Rory Gilmore Paddled For Cheating
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May 31, 2012, 11:04:40 PM5/31/12
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Okay, here is another story I wrote several years ago. In this story,
the character is Rory Gilmore from the TV show Gilmore Girls. A young
Anne Bowman from Nu-West plays the headmistress, a young Joanne
Jameson plays teacher, and Patricia Heaton of Everybody Loves Raymond
plays the secretary. I know, a weird cast, huh?
Anyway, here is part one. I will post the final part tomorrow night.
I hope you enjoy.
Thanks,
Will
Rory Gilmore Paddled For Cheating - Part 1
Rory sat nervously in front of Headmistress Bowman. She was flanked on
her far left by her History teacher, Ms. Jameson and on the right by
Ms. Heaton, the headmistress’s secretary. She looked innocent in her
school uniform, light blue short sleeve blouse, blue plaid pleated
skirt, navy blue cable knit knee socks and saddle shoes, she sat with
her shoulders back, knees together, and her hands clasped together on
her lap. She squirmed and fidgeted slightly as she sat on the hard
straight back wooden chair directly in front of the headmistress
seated behind her desk.
The dark brown haired, blue eyed, fifteen year old freshman had been
ordered to report to the headmistress’s office at 4:00pm by Ms.
Jameson after she was caught cheating on her mid-term exam. In her
first year at Collingwood Academy, she desperately needed a good grade
to keep her GPA up and she wanted to make sure she aced her History
mid-term, so she created cheat sheet. Now here she was sitting in the
headmistress’s office and she was terrified. She had not been in Ms.
Bowman’s office since her entrance interview, but she remembered the
three paddles that hung on the wall behind her desk and the discussion
regarding the use of corporal punishment as a form of punishment at
Collingwood. She recalled how uneasy that discussion made her feel.
She glanced at the paddles and she squirmed in her chair. She was
almost sick to her stomach at the thought of such a humiliating
punishment. She had an uncomfortable lump in her throat and
butterflies in her stomach.
The feared administrator, Headmistress Anne Bowman, was a well-known
figure on the Collingwood campus. The buxom, brunette had achieved
local renown as a stiff-lipped disciplinarian on the private school.
Ms. Bowman had learned her disciplinary skills while serving as
headmistress to a reform school for girls on the outskirts of Jackson,
Mississippi. The unmarried 45-year old with over 20 years of
experienced had honed those skills to a fine edge. She got lots of
practice because the reform school was one of the few that still
actively practiced corporal punishment of errant inmates.
Headmistress Bowman had an incredible zeal for enforcing the school’s
code of conduct and had a well documented reputation as a strong armed
butt-buster.
“Miss Gilmore, I believe you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Ms.
Bowman asked as she leaned forward on her desk.
“Yes ma’am.” Rory replied softly. Trembling mildly, she looked at
her wringing hands in her lap as she demurely looked downward.
“Do you want to explain why you cheated on Ms. Jameson’s mid-term,
young lady?” Ms. Bowman asked firmly.
“I wanted to do well on mid-term, ma’am.” Rory replied. Suddenly her
forehand and underarms felt clammy and sweaty as never before.
“Well, did you study the material, Rory?” Ms. Bowman asked.
“Yes ma’am, but I wanted to make sure I got an A. I didn’t want my
GPA to slip.” Rory replied shifting her feet nervously. She wasn’t
used to this type of situation and was now becoming quite scared.
“Well Rory, I understand the pressures of a new school and your desire
to do well, but this kind of behavior is not acceptable and will not
be tolerated. Do you understand me, young lady?” Ms. Bowman said
firmly.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” Rory
replied. Her voice quaked a little and was obvious that she was
tearing up.
“Rory, do you remember the discussion we had during your interview
about the use of corporal punishment at Collingwood? Ms. Bowman
asked.
“Yes ma’am. Oh please no. Not the paddle.” Rory began to beg. Her
innocent face and doe eyes pleaded with the headmistress.
“I’m sorry, Miss Gilmore, but cheating is a very serious offense.
Collingwood Academy has a zero tolerance policy for such an infraction
for which I have no other choice but to sentence you to corporal
punishment.”
“Please ma’am, isn’t there anything else?” Rory pleaded. Tears were
now welling up and beginning to drip from her pretty blue eyes.
