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Subject: Re: A Birthday Spanking

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Date Posted: 20:34:41 04/18/17 Tue
In reply to: Marek 's message, "A Birthday Spanking" on 01:42:14 04/15/17 Sat

What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it.

>"Well, Ms. Charline, I'm heading home for a day," I
>"Isn't it a bit too soon, sir?" she asked. Ms.
>Charline was a school secretary, dedicated to keeping
>the whole thing running smoothly. Actually, I thought
>that she's much more vital to the school than me. A
>headmaster was more or less a ceremonial figure these
>days, epecially an old man like me who could no longer
>really connect with the children. I always swore that
>I won't become one of those people who pine for the
>"good old days", but the new days, while maybe not
>WORSE, were at least incomprehensible. Computers and
>smartphones scare me. Sometimes, I have nightmares
>when I come to class and there are no children at all,
>just their phones, lying on their desks, learning
>instead of them.
>"I know it's early," I acknowledged. "But I have plans
>for today."
>"Well, sir, could you please stay for a bit longer?
>You have three students here, waiting for discipline."
>I paused. "Three students? Are you sure that's not a
>Our school DID have a policy that allowed corporal
>punishment of students. It always had that policy, but
>as time went by, it got tighter and tighter. When I
>started here, teachers could spank the students
>basically for any reason at all -- or even for no
>reason at all. At that time, it was good for our
>school's reputation, but the tide of public opinion
>has changed. And so the right to spank got more and
>more limited. Currently, I was the only one in school
>who could still do it. But even then, I rarely did.
>When teachers sent an unruly student to me, it was
>usually after some particularly atrocious
>misbehaviour, and even then, I usually resolved the
>problem with a warning. The old school paddle seen use
>maybe ten times per year? And I suspected that as the
>more conservative members of the school board start to
>die out, it will be eventually completely abolished.
>Three students at the same time, that was absolutely
>unheard of. And in fact, I SHOULD have heard of it --
>every time a teacher sent a student here, they gave me
>a ring beforehand to explain what the problem was.
>"All right," I said, "send them in."
>The students entered my office. All of them were
>girls, and all of them were girls I knew well.
>"Mia Fairlong, Diana Steel, and Pauline Walker?" I
>said, in surprise. "You are the last ones I'd expect
>in here."
>All three were straight A-students with no
>disciplinary problems at all. So what were they doing
>"Yes, sir," said the oldest one, Mia. "But we're still
>"So, what happened?" I asked. "Who sent you here?"
>"Actually, sir, no one did," explained Diana. "We came
>of our own accord."
>"Is there any problem?" I asked.
>"Yes, there is!" said Pauline. "It required some
>detective work, sir, but we came here to give you
>She put a bag on my desk and pulled out a box. She
>opened it and to my surprise, I saw a cake.
>"Happy birthday, sir!" cried all three together.
>"What?" I was completely speechless.
>"Sir, it's your birthday today?" asked Ms. Charline
>"Well, yes, it is, but..."
>"I didn't know that!" she said, sounding a bit
>offended. "And I'm supposed to know everything about
>this school!"
>"Look, it's no big deal," I said. "I just... I don't
>like celebrating birthdays."
>"Why?" asked Mia. "Birthdays are awesome!"
>"For you, they are," I said with a sad smile. "For
>you, birthday means you're one year closer to being
>adults. For me, well, it's just that I'm one year
>further from my young days."
>"Awww... but that's too pessimistic."
>"It's the truth," I said. "Plus, I don't really have a
>family to celebrate with."
>"But you have the school! The school is like a family!"
>I just shook my head. No. School was NOT like a family.
>"We didn't get you any candles," said Pauline
>apologetically. "I wanted to, but they said it could
>cause problems if we lit them in the school."
>"Oh, yes," I said. "The smoke detectors are VERY
>sensitive, I'm afraid. We all remember the incident in
>chemistry lab last year, don't we?"
>"But," continued Pauline, "we decided to give you a
>"Girls, that's really good of you, but it's really not
>"Our present is a birthday spanking, sir!" said Diana
>That stopped me in my tracks.
>"A birthday... spanking?"
>Were they joking?
>"Um, perhaps we said it wrong," said Mia quickly. "We
>don't mean that WE should spank YOU..."
>"Well, I sure hope so!"
>"...but perhaps you could spank us?"
>"Spank you?" I repeated. "Why would I do that?"
>"Why would you do that? Um, well..."
>I sighed. "Ladies, you might have a wrong idea about
>what I do here. Corporal punishment of unruly students
>is one of my duties, yes, but it's not one I
>particularly enjoy. In fact, it would be grossly
>inappropriate to enjoy it."
>"But you have to, sir!" said Diana. "It's tradition!"
>"A headmaster paddling his students on his birthday is
>most definitely NOT a tradition, either here or at any
>place I know," I objected.
>"Oh, come on, sir!" said Ms. Charline. "Don't be a wet
>I blinked. "Excuse me?"
>"These girls are just curious. They heard the stories
>about your paddlings, so they decided to try it. Is
>that so wrong?"
>"Stories? What STORIES? What stories are being told
>about me?"
>"Oh, just relax, sir! I'm sure they are all
>delightful. Plus, the girls are in your office and I'm
>here as a witness. Technically, you have full right to
>paddle them."
