Brand new to the state and to this school, she was a little out of her comfort zone. She transferred from a liberal school on the West coast, to this very conservative school in the South, midway through her junior year of high school. Her dad had transferred jobs and as much as they hated for her to change schools in the middle of the year, there was no way around it. She found this school to be like a different planet and the fact that they had to wear school uniforms was only half of it. She had never been in a situation in which the teachers were referred to as “Ma’am” and “Sir” and the whole school just had a different feel than she was used to.
This was all emphasized as she looked over the desk at the stern school vice principal who was in the middle of a lecture about cell phones at school. Her phone, which she knew was not allowed at school, went off during her 4th period English class; she had forgotten to silence it. The principal was holding her phone, almost as if it was some of device sent straight from hell, and really laying into her about having it at school. He continually emphasized that this was not California, and such nonsense was not allowed in the walls of “HIS” school. The lecture seemed to drone on forever and she could not believe what a big deal he was making of it.
After a few minutes of him reading her the riot act, she finally started to just zone out. At some point in his lecture he asked her a question, but she had already let her mind wander, so she did not even realize her was actually asking her something as opposed to the endless lecture. This, along with the cell phone, infuriated him to no end. His voice became quite loud as he asked her if he was keeping her from something as he did not seem to have her attention. She just wanted him to shut up already and give her the detention she knew was probably coming. He finally told her that he knew a way to get her attention and to keep to keep it for at least a few minutes, as he opened his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a paddle and placed it on his desk in front of her.
At 1st, it did not even register with her what it was for. It did not scare her, it did not even make her nervous, and she simply was unable to process that it was a paddle for spanking. She grew up in a home where corporal punishment was never used, having not been spanked one time in her life. None of her close friends had really ever been spanked. As far as she knew, spanking did not really exist much anymore in the world, she thought it was an outdated parenting concept from the 1950’s. He certainly did not get the reaction he was looking for when he took out the paddle and just assumed she must be spanked often enough at home that a paddling was not something foreign to her. He then informed her that she would get 6 swats of the paddle for the cell phone and 4 additional swats for lack of attention in his office.
It took her several seconds before what he said sank in, and then she responded with “wait…what”? He asked her what part she did not understand. Now much more nervously, as reality began to set in, she asked him what he meant by a swat. He saw that he finally had her attention. He explained, that is what not a swat, but SWATS, that she would be receiving, but she still seemed confused. He finally broke it down into terms she could understand, “young lady, you and I will be walking to the room next door, you will bend over and grab your ankles, and I will spank your bottom 10 times with this paddle for you having a cell phone and for your lack of attention and respect in my office”. He continued, “We use corporal punishment in this school whenever it is required. Your butt will be paddled good and hard and it will teach you a lesson about cell phones in school and the proper attitude you need to be successful in this school. Do you now understand the words that I am saying”?
For the 1st time in 5 minutes, she grasped the full magnitude of the situation. She could not believe what he just said, or what it seemed was about to happen. She did not know that they could spank student in school. She once again looked at the paddle on the desk and began to tremble; now he saw the reaction he was looking for. Before she could process it any further, he stood up, grabbed the paddle, and asked her to follow him to the conference room next door. Almost on autopilot she followed him into the next room, she was having trouble processing everything that was now going on around her. They walked into the room, he told her to stand in the middle of the room, assume a wide stance, and to bend over and grab her ankles. She did not know if it was his attitude, his authoritative presence, or the wooden paddle in his hand, but she did as she was told without question. Just 5 minutes before she was hoping he would just shut up and quit talking, now she was standing before him, grabbing her ankles, with only her school uniform skirt protecting her teen bottom from what was about to happen.
She waited with her hands on her ankles as he leaned against the wall and filled out some paperwork. She tried to convince herself that it would not be that bad, but she had no frame of reference. The only spanking she had ever seen or heard of was maybe a toddler getting a smack on the diaper from mommy, the concept of an almost fully grown woman, grabbing her ankles, about to get 10 swats of a paddle from a man she had met ten minutes ago, was almost too much for her to wrap her head around. He finally set the clipboard down, picked up the paddle, and moved into position behind her. He once again told her that she would get 10 swats with the paddle. He explained that it was important to stay as still as possible and to not let her hands get in the way. He told her that the paddling would be very hard, that is going to hurt a lot, but it was best for her development and to assure her success as a student in this school. He went on to tell her that he felt that if he did his very best to make this paddling as memorable as he could for her, that it would probably be the only time she was ever in his office. He explained that he wanted her to think about this moment every time she sat for the next few days and remember that it was her behavior that caused her bottom to be so sore. He asked her if she was ready and then the paddle raised high into the air…
These scenes come from very real school paddling videos filmed for the member’s area of RealspankingsInstitute.com in which girls receive very real and very severe paddlings, strappings, and canings in full school girl uniforms.