“I’m afraid not, young lady. Generally I’m lenient to first time
offenders, especially new students and freshmen, but I feel you need
to be taught a lesson, Miss Gilmore. You will receive 5 swats with
the Senior Paddle to be administered on your bare bottom. I feel that
you not only deserve a good paddling but will benefit from it as
well. Hopefully, you will learn an unforgettable lesson and never
find yourself in my office for any disciplinary reason for the rest of
your high school career here at Collingwood.
Rory was struck speechless by the unexpected severity of Headmistress
Bowman’s sentence. She put her head down and began to cry softly.
Both Ms. Jameson and Ms. Heaton were also shocked with disbelief that
such a harsh punishment was handed down. Rory Gilmore was a good
student who never caused any trouble. The poor girl’s butt would be
blistered and swollen after 5 swats with the Senior Paddle.
Ms. Bowman rose from her chair, turned and removed the Senior Paddle
off of its hook on the back wall of her office. She turned back
brandishing the large wooden paddle by the handle in her right hand
with the blade lying across her left palm. The Senior Paddle was made
of polished maple. It was 18 inches in length, 6 inches in width and
3 rows of dime sized holes drilled into the curved blade. The Senior
Paddle was generally only used on senior girls and those who committed
a major infraction. It was rarely used on a freshman girl.
“Stand up, young lady!” Ms. Bowman commanded.
Rory rose from slowly from the chair her knees were weak. Ms. Bowman
seemed menacing as she stepped around from behind her desk and stood
behind Rory. She picked up the chair and moved it to a corner and then
she returned holding the paddle down by her right side. The 45 year
old brunette wore a long sleeve crème colored blouse, tight knee
length navy skirt, suntan colored pantyhose and navy pumps.
“Now then Miss Gilmore, I want you to remove your panties.” Ms.
Bowman commanded.
Rory with tears in her eyes looked over her left shoulder at the
administrator. Then she reached under her skirt with both hands,
inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly
pulled them down. She let them fall to her ankles and then she bent
over and picked them up.
“Fold them neatly and hand them to Ms. Heaton.” Ms. Bowman ordered.
Rory folded the navy cotton briefs and walked over and handed them to
Ms. Heaton and then she returned and stood before the headmistress who
had removed her pumps and was rolling up her sleeves. Once she was
finished she stood in her pantyhose clad feet with her hands on her
hips.
“Do you have anything to say before we proceed, Miss Gilmore?” Ms.
Bowman asked.
“I’m soooo sorry, ma’am. I promise. I will never cheat again.” Rory
replied with a sniffle.
“We’ll see how sorry you really are, young lady, after I’m finished
with you this afternoon.” Ms. Bowman replied and then she took Rory
by her upper left arm and led her up to the desk.
“Remove your shoes, Rory.” Ms. Bowman demanded firmly.
Rory slipped her saddle shoes off and stood in her knee sock clad
feet. “Push them under the desk.” Ms. Bowman requested and Rory
obeyed.
“Now, I want you to take two steps back. Spread your feet shoulder
width apart and bend over and place your elbows on the desk.” Ms.
Bowman instructed.
Trembling, Rory stepped back, spread her feet apart and then slowly
leaned forward and placed her elbows on the large wooden desk. Ms.
Bowman stepped forward and placed the paddle on top of the desk next
to the freshman girl. Then she raised Rory’s skirt and tucked it
securely into the waistband. Her ears grew hot as she felt Ms. Bowman
tuck the hem of her skirt into the waistband in the back. Now she felt
the cool air on her bare thighs and butt cheeks that were now on
display.
“Ms. Jameson, you’ll need to go around behind the desk and hold her
wrists.” Ms. Bowman ordered the teacher.
Ms. Jameson uncrossed her legs, rose from her chair and walked around
behind the desk. She leaned forward and grasped Rory’s wrists. She
could feel Rory trembling and knew that she was in great distress.
“She had no idea what she was in for.” She thought.
End of Part 1
the character is Rory Gilmore from the TV show Gilmore Girls. A young
Anne Bowman from Nu-West plays the headmistress, a young Joanne
Jameson plays teacher, and Patricia Heaton of Everybody Loves Raymond
plays the secretary. I know, a weird cast, huh?
