- NonConsent/Reluctance
- A Very True Spanking Story
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Please not the paddle. Anything but the paddle. Other girls get paddled, not me. I'm a good girl. A good student. Anything else, not the paddle. I turned eighteen today. They can't possibly paddle me, can they?
Beverly's mind raced and raced. She tried to keep her hands and feet still but they seemed to have a mind of their own. Her palms were sweaty and her tummy was in knots. She needed to go to the little girls' room, but she couldn't go anywhere.
Maybe they won't paddle me. I was just passing notes. Yeah I've gotten caught before, but it was just a note...nothing bad on it. They paddle girls for fighting and cussing and things like that. Ok. Maybe it won't be the paddle. I can write lines....that wouldn't be so bad. Or maybe even detention.....this is my first time, so maybe it will only be detention. The girl who had gone in to the principal's office before her came out and went back to class. There hadn't been any sharp "crack" of the paddle, and the girl was not crying like the girl before her had been.
See, not everyone gets paddled. Maybe it will be okay.
Mrs. Buchanan came to the door and looked down at her, the next girl on the bench. Beverly could not meet her eyes.
"Beverly, come on in."
Beverly rose. She trembled. And she started to walk. Mrs. Buchanan closed the door behind her, but Beverly did not hear it. She had seen the dreaded wooden paddle on Mrs. Buchanan's desk.
Please, no. Please, no. Not the paddle. Anything else.
"Please sit down, Beverly."
The chair in front of Mrs. Buchanan's desk was dangerously close to the implement of pain that lay upon it, but Beverly sat down, still trembling. She felt that her face must be as white as her notebook paper.
"Let's talk about your behavior." Mrs. Buchanan leaned against her desk, looking down at Beverly. Still, Beverly could not look at her. She stared ahead and down.
"Passing notes. Do you know how many times you've been caught passing notes this year, Beverly?"
Not a good way for things to start. "Um....no, ma'am."
"I doubt that you do. It's been several. Each time that you have been warned or given some small punishment, it has been recorded in your file here. Every time. So, I know about everything that you've done all year, Beverly."
No, please, no. Not the paddle. I can't be paddled. Something else......
"Now, passing notes is not such a bad thing. Neither is talking in class, failing to turn in an occasional assignment, forgetting to bring a pencil to class....."
I've done all of those things. She knows it. But they're little things. Not things girls get paddled for.
"Miss Grawe decided to send you to me because, in her opinion, your behavior isn't changing based on her own punishments for you. Not that you're a bad girl....you're not. All of these are minor things."
Yes, exactly. You can't paddle me for them.....make me write lines. Or do extra work. Don't paddle me.
"I do not see anything here" Mrs. Buchanan was holding Beverly's file "that stands out, except that certain behaviors continue to be a problem for you." Mrs. Buchanan paused. Beverly sighed, and blushed a little. "I'd like to see some improvements. I'd like for these little problems to stop happening. I've tried to think of different ways we can accomplish that........"
Different ways. We. See, she's thinking of other things....
".......and I've had to think long and hard about it. You've been a good student, and I want to make sure that continues...."
This doesn't sound so bad....
".....I've made my decision...."
Here it comes. It won't be the paddle. It may not even be detention.
"You're to report to my office every Friday afternoon for the remainder of the school year so that we can talk about your behavior. If there are no problems, then it will be a very short meeting........"
Relief bordering on euphoria.
".......All of your teachers will be aware of this arrangement, as will your parents, of course....."
Of course. Not so bad. Okay.
"........Now, ordinarily, for first visits to the office, I go pretty easy on girl....."
It's okay, this IS easy....
"....but in your case, I want to make a very strong impression in the beginning....."
Oh you have. I don't want to get paddled. I'll be good. I don't want to come back and be scared like this again.....
".....so, today, you're to take five strokes of the paddle......"
It was like a death sentence. A physical blow to her tummy. Her terror returned. Her breathing quickened.
No. No. No. No. No......"please...no...." No. No..
"Beverly? Yes, sweetie, I said you're to be paddled. Five strokes. Please, stand up and face my desk."
Mrs. Buchanan picked up the paddle. Beverly remained seated.
"Please....no.....anything else....."
