Life of an American Girl Paddled at School Part 2

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A Day In the Life of an American Girl Paddled at School Part 2

That day I was thankful I wasn’t wearing a skirt or worse my
cheerleading uniform. I wore a light long sleeve v-neck navy blue
sweater, a white oxford shirt with a light blue stripe under my
sweater tucked into my very tight (and well worn I might add) blue
jeans, white, cotton bikini panties, navy blue cable knit knee high
socks and brown clogs. My sophomore year I was paddled in my
cheerleading uniform by Mr. Scroggins and it was one of the hardest
paddling’s I had ever received. I had to bend over and place my
elbows on his desk and my skirt rode up over my ass, exposing my cheer
briefs. Then he pulled them up tight into my butt crack and gave me 3
swats on my bare ass. My butt was sore for a week.

Ms. Preston moved to the center of the hall. “Remove your clogs and
come here to me, young lady.” She commanded firmly. If you were
wearing clogs or heels, the teachers made you take them off so that
when they swatted your ass you didn’t lose your balance and fall
over. She took a couple practice swings, as I slipped off my clogs
and walked over to where she was standing. “Do you have anything in
your back pockets?” She asked. I reached back and stuffed a hand
into each pocket and found nothing. “No ma’am.” I replied. “Take
two steps forward.” She commanded. I did as I was told, trembling
slightly. I was so nervous. My pulse raced and my heart pounded in
my temples. I knew what the next command would be and I dreaded
hearing those words. “Spread your legs, bend over and grab your
ankles, Miss Haynes.” She instructed firmly. That was the position
most teachers used to paddle students. Some would make you stand back
from the wall a few feet, spread your legs apart, lean forward and
place your hands on the wall, sticking your butt out for the paddle.
I swallowed hard and then assumed the position as instructed. I
rolled up the sleeves of my sweater, spread my knee sock clad feet
apart on the tile floor and then I bent over at the waist and reached
all the way down and grabbed hold of my ankles through my jeans with
my knees slightly bent. I hated this position! I always felt
humiliated and degraded having to bend over like this, especially in
front of a male teacher. My ass was now presented as a big target for
Ms. Preston to whack with her paddle. Through my spread legs I could
see Ms. Yarnell standing several feet behind me with her arms crossed
with what seemed to be a sly grin on her face. Then Ms. Preston
stepped forward, reached into my jeans, un-tucked my shirt and then
grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them into my butt crack. She
gripped the waistband of my jeans and pulled them up taut across my
firm round butt. She positioned herself off to my left and placed the
blade of the paddle across my ass. I could feel it slide back and
forth. “Head up!” She commanded. I raised my head, closed my eyes
and gritted my teeth. “Oh God, this is it.” I thought. She tapped
my butt softly with the paddle three times and then WHHHAAAAAMMM!!
The first swat slammed across the lower part of my ass where my thighs
meet and I let go of my ankles and stood straight up and yelled “Oh
shit!” My hands went flying back to my ass that had just been set on
fire. “Assume the position, Miss Haynes!” Ms. Preston yelled.
Tears instantly pooled in my eyes as I looked back over my shoulder at
her. “Please not so hard.” I pleaded. “Do as your told, young
lady.” Ms. Yarnell chimed in. I slowly bent back down, determined to
be as brave as possible; and waited dreadingly for the next swat. I
couldn’t believe how hard the swat was and wondered what the next two
would be like. With my panties pulled into my ass crack it felt like
my bare ass was being paddled. At this point I was definitely
regretting writing that note.

“Nice and wide, young lady. Get all the way down and hold your
ankles.” She said. I groaned as I spread my feet further apart and
reached down and grabbed my ankles. Then I felt the paddle rest on my
butt again. Almost teasingly, she began sliding it back and forth and
up and down. “Stay in position, Miss Haynes.” She instructed. Then
she lightly tapped my butt. “Here it comes.” I thought as I closed
my eyes and braced myself. WHHAAAAAAMMM!!! The next swat plastered
across the middle both of my ass cheeks searing them through my tight
jeans. The force of the impact knocked me forward a little and the
sting instantly spread across my entire ass. “OOOWWW!! OH GOD!!” I
yelled so loud that I’m sure everyone in the nearby classrooms could
hear. I know they could hear the sound of the swats as they thundered
from the hallway. I let go of my ankles momentarily but remained in
position. Tears started to stream down my cheeks on either side of my
nose and dripped on the floor. My ass was burning. I couldn’t
believe how hard her swats were. The holes in the paddle added an
extra bite to each swat. I could feel what seemed to be blisters form
on my butt cheeks. She had to be swinging the paddle as hard as she
could. I couldn’t imagine the swats could get any harder.

