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 ï>¿Daddy, Please Don't Sign It by Sue DeNym

   Chapter 1

   "Come on, girls, we can still make it!"

   Kimberly Carter half ran, half hurled herself up the last staircase, two
steps at a time, sometimes three.  By the time the teenaged girl made it to
the fourth floor landing, every muscle in Kimberly's legs seemed to be
screaming in pain, and she could barely draw in a breath.

   She desperately wanted to slow down, if only for the briefest moment to
stop and rest ...  but the pounding fear of what would happen if she was
late for her history class propelled the girl onward.

   Kimberly wasn't sure how she managed to summon the strength to reach and
open the door to the fourth floor hallway, but she did.  When she glanced
back toward the stairway, Kimberly was dismayed to see that her friends
were still a staircase and a half away.  Although Susan and Lindsay were no
less athletic than Kimberly, the long, frantic run across half their campus
had taken its toll on the girls.

   "Susan!  Lindsay!  Come on, hurry!" pleaded Kimberly as she held open
the hallway door for her friends.

   Kimberly glanced longingly at the door to her history classroom, still
invitingly open for yet a few more precious moments, but then shook her
head and stood resolutely, holding open the stairway door.  She would not
leave her friends.

   "Let's go!" Susan managed to gasp when she and Lindsay finally reached
the door.  All three girls ran down the hallway, the door to their
classroom in sight, now mere steps away.

   "Maybe we can still - "

   Kimberly never finished her sentence.  Her heart sank when she heard the
bell ring, and seemingly a fraction of a second later, the door to the
classroom swung shut.

   Susan and Lindsay collapsed against the wall, trying to catch their
breath, as Kimberly blinked back tears.  So close ...

   "You should have just gone ahead without us," murmured Lindsay.  "You
would have made it, Kimberly."

   "No." Kimberly shook her head.  "I wasn't going to leave you girls
behind."

   "Well, now it's going to be all of us behind," said Susan in a dismal
voice.  Kimberly and Lindsay nodded grimly.

   "What if we don't go in there?" suggested Lindsay, looking at the now
closed classroom door.  "We could just get out of here - "

   "If we cut class, it's going to be ten times worse when Laskell catches
up with us," Kimberly warned.

   "She's right," said Susan.

   "Okay." Lindsay's shoulders slumped in resignation.  "Let's go in and
get it over with."

   Like condemned prisoners, the girls marched to the door to their history
classroom.  Kimberly took a deep breath as she turned the doorknob.

   "Yes, and by now, you should all be prepared to ...  "

   The gray-haired history professor immediately turned up his head at the
sound of his classroom door opening, and directed an icy glare at the three
girls walking in after the bell.  Almost in unison, every female student in
the classroom winced and let out a small moan, while most of the boys
snickered, one rather louder than the others.

   "Girls who are not responsible enough to be on time should not waste
mine," snapped the teacher, folding his arms.

   "We're sorry, Professor Laskell," said Kimberly, unable to keep the
desperation out of her voice.  "We tried our best to get here before - "

   "Enough," said the professor sharply.  "I will not waste more valuable
time listening to excuses."

   He fixed a glare on Kimberly.

   "Your paddle, Miss Carter," said Professor Laskell coldly.

   Kimberly's face instantly drained of color.

   "No, Professor, please - " she said, her voice quickly rising in pitch.

   "Professor, we were only a few seconds late," protested Susan.

   "We were right outside the door when the bell rang," said Lindsay
urgently.

   Professor Laskell gazed at the girls impassively.

   "Well, perhaps a bit of discipline will encourage you girls to be INSIDE
the door the next time the bell rings," he retorted.

   "But it wasn't our fault!" Susan was near tears.  "There were these boys
- "

   "It was Trent Lawrence and his friends," said Lindsay.  "They caught us
coming out of the girls' locker room - "

   "Professor," said Kimberly, her voice breaking, "those boys forced us up
against a wall and they wouldn't let us go - "

   "Yes, yes, of course." The professor rolled his eyes impatiently. 
"Girls always blame boys for all of your troubles.  How typical."

   "But Professor - "

   "Enough!" said Professor Laskell harshly.  "If you three have an issue
with the behavior of some of your classmates, you may make a complaint with
the principal's office.  My only concern is running my classroom, which you
girls have disrupted far too long already."

   He locked his eyes sternly with Kimberly's.

   "I will have your paddle now, Miss Carter, and every further delay from
this point will only compound your offense."

   Fighting back tears, Kimberly reached into her schoolbag and drew out
the small wooden paddle that she, like every other girl in the school, was
required to carry at all times.  She reluctantly handed it to the
professor.

   "Miss Carter." Professor Laskell wrinkled his nose as he examined the
paddle.  "You have not been properly caring for this instrument.  I urge
you to do better in the future, or else it may be replaced with something a
bit sturdier."

   Kimberly swallowed hard.

   "Yes, Professor," she said, lowering her eyes to the floor.

   "Professor, this isn't fair," said Susan, her face contorting with
anger. "We were - "

   "Enough.  I will have no more of this.  Your paddle, Miss Gold."
Professor Laskell looked at Lindsay.  "Yours as well, Miss Bell."

   Susan slowly took her own paddle out of her backpack and handed it to
her teacher.  With shaking hands, Lindsay did the same.

   "Now, let's not waste any more time." Professor Laskell moved his chair
from behind his desk and sat down.  "Miss Carter, you will go first."

   "Professor, do we really have to do this in front of the entire class?"
Lindsay could not bring herself to look at her classmates.

