From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Discipline At Ridge High School (Mf, spank) Date: 14 Jun 1996 13:54:01 GMT Discipline At Ridgemont High The PTA of Ridgemont High was fed up with the use of crack, pot and coke among the students. At each meeting, the teachers complained about how difficult it was to control their classes. Teen- age sex was also rampant. What were they going to do? Mrs. Stanley, the PTA president, presented a solution. "Discipline," she said sternly. "Good, old-fashioned discipline. A whack on the butt. More formalized public spankings. It worked in my day. It will work today." The teachers and the parents agreed. The town council had never passed a rule outlawing corporal punishment in the public schools. The only reason physical punishment had never been used at the high school before was because some of the parents had objected. Now, things had gone too far. The PTA took a vote. Sixty-six out of seventy members for, three against, one abstention. It was agreed that a behavior code and list of punishments would be posted for the students. The next morning, students giggled in disbelief as they read the following notice posted on each home room bulletin board and in every hall: The students of Ridgemont High School have been granted the right and privilege of a free, public education by the laws of the United States. Any student who interferes with any other student's right to that education, whether through an act of negligence or malice, has trespassed against his or her fellow student's rights and against the rights of the entire student body and faculty. Consequently, that student shall be punished. Punishments are described below. Infractions not listed will be handled at the discretion of the observing teacher. Any teacher shall have the right to punish any student in any manner set forth below. No student shall have the right to appeal a teacher's decision as to time, place, nature or degree of punishment. Talking in class Number 1 Arriving late to class Number 1 Failure to complete homework Number 1 Excessive absences Number 2 Improper dress Number 2 Failing a test Number 2 Cursing Number 2 Smoking Number 2 Rudeness to teachers Number 3 Fighting Number 3 Using or possessing drugs Number 4 Improper sexual conduct Number 4 Stealing Number 4 * Recurrent offenses will result in increased penalties. ** Students are required to count off each punishment. *** Students must hold still or they will be restrained or take the punishment again, at the teacher's discretion. 25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in front of class where infraction occurred. Spanks administered on skin covered by panties or undershorts. 25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in front of class, or students before which infraction occurred. Spanks administered on bare skin. 25 spank administered with rough, rubber-faced ping- pong paddle in front of class or other students before which infraction occurred. Spanks administered on bare skin. 25 swats administered with bamboo cane or leather covered riding crop, in special after- school punishment forum, on bare skin. 50 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum. 50 spanks administered with rough, rubber-faced ping pong-paddle on bare skin in special after- school punishment forum. 25 swats administered with bamboo cane on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum. 25 swats administered with leather covered riding crop on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum. "If you ask me, it's just bullshit," Johnnie Davis announced to the gang of kids surrounding him. Johnnie was their leader. The school tough guy. A kind of a hero. "We'll see about that, Mr. big shot," his home room teacher, Mr. Stryker yelled gleefully, as he came up behind him. "Everyone here is a witness, and accordingly, is entitled to witness John's punishment. John, you were cursing. That's punishment Number Two. Will you please read that to your friends, so they know exactly what kind of a show they're in for." "You must be out of your mind, Stryker," Johnnie said sarcastically. He turned to go, but Mr. Stryker grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "Ah HA!" his teacher yelled triumphantly. "Rudeness to teachers! Punishment Number Three! Want to stop here, John?" "Bullshit!" Johnnie cried again, as he marched out the high school's entrance. "I'll see you in Never-Never Land, bozo!" Mr. Stryker looked calmly at the students. "He won't be back until he agrees to take his punishment, which by now is adding up and compounding - concepts you've learned in mathematics. He may think he's a big man, but he'll be back. He wants to play in the big game on next month." Stryker walked into his home room and waited for the bell. It rang and two minutes later, little Emily Farmer timidly came in. "That's a big Number One for you, young lady," he told her. "Go to your seat. We'll break fifteen minutes early,class, I'd like all of you to stay and witness Emily's punishment. After all, she's wasted everyone's time by arriving late this morning." The period dragged on and on. Poor Emily was terrified. She hadn't been spanked since she was a child of seven or eight, and then it had been over her mother's knee, not by a man she hardly knew in front of twenty-two of her closest friends. She'd have to see these kids again everyday for the whole year. Fifteen minutes before the bell was about to ring, Mr. Stryker announced: "Now, class, it's time for something even more instructive than our history lesson." He opened his desk drawer and removed a smooth, black leather ping-pong paddle. He held it in one hand and slapped it smartly against the palm of the other so that it made