This is a 100% true story (as I remember it) so it is not a flashy as a made up one. The names of people and places are changed so no one I went to school will know it is about me. (I hope)

1)        First Meeting

       It was 1988, my freshmen year of high school and thought I was smart enough to goof off most of the time. It was now march after a year off pissing off teachers and the like around the school. I wasn’t a bad kid, just bad enough to be a nuisance. This day I was sent to the vice principles office after talking back to my English teacher again about homework.

       I sat in the chair outside Mr. Green’s office waiting to be told to go in and get the usual riot act I had been getting all year when I wasn’t being a model student. Imagine the surprise when I heard a woman’s voice bark my name from behind the door. I opened the door and saw an attractive woman in her 30’s wearing a white turtle neck sweater and long brown skirt standing behind Mr. Green’s desk. I had a puzzling look on my face while I looked around for Mr. Green both inside and glancing outside the door for him. She seemed in affected by my confusion and she began to speak.

       “Mr. Samio, sit down.” She said sternly. I did as she commanded and sat in the left of two chairs in front of the desk. “I can see the confusion on your face you I’ll tell you, I am Miss Davis. Mr. Green is taking the rest of the year off do to his wife having an illness. I have been transferred from East High to cover his position till his return next year.” I knew of East High, it was on the rougher side of the city. A school of lot more serious problems with the students then what happened in our school. She walked from around the desk slowly strolled behind me as she continued I could hear the clink of her heeled shoes hit the floor. “I hear you’ve been having problems following school rules.”

       I looked down at the floor,” yes.” mumbled from my lips. The ‘I am sorry, I feel Bad about it’ usually works on new people I am in trouble with.

       “Yes Ma’am.” She barked at me lifting my chin forcing me to look at her.

       “Yes Ma’am” I quickly answered, she looked really pissed. She let go on me and then suddenly she smiled walked back to the chair behind the desk and sat down. (that hurt)

       “Since this is my first day here I am going to be nice, 2 days after school detention.” She said while writing on a slip. “Now, give this to one of the ladies in the main office and then get your next class they will give you a pass too.”

I was glad that she was just talking tough and let me off without calling my mom or anything.

2) Hatching the Plan

       I did pretty good that week and stayed out of trouble for the most part. By out of trouble I mean not sent to anyone just the regular sit up, pay attention, where is your homework, stuff like that. That was until I got into an augment with my math teacher Mrs. Brown and I called her a bimbo. Right after I said it I was ‘oh shit’ ‘me is dead’. She didn’t say a word after that she filled out the referral to the office slip I had gotten a hundred times and pointed at the door. I try to apologize but she stamped her foot down and pointed at the door again. I slowly left the class and headed to the office.

       When I arrived I was told to sit in that now famous chair of perpetual waiting for Miss Davis. I hoped it would go a good as it did the last time.

       She saw me from down the hallway waiting for her and I the look in her eye made me very nervous. For some reason the butterflies in my stomach were the size of pigeons. She came over and held her hand out for the paper in my hand. I handed it to her and she opened the door and motioned with her hand for me to enter with a twist of her wrist.

       “Mr. Samio, back again and so soon.” I didn’t think of it as soon. I did make it a whole week. “I have gone though your file and was shocked to see its size was one of the biggest in the school.” She was looking through her desk.

“Here it is. I also noticed that you have been had In-School Suspension(ISS) twice this year.” In school suspension is when you get marked as suspended but you come to school and sit in a room with no windows doing that the work you would had done if you were in class. It sucked.

“So, Detentions don’t work. ISS doesn’t faze you what’s next?”

       I wasn’t sure what she wanted she obviously was waiting for an answer. I looked around the room trying to not make eye contact with her stalling. Maybe she will come up with something. Maybe she will get bored and leave. Then I noticed something new on the wall behind her desk. Three wooden paddles in varying sizes and a thin cane all hanging there held up by nails.

       Don’t look at them I told myself. But I did again. The smallest of them had the words “Board of Education” written on it.

       “Do you like my new motivational tools for the office?” she asked with a smirk on her face. “Of course I can not use them in this state without written permission from a parent. But, they do look lovely up there don’t they?” that’s it, my way out of this. I’ll suggest that I get a spanking and then I have to take a note home. My mom doesn’t believe in spankings she’ll never sign it and I’ll be home free… maybe.

       I swallowed hard and looked at the floor and mumbled the words of my new beautiful plan. “Maybe that is what I need ma’am.” (Pause for effect.) “I mean you said it yourself the school has tried everything else. Maybe that will as you put it motivate me to improve.”