Anyway, here is part one. I will post the final part tomorrow night.
I hope you enjoy.
Thanks,
Will
Rory Gilmore Paddled For Cheating - Part 1
Rory sat nervously in front of Headmistress Bowman. She was flanked on
her far left by her History teacher, Ms. Jameson and on the right by
Ms. Heaton, the headmistress’s secretary. She looked innocent in her
school uniform, light blue short sleeve blouse, blue plaid pleated
skirt, navy blue cable knit knee socks and saddle shoes, she sat with
her shoulders back, knees together, and her hands clasped together on
her lap. She squirmed and fidgeted slightly as she sat on the hard
straight back wooden chair directly in front of the headmistress
seated behind her desk.
The dark brown haired, blue eyed, fifteen year old freshman had been
ordered to report to the headmistress’s office at 4:00pm by Ms.
Jameson after she was caught cheating on her mid-term exam. In her
first year at Collingwood Academy, she desperately needed a good grade
to keep her GPA up and she wanted to make sure she aced her History
mid-term, so she created cheat sheet. Now here she was sitting in the
headmistress’s office and she was terrified. She had not been in Ms.
Bowman’s office since her entrance interview, but she remembered the
three paddles that hung on the wall behind her desk and the discussion
regarding the use of corporal punishment as a form of punishment at
Collingwood. She recalled how uneasy that discussion made her feel.
She glanced at the paddles and she squirmed in her chair. She was
almost sick to her stomach at the thought of such a humiliating
punishment. She had an uncomfortable lump in her throat and
butterflies in her stomach.
The feared administrator, Headmistress Anne Bowman, was a well-known
figure on the Collingwood campus. The buxom, brunette had achieved
local renown as a stiff-lipped disciplinarian on the private school.
Ms. Bowman had learned her disciplinary skills while serving as
headmistress to a reform school for girls on the outskirts of Jackson,
Mississippi. The unmarried 45-year old with over 20 years of
experienced had honed those skills to a fine edge. She got lots of
practice because the reform school was one of the few that still
actively practiced corporal punishment of errant inmates.
Headmistress Bowman had an incredible zeal for enforcing the school’s
code of conduct and had a well documented reputation as a strong armed
butt-buster.
“Miss Gilmore, I believe you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Ms.
Bowman asked as she leaned forward on her desk.
“Yes ma’am.” Rory replied softly. Trembling mildly, she looked at
her wringing hands in her lap as she demurely looked downward.
“Do you want to explain why you cheated on Ms. Jameson’s mid-term,
young lady?” Ms. Bowman asked firmly.
“I wanted to do well on mid-term, ma’am.” Rory replied. Suddenly her
forehand and underarms felt clammy and sweaty as never before.
“Well, did you study the material, Rory?” Ms. Bowman asked.
“Yes ma’am, but I wanted to make sure I got an A. I didn’t want my
GPA to slip.” Rory replied shifting her feet nervously. She wasn’t
used to this type of situation and was now becoming quite scared.
“Well Rory, I understand the pressures of a new school and your desire
to do well, but this kind of behavior is not acceptable and will not
be tolerated. Do you understand me, young lady?” Ms. Bowman said
firmly.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” Rory
replied. Her voice quaked a little and was obvious that she was
tearing up.
“Rory, do you remember the discussion we had during your interview
about the use of corporal punishment at Collingwood? Ms. Bowman
asked.
“Yes ma’am. Oh please no. Not the paddle.” Rory began to beg. Her
innocent face and doe eyes pleaded with the headmistress.
“I’m sorry, Miss Gilmore, but cheating is a very serious offense.
Collingwood Academy has a zero tolerance policy for such an infraction
for which I have no other choice but to sentence you to corporal
punishment.”
“Please ma’am, isn’t there anything else?” Rory pleaded. Tears were
now welling up and beginning to drip from her pretty blue eyes.
“I’m afraid not, young lady. Generally I’m lenient to first time
offenders, especially new students and freshmen, but I feel you need
to be taught a lesson, Miss Gilmore. You will receive 5 swats with
the Senior Paddle to be administered on your bare bottom. I feel that
you not only deserve a good paddling but will benefit from it as
well. Hopefully, you will learn an unforgettable lesson and never
find yourself in my office for any disciplinary reason for the rest of
your high school career here at Collingwood.