a loud smacking sound. "Emily Farmer will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behavior is any indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of this." The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than little Emily, who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears. "Emily Farmer," Mr. Stryker said. "Come up to the front of the room." She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs. "What have you got to say to me and to the class?" "I don't know, Sir." "Apologize!" he commanded. "I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered. "Say, 'I'm sorry for coming in late.'" "I'm sorry for coming in late." "Say it to the class. Face the class, Emily." Emily turned towards her classmates. Her face was bright red. "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," she said quietly. "Say it louder, Emily. We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a while you're going to be very sorry." "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," Emily said distinctly and took a deep breath. "Now class, and Emily," Mr. Stryker said. "The Code requires all students to count out the number of spanks they deserve. Because you have come in late, Emily, you deserve twenty-five. You will be spanked over your panties. Should you come in late again, at any time during the current semester, you will receive twenty-five spanks on your bare skin. In this very classroom, in front of all your classmates. However, for now, that will not be necessary." Emily had turned white and was beginning to tremble. "Turn around and face my desk, Emily." She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr. Stryker approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge." Emily did as she was ordered. Mr. Stryker waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back. In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of tiny red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he said. "Begin to count after each stroke, Emily." With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whoshed through the air and landed in the middle of Emily's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with he impact. "One," she said meekly. "It will have to be louder if you want it to count, Emily," Mr. Stryker said. He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball. "Ow! Oh, Mr. Stryker!" Emily cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two." "We can dispense with the commentary," Mr. Stryker said as he let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock. "Three," Emily shouted as the pain rippled through her. A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at Ridgemont High and any one of them could be next. Mr. Stryker brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on her left buttock. This time Emily gasped. "Four!" she cried. Now Mr. Stryker began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, center, and the next, center, left, right. Emily was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain. However, Mr. Stryker waited for Emily to count the correct number after each blow. When they reached number thirteen, he put all his force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands. "Please, Sir, please. I'll do anything. Please stop. Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears. "Compose yourself, Emily," Mr. Stryker said calmly. "We're only half through." Almost everyone in the class was moved to pity for poor Emily who'd been so brave until that moment. "I can see I'm going to need assistance," Stryker announced. "The Code says that students must remain still or repeat the punishment," "Oh nooooo, Sir," Emily begged. "... or," Stryker continued, "be restrained. In this case, since it is only Emily's first infraction, she will be restrained. Janet come up here and help." Janet, a tall, strong girl, walked up to the front of the room. "You are to hold Emily's arms against the desk as I proceed with her punishment," Mr. Stryker instructed. Janet nodded. Emily stood in front of the class, rubbing her behind and stared imploringly at her teacher. "Bend over my desk, Emily," Mr. Stryker commanded again. Emily hesitated. "Now, Emily! Or, we will begin at number one." Emily jumped forwards and assumed the correct position. Mr. Stryker raised her skirt. "Janet, secure her arms." Janet walked behind the desk and pinned Emily's wrists against the edge of the desk. "What number are we up to, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked. "Fourteen, Sir," Emily answered meekly. "We're up to number fourteen." Mr. Stryker drew back his arm and let the paddle land with a mighty thwack. Emily cried out in pain and indignation. "Fourteen!" she yelled. Mr. Stryker applied spanks fifteen, sixteen, seventeen and eighteen in rapid succession. He put his full body weight into each spank and carefully aimed them to land on the same spot in the center of Emily's already scorched bottom. Emily squirmed and shrieked after each blow. As she counted out each stroke, she desperately tried to free herself from Janet's grip. Janet had to work pretty hard to keep her on the desk, but she managed it. "Luckily, for you, Emily, you continued to count properly after I picked up my pace," Mr. Stryker said approvingly. "What number is next?" "Nineteen, sir," Emily stammered weakly. "Speak up, girl!" Mr. Stryker commanded and landed an extremely wicked blow in the center of her throbbing and tender behind. Emily screamed and began to cry loudly. "Nineteen!" she counted in a voice wracked by choking sobs. Again, she began begging Mr. Stryker to stop. "Compose yourself, Emily," her teacher ordered. "I want you to remember the final five spanks in your punishment. I'm