The Curiosity that Redend a Butt - Part 3 – My Turn the Set Up
Woody
Ok - here is the third installment of my story.
Part 3 – My Turn the Set Up
The following Monday I decided I was going to make sure that I got on the punishment board. I started chewing gum during my first period class, but nothing was said. I saw Pamela in the hall and she reminded me that I had to get on the punishment board. She was looking through my backpack, but I didn't pay attention to what she was doing. I walked into my second period class, and deliberately pop the bubble. This worked. Mr. Brown immediately looked up at me and said what he come up here. He asked me if I knew that we were not allowed to chew gum in class, and I admitted that I knew it. He said that since I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway that I would get a referral. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. He wrote something on a piece of paper that looked just like the one Pamela had and gave it to me I was both scared and excited. I went back to my seat, and read the paper. He had placed a two next to Cpl., so I was not getting it is many pops is Pamela but I was going to get popped. I wanted to tell her so bad, but she was not in my class.
After the class ended, I went to Mrs. Jones's class and sat down and started to get my homework out. My homework was not in the folder where I thought I'd left it, so I got up and went back to my locker as fast as I could. I looked all through my locker, but could not find it. I knew that I had done it and I knew that it was in my backpack this morning, but I could not find it. By the time I had finished looking for the my homework, the tardy bell had already rung. I hurried to Mrs. Jones is class, but it was too late. As soon as I walked in to the classroom, Mrs. Jones told me that was my third tardy and to see her after class. I sat down, not as excited as had been earlier, but much more scared. A few minutes later Mrs. Jones asked us to get our homework out. I couldn't get mine out because I couldn't find it. Mrs. Jones came around to pick up everyone’s homework. I was so worked up, and when she got to me she asked me where mine was. I told her that I couldn't find it, and that's why was late to class because I had been looking for it. I promised her that I had done it, but that someone must've taken it. She said that she didn't think someone would take my homework, and that we would deal with it later. I knew I was in deeper trouble now than I wanted to be.
At the end the class I walked up to Mrs. Jones's desk and she handed me a discipline form. She told me that she was very disappointed me and didn't understand why I had been acting the way I had for the last several days, but that maybe a sore bottom would make me mend my ways. I told her I was sorry and that would not happen again. I looked at the form, and it had six down next to corporal. Now, I was really scared.
One good thing, at least I was going to get my spanking the very next day, it did not have several days to think about it. During lunch, Pamela asked me what Mrs. Jones had said to me. I told her that she told me she was disappointed me and that maybe a sore bottom would make me behave better. And then I told her that she had put me down for six pops. I explained that I don't know what happened to my homework, and Pamela looked away. I could tell it she was guilty of something, and asked her if she knew where my homework was. She said " Well, I thought you were going to, when you know like you did last Friday, you went to class on time, and I am not… I took it.. sorry I thought you were going to come to class on time."
I wanted to be mad at Pamela, but I couldn't. I had gone back on my word last Friday, so I guess we were even, though my bottom was meant to be a lot sorer than hers. I had almost forgot to tell her about the chewing gum, when I thought about how sore my bottom was good to be. I then told her that I was getting six from Ms. Jones and two more for chewing gum in Mr. Brown's class. Pamela showed me some sympathy, saying that she was sorry for taking my homework. I told her it was okay, but that she may have to put ice on my butt because of how hot it was going to be.
After school I met up with Pamela and we went over to her house. I asked her if you butt still hurt and she told me that it only hurt a little. It hurt her on Saturday every time she sat done, but by Sunday it was not as bad. Now it only hurt if she sat the wrong way.
I wanted to see her butt again and I hoped that she would show it to me, but I did not want to ask out right. I asked her is it was still red and she told me that she did not know. This was the opening that I was looking for. I told her that I would check for her. To my surprise, she turned around and lowered her pants and her panties. Her bottom was beautiful. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I resisted. It was no longer red, but there were a couple of smaller purple and black bruises. I told Pamela what I saw and she pulled up her pants. She looked at the clock and told me that I needed to leave because her Mom would be home soon. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria before school.
I went home and spent most of the evening in my room. I kept thinking about the eight pops that awaited me and I could not concentrate on anything. I tried to work on a history project that was due in a week, but found myself just staring at the same paragraph over and over. I tried to watch TV, but even Laugh In could not make me laugh. Even playing with my dog, Nipper, didn’t keep my mind off of my soon to be bruised and aching behind.
I finally gave up and went to bed. I kept thinking about the description of the punishment that I was facing that Pamela had related to me. I found myself rubbing my bottom until I dozed off to sleep.
In the morning, I thought about putting on extra underpants for padding, but decided against it. I was not sure if you would be able to notice and I did not want get in anymore trouble. I did pick my thickest corduroy jeans and made sure my underpants didn’t have any holes in them. (I was thinking about showing my bottom off to Pamela after school!)
I met Pamela outside the cafeteria and we went in. I was going to get some hot rolls, but I could not help glancing over at the punishment board. It was horrifying. I had hoped to be the only one on the board so that I could get it over quicker and without any witnesses. The board was nearly full:
Linda Jones XX
Tom Winters XXX
Jack Williams XXX
Alice Simmons XXX
Jane Ashley XX
Mary Ashley XXXX
Woody Woodshed XXXXXXX
John Johnson XX
I was one of eight inmates, four boys and four girls. They had had to add an extra table to fit us all. I guess I was proud to say that I won since I had three more checks than second place Mary, but then I remembered what the prize was. Oh my soon to be aching ass.
I stopped and stared. Pamela nudged me toward the food line. “Come on, it will be OK.”
“That’s easy for you to say. Your name’s not up there with all those checks.”
We got our rolls and sat in silence as we ate. I nervously broke the silence, “These buns are nice and warm.”
“Like you buns will be later,” Pam quipped.
“Ouch, thanks for the reminder… As if I needed it.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Are you excited or scared?”
“Both.”
“Well, I’m excited for you; just sorry it’s so many.”
“You and me both. Time for class, see you in English.”
I had to try real hard to concentrate in class. I just knew that people were staring at me, but I’m sure most of them had no idea what was in store for me. The day seemed to be going real slowly.
I finally made it to English and walked up to Mrs. Jones. I handed her my day late, thanks to Pamela, homework. She looked up, “I’m glad to see you made it on time with your work. You are getting your bottom warmed today, aren’t you.”
“Yes mam.”
“Well, I hope you learn a lesson. Now go have a seat, while you still can.”
I just turned around and went to my seat. I sat with my eyes forward and at least looked like I was paying attention the whole class. I didn’t even see Pamela come into the room.
The bell rang and class was over. Lunch was coming up. Sore bottom was coming up. I had to pee. Nervous reaction, but I had to make a quick decision, eat lunch or pee. Pamela walked up to me, but before she could say anything I told her that I had to go pee.
“Hurry or you won’t have time to eat. I’ll be listening. Good luck.”
Part 4 – My Curiosity is Met - Coming soon!
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