The Curiosity that Redend a Butt Part One – A Curiosity is Awakened
Woody
OK, I thought I'd give a story a try. All wishful thinking, but it could have happened. The rest will follow if it looks like there is an interest.
The Curiosity that Redend a Butt
Part One – A Curiosity is Awakened
Having moved to Texas during the seventh grade, I was new to the concept of corporal punishment in school. During the first couple of weeks of school the subject had not come up. About the third week of school on a Tuesday, I noticed a table in the front of the cafeteria where two students were seated who did not look very happy. There was a chalkboard behind this table that had two names on it, one with two checkmarks behind it and one with three checkmarks. I finally ask somebody what the table was all about. I was told that the students were waiting to get pops. I wasn't really sure what that meant, but I figured that it was not something that these two students were looking forward to.
On the following Friday, there were three students seated at the table, with three names on the board behind them. Again, these kids did not look happy or like they want to be seated at this table. By this time, I had guessed that “pops" were some form of punishment, most likely a spanking. About 10 minutes after lunch had begun, a teacher or someone from the office came to the table and the three students followed them out of the cafeteria. I watched them as they walked away, and they walked towards the main office passed the atrium where we hung out after eating our lunch.
I asked the kid sitting next to me exactly who where these kids were going. He told me they were going to Mr. Baker's office to get pops. I told him I wasn't sure what that meant because I was new here, and he told me that they were going to get pops with the paddle as they did something wrong. He added that I didn't want to ever have to go to Mr. Baker's office, because he sure swung a mean paddle. I asked the kid if he knew this from personal experience, and he told me yes, but only one time. He said he never wanted to have to go back, because he couldn't sit down for two days.
For some reason, I was fascinated. I had to find out more about this, and I did not know why. After I finished eating, I walked across atrium near the windows that led to the office. I guess that I hoped that I could hear something from outside the office. That day, I heard nothing, but I was not going to give up.
After that date, every time that I saw kids at the punishment table, I would finish my lunch as quickly as I could him walk towards the office. I had figured out that the punishment table was only used on Tuesdays and Fridays. About the third time that I tried to hear something from the office there had been six people at the punishment table and I was able to get outside in time to find the right window to hear them getting their pops. There was a cute girl named Pamela from my English class sitting next to the window at the time. I did not say anything to her, but leaned on the wall near the window until I heard several popping sounds that were obviously the sounds of a paddle spanking someone's bottom.
After that date, I was hooked. I started eating my lunch outside by that window on punishment dates. It seemed that Pamela also chose to eat outside by the window on punishment dates. We would talk about English class, but neither one of us mentioned what was going on inside the office.
One day in English class, Jim, one of the other students walked into class well after the bell had rung. Mrs. Jones told him that was his third time and he needed to see her after class. Two days later, on Friday I saw Jim seated at the punishment table. His name was on the board with two checkmarks behind it. He was the only on the board that day. I rushed out to my lunch spot, knowing that today's session would be quick.
Pamela was already seated on the ground at our spot. We had both finished eating, when we heard POP, POPP, POPP. I guessed that a name and two checks on the board, meant that the person was going to get three pops. Pamela surprised me, and said, "You know that was Jim from our class."
I just said, “Yeah, I thought that was him."
“I bet that hurts, it sure sounded like it did."
"Yeah, I'll bet it did. I sure wonder…"
I stop myself at that point, because I was a little embarrassed about my curiosity. I'm not sure why, because it sure seemed that Pamela was just as curious as I was.
I sure wanted to ask Jim what it was like, but I was too afraid to ask. Over the next couple weeks, Pamela and I started to talk about how hard different pops sounded at different times. We tried to guess whether the person receiving the pops was a boy or girl from how loud it was, or from the occasional yelps or cries of pain that we would hear. On some days we would think that it was a girl getting pops, because the person would yell with pain, only to go back inside and look at the board and see there were no girls at the punishment table that day. I started looking forward to these conversations with Pamela, and was feeling a little more at ease in talking about the spankings going on inside the office.
One day, Pamela asked me if I'd ever gotten pops before and I told her no. She then asked me if I got spankings at home, and I told her I did not, but that my parents had often threatened to spank me but they had not. She told me that she had never gotten pops herself at school or been spanked at home, but that she had always been curious about it and that she really wanted to find out what it felt like. I asked her what she planned to do about it, and she told me that she thought if she just came to Ms. Jones class late enough times that she would be sent down for pops and would find out what it felt like. I told her that if she would do it, I would do it too.
For some reason, this scared me quite a bit, and I regretted agreeing to do the same thing she did. We also talked of other ways that we can get our name on the punishment board, like not turning our homework, chewing gum in class, or talking when we were supposed to.
We both wanted to get pops, but were both scared. I was determined to go through with the plan as long as Pamela did. Kind of dumb, but hey we’re kids.
Christian
Christian
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