going to administer them slowly and firmly. You will request each one. I want your full cooperation. Begin." The room was silent except for Emily's sobs. Mr. Stryker placed the paddle against her burning bottom. "I'm waiting, Emily," he said. "Please give me spank number twenty," Emily whimpered. Mr. Stryker let go with a particularly vicious smack. He put all his weight into it and it landed with a resounding whack. "Owwwwww!" Emily wailed. "Owwwwwww." "The number, Emily," Stryker said harshly. "Twenty," Emily sobbed. "Next." For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of Emily's childish blubbering as Mr. Stryker waited for her to continue. "We are waiting, Emily. Shall we begin at the beginning?" This horrible thought moved her. "Please give me spank number twenty-one," the punished child said through her tears. This spank was harder than the last and Emily screamed like a cat in the night, but, she didn't forget to count "twenty-one." Hoping to get it over she yelled, "Please give me spank number twenty-two!" She held her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke. Mr. Stryker took his time, however. When the blow finally landed, it took her by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk. Janet lost control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose. "Hold her still, Janet," Mr. Stryker warned. "I'm sorry, Sir," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy for the tormented girl and didn't enjoy participating in her punishment, she clutched Emily's wrists all the more firmly so that her battered butt remained the perfect, helpless target for Mr. Stryker's relentless brand of discipline. All the while, Emily's sobs echoed through the room. She must have been so overwhelmed by her suffering, that she forgot Mr. Stryker's instructions to count. Mr. Stryker grew impatient. "Number, Emily!" he said harshly. "I don't know, Sir," Emily bawled. "I forgot, Sir. Oh pleeeeeease, Sir! Pleeeeeease don't hit me all those times again. Was it twenty-one, Sir? twenty-two, Sir? Twenty-three? I forgot," she wailed. "Pleeeeeease... ," and her voice broke on her tears and stammers. Mr. Stryker turned to face the class as Emily's tears soaked the papers on his desk. "According to the Code," he announced, "students are required to count each spank. Emily has failed. Therefore, it is up to the discretion of the teacher to decide which on the proper remedy." He looked at the terrified class sternly. "We shall take a vote, class," he said. "Emily has offended us all. She has interfered with your education today by coming in late. She is receiving a well- deserved punishment for violating your Constitutional rights and, although she is only receiving Punishment Number One, she is making quite a fuss. So, I leave it to you, class. I intend to apply the specified number of spanks to her tardy bottom. And, she shall count them all. However, should she be further punished for losing count? Can her punishment work, if she isn't concentrating properly? "All in favor of Emily receiving additional spanks, raise your hands." Three out of twenty-two right hands went up. "An interesting number," Stryker said. "It looks like mercy, Emily. Only three of your classmates are so deeply offended that they feel you should receive further punishment. Interesting because we had just administered to number twenty-two. "That's right, Emily, only three spanks left. And, only three classmates who feel you deserve more. The solution is simple. Each of these students will give you an additional spank. That should satisfy everyone. "You are to keep looking straight down at the floor behind my desk. You shall never know which of your classmates has spanked you. You shall simply remember that any one of them could have. By watching your spanking, all of us have approved your punishment." As her teacher talked, Emily felt as if her bottom was on fire. She didn't know how she'd be able to take the final three spanks on her tender and bruised skin. She didn't care which of her classmates would spank her. She just wanted it to be over. Afterward, she'd probably be embarrassed, but now all she cared about was getting to the end of her horrible punishment. The break enabled her to regain some of her control. She was unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes or the searing pain in her bottom, but with a concentrated effort, she was able to stop gasping and making dreadful little moaning sounds. She tried to resign herself to the punishment that was yet to come. Mr. Stryker gestured to one of the students who had voted for additional spanks. He was a sandy haired boy who had always liked Emily. But, because she had never taken him seriously, he had enjoyed her punishment more than the others in the room. He stepped forward and took the paddle from Mr. Stryker. Now, he thought, he'd finally be able to make an impression. Mr. Stryker said to Emily, "I want you to understand, Emily that you have offended this entire class by your inconsiderate tardiness. Therefore, before each of your classmates personally punishes today, you are to say, 'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me.' Is that clear, Emily." "Yes, Sir," Emily answered. "Do you know why, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked. "Because I have offended the entire class," Emily stammered. Despite her pain and fear of more torment to come, she was deeply embarrassed by having to make this admission. She had never felt so totally humiliated in her entire life. "That's right, Emily. Perhaps, with your classmate's chastisement, you will learn. Do you deserve your punishment, Emily?" "Yes, Sir," Emily answered automatically. Punished teenagers have no choice. "I have offended