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"Jamie"
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Jamie gets spanked by the principal for ditching
school. (Mf, spank, no sex)
***
"What do you have to say for yourself, Jamie?"
Her mind raced. She couldn't believe that she had
gotten herself into this situation. After all, she was
the stereotypical "good kid"; she was an honors
student, had never gotten into trouble of any kind at
school before, and was well-liked by her teachers and
friends. While grasping for some sort of reasonable
explanation, she recounted what had happened.
The day had started out normal enough. She had gotten
up at 6:00am precisely, taken a shower and eaten, and
was dressed and ready to go by around 7:00. The bus
picked her up at 7:15, so that left some time to have a
brief phone conversation with her friend Kim.
Kim had convinced her to skip the bus and ride in to
the city with her and a few friends. "I've got a
surprise for you! I'll pick you up at your house at
7:30", Kim had said.
"But it'll take us a half hour to get to school, and
the first bell is at 8:10! What if we're late?" Jamie
argued. This was a perfectly reasonable argument, since
traffic going into the downtown area could be heavy
during rush hour, and their school was only 5 miles
from the tunnel into the city. However, as usual, Kim
was able to calm her fears and convince her that there
would be no problems.
Now, before we get any further into this story, let me
give you a little bit of background information. Jamie
is a 16 year old high school student at a small
Catholic high school just south of Pittsburgh, PA. Kim
is her best friend, and has gone to school with her
since the first grade. Kim is the older of the two at
age 17, and is a friendly, outgoing girl, while Jamie
is rather shy and quiet.
Jamie is about 5'8" tall with slightly wavy, shoulder-
length light-brown hair and a very well proportioned
body and a beautiful face, and is often seen blushing
from the constant attention she receives from the male
population of her school.
Jamie comes from a strict Catholic family that only
started to allow her to date on her 16th birthday,
which was less than a month ago; and she hasn't yet
decided who she wants to go out with. Kim, on the other
hand, is a tall blonde, almost 6 feet tall, with very
non-restrictive parents. Kim started dating at age 15,
and is not shy about her good looks; she loves to get
attention, and knows how to get what she wants from
men.
At 7:40, Kim showed up at Jamie's house. Immediately,
Jamie ran out to her friend's car and jumped in, and
almost frantically asked, "What are you DOING? We're
going to be late!"
Kim said, "Don't worry about it! That's the surprise!
We're not going to school today."
Seeing the stunned look on Jamie's face, Kim continued:
"Relax. Everything's ok. You'll never believe this, but
I actually managed to get us tickets to the sold-out
Rush show!"
"You're crazy! How are we ever going to go to a concert
downtown on a school day without getting caught?!"
Jamie said.
Kim's response was, "Remember Karen? The new
receptionist? Well, she owes a friend of mine a favor.
She told the principal that both of our parents called
in sick for us."
This didn't really surprise Jamie that much, since most
of Kim's friends were older and the new receptionist
was young, no older than 25. Still, any kind of blemish
on Jamie's perfect record would lower her chances of
getting into an Ivy-League school, and her parents
would... well... she didn't even want to think about
that.
However, they had been sitting there for several
minutes already, and there was no chance of her making
it to school on time to tell them it was a mistake; and
besides, she really did want to go to the concert. So
Jamie agreed, and the two girls hopped on I-79 and
drove towards the city.
As they crossed the bridge into the downtown area, Kim
again marveled at the beauty of the city before them;
after spending over an hour to drive from her home in
Houston to the city, they had finally come to a tunnel,
and upon exiting the tunnel, there it was. A bridge
over a river; water under them to either side; and in
front of them, huge buildings and the heart of the
downtown area.
She was shaken out of her thoughts, however, by Kim's
voice. "Hey, want to grab a bite to eat? We can go to
the McDonald's downtown."
"Well, I don't know... my mother works at the Civic
Arena, and it's less than two miles from the
McDonald's, are you sure we won't get caught?"
"Of course we won't get caught, silly. Your mother
always eats breakfast at home, why would she be there
at this hour?"
Again Kim won the argument.
At almost 9:00 in the morning, they arrived at the
McDonald's and entered. It was a neat place; a fast-
food restaurant built into a row of huge buildings in
the heart of the city. The two girls walked into the
restaurant, laughing and talking about how much fun
they were about to have. They both froze in their
tracks, however, when they saw Jamie's mother sitting
at a table up near the front drinking coffee with Kim's
mother. They were speechless. How could this happen?
Jamie's mother took over immediately. "What on earth
are you girls doing here at this hour on a school day?"
Kim tried to talk her way out of it, but neither parent
would listen to her. Finally, Jamie told them the
truth. Upon hearing of their plans to skip school,
Jamie's mother said, "You girls are old enough to know
better than to do something like this. Don't you care
at all about your education? I think the best thing for
us to do is to take you two to school right now and
explain this to Mr. Davis."
Jamie gasped and said, "No mom! I'm sorry! Please,
anything but that!"
Her mother, however, was unmoved. "I'm sorry, honey,
but that's what I have to do. Kim's father can take the
car home after work today, and I'd imagine that Kim
won't be driving it for a while after this. Then again,
I'd also imagine that she won't be sitting down at all
for a while after tonight; you certainly won't."
***
"Well?" The principal's stern voice brought Jamie back
from her thoughts, back to the serious situation she
was facing.
"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have skipped school
today."
"Apology accepted. However, I'm afraid that under
school policies, I have no alternative but to punish
you for your bad decision this morning. Because of your
past record with us, and your decision to tell us the
truth, I will not leave any record of this in our
files; however, you will be punished immediately and
severely for your actions. Since this was a special
situation, I have received your mother's written
permission to give you a paddling."
Jamie's stomach turned. She opened her mouth and almost
tried to defend herself, tried to get the principal to
change his decision; but she knew that there was
nothing she could do at this point. Mr. Davis closed
the blinds on the window behind his large metal desk
and locked his office door.
"Jamie, please step to the side of my desk and bend
over it as far as possible."
She did as she was told, shaking at this point. The
principal rolled up his sleeves and pulled a short
wooden paddle out of his bottom desk drawer. He then
stepped behind her, lifted her skirt out of the way,
and said, "You will receive ten smacks with the paddle
on your underwear, followed by fifteen on the bare.
Please count each one aloud."
It didn't take long for the paddle to land on her
bottom the first time. It felt like her rear end had
been lit on fire. She didn't believe that anybody could
swing a paddle that hard. The crack from the first hit
had sounded like a quick burst of thunder.
She grimaced and rolled up on the balls of her feet.
"O-One", she gasped. He followed with another one, just
as hard, and she again rolled up on her feet, and
whimpered, "two". And so it continued until he reached
the count of ten. After ten, he paused for a moment.
She had forgotten about the fifteen to follow, and
started to get up, but he quickly reminded her:
"Don't get up yet. Your punishment has just started.
Pull your panties down and bend back over."
"But I've been punished enough! It hurts! Please!" she
pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Jamie, but I want to make sure you'll
remember this and it will never happen again. Now,
please do as I have asked, or I'll be forced to add on
five more."
She quickly but carefully pulled her panties down to
her knees and bent back over. "Please remember to count
them out loud, Jamie," Mr. Davis reminded her.
Then he swung again.
She cried out. That one had felt like a thousand bee
stings on her bare behind! "one", she cried. The next
ten came hard and fast; she jumped a little bit after
each one, and tears were flowing down here face when he
came to number twelve. "Only four more to go, Jamie.
Please remember that I am only doing this for your own
good, and I only want you to be the best young lady
that you can be."
With that, he delivered the final four to her burning
behind.
***
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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