       

       She turned her head sideways slightly and looked at me with her eyes. “You think so huh. (she paused for effect) Fine then.” She opened her desk and fiddled with some papers then pulled one out and handed it to me. “Have your mother or father sign this and bring it back tomorrow. As a suggestion you should wear boxer shorts for your underwear. Male students find that a little less embarrassing for them seeing as I am a woman.”

       I folded the paper and she told me to leave at the bell which was only a couple of minutes later.

3)        Plan Executed (sort of)

This was perfect, my mom had no idea I got into trouble again and a few hours at the end of the school day I will hand Miss Davis this note here in my pocket and say that my…mom… said…n….

I looked at the note she gave me for the first time (Stupid I should had read it her office). There was yes (or) no to the corporal punishment and if no then a parent/ teacher conference is required. Plus, no matter how it was filled out it had to be signed. Panic struck; if I turn this in with nothing then my situation will only get worse. If I mark no to spanking then my mom will find out that I forged her signature to turn the paper in. I broke out in a sweat. I thought for a few minutes in that I had never had a spanking of any kind before but how bad can be I thought. People have had spankings for thousands of years. Yea I can do this. I was back in control, sort of. It was not the original plan. Nor was it a good plan, but at least my mom doesn’t know about this note and she is not coming to the school. I signed her name as well as I could for a person as nervous as I was and checked the line yes that said, “After school detention including corporal punishment administered by a school faculty member.”

GULP… (What had I gotten myself into?)

When school ended I walked slowly towards the Miss Davis’ office knowing that my butt was about to be ablaze. I finally reached it and knocked on the door. I heard her say enter. I swallowed hard and opened the door and when in.

Whoa, she was standing in front of her desk wearing a black leather dress down to her knees that showed a good portion of the tops of her breasts and shoes that had to have a least a 4 inch heels. Her arms were crossed and she looked like she was ready to tear into my ass. I looked at the floor holding the folded and forged paper in my hand. She took it and opened it and then put in on the desk.

“Ok, take off your clothes down to your underwear and then kneel in the center of the room facing the door until I call you to the desk.” Oh shit, in my plan I wasn’t going to need to get the spanking so I wore my regular briefs. I didn’t move, just looked around with my eyes keeping my head down at the floor. “NOW!” I stood up afraid to piss her off any more. I took off my shoes and socks then my shirt. I exhaled and unbuttoned my jeans. She watched the whole time, a small smile on her face and a line of sweat coming down her brow. (Maybe this was all new for her too)

I finished putting my clothes into pile on the chair and kneeled as instructed in the center of the room. She then told me to put my hands on top of my head and to move my knees far apart which I did. I am glad that she have me facing away from her because I started to get a hard on but at the time I didn’t know why.

       She made me stay that way for a half an hour sweating out the thoughts of what was coming eventually the hard on went away (thank god). Then finally she told me to get up off the floor and stand three feet in front of her desk with my legs shoulder length apart.

       “Place your hands on the desk” I bent over and did what she said. My bottom now tensed up knowing what was about to happen. She went to the wall and took down the medium sided rectangular shaped paddle with six or eight holes in it. She got behind me on my left side. I felt the pressure of the wood on my butt for a second then it was taken away. “You will count each one. Then you will thank me for it and ask for next one!” she said softly but somehow it seemed strong at the same time then…

WHACK !!!

I couldn’t move my whole body hurt not just my butt. My mouth moved open and closed in a strange slow motion convulsion. Slowly I started to breath again and then I opened my eyes.

       “Miss…(inhale/exhale ) Davis…. I changed….(pant pant) My mind… I can’t… do this….”

       Her answer was not comforting. “Too bad this is what you are getting. Now since you did not follow my instructions that one will not count we shall start again.”

A short pause and WHACK !!!

Again I lost the ability to do anything however my legs twitched for a few seconds and I almost started to cry. (this was not good) I stayed like that not doing any thing for about 30 seconds.

       “Mr. Samio, your lack of respect for this lesson has forced me to take further measures to get through to you.” She walked behind her desk.

       I managed to get out, “One ma’am, Ttttt tthank you ma’am can I have number 2 ppplease.”

       “Too late”, she put that paddle back on the wall and got the large round one with a good dozen holes in it. She came back around behind me and started to pull my underwear down just below my butt.

       “Whoa… what are you doing???” a said looking at her worriedly.

       “Teaching you I am in charge here. Since you can not follow instructions you will receive a harsher punishment, with double the power and without underwear for protection. Since you have demonstrated that you can not follow directions you do not have to say anything for you are going to cry for me and learn this very painful lesson you have earned. And when I am done with you, you will have lost the ability to sit but gained respect for this institution.”