   Many of the girls in the class were looking at Kimberly and her friends
sympathetically, while others were simply grateful that it wasn't them. 
The boys were mostly gazing with hungry eyes at the three beautiful girls,
and particularly the girls' skirts.

   "I thought I made it clear that I don't intend to waste more time, Miss
Bell," said the professor.  "Besides, I think that a bit of embarrassment
will do you girls some good, not to mention it will serve as a useful
example to all of your female classmates.  Now, over my knee, Miss Carter."

   The professor took hold of Kimberly's wrist, and she reluctantly let him
guide her over his lap.  Kimberly cringed as she felt his hand lifting up
her skirt, revealing her tight pink panties to the entire classroom.  A
moment later, Kimberly's face turned crimson when she heard a few of the
boys whistling appreciatively at the sight.  Forcing herself to look up,
Kimberly was not surprised to see that Susan and Lindsay were also
blushing, and several of the other girls in the class looked embarrassed as
well.

   "Now, Miss Carter, you know my rule," said Professor Laskell.  "It is
your choice.  Fifty swats with the paddle over your panties, or half that
amount on your bare bottom."

   "Fifty over my panties," said Kimberly without hesitation.

   "Ah, what a pity," remarked the teacher.  "I was rather hoping that you
would pick the other option."

   Kimberly could tell without looking that Professor Laskell was gazing
longingly at her panty-clad bottom, and then sliding his eyes up and down
her body before returning them to her panties.  She had seen that same leer
from the old teacher virtually every other time that he had spanked a girl
in his classroom.

   "Are you sure, Miss Carter?" the professor pressed.  "Choosing the other
option would end your punishment more quickly, not to mention, I am sure,
the boys would be very appreciative.  I certainly would."

   Kimberly was starting to seethe.  It was hardly appropriate for a male
teacher to be saying such things to a female student, and she longed to
give him a piece of her mind, but Kimberly knew that any complaint would
only make her punishment worse.

   "I am VERY sure, Professor," she said, struggling to keep her voice
calm.

   "Very well," said Professor Laskell.  He shook his head slightly as he
gazed wistfully at Kimberly's pink panties, which were tantalizingly
hugging the shapely contours of her bottom.  "Oh, what could have been."

   "Come on, Professor, take her panties down anyway!" piped up one of the
boys in the class, to enthusiastic nods and laughter from a few other boys.

   Kimberly's eyes seemed fixed to the floor, but Susan and Lindsay
observed that a few of the male students at least had the decency to look
embarrassed by the behavior of the other boys.

   "Rules are rules, gentlemen," said the professor.  "The girls have this
choice, and Miss Carter has made hers."

   "Too bad," one boy loudly remarked.  "Kimberly's got one great ass!"

   This brought more laughter from the boys, while the girls reddened even
more.  Susan and Lindsay were clenching up in anger.

   After a moment, Kimberly managed to tilt her head up a little, still
blushing intensely.  She felt some gratitude that, although many of the
boys were laughing and leering at her, there were also some male students
gazing at her with sympathy, even if, being boys, they couldn't help
appreciating the view.

   "Professor, didn't you say you didn't want to waste any more time?"
asked a girl in the class, wrapping her hand around her forehead.  There
were murmurs of agreement from the other girls, including Susan and
Lindsay.

   "Yes, I suppose we should get on with it," sighed the teacher.  "All
right, boys, settle down.  I trust that Miss Carter is learning her lesson
from this experience."

   Professor Laskell raised the paddle that he had taken from Kimberly.

   "Ready, Miss Carter?"

   "I guess so," said Kimberly softly.

   Moments later, Kimberly's whimpers were turning into ever louder cries
of pain as Professor Laskell brought the wooden paddle down hard on her
bottom.  Her tears, which she had tried to hold back at first, were soon
flowing down her cheeks.  Her body shuddered with every smack of the
paddle, the thin layer of fabric still covering her backside hardly
cushioning the blows.

   Even worse than the pain, however, was the extreme embarrassment of
being spanked like a child, on her panties, all exposed to the sight of an
entire classroom full of students, half of them boys - one boy in
particular.

   Since the beginning of the school year, history had been the one class
that Kimberly was desperate to avoid being late for, or committing any
other infraction in.  Not because Professor Laskell would spank her for it.
As humiliating as that was, it didn't make his class any different from her
others.  Nowadays, it seemed like just about all of the teachers,
especially the male ones, were determined to spank every girl in their
classes for virtually any offense, no matter how minor.

   No, the reason Kimberly was so desperate to avoid a spanking in history
class was because it was the class she shared with Jason Foster.  As
Professor Laskell paddled Kimberly, she could practically feel Jason's eyes
riveted to her, could perfectly picture his lips curling into a cruel
smirk.

   Kimberly and Jason had been rivals from their very first weeks in this
high school.  They competed with each other in virtually everything, and
Kimberly had nearly always won.

   They had been paired up against each other in the debating club, and
Kimberly soundly trounced Jason.

   Kimberly had run against Jason for a seat on the student council, and
defeated him handily.  Many students in the school already saw Kimberly as
the clear favorite to be elected Class President next year.

   Jason had the second-highest GPA in their year ...  Guess who had the
highest?

   What really burned Jason was that Kimberly even proved to be a better
athlete than he was, outscoring him on the basketball court and besting him
in the school's swimming competition.

   Kimberly and Jason also tended to have opposing world views.  In
particular, Kimberly had always been a devoted feminist, while Jason
proudly wore a jacket bearing the words, "Men Should Be Men And Women
Should Know Their Place.  Now, Get In The Kitchen And Make Me A Sandwich."

