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Date Posted: 17:57:04 04/08/08 Tue
Author: JD
Subject: High School Girl Paddling

This is an actual, 100% true r/l account of a girl I went to high school with, getting a paddling out in the hallway. Everything is factual; even the names are their real names...

Growing up in the South and attending public school, I witnessed many real life paddlings; unfortunately by the time I got to high school, most were heard only, not seen, as they were either administered by the teacher out in the hallway, or by the principal or one of the assistant principals, in their office. It was pretty much an every day occurrence to see or hear a boy being paddled in the hallway, but very seldom a girl. The school policy was that either a male or female faculty member could paddle a boy, but only a female faculty member could paddle a female student.
When I was in the 10th grade, an incredibly cute girl of about 15 sat directly in front of me...her name was Alisa Alley. Alisa had long honey-blond hair, blue-green eyes, and the kind of body that keeps young boys awake at night, dreaming about. She had a perfect bubble butt that always turned guy's heads. I should mention that I cannot recall a time in my life when I wasn’t fascinated with the idea of girls being spanked, and in particular - paddled in school…so naturally, I had fantasized about seeing Alisa bent over grabbing her knees or ankles with her bottom up high in the air, in preparation of a paddling; I thought it was just a fantasy, a dream…but sometimes dreams do come true…more on that later. Alisa was a big fan of the American Indian and loved to wear a lot of Indian jewelry, mostly silver and turquoise pieces...bracelets, necklaces, and hair clips. She was very cute in her jewelry.
Our teacher for this English class that I had with Alisa was a young, slender black lady, Ms. Knight. Early on, Ms. Knight had gained the reputation of a very hard paddler; some of the guys who had gotten swats from her and also from some of the male teachers/coaches/principals, swore that she paddled harder than the males. The office knew of her reputation, and she was frequently called upon to come to the office to render her services, when girls were there to be paddled. Many times during the school year, our class would be interrupted when the intercom would crackle to life and the sarcastic voice - usually from one of the Assistant Principal's office - would ask Ms. Knight if she could come down to the office, as they had some girls in the office who "needed to be introduced to the board of education." I guess they thought that little joke never got old...they were wrong.
On this one fateful day, everybody in the class seemed to be unsettled...Ms. Knight was having difficulty getting the class to calm down and be quiet. Finally, she practically shouted that the next one who talks without permission was going to be paddled...an instant hush fell over the room...then, surprise of surprises, Alisa - whom I don't think had EVER been in any kind of trouble in school before - turned to the girl on her left and - not even trying to whisper - said something like, "So what did you do this weekend?" I think we were all shocked, not the least was Ms. Knight...it was as if Alisa had not been in the room at all when Ms. Knight issued the warning; like she was in another dimension. Staring at her as if in disbelief, Ms. Knight said, "Miss Alley! Did you not hear what I just said?!" Alisa looked at her without answering, as if she were confused, and was just now being brought back into reality. Ms. Knight then opened her top desk drawer and took out her paddle. She said to Alisa, "Come here and take my paddle; go out in the hallway and wait for me!" Upon hearing those words, a surge of sorts immediately swept through my body and a stirring of sorts began ‘down below.’ As for Alisa, it was as if she was still trying to wake up from a deep sleep and trying to comprehend what was happening; she slowly arose from her desk and slowly made her way to retrieve the paddle Ms. Knight was holding out for her to take...she then stepped into the hallway and out of our sight. Ms. Knight continued the lecture on the board she had begun before the distraction with Alisa started. We couldn't see Alisa standing out there in the hallway, but I imagined what she must look like, standing out there holding that paddle; I know she had a short cotton dress on that day, white with wide multicolored stripes running vertically...I specifically remember that it fit snugly around her derriere and loosely about the waist. We could hear a couple of boys come down the hallway, one of which I recognized his voice; a friend of mine, Mike Grant. We heard them tease Alisa about being out there with the paddle, but we didn't hear any reply from her. Finally after about 10 minutes of waiting, Ms. Knight began to wind down her lecture to a natural breaking point, as she slowly made her way closer and closer to the door. Finally at the door, she excused herself and stepped outside. With the classroom door open, we could see her go to the classroom directly across the hallway to ask Mr. Barfoot - whom many of us also had for History class - to witness the paddling. Mr. Barfoot was a slight man, very mild-mannered and kind; I'm sure he did not want to see Alisa get paddled, but it was his job to assist Ms. Knight. He had a sad look on his face. Ms. Knight then disappeared from our sight, to join Alisa...all we could then see was Mr. Barfoot, who remained in his open doorway, appearing to look in the direction of Alisa and Ms. Knight. We could hear some muffled voices from Ms. Knight and/or Alisa, but couldn't make out what was being said. Then we heard the first POP! The echo in the hallway accentuated the sound; it sounded like a gunshot! Mr. Barfoot visibly winced, as if it pained him to see what he was witnessing. The second paddle swat was one of those that takes your breath away, more of a SMACK sound, and several of the girls in the classroom simultaneously sucked in their breath...though it wasn't, it made the sound like the intense, crisp slap of bare flesh...like slapping a water bed mattress with no sheet covering it. Mr. Barfoot looked sick. The third and final swat wasn't as dramatic, but very loud and solid nonetheless. Ms. Knight thanked Mr. Barfoot and he wasted no time in retreating to the safety of his own classroom, closing the door behind him. Alisa then appeared in the doorway, sans paddle, and for some reason she froze in her tracks for just a moment, for some unknown reason...her face was very red and her eyes were red and watery...she closed her eyes tightly and tears could be seen running down her cheeks…she then opened her eyes and made her way directly to her desk, directly in front of me, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone…I can only try to imagine the intense embarrassment and humiliation Alisa must have been feeling at that moment. Ms. Knight followed in close behind, now carrying the paddle. She immediately returned the paddle to its ‘natural habitat’ in her desk drawer, picked up her chalk and resumed the lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place. Perhaps it was just a teenage boy's overactive imagination, but I would have sworn I could feel heat radiating off of Alisa's just-paddled fanny, onto my knees. It was a good thing the bell didn't ring just then, because I was in no condition to get out of my desk for a while... I also had a bigger crush on Alisa than ever before!

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