Rory was struck speechless by the unexpected severity of Headmistress
Bowman’s sentence. She put her head down and began to cry softly.
Both Ms. Jameson and Ms. Heaton were also shocked with disbelief that
such a harsh punishment was handed down. Rory Gilmore was a good
student who never caused any trouble. The poor girl’s butt would be
blistered and swollen after 5 swats with the Senior Paddle.
Ms. Bowman rose from her chair, turned and removed the Senior Paddle
off of its hook on the back wall of her office. She turned back
brandishing the large wooden paddle by the handle in her right hand
with the blade lying across her left palm. The Senior Paddle was made
of polished maple. It was 18 inches in length, 6 inches in width and
3 rows of dime sized holes drilled into the curved blade. The Senior
Paddle was generally only used on senior girls and those who committed
a major infraction. It was rarely used on a freshman girl.
“Stand up, young lady!” Ms. Bowman commanded.
Rory rose from slowly from the chair her knees were weak. Ms. Bowman
seemed menacing as she stepped around from behind her desk and stood
behind Rory. She picked up the chair and moved it to a corner and then
she returned holding the paddle down by her right side. The 45 year
old brunette wore a long sleeve crème colored blouse, tight knee
length navy skirt, suntan colored pantyhose and navy pumps.
“Now then Miss Gilmore, I want you to remove your panties.” Ms.
Bowman commanded.
Rory with tears in her eyes looked over her left shoulder at the
administrator. Then she reached under her skirt with both hands,
inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly
pulled them down. She let them fall to her ankles and then she bent
over and picked them up.
“Fold them neatly and hand them to Ms. Heaton.” Ms. Bowman ordered.
Rory folded the navy cotton briefs and walked over and handed them to
Ms. Heaton and then she returned and stood before the headmistress who
had removed her pumps and was rolling up her sleeves. Once she was
finished she stood in her pantyhose clad feet with her hands on her
hips.
“Do you have anything to say before we proceed, Miss Gilmore?” Ms.
Bowman asked.
“I’m soooo sorry, ma’am. I promise. I will never cheat again.” Rory
replied with a sniffle.
“We’ll see how sorry you really are, young lady, after I’m finished
with you this afternoon.” Ms. Bowman replied and then she took Rory
by her upper left arm and led her up to the desk.
“Remove your shoes, Rory.” Ms. Bowman demanded firmly.
Rory slipped her saddle shoes off and stood in her knee sock clad
feet. “Push them under the desk.” Ms. Bowman requested and Rory
obeyed.
“Now, I want you to take two steps back. Spread your feet shoulder
width apart and bend over and place your elbows on the desk.” Ms.
Bowman instructed.
Trembling, Rory stepped back, spread her feet apart and then slowly
leaned forward and placed her elbows on the large wooden desk. Ms.
Bowman stepped forward and placed the paddle on top of the desk next
to the freshman girl. Then she raised Rory’s skirt and tucked it
securely into the waistband. Her ears grew hot as she felt Ms. Bowman
tuck the hem of her skirt into the waistband in the back. Now she felt
the cool air on her bare thighs and butt cheeks that were now on
display.
“Ms. Jameson, you’ll need to go around behind the desk and hold her
wrists.” Ms. Bowman ordered the teacher.
Ms. Jameson uncrossed her legs, rose from her chair and walked around
behind the desk. She leaned forward and grasped Rory’s wrists. She
could feel Rory trembling and knew that she was in great distress.
“She had no idea what she was in for.” She thought.
End of Part 1
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As promised here is the second and final part of
Rory Gilmore Paddled For Cheating - Part 2
Ms. Bowman took her position to Rory’s left. She set her feet,
gripped the paddle with her right hand and held it lightly against the
target, getting a feel for distance. She adjusted her stance as the
smooth surface of the paddle glided over Rory’s bare bottom.
“Arch your back and stick your bottom out! Look straight ahead!” Ms.
Bowman commanded.
Rory feeling the cool hard wood paddle sliding back and forth on her
bottom arched her back and then she slowly raised her head and looked
into the eyes of Ms. Jameson. Then she tried to steel herself the
best she could for the first swat. Rory’s heart raced with a mixture
of fear, anticipation and excitement.