   She was never quite sure if Jason actually believed that, or if he only
wore the jacket to get under Kimberly's skin.  Regardless, it always did.

   Little wonder, then, that Jason was just about the last person in the
world who Kimberly had ever wanted to witness her being draped over a man's
lap with her pink panty-clad derriere getting smacked over and over with a
paddle.

   SMACK!  Kimberly let out another cry of pain, which she knew had to be
giving Jason untold satisfaction, not to mention outright amusement.

   At one time or another, every girl in Professor Laskell's classes had
faced the difficult choice between taking fifty swats with a paddle on her
panties, or half that amount on her bare bottom.  This time, though, for
Kimberly, it had been an easy decision.  There was no way in the world that
she was going to let Jason Foster see her bare butt.  She was certain that
she would rather take the extra 25 swats with the paddle ...  After about
the 30th or 35th swat, however, Kimberly found herself having serious
second thoughts.

   By the time the 50th smack with the paddle was applied to her backside,
Kimberly was sobbing uncontrollably, and her rear was visibly crimson, even
through the fabric of her panties.

   "All right, Miss Carter, you're done," said Professor Laskell.  He
tilted his head, not quite sure if the crying girl had heard him.  "Er,
Miss Gold, you should come over here now."

   Kimberly slowly got up from Professor Laskell's lap, feeling like her
rump was on fire, as Susan reluctantly came over to take her place.

   "When Miss Collins was our principal, only the boys ever got spanked,"
whined Susan as the professor pulled her, with altogether too much
eagerness, over his lap.

   "We have a new administration now, Miss Gold," Professor Laskell replied
as he pulled up Susan's skirt, revealing her light blue panties.  They were
no less tight than Kimberly's, and judging by the boys' reaction, hugging a
derriere that was no less alluring.

   The professor took his time gazing down at Susan's bottom before he
smugly added, "And thankfully, our new administration is far more
enlightened when it comes to the proper administration of corporal
punishment than our previous one.  Now, Miss Gold, will you prefer 50 swats
with the paddle on your panties, or half that amount on your bare bottom?"

   Susan hesitated, obviously remembering the sight of Kimberly's visibly
red behind, as well as her high-pitched sobs of pain.

   "Twenty-five on my bare bottom." Susan's voice was barely above a
whisper.

   "Ah, excellent," said Professor Laskell, his eyes gleaming.  He slid his
finger inside the waistband of Susan's panties, smiling at the way she
immediately tensed up in his lap.  The professor paused for a moment,
tugging lightly on the girl's panties, seemingly just to tease her, before
he slowly slid them down her legs, revealing the tight, shapely flesh of
Susan's bare rump to the sight of the entire class.

   Susan bit her lip, already seeming to regret her choice as she heard a
chorus of appreciative whistles from the boys in the class.  Could this get
any worse?

   A moment later, Susan got her answer when she felt the professor's hand
sliding over her bare bottom, even giving her butt cheeks a squeeze.

   "Very nice, Miss Gold," he remarked.

   "Professor, please," Susan protested in a high-pitched voice.

   "Professor Laskell, this is completely inappropriate," said Kimberly,
still rubbing her own sore bottom.

   "Oh, really, girls, you shouldn't take yourselves so seriously," said
the professor dismissively.  "But I suppose that we really should get on
with class, so ...  "

   Professor Laskell firmly pinned Susan's wrists behind her back with his
left hand while raising Susan's paddle with his right.  A second later,
Susan let out a cry of pain as the first blow of the paddle came down on
her completely unprotected rear.  It wasn't long before Susan was sobbing
as hard as Kimberly had been as the professor smacked her again and again
with the paddle.

   Every one of those smacks made the girls in the class cringe, even
though it was far from an unusual sight.  Girls were getting spanked all
over the school, and it very often seemed that the prettier a girl was, the
more frequently she would be singled out to go over a teacher's knee. 
This, naturally, made girls like Kimberly, Susan, and Lindsay prime targets
to have their bottoms paddled by ones like Professor Laskell.

   "Twenty-five, done," announced the professor at last.  Susan slowly
started to get up from the teacher's lap.  Her tears were hardly mollified
when he gave her bare behind what he seemed to think was a soothing rub.

   Susan's face, already red, grew redder still as she found that there was
no subtle way for a girl to pull her panties up from her ankles in front of
an entire classroom.

   "Now, Miss Bell, come over here so you can get your spanking as well."

   Lindsay reluctantly obeyed.  As she draped herself over the professor's
lap, she dismally pondered what choice she would make.  Having seen the
results of both, Lindsay saw little hope in either.  But before she could
reach a decision, she found that one had been made for her.

   "Professor!" cried Lindsay in shock as she felt the teacher's hand yank
her panties down to her ankles.  Lindsay's eyes instantly started to well
up at the violation of one of the most private places of her body suddenly
exposed to the sight of more than thirty of her classmates, including boys
who she could tell, without looking, were openly ogling her.

   "P-Professor, I - I haven't chosen - "

   "That won't be necessary," said Professor Laskell with a wave of his
hand.  "I've decided that we should mix things up a bit, Miss Bell, to
prevent any of you girls from becoming complacent with your discipline. 
So, you, Miss Bell, will receive 50 swats of the paddle on your bare
bottom."

   "Professor - OW!" Lindsay could barely get out her protest before she
felt a hard smack on her rear, not from her paddle, but the professor's
bare hand.