"Stand up, Beverly, unless you would like to get more than five."
More? Beverly stood, feeling that she may faint. She faced the desk.
"Bend over. Put your forearms on the desk, Beverly."
Would she have to pull her skirt up? Her panties down? She bent over. "Keep your legs straight" she heard. Straight, so her bottom would be pushed out for the paddle.
The girl outside would hear. Her teachers would know. Her friends would know! Her parents would know! No...no....no...
"If you misbehave at all during the week, I will paddle you on Friday when you come to see me, Beverly. So, remember what this is like, and think about it the next time you decide to pass a note in class."
The paddling was, as school paddlings are, quick, wordless, and, to Beverly's mind, brutal.
Mrs. Buchanan did not say another word. Beverly's terror was intense, and she was starting to cry. Then, she felt the paddle strike her bottom—just above her thighs, on that soft spot. She yelped, and two seconds later the next one hit her, and the next, and then the next. The swats were fire, all of them in the same spot as the first. Expertly placed for maximum effect, and the effect was total. Beverly cried uncontrollably, and after the fifth, fell to her knees and sobbed, her face against the desk.
Mrs. Buchanan set the paddle down on the desk, and softly touched the top of Beverly's weeping head. "Stand up, dear," she said.
Beverly struggled to her feet. Mrs. Buchanan handed her a Kleenex. "Go back to class, and remember what will happen on Fridays if you misbehave, Beverly."
Mrs. Buchanan walked her to the door. The girl outside was staring down at the floor, but looked up long enough to see Beverly weeping like a little girl. Beverly's bottom burned, and her cheeks burned red with humiliation. She walked past the bench, and heard Mrs. Buchanan say, "Rhonda, please come in."
- COMMENTS
toastywarm01about 2 years agoWonderful! I loved all the self-talk that Beverly gave herself leading up to and during her talk with Mrs. Buchanan. I felt like I was in her head the whole time.
Anonymousover 3 years agoI trust this will be a series!! Progressively leading Beverly into more personal exposure, more / deeper pain, much more humiliation..... like being punished in front of or even by her various teachers.... and a sincere yearning for each Friday meeting to push her ever-diminishing boundaries. Chapter 2?
Anonymousover 6 years agoHow's that old saying go, "Been there, done that, got the bruises to prove it." Can totally relate to the story and the build up is so true. I think the Principals do it deliberately; so that they not only scare you on the outside with the brutal paddle, but on the inside from all the worked up tension. Still I can't help but feel that Beverly's next visit will again be bend over the desk for five more swats ;-)
Anonymousover 7 years agoShort and sweet and a touching pov account....maybe a chapter 2, a couple of weeks later, with a further infraction, and the difference with her skirt up?? And for the trilogy....skirt up and panties down.... several weeks later... and an ominous hint at what could/would happen for any further infractions?? WERE there further spankings, Beverly/ElizabethB?? What also made this true story even better (to Me) was the complete absence of any sexual improprieties!! Bravo!!
Anonymousover 8 years agoSuch excellent portrayal of poor Beverly's thoughts, hopes, and fears! While the account of the paddling itself was abbreviated, I'm sure we all have enough imagination to visualize each stroke and don't need a blow-by blow (pun intended) account.
Anonymousabout 11 years agoI was a physical training at a local gym and I’m 22 years old 5 11’ and in great shape less than 2%bbody fat. I meet him because I was assigned to him as his training. Mike was a registered male nurse and in great shape himself. After about three months of being his trainer we started dating. He been such a gentleman to me, he even respected the face that I was saving myself for marriage and he has never pressured me about sex. He always keeps his promises which is what I always respected about him. We’ve been dating about six months now and he was going out of town for about week and needed a house sitter. He has a customer car he’s been customizing for the past few years and told me before he left that if I touch his car he blister my butt until I could sit for a week. I responded that I total understand and I would do the something if it were my car. While he was out of town, I found his keys and took his car for a ride with my girlfriends. Sure enough while it was parked in the parking lot it was hit by someone else. Insurance took care of it but I than tried to lie to him over the phone about it. I felt so bad about it, I agreed to take the punishment whoopin from him to clear the air and make things right between us, he was so upset it took him about a week to calm down enough for us to talk about it, about a week after that I went over his place and I decided to accept what was coming or so I thought.
