From nuedai@hotmail.com Wed Oct 08 17:02:35 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.bondage,alt.torture,tw.bbs.sci.sex,hk.talk.sex
Subject: STORY NEEDS TRANSLATION
From: nuedai@hotmail.com
Date: Wed, 08 Oct 1997 15:02:35 -0600
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THIS STORY IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME
For those folks who live in Taiwan or mainland China:
I just found this story on the internet, but had no time to translate it
into Chinese. Whoever's willing to do so please post the translation. I
also have several good stories in English and Japanese. I'll post them if
you like this one. Again, the story is NOT written by me. It's in a form
of a letter by a female.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
I would like to relate a most disturbing incident that I
experienced when I was a senior in high school in Florida
in May of 1984. I had been a runner-up in several local beauty
pageants and always considered myself attractive. However, I
never felt so ugly and sullied than after this experience, which
only now do I find the courage to share.
I had been late three times to school and was sent to the
referral center, where I had to explain myself to a male
administrative assistant. The teacher who sent me told me that I
would be given a choice of three "swats" or three days
suspension. On my way to the center I started to feel sick to my
stomach, and my knees were starting to get weak. If I took the
three days suspension, I would miss out on all of my school work
and get zeros for those days in all of my subjects. This would
affect my chances of attending college the next year. On the
other hand, the idea of bending over and letting them paddle me
was a terrible thought. I knew from other students that they
make you spread your legs and lie flat on a desk for the
paddling. Then they rear back and whack you really hard. Other
girls told me that they left the room crying. My mind was racing
and my anxiety was building. To make matters worse it had been
very warm and I was wearing a mini-skirt that day. Picturing
myself in that obscene position with a male administrator and a
witness leering at me was a very frightening thought. I became
nauseated and went to the school rest room, where I vomited.
After composing myself I proceeded to the referral center, where
the male administrator greeted me and very matter-of-factly led
me into his office. He looked over my record and the three
documented latenesses. Then my worst fears were realized as he
asked me whether I wanted three days suspension or three "swats"
with a paddle. I though I would be sick again. I knew I had no
choice but to take the paddling. My heart started pounding in my
ears, and my knees were shaking as I told him that I would take
the "swats". He indifferently stepped out of his office and
called another male administrator to act as a witness. I was
really starting to get panicky. The "witness" took a position
behind me as the administrator returned to his desk. He opened
his drawer and pulled out a paddle. It was about six inches
wide, one and a half feet long and about half inch thick. It had
several holes drilled in it and I could see the word "OUCH"
written on the face. I guess that was some kind of a joke, which
only served to make the whole thing that much more disturbing.
He proceeded to move a few thing from his desk and spoke to the
"witness" as if I weren't there. He said he would be "giving her
three swats for being late". At this point I was holding onto
the desk for support since I was becoming weak with fear. I
remember praying, "Oh God, don't make me bend over for these
guys!" I felt so vulnerable in that mini-skirt. Before I knew it
the words I dreaded were being said: "I want you to bend over
and lie flat on the desk, feet wide apart". In trembling voice
on the verge of tears I mustered the courage to ask to keep my
legs together since I was in a skirt. He responded that this was
standard school procedure and I should have thought of that
before. I then asked if I could have a female administrator
administer the paddling, but he told me that there were none
available today (how convenient!). So, reluctantly I bent over
the desk trying to maintain as much modesty as possible. I can
still hear his next command: "feet wider apart". I obeyed as I
wanted this to be over with as soon as possible. At this time I
started to cry. He half-jokingly said, "I haven't even paddled
you yet." I turned to see both of them staring at my upturned
buttocks but was told to look at the picture on the wall in
front of me. I felt the paddle touch my buttocks with a rubbing
motion before he drew back to swing. I heard the paddle whistle
slightly as he swung. The "swat" landed and seemed to fill the
room with a loud POP. I felt the most incredible pain I had ever
experienced and felt myself lifted to my toes from the impact. I
tried not to move or cry out to give them any additional
satisfaction. I felt totally exposed since I was sure my
backside was visible. He drew back for the second swat and hit
me again almost immediately. Again, I was lifted to my toes and
driven toward the desk. I couldn't take the pain, so I turned
around and asked him to wait a minute. He told me to "get back
into position right now." I was openly crying and said I would
rather have the suspension. He told me that the school didn't
"mix and match" punishments and that I would get a fourth "swat"
if I did not bend over. I couldn't believe how childish I was
made to feel. Here I was, a 17-year-old women crying like a baby
while this strange man spanked me and another man was enjoying
it. I bent back over and opened my legs so I would not have to
be told. The last swat was the worst yet and I saw stars through
my tears. I got up and shifted my weight from side to side to
defuse the pain. I did not want to give them the satisfaction of
rubbing myself in front of them. He then told me not to be late
anymore and asked me to sign the paddle. I refused and he said I
could go. I passed the "witness" on my way out, and he looked as
if he were blushing. I looked down in embarrassment and shame.
The bruises lasted three weeks, and I had to be careful not to
let anyone see them. I was terribly embarrassed and humiliated,
and I resolved to keep this experience to myself. I am now
married with a child, and I have still never told anyone about
this. I only know that this experience was the closest thing to
a rape as I can imagine, and I pray that the time will soon come
when no one will have to suffer this form of punishment-masked
sadism again.
END OF THE STORY
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