   "Silence, Miss Bell," said Professor Laskell sternly.  "I have made my
decision.  Any protest from any of you" - he directed a glare at Kimberly
and Susan as well as Lindsay - "and I will increase your punishment even
more." He punctuated his judgment with another hard slap on Lindsay's
bottom.

   Within seconds, Lindsay was crying tears of pain, anger, and humiliation
as the professor brought her paddle down again and again on her bare
derriere, while Kimberly and Susan could only watch helplessly.

   Lindsay was weeping so hard that she hardly seemed to notice when
Professor Laskell told her that her spanking was finished.  He had to prod
her to get up.  And like Susan, Lindsay became vividly aware that there was
no subtle way for a girl to pull up her own panties.

   "There, I trust we've learned our lesson, girls," said Professor
Laskell, getting up from his chair.

   "Yes, Professor," said Kimberly, Susan, and Lindsay, more or less in
unison, all three girls still rubbing their behinds.

   "Good, I hope you will take better care to be on time for class from now
on."

   "Yes, Professor," the girls said again.

   "Here you go," said the professor as he handed each girl back her
paddle. "I have no doubt you will all need these again soon enough."

   Kimberly and her friends reddened as they quietly slipped their paddles
back into their bags.

   "Now, take your seats."

   That was easier said than done, as the girls were soon cringing at the
feel of the hard desk chairs under their red, sore bottoms.  As Kimberly
settled into her seat, trying her best to ignore the cruel smirk that Jason
was giving her, she fervently hoped that this would be the last spanking
that she and her friends would get.  She knew, however, that it wouldn't
be.

   Kimberly silently opened her textbook as the professor began his
lecture. She barely heard his discourse on the French Revolution, pondering
instead his words earlier ...

   "We have a new administration now ...  and thankfully, our new
administration is far more enlightened when it comes to the proper
administration of corporal punishment than our previous one."

   The boys in the school may have thought so.  The girls, not so much.

   Susan had been right.  Their previous principal, Miss Collins, only ever
allowed corporal punishment for male students, never female students. 
Naturally, the boys didn't think this was fair, but any protests they made
invariably fell on deaf ears.

   All of that changed at the start of the current year, when Miss Collins
was replaced by a new principal, Mr.  Masters.  Almost his first official
act had been to make spankings the primary form of discipline for all girls
in the school, while at the same time prohibiting any kind of physical
punishment for boys.

   To make certain he would be on firm ground with this new policy, Mr. 
Masters had sent forms to the parents of every female student in the
school, asking for their permission to spank their daughters as discipline.

   As Kimberly shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she reflected, for
perhaps the thousandth time, on that fateful night when her own father was
looking over the form he'd received.

   ...

   "Daddy, please don't sign it!"

   Kimberly was near tears.

   It was late in the evening.  Kimberly and her parents were in Susan's
house.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Carter had come over, with Kimberly in tow, to ask
Susan's parents for their opinion on the new principal's disciplinary
policy.

   "I really don't know about this," said Mrs.  Gold, shaking her head.

   "Well, according to this," said her husband, flipping through a small
sheaf of papers, "This new principal, Mr.  Masters, is acting on advice
given to him by a doctor, a psychologist named Dr.  Amy P.  Corrigan."

   "'Amy'?" echoed Lindsay, who had been visiting Susan when the Carters
had arrived.

   "You mean it's a woman who's behind all this?" said Susan incredulously.

   "Apparently so," said Mrs.  Carter.  "She seems to very firmly believe
that spanking is the most effective and valuable form of discipline for
girls, regardless of age."

   "But they only want to spank girls, not boys!" protested Kimberly.

   "It's sexist!" said Susan.  "It's completely unfair - "

   "You know, that's funny," said a cold voice.  "I don't remember you
girls ever complaining about sexism when it was only the boys getting
spanked."

   All of the girls immediately froze.  They looked toward the door, where
Susan's brother, Roger, had just walked in.

   "When Miss Collins was our principal," said Roger, "she never let any
girls get spanked, only boys.  You girls never seemed to have a problem
with that."

   Kimberly, Susan, and Lindsay were conspicuously silent.

   "Your brother makes a good point, Susan," said Mr.  Gold, folding his
arms.

   "Maybe we were wrong," said Kimberly quietly.  "Maybe Miss Collins was
wrong.  But that doesn't make it okay to - "

   "Listen." Mr.  Carter turned a page in the permission form.  "There
could be a practical benefit to this."

   "'Disciplinary Excellence,'" read Mrs.  Carter, looking over her
husband's shoulder.

   "It's a notation that is placed on the transcript of any student who
gets through the entire four years of high school without ever being
referred to the principal's office for disciplinary action," explained Mr.
Carter.  "According to this, any girl who is approved for spanking in
school will receive the notation on her transcript automatically."

   "This Dr.  Corrigan believes that spanking allows girls to start over
with a clean slate," said Mr.  Gold.  "So Mr.  Masters is offering to wipe
any disciplinary records for a girl who is spanked."

   "You girls are lucky," remarked Roger.  "That notation is gold when
colleges look at your transcript, and us boys don't get it for free like
you girls would."

   "You call this free?" shrieked Susan.

   "Daddy, please," said Kimberly, desperation creeping into her voice. 
"Daddy, Mr.  Gold, please don't let them spank us - "

   "Princess, don't you see?" said her father.  "This will wipe out that
suspension you girls got last year."

   Kimberly flushed.

   "That wasn't our fault," said Lindsay.  "It was - "

   "Yes, we know," said Mr.  Gold.  "But no matter whose fault it is, the
fact remains that it's on all of your records.  And that suspension is
really going to hurt you when you apply to colleges.  This way, you'll all
get a clean record."