       With that she raised the paddle high into the air with both hands and brought it down hard and fast making a loud WWWHOOOSH sound.

SSSHHHHHHHMMMAMMAAACCKKKKK…AACCKK….ACK….ack. the sounded echoed though the room. But didn’t notice at the time because I was screaming from the pain. She didn’t seem to care and continued.

WWWHHOOOSH…..     SSSMMMMAACKKK

WWWWHHOSSSHH…    SSSSMMMAACCKK

WWWWWHHHOOSSH…    SSSMMMMACCKKK

Tears rolled down my face and I was crying out loud. I used everything I had not move or do anything that could make her any madder at me.

WWWWWHHHOOSH…    SSSMMMMAACCKKKK

WWWHHHHOOSSS…   SSSSMMMMAAAACCCKKK

The door to her office flung open. Through my tear filled eyes I saw Principle Walters. (YES, He will save me.)

To my surprise the only thing out of his mouth was “Do you was authorization for this Miss Davis?”

She leaned over and grabbed the paper on the desk with the forged signature. “Yep, right here.”

He shrugged and said” OK carry on. Sorry to disturb you.” closed the door and left.

(SHIT)

WWWWHHHHOOSS…   SSSSSMMMMAAACCCCKKK

“PLLEASE… STOP” I cried out. I guess she decided to pretend not to hear me.

WWWHOOOSSH…  SSSSMMMAAACCCKKK

“I’LL BE GOOD….. PLEASE !!!!!”

WWWHHOOOOSSH…  SSSSSSSMMMMMAAAACCCCKKK

I was panting and crying so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

       “Understand this you naughty young man. Now that I have the permission to punish you when need it. You can be sure that I will take every opportunity you present me with to drive whatever lesson you don’t seem to grasp into you. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

       “Y..YY.ye….yesss…. Ma’am.” I managed to get out through the tears.

WWWWWWWHHHHHOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH…………..

SSSSHHHHHAACCKKKKKK AAACKK….. AACCKK….ACK…ack….

       “Now, stand up, get in that corner over there. Hands on your head again with your underwear right were it is until I tell you to get dressed.”

“Yyyesss ma’am” I did as she commanded and for the next few minutes I couldn’t stop crying. I guess it was some kind of a forced reaction to crying so intently during the paddling.

About 5 minutes before the late bus was to come she had me get dressed and leave to go home. It did hurt to sit but I was able to do so. But at least it was over. I got home a few minutes before my mom got back from work.

4)        Time Catching up With Me

About a week had past and I was trying my best to be good. I even did my homework for a change when on Tuesday I got a note in homeroom from Miss Davis.

Please see me immediately

after homeroom in my office.

                                              Miss Davis

Oh Shit, I am Dead. Well, maybe not it does say please. Maybe she wants to congratulate me on the better behavior. (Yea yea that’s it. Keep telling yourself that.)

       I did as the note commanded and went to “her” office with Mr. Green’s name still on the door and knocked on it.

       “Enter” was the only word I heard. I went in. Ut-Oh.

       I came in and sat down in the left chair again and looked at my feet.

       “Yesterday I was putting this personal note about your improvement since your ‘lesson’ last week when I noticed something the signature from your mother doesn’t look the others from before can you explain this to me?”

       This was obviously a loaded question. She just wanted to make me sweat. I said nothing and shrugged my shoulders. Nothing I could say was going to help me.

       “Nothing? Fine then I will call your mother and she can come to the school. You are suspended and after I finish the paperwork for it you are going to be expelled from this school.” She said and started to pick up the phone.

       “WAIT !!!” I quickly leaned over and put my finger on the phone canceling her call half way through the number dialing. “there has to be some way to work something out.” Think… but…what… what… what… “Who knows about this yet?”

       

       “No one yet I wanted to talk to your mother before I started everything.”

       “OK….” (What am I doing?) “Ok…. Maybe we can not do anything about…”

       “I don’t understand?” She said to me still holding the phone.

       “If you hadn’t figured it out then things would have been fine right? Plus, what if my mom gets pissed and tries to take your job away” (bluff) “We can do this. We continue forward. You said it yourself I am doing better maybe this is what I need to stay on track.” (Yea, keep on digging, like this hole is not deep enough) She put the phone down on the receiver. That’s a start.

       

       “I mean I would rather get a sore butt when I mess up then get expelled. I am sure you would rather give me one then risking this whole situation going sour and you end up getting in trouble with the school maybe even the police.” (I am laying it on thick now.) “So, we set up some rules for me to follow. I do them or you punish me. If the forgery is discovered then you can deny any knowledge that it was one.”