the entire class. I should be punished, Sir." She spoke as loudly as her tears would permit. And, though part of her rebelled at her punishment, another part was beginning to wonder if it might not be well-deserved. She hadn't given a thought to interrupting the class when she strolled in late this morning. True, she was only two minutes late, but it could just as easily have been five or even ten minutes. If her fellow students were willing to punish her for this infraction, she must deserve it. She was confused by her embarrassment and her pain and she was also very sorry she ever came in late. Mr. Stryker interrupted her speculations. "The first of your classmates is ready to help correct you for your misdeeds. Do as instructed, and request your punishment." Emily shut her tear-filled eyes and repeated, "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me." She spoke timidly and tried to prepare for the spank. She didn't know how hard her classmate would hit. The blow came suddenly. It was not as hard as her teacher's, but it brought fresh tears to her eyes nonetheless. Any touch on her burning, sensitive skin would make her cry for quite a while. Mr. Stryker took the paddle and the sandy haired boy sat down. "Thank the class, Emily," Mr. Stryker said. "If you don't thank the class for your last spanks, we will start over again at one. And, please, remember to count." Emily's crying was nonstop now. In spite of it, she said, "Twenty-three," quite loudly. Then she said, "Thank you, class," and waited for the final two spanks. "Next," Mr. Stryker called. He pointed to a smug looking girl in a pink dress. She had disliked Emily because of the sandy haired boy. She'd always thought he was awesome, but once he noticed Emily, he never paid any attention to her. Now she would pay Emily back. She took the paddle from Mr. Stryker and waited for Emily to speak. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," Emily said automatically through her sobs. The girl grimaced and swung the hard, leather covered wooden paddle as hard as she could. The blow was so fierce it pushed Emily's head forward into Janet's belly. "Awwwwwoooooooo!" Emily cried out. "Awwwwwwwoooooooo!" She began bawling uncontrollably. Satisfied, the girl in the pink dress smiled and handed Mr. Stryker the paddle. It was a full two minutes before Emily remembered or was able to say "Thank you, class." And, when she pronounced these words, they were hardly intelligible. Just three high-pitched squeaks muffled by violent whimpering and weeping. "Now, Emily, you have one final spank left," Mr. Stryker said. "Just one more - this time. Next time you are late, you will receive Punishment Number Two. That is twenty-five spanks on your bare bottom before the entire class. And, because it will be your second offense, I shall not be so lenient with you if you forget to count. "Do you realize you just forgot to count twenty-four?" "Twenty-four, Sir!" Emily shrieked. "Oh, please, Sir, twenty- four!" "I'm afraid it's too late now Emily. After the rest of the class is dismissed, I'll tell you what additional punishment will be necessary to make up for your lack of concentration. Now, we will complete this part of your punishment." Emily was in an agony of panic. She wanted to run form the room, but Janet held her fast to the desk. She still had one spank left and then she'd be alone with Mr. Stryker. What would he do to her? She almost wished he'd give her another twenty-five spanks now, anything to avoid being at his mercy with no one there to help. She trembled and cowered, completely helpless and at his mercy, stretched out across his desk. "What have you got to say, now, Emily?" Mr. Stryker asked. She was confused. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she sobbed quickly, hoping it was the right thing to say. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she said again. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me." "All right, Emily, we understand that you're sincerely sorry." Mr. Stryker called up the third student who had voted "yes." It was another girl. A girl who had always hated Emily for having prettier clothes and a richer family. Now, it was her turn for revenge. She took the paddle from Mr. Stryker. She was a good ping-pong player and used to the feel of the paddle. Ping-pong usually depends on either strength or finesse. This girl knew how to combine both in one stroke. She knew how to hit the ball with a maximum amount of impact to create the maximum amount of spin. She judged that this technique, applied to an already sore and swollen bottom, would cause the maximum amount of pain. Although she wouldn't win any points with this next stroke, it was going to be her masterpiece. She positioned herself as if she were about to play the Communist Chinese. Emily's backside was in exactly the right place for the best shot. She concentrated and let the energy flow up through her body from her feet, to her arm into the paddle. She breathed deeply and struck. The class was not prepared for what happened. Emily howled and shrieked in complete, total and overwhelming pain. It was a long drawn-out sound, a cross between a high-pitched screech and a deep-throated groan. It lasted a full twenty seconds. Then her body began to flail frantically about on the desk. Janet held fast to her arms. They rose and fell in a vain attempt to let her hands get to her bruised and battered buttocks. Her feet kicked and danced helplessly on the floor in front of Mr. Stryker's desk. Slowly, the howl dissolved into convulsive sobs. The top of Emily's body went limp. Janet remained holding her arms in place as Emily swung her ass to and fro in front of the class. Her sounds and agonized movements didn't stop for four minutes. At that point, the sobs turned to little stifled chokes. "Emily, you have not thanked the class for your last spank," Mr. Stryker said. "We must follow the Code." Somewhere inside her, Emily remembered she hadn't counted twenty-five either. "Twenty-five!" she yelled and burst into a fresh stream of tears. Mr. Stryker looked at his watch. "That's enough for today, class," he announced. "Emily," he said sternly, "Janet will let go of your hands now. You are to stand up, face the class, say, "Thank you class. Thank you for spanking me." You are not to touch your bottom with your hands. You are to remain after the class is dismissed." Janet let go of Emily's hands. Emily slowly lifted her limp body off the desk. She was still wracked by sobs. She put her hands at her sides and slowly turned around. Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at her classmates, three of whom had just mercilessly spanked her, one of whom had spanked her so hard it had almost killed her, and dissolved in tears. She looked at the class, and summoning all her strength said, "Th... Th... Tha... Thank... y... y... y... y... you... cl... cl... class. Thank you f... fo... for... sp... She immediately burst into convulsive sobs as, one by one, the class filed out. Stryker remained behind. "Are you thankful, Emily?" he asked her. "You know, it was for your own good." Emily was too overwhelmed to speak. "Perhaps you need to think about it?" he asked. "Very well. You may miss your next class. You are to remain here. Stand in the corner by the blackboard while I prepare for my next class. You are not to touch your bottom. It is supposed to hurt. You will have the opportunity in the next forty-five minutes to decide if you really are thankful for your lesson today. I wager it will be a lesson you won't soon forget. Go on." Emily hobbled over to the corner and stood facing the wall. Although she needed to very badly, she did not try to soothe her tender buttocks with her hands. She could not stop her tears and kept wondering what the rest of her punishment would be. The waiting was agonizing. After fifteen minutes, Mr. Stryker spoke. "We teachers have some discretion, as you know, on punishment administration. Your punishment is not over, Emily, because you failed to count two spanks, the twenty-fourth and the twenty-fifth. If you don't count, how do we know that you're concentrating on your punishment?. Day dreaming is a big problem among teenagers. It is completely unacceptable during punishment, when we need your complete attention." Emily's body stiffened as she stood facing the wall. "Turn around, Emily," Mr. Stryker commanded. The student obeyed. Her tear- streaked face silently implored him to show pity. "I want to see the look on your face when I explain the rest of your punishment," her teacher said. "I imagine you will find it hard to sit down for a while, Emily. A good week I would judge after the force of that last blow. What a wallop! "Let's see if your bottom has reached 'Acceptable Punishment Status,' young lady,." Mr. Stryker said. " You know, if I find your butt is not punished enough, we'll have to take appropriate action. According to my Punishment Chart, acceptable colors after Punishment Number One are pink, red, purple, green, yellow and blue. Let's have a look." Emily shivered and stared at her teacher in disbelief. "Get on your hands and knees, Emily and raise your bottom in the air." Too terrified to disobey, Emily got down on her hands and knees and presented her punished butt for inspection. "Raise your skirts and lower your panties," Mr. Stryker ordered. With trembling hands and renewed sobs, Emily lifted her skirt out of the way and lowered her panties to her knees. The cool air felt good on her burning hot bum. Mr. Stryker remained studying the effects of the punishment for quite a while. Finally, he said, "Yes, you've been sufficiently spanked. Your bottom is pink and red with a touch of purple and blue. I suppose the green and yellow will come later, when your bruises start to fade. I'll want to get Mrs. Connor in to inspect this too, so you'll have to wait like that until the next period." Emily remained in this undignified position and continued to cry like a baby. She was unable to control herself at all and made no effort to stop. Finally, Mr. Striker told her the rest of her punishment. "Despite the condition of your tender behind, you must attend all your classes, Emily. Today, you must report to your next class immediately after inspection by Mrs. Connor. You will stand at the back of the room during today's classes, so that all your classmates will know you have been punished. "Starting tomorrow, however, you may not stand. You must sit in all classes no matter how much your bottom hurts, and judging by the look of it, it will hurt a lot for quite some time. In addition, you may not wear any foam rubber or any other type of padding to protect you. Your teachers will make sure you don't by a series of periodic inspections. And, I warn you, young lady, if you are caught trying to protect that tender behind of yours, you will be making matters worse... much worse." Emily remained on the floor, on her hands and knees, with her well-punished bottom raised in the air as Mr. Stryker lectured her. "I don't want you to think of this as an additional punishment, Emily," Mr. Stryker said. "You are to think of it as an extension of this one. I am concerned that you were not paying attention throughout your punishment this morning. I want to give you further opportunities to think about your lesson, Emily, to make sure it's been well learned. "Now," he said, "you are to remain in that position until Mrs. Connor comes round for your inspection."