   "Dad, please," said Susan.  "I swear, we won't get into any more trouble
ever again - "

   "We can't count on that," said her father.  "And even if we could, it
won't do anything to help you when colleges see that suspension."

   "This is true," said Mrs.  Carter thoughtfully.  She looked at Lindsay.
"What do your parents think of this, Lindsay?"

   For a long moment, Lindsay was silent.  She could feel everyone's eyes
on her.

   "My father has already signed it," said Lindsay finally, in a small
voice.

   "You're kidding!" said Susan in disbelief.  Kimberly was staring at
Lindsay, open-mouthed.

   Lindsay shook her head.

   "I don't like any of this," said Mrs.  Gold, putting up her hands. 
"I've never liked spanking to begin with, and I certainly don't support
doing it in public.  If a child is to be spanked, it should be done in
private, at home, not in a classroom in front of dozens of other students."

   "Even if it means that our daughters might lose a chance to get into a
good college, Caroline?" asked Mr.  Carter.

   Mrs.  Gold bit her lip, saying nothing.

   "I don't really see what the problem is," said Mrs.  Carter.  "I've read
this Dr.  Corrigan's proposals, and what she says makes a lot of sense to
me."

   "Mom, you can't mean that!" exclaimed Kimberly.

   "You really think so, Anne?" asked Mr.  Gold.

   "I do." Mrs.  Carter nodded.  "I was spanked when I was growing up, even
in school, and believe me, it did a lot to keep me on the straight and
narrow.  And when Richard and I got married, we both agreed that he should
- "

   She stopped at the sound of her husband clearing his throat.

   "Look, Peter, Caroline," said Mr.  Carter.  "I think that Anne and I are
in agreement on this.  It will help the girls get into a good college, and
the discipline could also do them a lot of good."

   "I agree." Mr.  Gold nodded.

   "No, please - " said Susan, her voice rising in pitch.

   "Daddy, please don't sign it!" begged Kimberly, her eyes welling up.

   "I'm sorry, sweetheart, my mind is made up."

   Kimberly watched helplessly as her father signed the permission form.

   "Peter, I don't think we should do this." Mrs.  Gold shook her head.  "I
don't agree with Richard and Anne's decision, but as Kimberly's parents,
that is up to them to decide.  But when it comes to Susan - "

   "I'm sorry, honey, but my mind is made up, too," said her husband.  "I'm
signing the form."

   "Peter - Peter, are you insane?!" demanded Mrs.  Gold heatedly. 
"Letting some teacher, especially a male teacher, spank our daughter in
front of - "

   "Enough!" said Mr.  Gold sharply.  He fixed a glare on his wife.  "I
told you, Caroline, my mind is made up.  I think this will do our daughter
good.  In fact, I think it will do Susan good for us to make spanking her
primary form of discipline at home as well."

   "Daddy!" cried Susan.

   "I agree, Peter," said Mrs.  Carter.

   "Peter - " protested Mrs.  Gold.

   "And furthermore," continued Mr.  Gold, "I think that it's high time
that you and I had a little talk about you showing me a little more respect
in our household, Caroline."

   Mrs.  Gold stared at her husband.

   "What are you saying, Peter?" she asked in confusion.

   "We need to talk," said Mr.  Gold, taking his wife by the arm and
pulling her, gently but firmly, toward their bedroom.  "Richard, Anne, I
trust you can see yourselves out."

   "Certainly," said Mr.  Carter.

   "Good luck!" said Mrs.  Carter, giving Mr.  Gold an encouraging smile as
he pulled his protesting wife into their bedroom.

   "What are they - " Susan started to walk toward the now closed bedroom
door, only to stop dead in her tracks at the sound of her mother's protests
growing much louder, accompanied by the very distinctive smacking sound of
a spanking.

   Mrs.  Carter folded her arms with a satisfied smile on her face, while
her husband looked away, letting out a low whistle.

   "Kimberly, honey, I think we should go home," said Mr.  Carter, clapping
his hands.  His daughter didn't answer.  She seemed oddly fascinated by the
sight of her shoes.

   Susan looked frozen, gazing wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the door to
her parents' bedroom.

   "Lindsay, dear, why don't you come with us?" asked Mrs.  Carter.  "We
can drop you off at your house."

   "Thank you, Mrs.  Carter," said Lindsay in a tiny voice.

   ...

   "MISS CARTER!"

   Kimberly gave a start.  Her heart instantly began pounding as she looked
up to see Professor Laskell glaring down at her.

   "Miss Carter, you should know by now that I expect all of my students to
pay strict attention to me while in class," said the professor sternly.  "I
do not tolerate daydreaming during my lectures - "

   "No, Professor, I wasn't daydreaming," said Kimberly, trying to control
her terror.

   "Enough," said Professor Laskell.  "I would have thought the spanking I
gave you at the beginning of class would have been enough to get you to
mind, Miss Carter, but apparently you need a refresher.  Miss Carter, your
paddle - "

   "No, Professor, I swear, I was paying attention!" protested Kimberly.

   "Oh, really?" Professor Laskell raised an eyebrow.  He folded his arms
and said, "Then, tell me, Miss Carter, what was I saying just now?"

   "You were telling us about how the French Revolution ended with the
formation of the French Consulate in November of 1799," said Kimberly, "and
many of the values and institutions that the Revolution created still
remain central to French political discourse."

   Professor Laskell blinked.

   "Oh," he said after a long moment.  "Er ...  Well, I guess you were
paying attention after all.  Um, my sincerest apologies, Miss Carter."