“After I’m through blistering your behind this afternoon, maybe you’ll
think twice about cheating, young lady.” Ms. Bowman said firmly.
Ms. Bowman tapped the paddle three times and then she brought back and
up above her right shoulder. She pivoted on the ball of her left foot
and with a grunt “UHH!!” she brought the heavy paddle whooshing
downward with a big arc. Meanwhile, Rory hadn’t noticed the paddle
when it was lifted away. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by
the first swat. SPLAAAAAT!! The first swat slammed across the tender
curve of her butt cheeks and upper thighs lifting her up on her tip
toes. The pain was enormous!! She threw her head back and her mouth
dropped wide open. “YEOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!” She screamed. How she would
stand four more swats like the first one she had no idea. It was much
worse than she had feared. Her breathing quickened and her heart
pounded.
Having reddened many a pretty female rump, she quickly realized that
Rory was going to be a really bottom blusher the kind whose buns were
going color even more brightly than normal. Fueled by that knowledge,
the disciplinarian warmed to the task of tenderizing and coloring the
teen’s taut, alabaster flesh. When administering a swat, she grunted
with the exertion of swinging the paddle.
Ms. Bowman planted her feet firmly and placed the paddle squarely
across Rory’s butt. She rubbed it almost teasingly back and forth and
up and down. She tapped the paddle three or four times and then
slowly drew it back and up in the air. Rory sensed it drawing away
and she gritted her teeth and steeled herself. “UHH!!” SPLAAAAAT!!
The powerful swat exploded squarely across both of her butt cheeks.
“OOOWWW!!!” Rory howled and lunged forward up on her toes raising her
elbows off the desk. Tears were spilling down either side of her nose
from her red eyes. The pain was more than she could ever have
imagined.
Ms. Bowman waited patiently for Rory to still herself before she
placed the board across her butt. Rory’s pulse raced as she felt the
coolness of the wooden paddle glide across her now burning bottom.
Her face grimaced as she braced for the next swat. It was nearly a
minute after the second swat the headmistress, without warning
“UHH!!”, slammed the hard wooden paddle down with tremendous force
across Rory’s butt cheeks. SPLAAAAT!! The noise seemed to fill the
room and reverberate around the walls. Rory’s head shot up and she
arched her back. “YEOOOOOWWWWW!! Rory shrieked loudly as the paddle
crashed across her butt cheeks flattening them for a second before
returning to their normal shape. Ms. Jameson held Rory’s wrists tight
while her heart shaped bottom squirmed and twisted as her hips
frantically weaved from side to side.
Ms. Heaton watched intently as the harsh punishment was carried out.
One of her duties was to witness all paddlings and then issue a report
that would be placed in the student’s file.
Ms. Bowman took her time placing the paddle across Rory’s bottom and
carefully lined up the next swat. The paddle rested on the firm round
target. Rory felt board slide across her blazing bottom. She looked
straight ahead and shut her eyes tight. She prayed to herself for
somehow to have the strength to bear what was still to come. She
gritted her teeth as she felt the maple wood tap her bottom. Then the
headmistress brought the paddle way back and laid down a vicious swat,
attacking ferociously, flattening the soft flesh, covering almost the
entire surface of both buttocks in a single burning, scalding swat.
“UHH!!” SPLAAAAAT!!! “OOOOWWWW!! OOOOHHHH!!!” Rory screamed. The
force of the impact knocked her forward and then she tried jump up,
but was quickly subdued by Ms. Jameson’s strong grip on her wrists.
Her feet shuffled and stamped. The intense sting spread across the
fullest part of both butt cheeks. Her butt was on fire and she could
feel the blisters starting to form. She put her head down and cried
openly causing her to shake from her sobs.
Ms. Heaton was now looking down at the floor from her vantage point as
if she couldn’t bear to look. She felt sorry now for Rory. She was
getting as bad a blistering as she had ever had the duty of
witnessing. She had seen enough paddling’s to know that Rory’s poor
ass had to be burning like a forest fire.
Ms. Bowman also felt sorry for Rory, but remained firm. The task of
administering a severe paddling to a student, especially one like
Rory, was sometimes grim and unpleasant, but necessary to enforce the
school’s code of conduct. She felt that a hard paddling would leave a
lasting impression on the freshman and keep her out of her office for
a long time.