       She sat there look at the papers on her desk not saying anything for quite some time. I took it as a good sign in that she was thinking about it rather then pick up the phone again. “Fine, today I will write up the rules for you and the punishments that I will give you for failing in any of them.” She thought again for a while. “I will give you report forms that you will give to your teachers on Monday of each week and you will collect them on Friday and give them to me after school. Every Friday you will be ready to pay for anything that you had done that week. Plus, if you get sent to the office by a teacher you will receive this.” She got up and took the cane off the wall and swung it in the air making a swoosh sound.

       “Now, what kind of punishment are you going have for forging this note?”        

       “I guess nothing is not that answer you looking for huh?” I tried to smile.

       “No, it is not” she put the cane back on the wall. “You need to get to class. I expect an appropriate punishment suggestion from you fifth period. You are dismissed, go.”

       For the next couple of hours I tried to think of what to do. I know she was looking for something that would make my butt hurt. But, I also didn’t want to endure the paddling I had last time.

       It wasn’t until math class that I figured out the answer. Mrs. Brown my math teacher. It was the name I called her that started this whole thing. I can ask her to administer a spanking. She is a small woman she couldn’t possibly spank as hard as Miss Davis.

       After class I went up to her desk Mrs. Brown looked up at me when I was close to her and said. ”Miss Davis told me that she made you a very sorry little boy for what you said to me. Is that a correct assessment? Are you ‘very sorry’?” I could tell she was asking just to make me feel worse about it.

       “I am very sorry Ma’am. I learn a valuable lesson and that in part is why I came up to speak to you.” (Were we go again with a brilliant plan.) “I would like to make it up to you in a kind of unusual way.”

       “How is that?” she seemed interested in what I was about to ask like she already knew what it was going to be.

       “I have a special arrangement with Miss Davis and as a symbol of my sorrowfulness you would like…” (gulp) “to ask you to spank me in Miss Davis’ office after school.” (There I said it…now say no)

       “is this part of the punishment she assign to you for what you said to me?”

       “No Ma’am, I just think that I deserve a child like spanking for the child like behavior I have displayed in your class.” (what??)

       She sat there for a moment then the Bell to mark me being late for 5th period rang and now I was late to meet Miss Davis (great). “OK, after school in her office. I will do it.” (She was supposed to say no. Why is everyone on the spank me bandwagon.)

“Could you do me a favor? Don’t talk to Miss Davis about this yet. I want to tell her that it was my idea.” She agreed that would be ok.

       I went back to Miss Davis and she was waiting at the door for me.

       “Miss Davis, before you get mad please listen.” She did. “I talked to Mrs. Brown and I apologized to her and I asked her to come and administer the spanking I deserve for the paper. Is that more what you had in mind?” (please be good enough)

       “Even better then I expected. Well done, I think you are finally taking something seriously in this school.  I am glad.” (At least that makes one of us)

       5) Her Sweet Reprisal

       The final bell for the day rang and everyone headed to the busses, well everyone except me that is. I walked to the now ‘office of pain’. Once there I knocked on the door. And again I got the cold “Enter” command.

       Inside they both were there. Miss Davis was sitting behind her desk and Mrs. Brown was sitting in my normal left side chair. Oh well the right one works too I guess. I sat down and tried to look not worried. I doubt it worked.

       Miss Davis spoke. “We have already been talking and she understands what she can and can not do so.” She stood up. “I will leave you two alone for a while have fun. (very funny)

       As soon as she left and closed the door Mrs. Brown stood up and grabbed my ear. “Owwww”

       “Boy-o-boy you are in for it little boy. Yea I think I will call you that you act like a little boy and now you will be spanked like one.” (Who is this woman? She is obviously not my math teacher) She sat back down pulling my ear with her. “Over my knee little boy” I laid over he lap and she finally let go of my ear.

       She started spanking me with her hand and although it hurt I was glad that she wasn’t using a paddle like Miss Davis did. After a couple of minutes I was voicing some ‘ows’ and ‘ohhs’ pretty frequently then she stopped.

       “Stand up little boy.” (that was easy) “Pull you pants down to your knees.” (I guess too easy) I inhaled and gave a loud exhale and undid my pants and let them fall down my legs. She then pointed with her finger to her lap and again I voiced my displeasure with an exhale and crawled back over her knee.

       “You know what. This is very therapeutic. I will have to do this to more students that misbehave like you.” She then began spanking me again. For a couple more minutes she continued to spank away and every smack hurt a little bit more. Then she stopped again. (now what?)

