky, so I peeled off my knee socks and threw them on
the floor. I laid on my side and I spread my legs apart...

Afterwards, I laid on my bed, my body still tingling in the throes of
my orgasm, I thought to myself with a smile. “What a perfect ending to
a very bad day.” Soon afterwards I fell fast asleep very satisfied.

See ya,
Lisa

The End

[Christian]

Wow! Very good!

I always hated that rule (get it at school, get it at home). Of course
my folks were demented, and took it even further than that! Sheesh,
parents! Can't live with them.

Christian

[Sugarbabe]

I'm with C. I hated that rule too. FORTUNATELY for me, in the 70s
they didn't report to your parents. At least they didn't for me!
Mine never found out! Hey my mom still doesn't know today!


Lilly

[Christian]

* Dialing Lilly's mom. Ah yes is this Mrs.Sugarbrat? I mean Badbabe!
I mean Sugarbabe! Excuse me! Yes well I'm afraid I have some
unfortunate news about your daughter....

Awhile later. Yes I understand... Compound interest from the ice age..
I mean the seventies! Excuse me! Yeah that should be enough swats for
her. Er.. Better to error on the side of too many though...

*smiles.

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[Woody]

Sometimes it is best to keep things to yourself Sugar.......



Woody

[Christian]

Or would that be, "its better to keep sugar to yourself"? :b
Christian