Ms. Bowman stepped back and held the paddle at her side. She looked
as Ms. Heaton who had her head turned and then Ms. Jameson holding
Rory as she sobbed.
“Take a deep breath, Miss Gilmore.” Ms. Bowman said as she waited for
her to settle down. It took several minutes for Rory to still herself
and somewhat compose herself.
“Last one, young lady. I hope you don’t forget this experience. I
had better not see you in my office for a long time.” Ms. Bowman
said. “I promise I’ll never cheat again.” Rory blubbered.
Ms. Bowman stepped forward and took aim for the last swat. She placed
the paddle across the middle of Rory’s backside and then she slid it
down to the lower fleshy area of her buttocks. “Get your head up!
Arch your back and stick your bottom out!” Ms. Bowman commanded.
Rory subserviently complied with Ms. Bowman’s order. She squinted her
eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Only one more, I can do this.”
She thought. The board tapped lightly on her burning butt. Nearly 10
seconds passed and then “UHHH!! SPLAAAAAT!!! The last swat blasted
across Rory’s lower buttocks where her butt and thighs meet.
“YEEOOOOOWWW!!! AAAAHHHH!!!! She howled as the hardest swat seared
her butt. She jumped and bucked around as Ms. Jameson held her
firmly.
“Five. Thank God.” Ms. Heaton announced to herself. She was
relieved that it was over. She picked up a box of tissues off the
table and approached the sobbing girl who was lying on top of the
desk. Ms. Jameson had released her wrists and she bawled like a
baby. Her butt was so totally roasted. Both abused globes were now
glowing brightly from hip to hip in an incendiary flush.
Ms. Bowman slipped her pumps back on her feet and then she walked
around behind the desk and hung the paddle back on its hook.
Ms. Heaton helped Rory stand up and she put her arm around Rory’s
shoulder and the girl turned and collapsed into her arms sobbing on
her shoulder. There, there it’s over dear. Ms. Heaton said
tenderly. She offered several tissues and helped her blow her nose
and clean the tears off her crying face. Then she helped the young
girl put on her underwear and saddle shoes. She winced and sobbed as
she pulled her up over her blistered behind.
Ms. Heaton helped console Rory until she was able to walk albeit
stiffly out of the office to the ladies restroom.
Inside the restroom, Rory tried to compose herself. She wet several
paper towels with cool water and washed her very red face and eyes.
She could feel her paddled bottom through her underwear. It throbbed
and radiated with heat. She turned around, leaned forward slightly
and flipped her skirt up. Then she reached back and sank her thumbs
into the waistband of her briefs and slowly lowered them to the back
of her thighs. She looked back over her shoulder and gasped at the
sight. “Oh my God!” The sea of scarlet skin was randomly decorated
with angry red splotches and crisscrossed with darker red marks,
violent lines from the paddle’s edges and ruddy circular welts from
the holes in the paddle. Several blisters had formed on both butt
cheeks. Her bottom burned. It was swollen, bruised and chaffed. She
reached back with her right hand and carefully placed her palm over
her right butt cheek and gingerly caressed and massaged it and then
did the same with her left. Then wincing, she pulled her underwear up
and let her skirt fall over her battered bottom. She turned around
and looked at herself in the mirror. She dreaded her return to
class. “Everyone will know that I had just been paddled.” She
thought. “Oh NO! How will I be able to sit?”
The End
On May 31, 10:04 pm, "wdstok...@yahoo.com" <wdstok...@yahoo.com>
wrote:
Rory Gilmore Paddled For Cheating - Part 2
Ms. Bowman took her position to Rory’s left. She set her feet,
gripped the paddle with her right hand and held it lightly against the
target, getting a feel for distance. She adjusted her stance as the
smooth surface of the paddle glided over Rory’s bare bottom.
“Arch your back and stick your bottom out! Look straight ahead!” Ms.
Bowman commanded.
Rory feeling the cool hard wood paddle sliding back and forth on her
bottom arched her back and then she slowly raised her head and looked
into the eyes of Ms. Jameson. Then she tried to steel herself the
best she could for the first swat. Rory’s heart raced with a mixture
of fear, anticipation and excitement.
