Life of an American Girl Paddled at School Part 3

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After lunch, I walked through the gym and then descended the stairs to
the girl’s locker room. I stopped at Ms. Burns’s office, which was
located just off the locker room. The door was open and I stood at
the entrance. Ms. Burns was sitting at her desk saw me standing there
and asked me to come in. “Miss Haynes, may I help you?” I entered
and stood in front of her desk. “Ms. Burns, I don’t feel so well.” I
said holding my stomach, trying to look sick. My plan was to act sick
so I would have to dress for P.E. “You looked fine this morning when
I saw you having a good time with your friends.” She replied. “Yeah,
I was okay then, but I think I ate something at lunch….” I started to
explain and then she cut me off. “Miss Haynes, you wouldn’t be trying
to get out of my class by pretending to be sick, would you?” She
said. “Well, ummm, uh…” I stammered. “Because Ms. Preston told me
she had to paddle your bottom this morning. I know what you’re trying
to do, young lady.” She said coldly as she leaned back in her chair
and crossed her arms. “But ma’am, it’s so embarrassing.” I said.
“That’s not my problem, Miss Haynes. “Had you had behaved yourself;
you wouldn’t be in this predicament, would you?” She said. “Well, no
ma’am, I guess not.” I replied realizing my plan had been foiled.
“Young lady, I suggest you go and get dressed for class.” She said
somberly. “Yes ma’am.” I replied and turned and started toward the
door when I heard Ms. Burns’s voice “Oh, and Miss Haynes you should
be thankful that you’re not getting your bottom paddled right now.
You know I don’t tolerate lying.” “Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” I replied
again and continued to my locker. Believe me, I was definitely
thankful. I was paddled my sophomore year by Ms. Burns. She gave me
3 swats for having exceeded the limit of demerits and she really tore
my ass up with her paddle. That’s another story that I’ll have to
tell you later. Besides, another paddling was the last thing I needed
right now. It was rare that someone got two paddling’s in one day,
but it had happened. My friend Christy got two paddling’s last year
and she told me that it was just awful. She said that she was late
for school which gave her three tardies for the semester, so that
morning she got 3 swats in the office from Mr. Scroggins. Then later
on that afternoon, in Mr. Grigg’s History class, she got 3 more
because she didn’t turn in an assignment that was long overdue. I was
in Mr. Caplinger’s Algebra class, across the hall, and Mr. Grigg came
and got Mr. Caplinger to be the witness. We all sat there and
listened as 3 swats exploded from outside in the hallway. As we sat
there, we all wondered who was getting it. I remembered we all were
thinking it had to be a boy because of the sound of the swat. It was
so loud. Whoever was getting swats must have really pissed Mr. Grigg
off because he was really getting his ass busted. I remembered that
Stephanie and I were smiling and making faces at each other as we
listened to the swats. She thought it might have been her boyfriend
because he was in that class. We both felt bad later when we found
out that it was Christy getting the board. Then we really, really
felt bad when we she told us later that it was her second paddling of
the day. Her ass must have been really raw. “How would anyone been
able to sit down after two paddlings?” I thought to myself. I
remember she wore a skirt and thick opaque tights that day, so you
know they raised her skirt, which I still think is totally unfair and
not right. I’m sure Mr. Grigg and Mr. Caplinger enjoyed themselves.


Anyway, I got to my locker and started got get undressed. I have a
corner locker so I was able to keep my back to the locker and the
wall. That wasn’t the problem. The problem came after class, because
it was mandatory that you had to take a shower and Ms. Burns made sure
you did. You didn’t have to get your hair wet, but you had to wash
your body. I dreaded this moment. Again I undressed with my back
against my locker, grabbed my towel and quickly wrapped it around me,
grabbed my soap and headed to the showers. At the entrance, I
unwrapped my towel, hung it on the hook and darted into the shower.
Our showers were one big room with 6 spigots, 3 on each side and you
showered with everyone. So there I stood, feeling humiliated, my
paddled ass on display for everyone to see. I quickly lathered up,
grimacing as my palms grazed my ass cheeks. I rinsed and then got out
of there as fast as I could.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to last for ever. I squirmed sitting
in those hard wood desks. My ass was so sore. Also, it seemed like
the whole school knew I got paddled and was talking about it. I had
been branded as “the girl who got the board.” When I walked down the
hall everyone was looking at me weird, whispering and pointing. It
was very embarrassing. Finally, the last bell rang and rather than
hurrying to get to my locker like I normally do, I walked slowly. I
grabbed my keys and my homework and then I walked to my car. A couple
girls wanted to know if I wanted to Freddie’s, a local hangout, but I
said no. I knew what was in store for me when I got home and it would
only be worse if I didn’t go straight home. Still feeling the affects
of the paddling, I made drive home thinking about the whipping I was
going to get. I was hoping dad would see the marks on my butt and go
easy on me, not that he ever has in the past. I pulled into the
driveway and turned off the ignition. I sat there for awhile and then
I grabbed my books and went inside. I walked through the front door
and I heard my mother call out from the kitchen. “Lisa Marie, is that
you?!” “Yes mom.” I replied and sighed. When my middle name was
used I was in for it big time. I walked into the kitchen where she
was fixing supper. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me.
“Ms. Preston called his afternoon.” She started and I looked down at
the floor. “She said that you called her a bitch. Is this true?”
She asked. I tried to defend myself the best that I could. “Well,
not to her face.” I replied, which was the wrong answer. “She said
that you wrote it on a piece of paper and handed to your friend.”
“Well, yeah…” I started and then she interrupted me. “That’s the
same as calling her a bitch to her face, Lisa!” She yelled. “Yes
ma’am.” I replied softly. “She also said that she gave your three
swats.” She said glaring at me with her arms crossed. “You know what
that means, young lady.” She said. I most definitely knew what that
meant. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes looking for
sympathy. “Mom, please no. I’m so sorry. I promise it won’t happen
again. She was picking on me…” I started begging. “Get up to your
room and wait for your dad.” She said in a somber tone. I just stood
there and she yelled. “Now!” I turned with my books in my arms and I
walked out of the kitchen and then up the living room stairs I ran to
my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me through my books on my desk
and laid face down on my bed. I was terrified of what dad was gonna
do to me when he got home. After awhile I got up and removed my
clogs. I turned on my stereo and popped in my favorite R.E.O.
Speedwagon tape. Then I picked up my books and got back on the bed. I
started doing my homework, trying not to think about being whipped,
but I couldn’t concentrate. I just kept thinking about it. I was
almost sick to my stomach.

About an hour passed, I was lying on my bed, listening to the stereo,
just as I was starting to relax; I heard dad’s truck door slam shut.
I got up and looked out the window and saw him walking into the
house. “Oh God.” I thought to myself. I instantly became a basket
case. I got up and turned off the stereo and sat on my bed and
listened to the muffled voices through the vent coming from
downstairs. Then no more than 15 minutes later I heard dad’s foot
steps as he climbed the creaking stairs and then entered my room. My
dad was a big man, at 6’4” and about 220 pounds. He worked
construction jobs and was very strong. I sat on the edge of the bed,
my feet up, with my knees under my chin. I looked at him as he
approached me. I glanced at the belt around his waist that he would
soon be tanning my ass with. “Your mother says that your teacher
called this afternoon.” He said in a booming voice and paused. “Yes
sir.” I replied softly. “She said she had to use the paddle on
you.” He continued. “Yes sir.” I replied again. Then he started to
unbuckle his belt. “Oh please Dad, no.” I began to beg. “Get up and
get your jeans down.” He commanded firmly as he pulled the belt
through the loops of his pants.

End of Part 3

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