   "It's quite all right, Professor," said Kimberly.

   "Well, anyway," said Professor Laskell, turning toward the rest of the
class.  "As I was saying, the long-term impact of the end of feudalism in
France ..."

   "Thank you," breathed Kimberly, putting her hand over her still pounding
heart.

   "No problem." Susan smiled as she pulled back her notes on Professor
Laskell's lecture, which she had slipped into Kimberly's peripheral line of
sight just in time for her to answer the professor's question.

   A few minutes later, the bell rang.

   "Don't forget, class, your papers on the French Revolution are due by
the end of the week," said Professor Laskell as the students started
packing up.  He fixed a glare on Kimberly, Susan, and Lindsay as he added,
"And I hope that tomorrow, all of you girls make it a point to arrive in
class on time."

   Kimberly and her friends exchanged looks and sighed.

   "I can't even remember the last time I made it through a day without
cringing when I sat down," murmured Susan.

   Kimberly, Lindsay, and a few other girls nodded empathetically.

   Jason Foster and his friend Michael Kingsley were walking by them at
that moment.  The boys apparently overheard Susan's lament, because Michael
gave the girls a leering smirk as he chuckled, "Well, you know, it just
isn't a day if a girl can sit comfortably at the end of it."

   The girls all scowled at him.  Jason tugged on his friend's arm and
said, "Come on, man, let's get out of here while you can still walk."

   "Very well, class, you are dismissed," said Professor Laskell.  "Except
for you, Miss Malone.  Please come up here."

   A pretty blond girl named Shannon, looking taken aback, nervously walked
up to the professor's desk.

   "Yes, Professor?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably at the way the
professor was openly sliding his eyes up and down her body.

   "Your paddle, Miss Malone."

   "M-My paddle?" Shannon was stunned.  "B-But why, Professor?"

   "When I was reviewing your last paper, Miss Malone, I found a typo in
it."

   "A typo?" said Shannon incredulously.  "Professor, that's - "

   "Fifty swats with your paddle on your bare bottom, Miss Malone," said
the professor coolly.  "Now, remove your skirt and place it on my desk."

   His lips curled into a wicked smile as he added, "I will, of course,
take down your panties myself." When Shannon opened her mouth to protest,
Professor Laskell silenced her by holding up a warning finger and saying,
"Any argument, Miss Malone, and you will be removing your blouse as well."

   He fixed a leering gaze on Shannon's chest and remarked, "And I suspect
you would not want that, since it doesn't look to me like you're wearing a
bra."

   The poor girl's face turned three different shades of red at that
comment.  She reluctantly unzipped her skirt and slid it down her long
legs.

   "Your paddle, Miss Malone," said the professor again.

   Shannon slowly reached into her schoolbag and took out her paddle,
handing it to the professor.  Moments later, the pretty blond was
whimpering as Professor Laskell pulled her across his lap.

   "I said class was dismissed," said the professor, raising an eyebrow at
the few students, mostly girls, still lingering in the room.  He casually
rested his hand on Shannon's panties, making the girl visibly quiver, as he
said, "I think it would be best for me to conduct Miss Malone's spanking
privately."

   The remaining students walked out of the classroom, as Professor Laskell
slid Shannon's panties down her legs.  A moment later, Kimberly and the
other girls flinched when they heard Shannon say, in a slightly
high-pitched voice, "Th-Thank you very much for the compliment, Professor,
but, um, could you please stop fondling my butt?"

   One of Shannon's friends, Jennifer Wilson, covered her mouth, closing
her eyes as tears threatened to escape from them.  Kimberly looked at her
sympathetically, knowing that Jennifer, who was as attractive as Shannon,
had also suffered Professor Laskell's private spanking sessions.

   Jennifer hugged herself as she moaned, "I don't think things can get any
worse than this."

   Before anyone could respond, a voice blared over the school's
loudspeaker :

   "Attention, all students.  Principal Masters has called a special
student assembly at the end of the day.  All students are required to
attend."

   There was a pause, and then the announcement continued :

   "Especially the female students."

   A collective groan could be heard throughout the hallways, particularly
from the girls.

   "I think things are about to get worse," murmured Kimberly, as the other
girls grimly nodded.



   Chapter 2

   "I was very grateful to see that disciplinary reports have diminished by
a substantial margin over the past month or so," said Mr.  Masters.  "This
clearly indicates the conspicuous success of our new methods of enforcing
the codes of good conduct in our fine school.  As your principal, I take
very seriously my role in guiding all of you fine young men and women into
becoming the kind of hard-working, productive, and responsible citizens who
will be a great asset to our noble society.  I would like to quote a
renowned philosopher who had the greatest impact upon my own education when
I was your age ...  "

   Good grief, thought Kimberly.  Was it not enough that their new
principal was a sexist, misogynistic pig?  Did he have to be BORING, too?

   Kimberly glanced around the auditorium.  She spotted Susan sitting next
to her brother, Roger.  The boy's eyes were closed, and his sister was
tapping him on the arm every now and then to keep him from actually nodding
off to sleep.

   Near the back of the assembly, Lindsay was sitting next to her cousin,
Matt.  He was whispering something in her ear, and she was shaking her head
insistently.

   Kimberly turned back toward the stage, where Mr.  Masters was, for
reasons best known only to him, droning on about the penmanship medal he
had won as a child.

   Sitting two rows ahead of Kimberly was her friend Ryan Campbell, and his
girlfriend, Katie Parker.  Ryan had lived on the same block as Kimberly for
years, and next to Susan and Lindsay, he and Katie were probably her
closest friends in the school.