“After I’m through blistering your behind this afternoon, maybe you’ll
think twice about cheating, young lady.” Ms. Bowman said firmly.
Ms. Bowman tapped the paddle three times and then she brought back and
up above her right shoulder. She pivoted on the ball of her left foot
and with a grunt “UHH!!” she brought the heavy paddle whooshing
downward with a big arc. Meanwhile, Rory hadn’t noticed the paddle
when it was lifted away. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by
the first swat. SPLAAAAAT!! The first swat slammed across the tender
curve of her butt cheeks and upper thighs lifting her up on her tip
toes. The pain was enormous!! She threw her head back and her mouth
dropped wide open. “YEOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!” She screamed. How she would
stand four more swats like the first one she had no idea. It was much
worse than she had feared. Her breathing quickened and her heart
pounded.
Having reddened many a pretty female rump, she quickly realized that
Rory was going to be a really bottom blusher the kind whose buns were
going color even more brightly than normal. Fueled by that knowledge,
the disciplinarian warmed to the task of tenderizing and coloring the
teen’s taut, alabaster flesh. When administering a swat, she grunted
with the exertion of swinging the paddle.
Ms. Bowman planted her feet firmly and placed the paddle squarely
across Rory’s butt. She rubbed it almost teasingly back and forth and
up and down. She tapped the paddle three or four times and then
slowly drew it back and up in the air. Rory sensed it drawing away
and she gritted her teeth and steeled herself. “UHH!!” SPLAAAAAT!!
The powerful swat exploded squarely across both of her butt cheeks.
“OOOWWW!!!” Rory howled and lunged forward up on her toes raising her
elbows off the desk. Tears were spilling down either side of her nose
from her red eyes. The pain was more than she could ever have
imagined.
Ms. Bowman waited patiently for Rory to still herself before she
placed the board across her butt. Rory’s pulse raced as she felt the
coolness of the wooden paddle glide across her now burning bottom.
Her face grimaced as she braced for the next swat. It was nearly a
minute after the second swat the headmistress, without warning
“UHH!!”, slammed the hard wooden paddle down with tremendous force
across Rory’s butt cheeks. SPLAAAAT!! The noise seemed to fill the
room and reverberate around the walls. Rory’s head shot up and she
arched her back. “YEOOOOOWWWWW!! Rory shrieked loudly as the paddle
crashed across her butt cheeks flattening them for a second before
returning to their normal shape. Ms. Jameson held Rory’s wrists tight
while her heart shaped bottom squirmed and twisted as her hips
frantically weaved from side to side.
Ms. Heaton watched intently as the harsh punishment was carried out.
One of her duties was to witness all paddlings and then issue a report
that would be placed in the student’s file.
Ms. Bowman took her time placing the paddle across Rory’s bottom and
carefully lined up the next swat. The paddle rested on the firm round
target. Rory felt board slide across her blazing bottom. She looked
straight ahead and shut her eyes tight. She prayed to herself for
somehow to have the strength to bear what was still to come. She
gritted her teeth as she felt the maple wood tap her bottom. Then the
headmistress brought the paddle way back and laid down a vicious swat,
attacking ferociously, flattening the soft flesh, covering almost the
entire surface of both buttocks in a single burning, scalding swat.
“UHH!!” SPLAAAAAT!!! “OOOOWWWW!! OOOOHHHH!!!” Rory screamed. The
force of the impact knocked her forward and then she tried jump up,
but was quickly subdued by Ms. Jameson’s strong grip on her wrists.
Her feet shuffled and stamped. The intense sting spread across the
fullest part of both butt cheeks. Her butt was on fire and she could
feel the blisters starting to form. She put her head down and cried
openly causing her to shake from her sobs.
Ms. Heaton was now looking down at the floor from her vantage point as
if she couldn’t bear to look. She felt sorry now for Rory. She was
getting as bad a blistering as she had ever had the duty of
witnessing. She had seen enough paddling’s to know that Rory’s poor
ass had to be burning like a forest fire.
Ms. Bowman also felt sorry for Rory, but remained firm. The task of
administering a severe paddling to a student, especially one like
Rory, was sometimes grim and unpleasant, but necessary to enforce the
school’s code of conduct. She felt that a hard paddling would leave a
lasting impression on the freshman and keep her out of her office for
a long time.
