| Subject: A Conclusion, of Sorts |
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Jessica M
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Date Posted: 09:43:56 06/23/12 Sat
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Jessica M
's message, "Overhead Paddling when visiting School" on 18:18:51 06/10/12 Sun
I gasped as he tapped my bottom again with the paddle. "Regulations say nothing should be between this paddle and your butt but your uniform. I may need to get some of these layers out of the way."
I know a few of you think I'm a tease, and I've heard that complaint before! But please know that with what I'm about to say, I'm not teasing, I'm just telling you like it is.
The Principal didn't explicitly SAY I should raise my skirt, but I knew that was what he was hinting at. In fact, my pink silk panties weren't regulation either, which meant THOSE were going to have to come down too!
I shuddered at the thought.
My nerves were shot. My toes and arms were aching, and I felt like the damn wooden chair was cutting me in to. And now it was going to be BARE? This was going WAY farther than I wanted it to.
Sorry. I lost my nerve. I chickened out. I flew the coop.
I stood up, and started tugging down my skirt.
"If were going to do a demonstration, I should be in a school uniform then" I said.
"Are you sure?" he said, a little surprised as the sudden reversal of fortune. "Cuz I can give ya a couple of pops right now. Over 'yer skirt, even…if ya want."
"No, you're right. It wouldn't be the same experience, since I'm not in uniform . I'll e-mail you the reports as soon as I get back to the office."
"Whatever," he said dismissively, surrendering the paddle to the top of the desk.
Regaining my composure, I quickly switched topics and we talked for a moment about next months meeting. He explained he need to make a final report to the school board for the year, and I promised I would do my best to help.
It was amazing how quickly the atmosphere in the room changed! I was now his accountant again and he was warm, joking, and friendly. As he led me to the door he complimented me on my hair.
"Thanks," I said, "I usually wear it up. I think it's cute, although I don't think I'm cute enough to pass for one of your students" referring to his previous reference of me looking so young that I could be "one of his kids" which was still on my mind.
Principal S---- laughed. "Do ya' ever get carded at bars, short-stuff? I'd bet you $50 smackers if I put 'ya in a right proper uniform I could pass you off as one of the kids."
"Plus then," he added pointedly, "we could finish our de-mon-stration!"
His manner was jovial, but his remark touched a nerve, since I'm 5'3, which isn't short, but I am rather petite, and I do have a hard time getting into bars and buying alcohol. I rather tartly reminded him that I was a CPA, not a student, and since I was billing him $150 per hour I should be on my way.
As he ushered me out into the hallway he complimented me again on my work, and promised to call my boss "so you get a gold-star or something." I allowed myself to smile, and (still curious about the spankings, and hoping to overhear another) I mentioned that because of my other scheduling commitments it might be better for me to come at lunchtime from now on.
"I know you see students then, but I'll be happy to wait a few minutes if you have…other business," I added awkwardly, trying not to make it too obvious that I was interested in hearing another paddling.
"No problem, Miss Jessie, if you don't mind waiting 'yer turn" he chuckled. "There's always plenty of room on the bench."
As I was leaving, he smiled and said, "You know, Jessie, they sell uniforms in the shop."
It was an odd remark, since he knows I never sit on the bench. Perhaps he was trying to make up to me for his rude remark about my stature by being funny. As for the uniforms, I know they sold them in the shop. I had noticed the bins and racks of them in the store during my tour on the first day. Bins & racks of plaid and blue…
I admit I have sort of a thing for the uniforms. I had actually looked for them online, since I though they were cute, but couldn't find them. I could find a plaid skirt LIKE the ones the school sold, of course, but I couldn't get the monogrammed sweater. For the "official" look I would have to go to the bookstore.
As I was walking down the hall the bell rang, and I was soon lost in a sea of uniformed students heading toward their classes. Their outfits were really cute, and I found myself admiring their plaid skirts and knee socks. It was a very crisp look, although the skirts were a couple of inches above the knee and a little short for me, and I wouldn't want to trade-in my high heels for shiny black shoes.
I toyed with the idea of going to the book store, but I just couldn't make it work in my mind. The school year was almost over, and I didn't have anyone in school, and what would I say when the woman asked me what I wanted? If I told her I'd die from embarrassment!
As I walked down the hall I wondered how many of the students had been paddled, and if he really treated the girls the same as the boys. Little did I know that next month the Principal was going to arrange for me to find out.
More to come!
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