   Ryan smiled at Kimberly while rolling his eyes in the principal's
direction.  Katie gave Kimberly a little wave, and then closed her eyes and
pressed her head against her hands as if she was falling asleep.  Kimberly
smiled back at the couple, nodding in understanding.

   Katie rested her head on Ryan's shoulder.  He whispered in her ear,
making her giggle, and then kissed her lovingly on her forehead.

   Kimberly sighed, wishing that she had a boyfriend herself, especially
one as cute as Ryan.  While she envied Katie a bit, Kimberly knew that most
of the boys in the school were deeply jealous of Ryan, as Katie was thought
by many to be the most beautiful girl in this part of town.  A bit of a
curiosity, Kimberly thought, considering that Katie had once been -

   Her thoughts were interrupted by a small commotion on the stage. 
Kimberly looked up to see that Professor Laskell and the vice-principal,
Miss Monroe, were giving a message to Mr.  Masters.

   "Ah, excellent, excellent," said Mr.  Masters.  "Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls, I am most pleased to have a very special guest with us here
today.  While you might not know her name, her work in the field of child
psychology has had a most profound impact on many of our lives.  Please
give a warm welcome to Dr.  Amy Paula Corrigan."

   Kimberly sat bolt upright.  She knew the name, all right, as did most
every girl in the school.  Dr.  Amy P.  Corrigan ...  She was the
psychologist who advised Mr.  Masters, and the school, to make spanking the
primary form of discipline for all of the female students.

   There was some scattered applause, mainly from the faculty and staff, as
the door adjacent to the stage opened and a very beautiful young woman
wearing a light pink skirt suit walked in and up the steps to the stage.

   "Dr.  Corrigan, welcome," said Mr.  Masters, clapping his hands
enthusiastically.

   "My pleasure, Mr.  Masters," said Dr.  Corrigan, shaking the principal's
hand while brushing her long brown hair out of her eyes.

   Kimberly felt surprised.  She had not expected the doctor to be quite so
young.  Or, for that matter, so attractive.

   "Good afternoon," said Dr.  Corrigan, stepping up to the podium and
smiling at the audience.

   As Kimberly glanced around, she was not surprised to see that hardly any
of the students were smiling back at Dr.  Corrigan.  Most of the girls were
glaring at the woman with open hostility, while the boys largely just
seemed dazzled by her beauty.

   "I am very pleased to be here today," said Dr.  Corrigan.  "I was most
gratified when your principal told me how successful the new program of
corporal punishment for female students has been.  While I understand how
difficult it must be for many of you girls, I trust that in time, you will
come to see how greatly it benefits you, and benefits our society, to
recognize the value of this most basic form of discipline, not only for
young girls, but for our entire gender."

   Kimberly could practically feel the tension permeating the air of the
auditorium.  Roger was keeping a firm grip on Susan, who looked ready to
jump out of her seat and charge toward the stage.  Lindsay was staring at
the stage in what looked like utter shock, while her cousin was nervously
looking around the hall.  Ryan and Katie just seemed more confused than
anything else.

   "Speaking as both a doctor and a woman," Dr.  Corrigan was saying, "I
have long believed in, and advocated, a return to a more basic and
traditional view of girls, and of women in general.  Years of study, I have
found, can be distilled to a most elemental understanding ...  "

   Kimberly sighed.  She was getting a bad feeling that Dr.  Corrigan was
not only going to be just as sexist and misogynistic as Mr.  Masters, but
also no less boring.

   "I understand that your previous principal, Miss Collins, was very
popular among the female students, less so the boys, with good reason,"
said Dr.  Corrigan.  "She only permitted corporal punishment for male
students, never for girls.  While I don't doubt that she was
well-intentioned, I feel that she had a fundamentally misguided notion of
the effects that spankings have on the behavior of both boys and girls.  I
know this from personal experience, as my own mother had very similar
views, to the detriment of my siblings and myself.

   What I have found, both from my professional study as well as the
lessons of my own childhood, is that girls respond well to spanking, while
boys do not.  In my own family, my brothers' behavior only worsened when
they were spanked.  As a doctor, I came to understand that it was because
boys tend to feel anger and resentment at being spanked, which they then
seek to vent, often in destructive ways.  By contrast, my behavior, and my
sisters', often improved after a spanking, as girls are more likely to
react by wanting to do whatever is necessary to avoid being spanked again.

   In hindsight, I am grateful that my father eventually stepped up and
took control of our family like he should have from the beginning, and
stopped letting my mother have her way, especially on discipline.  Because,
like Miss Collins, my mother had a misplaced devotion to preserving the
modesty and dignity of girls that led her to forbid what has long been the
most effective and valuable form of discipline for any wayward girl.  Or,
for that matter, a wayward woman."

   Dr.  Corrigan stepped off the stage and began walking down the aisles of
the auditorium, continuing her lecture, either not noticing or simply not
caring about the occasionally murderous glares she was getting from the
girls she was walking past.

   "In my family, not only my sisters and I, but even our mother was
spanked by my father when any of us stepped out of line.  When my brothers
grew old enough to take on the responsibility, they joined my father in
disciplining us girls, and again, even our mother.  For me, seeing my
mother over her husband's knee, or even her son's, made me understand how
natural it is for any girl, or any woman, to be spanked by a male, even if
he is younger than her, when she messes up.  It was like, well of course
Daddy is spanking Mommy.  She disobeyed him.  That's what happens - DUH!"

   "What is she trying to do, relate to us?" muttered a girl named Ashley
Evans, sitting in the row behind Kimberly.