“One more, Miss Haynes. I’m afraid you’re gonna remember this paddling
for a very long time.” She said. I shuffled my feet and held onto my
ankles as I felt the board lay across my butt again. I steeled myself
the best that I could. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. One more. Just one
more.” I thought. I looked at my feet and tried to concentrate on the
cable knit pattern on my socks. I waited for her tap my butt, but she
didn’t and then I sensed the paddle being drawn away. Then without
any warning, except for an audible grunt “UHH!!” Ms. Bowman laid down
the final vicious swat across the center of both of my ass cheeks.
WHAAAAAAMM!! The swat seemed to cover almost the entire surface in a
single burning, scalding swat. At first I gasped as it took my breath
away and then I screamed. “YEEEEOOOOWWW!! The swat stood me straight
up and onto my toes. My hands instantly flew back and I began to
furiously rub blistering ass. The intense pain cascaded throughout my
entire ass. Then I broke down and began to sob. “Turn around, Miss
Haynes.” Ms. Preston instructed. Still rubbing and sobbing softly, I
turned around slowly. “Do you think that’ll do the trick, young
lady?” She asked. I nodded as I wiped the tears from my eyes with my
hand. “Do you think I’m a bitch now?” “No ma’am.” I replied softly
with a sniffle, even though I still thought she was, especially after
the brutal paddling I just received. Jesus did my ass burn. She
really laid on the swats with absolutely no mercy at all. “Very well
then, you may put your shoes back on.” She instructed. I walked over
to the wall where I had left my clogs and slipped them back on my
feet. “Miss Haynes, you have exactly two minutes to go to the
restroom, if you’d like, to compose yourself and then I want you back
in class.” She announced. “Yes ma’am.” I stammered and then began to
walk, stiffly I might add, to the girl’s restroom. You were always
given the option to go to the restroom afterwards to get yourself
together. All of the girls did, but some of the boys just came right
back to class. “Thank you Ms. Yarnell. That will be all.” I heard
Ms. Preston say. “It was my pleasure.” Ms. Yarnell replied, which I
thought was odd. “Did she enjoy watching my ass get beat?” I
wondered. She probably did. I would bet that most of the teachers,
especially the males, and the principal enjoy paddling and witnessing
the paddlings of the pretty girls. I’m sure they got their rocks off.

I entered the restroom and I grabbed several tissues. I stood in the
mirror and wiped my eyes and my running mascara. I blew my nose and
then I turned on the water and splashed some cold water on my face,
trying to get the red out. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans
and slowly pulled them down with my panties. I grimaced as they
passed over my roasting ass. I turned with my back to the mirror,
stood on my tiptoes and looked back over my shoulder at my ass in the
mirror. “Oh my God.” I gasped. It was almost burgundy colored, both
butt cheeks had big oval shaped splotches that were white in the
center with a purple rim around the edges and circular welts from the
holes in the paddle. There was no doubt that I was going to be
squirming in my desk for the next couple of days. “That bitch really
beat my ass.” I thought and then I remembered the time and I
hurriedly, as fast as I could, pulled my jeans back up. I checked the
mirror and fixed my hair. My face and eyes were still red, but I had
no other choice but to get back to class. I rushed out of the
restroom and then I approached the door of the classroom. I took a
BIG deep breath and then I opened the door. Everyone stopped what
they were doing and turned to look at me as I stood in the doorway.
There was nothing but I silence as I entered the class to make that
walk of shame. I put my head down and made a beeline directly to my
desk. As I passed Ms. Preston’s desk, I could see the paddle lying on
top and I heard her make the smartass comment. “Have a seat, Miss
Haynes. That’s if you can.” I winced in pain as I sat on the
hardwood desk. I’m sure she took great pleasure in watching me sit.
It was so hard to sit down and I squirmed at my desk for the rest of
the class and for the rest of all my classes that day. You could
always tell when someone got a hard paddling by how they squirmed at
their desk. I tried to sit quietly for the rest of Ms. Preston’s
class, but she kept embarrassing me by calling on me to answer
questions. She was definitely picking on me. Later I thought about
it and I’m sure that she baited me into a paddling for reasons
unknown. Maybe, she’s a dyke and she likes paddling pretty girl’s
butts and wanted to put her board to my butt. She probably used her
vibrator at home later that night thinking about it.

Anyway, finally the bell rung after what seemed to be the longest 50
minutes of my life. I gathered my books and started walking toward the
door and as I passed Ms. Preston’s desk, she stopped me. “Miss
Haynes, I will be notifying your mother this afternoon of your
paddling.” She said sternly. “Oh, please, ma’am. I really wish you
wouldn’t.” I pleaded. My dad had a rule. You get it at school, you
get it at home. And when you got it at home, you got the belt on your
bare ass. “I have no choice, it’s mandatory that I contact the
parents after I administer swats.” She replied. “But, my dad will
give me a whipping.” I replied seeking sympathy, in which none was
returned. “That’s too bad, but this isn’t the first time you’ve been
paddled. You know the consequences of your actions.” She said in a
somber tone. “Yes ma’am.” I replied sighing and then turned and
walked out the door and headed to my locker. As I stood at my locker,
putting up my books and getting my books for the next class, Cindy and
my other friend Stephanie rushed up to me. “Hey, are you okay?”
Stephanie asked sympathetically. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said with a
sigh. “I’m so sorry, honey.” Cindy said apologetically and hugged
me. “It’s not your fault.” I said. “It sounded like she really
busted your ass.” Stephanie said. “She did. I won’t be able sit for
a week.” I replied. “Does Brad know?” I asked wondering if my
boyfriend knew if I got swats. If he didn’t know, he would soon. “I
don’t know.” Cindy replied. Then Stephanie made a comment that sent
a wave of fear over me. “Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see ya after lunch in
P.E.” “P.E., OH MY GOD!” I screamed inside to myself. I totally
forgot about P.E. P.E. meant undressing and showering with other
girls who would see my blistered ass. “OH SHIT!” I cursed to
myself. I had to find a way to get out of that class.

End of Part 2

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