He asked me to lower my britches. “Ok, let’s get your britches down!”
“Mike I’m not taking off my cloths, I’m going to be naked for this!”
“First, I’m not telling you, you have to be naked. I’m not telling you to take off your cloths, I’m only telling you to take few of them down. I’m not paddling your pants, I’m paddling you, you thought you were too big for your britches, joy ride in my custom car than try to lie about it, and the only down for you’ll learn you’re not is to lower your britches. I had you house sit for me while I was out of town and I told you that if you touch my car that I’d bust your butt. Now hand me the paddle and lower them.”
I let out a big sigh of protest, I felt so bad that I let him down and I know that I broke our trust but since I was going to get accept this I was going to try to prove to him I can take it, “fine but you’re not going to make me cry!” Handed it to him
Than he told me, "We’ll see about that, now let’s get to the bare issues here. You busted my car now I’m going to bust your butt, going to keep my promise, I’m sorry honey."
I am wearing my usually jeans at the time which I likes to wear with my cowboy boots. I slowly undo my belt buckle as I am trying to talk him out of paddling me. Got the flap of my belt out from the front loop of my jeans and started to pull to unhook it loose. Asking him “do I really haft too take’m down, I mean. . .?”
He interrupted me, “honey your jeans didn’t do anything, I’m paddling your butt not your jeans. I’m sorry honey but it has to be this way.”
I swallowed hard, “ohhhh” Letting out a whimper as I pulled a little and got my belt unhooked, pulled it out of his buckle and was about to start with the button of my jeans. “But Mike, I really don’t think. . .”
He interrupted me again, got up stepped towards me reaching out and placing his hand my hands looking me straight in the eyes, “honey, it is going to going to be ok, I promise you that I will not take advantaged you, I gave you a promise and I mean to keep it. This isn’t about sex but it’s about respect. I have always kept my promise and know this, I will take care of you afterwards, that’s what the lotion on the table is for, I love you and I just want what’s best for you and us. “
This was the first time he said he loved me, my lips started to stammer. My heart melted, I threw my arms around him almost started to cry right then and there telling him I was so sorry about what I did.
Holding me tightly he said, “I know honey, I know, but unfortunately I still have to keep another promise, you know me I always keep my word, so please no more arguments about this, ah?”
Looked directly at him and nodded. I stepped backed and asked him if I can have a pillow to hang on too with my hands. He went to his bedroom and returned with two pillows. He sat back down on the chair. With deep sigh, another whimper and lips stammering I slowing unsnap it the bottom of my jeans. Stopped for second.
Looking into his eyes, “I love you too Mike and I do trust you!” I started to slowly unzip my zipper, put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and hesitated again.
In a very calm voice he said, “it’ll be already, I have sisters and you don’t have anything that I haven’t already seen.”
I slowly lowered them to just below my checks and hesitated again look at him hopefully it would be far enough.
“All the way down, honey, all the way down! I’m sorry but it has to be all the way.”
Whimpering again, I slightly bent over pushing my jeans down to my where they bunched up at my boots. Stood up in with just my panties ups and look directly into his eyes. “Mike can we just. . . .” as I tried to protest.
Again and he said, “you are going to bear through this situation and but in this sense I mean bare, now you are going to have to get them down too, honey, all the way, come on, I understand that you are embarrassed but that’s the whole point.”
Let a whimper and said, “oh man this is going to hurt!” I slowly moved my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and slowly started to pushed them down too.
“Well, it’s a whoopin it supposed to hurt honey but I very proud of you for accepting it.”
I pushed them to my knees and stood up covering myself, I was so embarrassed, jeans at my ankles and panties to my knees standing there in front of the man whom I love ready to take a the whoopin of my life. I was scared and yet I also felt a sense of trust towards Mike, a bond that was there that I couldn’t explain. I hobbled forward to his side, lips still stammering as I asked for the pillow to huge.
“please do everything you can to keep your arms and hands around the pillow” he said, “so I don’t want to hit them accidentally.
“I will honey, I’m really sorry about what I did and. . . “
He motioned with his hand and calmly interrupted and “I know honey, now, no sense putting it off more than we have too, alright, let’s get to the bottom of things and move on, ok?" Then handed me the pillow.