   "In my own relationships," continued Dr.  Corrigan, "I have always
insisted that my partner should take a firm hand with me, and to spank me
when I fail to obey him or show him the proper respect."

   As she said this, Dr.  Corrigan blushed slightly, but at the same time,
she said the words proudly and without apology.

   "I firmly believe that, from an early age well into adulthood, every
girl needs and deserves that safety and protection, to have a boy looking
after her, caring for her, and when necessary, disciplining her.  Many
girls are fortunate enough to have brothers to fill that role in their
lives, and those who don't might yet find it, in a boyfriend or close male
friend."

   "Where is she getting this garbage from?" Kimberly shook her head in
disgust.  As a dedicated feminist, Kimberly had spent much of her life so
far fighting against this very kind of patronizing sexism.

   "Dr.  Corrigan." Mr.  Masters had stepped up to the podium again.  "I
apologize, but I'm afraid we are close to the time to dismiss our students
for the day."

   "Very well." Dr.  Corrigan nodded.  "Let me just close by saying that I
am very grateful that these theories that I, and many others, support seem
to be gaining a foothold in our community.  I can only hope that it
continues to spread.  Thank you."

   Again, there was some scattered applause as the doctor returned to the
stage, seemingly oblivious to either the glares she was getting from the
girls or the ogling of the boys.

   "Miss Monroe, would you please take over for the remainder of the
assembly?" said Mr.  Masters, before stepping off the stage and walking
with Dr.  Corrigan to the side of the hall.

   "Certainly, Principal Masters," said Miss Monroe, walking up onto the
stage.

   When the attractive young vice-principal came to the podium, a few boys
in the audience whistled at her, as they almost always did.  As usual, Miss
Monroe simply ignored them and rapped on the podium to call everyone to
attention.

   The vice-principal was one of the few members of the previous
principal's staff who remained at the school after her departure.  A
fair-minded, soft-spoken young woman, Miss Monroe was popular with girls
and boys alike.

   "We just have a few announcements before you all go home," she said. 
"First, we have received some news about our annual standardized testing
... "

   Kimberly listened to the announcements with half an ear, as she
suspected most of the students were doing.  Her head was more or less
filled with Dr.  Corrigan's remarks, which were threatening to elevate
Kimberly's blood pressure.

   "May I have your attention?" Miss Monroe rapped on the podium again. 
She was looking at a piece of paper that a staff member had just handed
her. "I have an instruction from our principal."

   She cleared her throat.

   "The following students are to report to the principal's office
immediately :

   Kerry Anderson.  Lindsay Bell.  Ashley Evans.  Elizabeth Forrest.  Susan
Gold.  Shannon Malone.  Kathleen Parker.  Jennifer Wilson."

   For a moment, there was only silence in the auditorium.  Then, each of
the eight named girls slowly stood up and began making her way toward the
far doors of the hall, leading to the principal's office.

   Kimberly felt a lump in her throat.  With a sinking feeling that this
could mean nothing good, she watched helplessly as Susan, Lindsay, Katie,
and the five other girls were all herded out of the auditorium by three
members of the faculty.

   As the last of the girls disappeared through the doorway, it occurred to
Kimberly that all eight of the chosen students were not only female, but
also very attractive.  Several of the prettiest girls in the school, in
fact.  Could that mean something?  Kimberly shook her head.  Surely, it had
to just be a coincidence ...  Didn't it?

   Miss Monroe continued making the announcements, but Kimberly scarcely
heard them, even the ones about her own basketball and swimming teams.  She
was too busy staring anxiously at the doorway leading to the principal's
office.  What could be happening in there?

   "May I have your attention again?" Miss Monroe rapped on the podium for
the third time.  "I have another instruction from the principal's office
... The following students will report to the principal's office at once :

   Christopher Bartlett.  Matthew Bell.  Ryan Campbell.  Theodore Forrest.
Roger Gold.  Paul Harding.  Curt McNeil.  Zachary Vogel."

   "Now what?" murmured Kimberly, as she watched Roger, Matt, Ryan, and
five other boys being ushered toward the doors of the auditorium by another
group of faculty members.

   As she saw the boys being led out, Kimberly frowned.

   "Wait," she said slowly.  Susan's brother, Lindsay's cousin, Katie's
boyfriend ...

   Kimberly's eyebrows knitted.  If she remembered correctly, Paul Harding
was Jennifer Wilson's boyfriend, and Curt McNeil was Kerry Anderson's ...
Theodore Forrest was Elizabeth Forrest's brother ...  Kimberly only knew
the last two boys by sight, but she seemed to recall seeing them hanging
out, quite often, with the other two girls, Shannon and Ashley, who were
taken out of the auditorium earlier.  It seemed like each of those eight
boys had some close relationship with one of the eight girls who had been
called out of the assembly.

   What was going on?

   "That will be all, then," said Miss Monroe, picking up her notes.

   At that moment, a staff member came up to the podium and whispered
something to the vice-principal, who nodded.

   "Kimberly Carter," announced Miss Monroe.  "Please come up to the stage.
Everybody else is dismissed for the day.  Get home safely, all of you."

   For a moment, Kimberly was frozen to her chair.  With a gulp, she got up
and headed to the stage.

   "Miss Carter," said the vice-principal.  "Principal Masters has
requested your presence in his office."

   Somehow, Kimberly doubted that it was really a request.

   "Please come with me, Miss Carter," said Miss Monroe briskly.

   Feeling she had no choice, Kimberly reluctantly followed.  As she did
so, an announcement came over the loudspeaker.
   "Jason Foster, please report to the principal's office."