I Was Paddled In High School

Romance in the Paddling Queue

I was chatting to a woman I have recently become acquainted with (I'll call her Sally) and she told me the story of how her and her husband got together. They were in the same year at school but never knew each other until the day they met in the paddling queue!
Sally told me: ‘I had been caught smoking at school and the punishment was two Saturday detentions all six licks with the paddle. I certainly didn't want the detentions as that weekend there was the big football game and I wanted to go and support the team. So I opted for the paddling.
However there was one problem. The school only usually gave three licks and always ask for parental permission in the form of a signed document is six were to be given. That meant a signed note from my mom.
‘When I took the note home, mom was mad at me for smoking and initially refused to sign it, saying that missing the game would be a bigger punishment. However I pleaded with her and eventually she gave way and signed at the note but said that on the Sunday I’d get a good whuppin’ from her in addition to the paddling. That didn't please me but I was relieved I could go to the match.
Apparently paddlings were done after school on Friday at Sally’s school so on the Friday evening she joined the paddling queue outside the APs office.
‘There were about a dozen of us to be spanked,’ she told me. ‘As I was getting six I was first in.’
‘Why?’ I asked.
‘The school never gave six at one time. So I had them in two lots of three.’
‘Ow!’ I said.
‘Yes! Mad wasn’t it ? Better to get it over with but that’s the way they did it. Anyway I went into the office and saw our AP (a woman) with one of the male coaches. She was going to paddle the girls and him the boys while the other acted as a witness. I was a bit nervous but wasn't particularly worried as I had been paddled before by the same lady and although it had certainly hurt it hadn’t been too bad. The AP told me to check I hadn't got anything in the back pockets of my jeans and then to bend over the desk.’
‘That seems a universal procedure,’ I smiled.
‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Well anyway she tapped the paddle on my butt and then really landed one. I gave a yell - I don’t know whether the AP had been practising but it hurt far more than the last time she had spanked me. Two more good ones followed at the end of which I was teary eyed and clutching my burning butt, with the knowledge of three more to come!’
‘That must have not been pleasant!’ I said.
‘No but she told me to go and wait at the end of the paddling queue and she would give me the other three. I went out with a very red face I am sure and joined the end of the queue where there were a couple of guys waiting in line. They were chatting together and at frat they didn't seem to notice me, but as I was moaning and rubbing my butt they turned and spoke to me.
‘They wanted to know why I’d rejoined the queue after I’d been paddled. I explained I was getting six as I wanted to go to the game the next day. One of them called Todd laughed and said I must like football a lot. He told me he was getting paddled for tardies. I thought he was cute and he seemed to like me too, especially the way I was wriggling my sore butt!’
I laughed: ‘Nothing like a good butt wriggle to get a guy’s attention!’
‘Yes,’ laughed Sally. ‘I was just worried how I’d cope with another three because all the time the paddle line was shrinking. One of the girls who was waiting went in and we heard three loud pops of the paddle on her tight jeans and after a minute came out crying and holding her behind. At last it came to Todd. He drew his breath and went in and I heard the three pops but no sound. He came out red faced and managed a ghastly smile at me before he went off rubbing his bottom.’
‘Trying to be macho?’ I asked.
‘I think so, but you could see it hurt!’
‘Well that was one good thing about being a girl - you were expected to cry!’
‘Yes,’ said Sally. ‘Because cry I did when I received the second half of the paddling on top of my already sore butt. I thought I was going to take it like a champ but it was really bad and by the end of it I was hollering and rubbing my bottom.’
I winced and instinctively rubbed my own bottom in memory of such occasions that had happened to me. Then I suddenly realised what I was doing and giggled.
Sally continued: ‘I went home with a burning bottom and receive no sympathy from mom who said she would see to me on Sunday for the smoking and for getting spanked at school. This did not cheer me up and I spent the evening doing homework sitting on cushions.’
‘I've done a bit of that in my time,’ I laughed.
‘I woke up saw the next morning,’ said Sally, ‘but at least I was going to the game. And on the bus guess who's came and sat beside me?’
‘Todd?’ I asked.
‘Yes!’ she said. ‘He was going to the game too. So we sat and discussed how sore we each were after the spanking we’d had and whether the male coach spanked harder than the AP. He assured me he thought he did! Then we talked a bit and got to know each other and by the time we came back he’d asked me to date him. I told him I couldn't come out Sunday for obvious reasons but we made a date and then he walked me home and kissed me.’
‘How romantic!’ I said.
‘Yeah,’ said Sally. ‘After that we got together and sorta stayed together and we've been together ever since. We got married and have had twelve happy years together and three children in that time.’
She smiled: ‘When people ask me if I believe in spanking I always say that corporal punishment did me a favor. It was through a getting paddling I met my husband. And after the butt whuppin’ my mom gave me on the Sunday I never smoked again!’