Ms. Bowman stepped back and held the paddle at her side. She looked
as Ms. Heaton who had her head turned and then Ms. Jameson holding
Rory as she sobbed.
“Take a deep breath, Miss Gilmore.” Ms. Bowman said as she waited for
her to settle down. It took several minutes for Rory to still herself
and somewhat compose herself.
“Last one, young lady. I hope you don’t forget this experience. I
had better not see you in my office for a long time.” Ms. Bowman
said. “I promise I’ll never cheat again.” Rory blubbered.
Ms. Bowman stepped forward and took aim for the last swat. She placed
the paddle across the middle of Rory’s backside and then she slid it
down to the lower fleshy area of her buttocks. “Get your head up!
Arch your back and stick your bottom out!” Ms. Bowman commanded.
Rory subserviently complied with Ms. Bowman’s order. She squinted her
eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Only one more, I can do this.”
She thought. The board tapped lightly on her burning butt. Nearly 10
seconds passed and then “UHHH!! SPLAAAAAT!!! The last swat blasted
across Rory’s lower buttocks where her butt and thighs meet.
“YEEOOOOOWWW!!! AAAAHHHH!!!! She howled as the hardest swat seared
her butt. She jumped and bucked around as Ms. Jameson held her
firmly.
“Five. Thank God.” Ms. Heaton announced to herself. She was
relieved that it was over. She picked up a box of tissues off the
table and approached the sobbing girl who was lying on top of the
desk. Ms. Jameson had released her wrists and she bawled like a
baby. Her butt was so totally roasted. Both abused globes were now
glowing brightly from hip to hip in an incendiary flush.
Ms. Bowman slipped her pumps back on her feet and then she walked
around behind the desk and hung the paddle back on its hook.
Ms. Heaton helped Rory stand up and she put her arm around Rory’s
shoulder and the girl turned and collapsed into her arms sobbing on
her shoulder. There, there it’s over dear. Ms. Heaton said
tenderly. She offered several tissues and helped her blow her nose
and clean the tears off her crying face. Then she helped the young
girl put on her underwear and saddle shoes. She winced and sobbed as
she pulled her up over her blistered behind.
Ms. Heaton helped console Rory until she was able to walk albeit
stiffly out of the office to the ladies restroom.
Inside the restroom, Rory tried to compose herself. She wet several
paper towels with cool water and washed her very red face and eyes.
She could feel her paddled bottom through her underwear. It throbbed
and radiated with heat. She turned around, leaned forward slightly
and flipped her skirt up. Then she reached back and sank her thumbs
into the waistband of her briefs and slowly lowered them to the back
of her thighs. She looked back over her shoulder and gasped at the
sight. “Oh my God!” The sea of scarlet skin was randomly decorated
with angry red splotches and crisscrossed with darker red marks,
violent lines from the paddle’s edges and ruddy circular welts from
the holes in the paddle. Several blisters had formed on both butt
cheeks. Her bottom burned. It was swollen, bruised and chaffed. She
reached back with her right hand and carefully placed her palm over
her right butt cheek and gingerly caressed and massaged it and then
did the same with her left. Then wincing, she pulled her underwear up
and let her skirt fall over her battered bottom. She turned around
and looked at herself in the mirror. She dreaded her return to
class. “Everyone will know that I had just been paddled.” She
thought. “Oh NO! How will I be able to sit?”
The End
On May 31, 10:04 pm, "wdstok...@yahoo.com" <wdstok...@yahoo.com>
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Christian
Jun 2, 2012, 5:59:10 AM6/2/12
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Oh, very nicely done! Sheesh! Again, I am sure I read this one as
well, but not sure where? Nice job!
Regards,
Christian
well, but not sure where? Nice job!
Regards,
Christian
Lisa E. Krub
Jun 5, 2012, 12:29:04 PM6/5/12
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Very good! Thanks for posting.
~ Lisa ;-)
~ Lisa ;-)
Woody
Jun 5, 2012, 1:53:41 PM6/5/12
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That was a great story. I could feel the pain that Rory felt. Thanks.
Sugarbabe
Jul 3, 2012, 11:58:37 PM7/3/12
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Will, Good story! Keep 'em coming!
Lilly
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