I sighs, nodded and took the pillow hugged and turned over his knee. I took a pillow and started to huge it as he adjust me. He rest the wooden paddle on my backside and ask me the final question.
"Do you believe that if I paddle blisters into your backside that you won’t take my car or lie to me again?"
I wait for at least half a minute trying to stall to see if there was any way he might change his mind.
“Kimmmmm, I’m waiting?”
“How many am I going to get,” I asked.
“As many as it takes, how did I say I was going to paddle you for lying and taking my car without permission?
I hesitated again, “Honey, you need to answer me!”
I swallowed hard again, “you said you’d paddle blisters into my butt until I can’t sit for a week.”
“Ok, than how many are you going to get than, Kim?”
“hooooo, I don’t know?”
“Thanks right, now I’m going to ask you again, do you believe that if I paddle you backside that you won’t take my things or lie to me again?"
Feeling the flatness of the wood paddle resting on my bare butt, I swallowed again, I said, “Ok, ok, but please don’t spank that hard, I’m really sorry!”
“So is that a yes?”
Waited for few seconds more, just trying to stall. I was so embarrass being over his knee, having my pants down like this and having this conversation.
He taped my butt with the paddle lightly, “Kimmmm?”
Figured that I might as well get it over with, “ok,yes, yes, I won’t lie or take your car ever again, I’m really sorry Mike, I don’t have to count them do I?” With that, he raised the paddle.
“I sorry I have to do this Kim, and no you don’t have to count, I doubt you will be able to count that fast!” I lets out a whimper which let him know that I was ready.
There are no warm ups, no pauses between swats. From start to finish it was spanking as hard and fast as he could. He made sure he got every inch of my backside, from the top to the bottom to at least one paddle width underneath. Ensuring that he give my bottom no rest. At first I was so determined not to cry or yell, but I couldn’t take anymore .
“oochie oochie oochie!” I straighten up my entire body, crossed my legs and squirmed, clinches and unclenched.
“ok, ok ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t!” squeezing my pillow tighter and tighter as I and started kicking like crazy.
Whack after whack, fast and hard and there was no signs of him letting up.
“ouchi, ouchi, ouchi, ouheeeeeeee!” I lost all ability to make actual words. I bit into the pillow and I just seem to loss all sense of thinking. I just remember how sting and painfully that dam paddle was smacking my backside. All I could was just scream at the top of my lungs load and long and ruthenic bursts of whaling. I was tried to get up. He stopped for second lifted my body and put me over one knee put his leg and scissor lock mine.
“Nope, we aren’t done yet!” As he continued to the flurries of swats. The swats were coming so hard I couldn’t breathe.
I was crying and screaming in searing pain as the paddle smack my backside and upper thighs. I let go of the pillow and started scratching the floor trying to pull myself forward to no avail. He kept his pace up still whacking as hard and as fast as he could. He was spanking the living daylights out of me. I than starting hammering my fist to the floor, thrashing my head about and screaming profusely and crying out of control. When it over I was bawling out of control with hiccups. He let me up and I stood straight up doing what he called the spanking hop. Jumping up and down holding, rubbing her backside and crying like all get out. After I claimed down enough he stood up set the paddle down and out stretched his arms for me to come to him. My hair was a mess, my backside blistered, pants to my boots, panties still to my knees, trying to get my breathing be under control (smaller hiccups crying), I hobbled over to him and started crying all over again in his arms as I was trying to rub the sting away. True to his word, I blistered my butt and upper thighs, he had paddled me good and hard. I never felt so vulnerable and secure at the same time as I did just then. I just stood in his arm for what seem like forever until I could breathe normal.
My butt sores and was still stinging. “I love you and I don’t want to have to do that again.” He said, “would you like me to put some lotion on you before you get your pants back up?”
This time I threw my arms around him again, nodded and started crying again. “I’m so sorry I took your car and tried to lie about it. I won’t ever do that again Mike.” This was the first time my boyfriend paddled me and I never touched his car without permission or lied to him again.
Anonymousalmost 15 years agoA good beginning, lots of room for possibilities as the story line progresses. Keep going!
