I Have Been Spanked With A Friend At The Same Time
One smack extra!
I remember a smacked bottom (one of many) I got at school together with one of my friends, Tina. She and I were engaged in a deep little girls' conversation one break when the whistle went for us to line up. We were supposed to stop talking when the whistle went and stand still before being told to line up. Some of us went on talking so the teacher blew her whistle again and told us to line up without talking. My friend and I carried on our conversation heedless of the order as we walked to line up. We were interrupted by the teacher's whistle sounding again but this time she pointed at us!
"You two are talking when I told you not to!" she shouted angrily. "Go and stand out the front!"
With red faces we stood in front of the school, much to the amusement of everyone else, who always think it funny when someone else is in trouble.
We had to stand and watch as everyone else paraded in class by class. Our own classmates went past grinning and pointing at us knowingly. I think everyone knew what was to happen in a very short time. I tried to think optimistically but with sinking heart.
When everyone had gone in the teacher turned to us and gave us a telling off for talking. She was a large, jolly lady who taught music, but had the reputation that when her ire was roused she could deliver a most resounding smack to the bottom. Then she lifted Tina on to her hip and gave her three really good smacks on the back of her thin summer dress. The smacks landed with a real crack and Tina squealed with each smack and stood up after holding her rear with tears in her eyes.
I knew now what was to be my own fate and I didn't have to wait long before the same thing happened to me. Ow! Ow! Ow! then the teacher for some reason kept me in position, gave a bit of a lecture to us both, and gave me an extra smack, really hard. OW!!! it stung lots and I held my bottom and did a little dance with my feet as I stood up. We both went into school with teary eyes rubbing our very well smacked bottoms.
When we got to our class, our teacher was not pleased we had been in trouble and were late. She had told us off herself for talking the day before. So as extra punishment for our naughtiness we both had to stand facing the blackboard for some time. I wanted to point out that being late wasn't our fault but didn't want to risk being spanked again.
After what seemed an age to a child (but was probably only a few minutes) we were allowed to resume our seats. The sitting down on a hard chair reminded me of what had recently happened to my bottom and I wriggled trying not to sit on the sore part.
After school our friends did not hesitate to ask us what had happened. They were most amused we had both been spanked, asking inane questions like, "Did it hurt?" Mind you, I would have done the same had it been any of them!
I still wonder why I got the extra smack. Seemed unfair but the teacher was a fair lady. Perhaps she discerned I was the chief talker, which I probably was. You would have thought I would have learned from this but it remained an unfortunate habit which got me into trouble lots of times during my school days.
I remember a smacked bottom (one of many) I got at school together with one of my friends, Tina. She and I were engaged in a deep little girls' conversation one break when the whistle went for us to line up. We were supposed to stop talking when the whistle went and stand still before being told to line up. Some of us went on talking so the teacher blew her whistle again and told us to line up without talking. My friend and I carried on our conversation heedless of the order as we walked to line up. We were interrupted by the teacher's whistle sounding again but this time she pointed at us!
"You two are talking when I told you not to!" she shouted angrily. "Go and stand out the front!"
With red faces we stood in front of the school, much to the amusement of everyone else, who always think it funny when someone else is in trouble.
We had to stand and watch as everyone else paraded in class by class. Our own classmates went past grinning and pointing at us knowingly. I think everyone knew what was to happen in a very short time. I tried to think optimistically but with sinking heart.
When everyone had gone in the teacher turned to us and gave us a telling off for talking. She was a large, jolly lady who taught music, but had the reputation that when her ire was roused she could deliver a most resounding smack to the bottom. Then she lifted Tina on to her hip and gave her three really good smacks on the back of her thin summer dress. The smacks landed with a real crack and Tina squealed with each smack and stood up after holding her rear with tears in her eyes.
I knew now what was to be my own fate and I didn't have to wait long before the same thing happened to me. Ow! Ow! Ow! then the teacher for some reason kept me in position, gave a bit of a lecture to us both, and gave me an extra smack, really hard. OW!!! it stung lots and I held my bottom and did a little dance with my feet as I stood up. We both went into school with teary eyes rubbing our very well smacked bottoms.
When we got to our class, our teacher was not pleased we had been in trouble and were late. She had told us off herself for talking the day before. So as extra punishment for our naughtiness we both had to stand facing the blackboard for some time. I wanted to point out that being late wasn't our fault but didn't want to risk being spanked again.
After what seemed an age to a child (but was probably only a few minutes) we were allowed to resume our seats. The sitting down on a hard chair reminded me of what had recently happened to my bottom and I wriggled trying not to sit on the sore part.
After school our friends did not hesitate to ask us what had happened. They were most amused we had both been spanked, asking inane questions like, "Did it hurt?" Mind you, I would have done the same had it been any of them!
I still wonder why I got the extra smack. Seemed unfair but the teacher was a fair lady. Perhaps she discerned I was the chief talker, which I probably was. You would have thought I would have learned from this but it remained an unfortunate habit which got me into trouble lots of times during my school days.
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