       “Stand up little boy!” she commanded again. (maybe now we are done) Nope, she reached up to the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down with a quick jerk. Immediately my penis popped up like a spring. I closed my eyes tight and I thought I was going to cry for a second.

       “Are you enjoying this little Boy? I think you are. We can’t have that can we? Stay right there.” She walked around the desk and opened the top drawer and pulled out a flat wooden hair brush. (does miss Davis like carry an arsenal of implements in here?) She then sat back down in the chair in front of me and tapped the brush on her leg. ( yea I get it, over your knee) so I did.

       This time the stings were from the start and after only a minute I started to cry.

       “That’s right little boy you are starting learn your lesson.” (Starting? oh shit!) For at least 2 or 3 (half hour long) minutes she spanked away all the while I cried like the little boy that she kept calling me. She was saying other things but I was in to much pai to hear her much. Then, she finally stopped.

       “Get up little boy.” I did and she then pulled up my underwear over my now soft penis. “Take off your shoes and pants and get in that corner till Miss Davis returns. You are not done yet.” She turned and left the room with the brush still in her hand.

After a few minutes that felt like a few hours Miss Davis returned.

       “So, did Mrs. Brown spank you well?” she said while walking to behind her desk

       “Yes Ma’am.” I said still looking at the corner

       “Good, now come stand In front of my desk” (whoa… I already had a spanking…right?)

       “I am happy to see that you wanted to do right for Mrs. Brown but you told her that she could spank you for what I said to her and that is what she said to me was all she wanted to give you. Now I will make you will pay for that forged note.” She reached up and grabbed the small paddle that said ‘board of education’ on it (at least it was the small one)

       I did as she commanded and stood about 3 feet away from her desk moved my legs apart and put my hands on her desk like I had done before.

       “Take another 2 steps back. Move your legs apart more and grab your ankles.”

I did as she said and put my hands on my socks and I could see the heels of her shoes right behind me.

“I have counted them and there are 11 letters in your mothers first and last name. You will get 1 whack for each letter you forged. You will count them and I suggest you do it this time. Then we shall punish those hands that did the forging.”

Without even waiting for me to acknowledge what she said she began.

WHACK     “One Ma’am “

WHACK     “T Two Ma’am”

WHACK     “THREE Ma’am” (OWW)

She then walked back and forth behind me making the clicking noise with her heels again

WHACK     “Four… (Huff huff) Ma’am”

WHACK     “Ffff..five Ma’am”

WHACK     “S..s…six mamam’am”

WHACK     “seven Ma’am” (one tear)

WHACK     “Eight ma’am” (more tears)

WHACK     “NINE MA’AM”

WHACK     “TttTen Ma’am”

       A long dramatic pause

       WHHAACCKK  “Aaaa…. Eleven Ma’am” (heavy panting)

       I felt like my legs were going to give out and I would land on hard the floor face first. But I held still. She didn’t tell me to get up so I tried not to move. I looked down and could see a couple of small wet dots on the floor that were my tears. Behind me I could here her moving a desk from up against the wall.

       “Come here.” I got up and walked in front of the desk that now in the middle of the room. “Take off your shirt and socks then sit here.”

       I did and when I sat I could feel the sting of the spanking I just had making me wince slightly. She handed me a piece of paper and a pencil without an eraser on it.

       “White this down as I say it.” She waited for me to get ready to write it. “Mrs. Brown thank you for giving me the spanking I deserved.” I wrote it out on the top line.

She took the paper and looked at it then handed it back to me. “Good, now start writing. I want that sentence written 1100 times by after school on Friday. That is 100 times for each letter you forged” (I hate writing this is gunna suck) “you will start the next sentence right were the last one stopped, none of this get the sentences to line up so you can just do a page of one letter at a time.” (shit she knows that trick)

I started writing the sentence as she commanded sitting in the chair dressed only my underwear. When I filled the first paper up on both sides she had me get dressed and she said I could leave and to come back with all the papers of my assignment Friday.

       On Friday my hand was aching and I hoped she was pleased because I didn’t want another spanking. I gave it to her and she just sent to me to my bus. (WHEW home free.)

Over the next several weeks the routine was go by her office on Monday and pick up the papers. Throughout the day give them to my teachers try not to get into trouble and pick them up o Friday. Sometimes I got a spanking and sometimes not, several times she had me do other things like clean the blackboards of the teacher that said I was bad that with an itty bitty teeny tiny sponge or once she made me stand in the corner of the teachers lounge during what was my study hall time.

That was the way it was for the rest of that school year.

I real story takes place 2 years after graduation when Miss Davis and I met again this time at the computer store I worked at.

(coming soon)