>I sighed. I could see that arguing with this
>four-woman task force would take more time that just
>caving in to their demands.
>"All right then. In the light of you being such good
>students, I suppose I could grant your wish."
>Although it would be really more appropriate for BAD
>students, I thought.
>"How many swats should I give you?"
>"Tradition is one for each year of your age, sir, plus
>one to grow on."
>"Really?" I asked gravely. "I would let you know that
>I'm sixty-seven, young lady."
>That seemed to shake them a bit. "Sixty...seven?"
>"Yes. And even if I were to divide it among the three
>of you, it would still be way over twelve swats which,
>I have to say, is the maximum I ever gave -- and it's
>many years since I did even that."
>"Technically, sir, you don't have to use the paddle,"
>said Ms. Charline.
>"You could just spank them with your hand. It's
>allowed in the school rules."
>"I don't remember that part."
>"Sir, your job is to enforce the rules. It's MY job to
>know them. Let me see..."
>She did some magic with her computer. "Here."
>I looked there.
>"Corporal punishment shall consist of either:
>1) 3-12 swats with the school paddle over clothed
>bottom of the student, or
>2) 10-20 swats with hand over bared bottom of the
>"Over BARED bottom?" I read, aghast. "Ms. Charline,
>are you sure that is correct?"
>"Oh, yes. This statute was added when our school got
>merged with Dewhill Elementary in 1973. Their policy
>was bare-bottom spankings so it got added here."
>"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we only merged with
>Dewhill Elementary for two years or so while they tore
>down their old school building and built a new one."
>"That's correct. But the change in the policy was,
>technically, never repealed."
>"Probably because no one noticed it."
>"Well, *I* did, sir."
>I was beginning to understand.
>"Ms. Charline, you lied to me."
>"You said you didn't know about my birthday, but that
>wasn't true, was it? You DID know about it! You
>colluded with these girls, and you researched the
>corporal punishment status beforehand. You know what?
>Fine. I didn't want to do this, but fine. You're going
>to get what you want."
>I closed my eyes and breathed.
>"So... Mia. My age plus one to grow on, right?"
>"Y-Yes," she said. Something in my tone of voice
>caused her to grow nervous.
>"So that's seventeen for each of you."
>"Seventeen?" asked Pauline. "But seventeen times three
>"Oh, you seem to have made a mistake," I said,
>interrupting her. "I didn't say times THREE."
>"What do you mean?" asked Diana.
>"I mean that I've known Ms. Charline here for a long
>time. I've known her when she was a freckled,
>pig-tailed Anne Charline who studied at this very
>school, which TECHNICALLLY -- her favorite word --
>makes her ALSO a student."
>"Now wait a minute," protested Ms. Charline. "I mean,
>I graduated years ago! I'm no longer a student here!"
>"True, but maybe your perfect memory will recall a
>certain celebration we had the last year?"
>"A celebration?"
>"Clive Gruber, our former student, was awarded a
>Pulitzer prize for his journalistic accomplishments.
>And we invited him here... it was YOUR idea, as I
>remember, and he gave a little speech, and then we
>presented him a little certificate."
>I opened my desk's drawer and rummaged in it for a
>"Ah, here it is. Ms. Anne Charline, it is my honor to
>give you, for your faithful service, this certificate,
>which, incidentally, pronounces you a honor STUDENT of
>this school in all perpetuity. I believe you will find
>that your beloved school rules give me full authority
>to give this honor to whoever I please."
>It was satisfying to see that woman's jaw drop.
>"W-What?" she stammered. "H-How...?"
>"Oh, it's very simple, really," I said. "Because I,
>Ms. Charline, am the headmaster of this school. And
>that, believe it or not, requires me to NOT be a
>complete idiot!"
>I slapped my hand on my desk. "Do you remember how you
>stepped in that bucket two years ago, Ms. Charline?"
>"Huh? What? Bucket?"
>"The janitor has left a bucket with soap water outside
>my office while he was cleaning the hall. You didn't
>notice it and stepped into it. You swore at that poor
>man and called him names. And then, in the next school
>budget, you tried to smuggle in a line that would give
>him a substantial pay cut. Oh, you didn't think I
>would notice that, but I did because, once again, this
>is MY school and it is my JOB to know everything that
>happens here! You realize I could have fired you on
>the spot just for that? But no, I decided to keep you
>on, but of course I tipped the janitor off about what
>you tried to do. So here's a tip for you: next time
>you plan a 'surprise' for me, perhaps don't do it in
>the hall where a janitor with major grudge towards you
>works? Because I assure you that he ran right back
>here and told me."
>The three girls -- four, if I include Ms. Charline,
>and I think at this point, I should, cowered at the
>door. Oh, yes, they didn't expect this, did they?
>Their poor, old, silly headmaster still had teeth! And
>strong right hand, as they were about to find out.
>"Well, I don't know just how sincere you were, or if
>you just wanted to embarrass me and you counted on
>that I wouldn't really go along with the spanking, but
>as I said: Sixty-seven plus one to grow on is
>sixty-eight, and that's seventeen for each of the FOUR
>of you. We'll go in the order of age, so Pauline, you
>go first."
>She stepped up, nervous. She knew that she bit off
>more than she could chew, but did I feel sorry for
>her? Not in the least.
>"Now, I should, by all rights, turn you over my lap
>and spank your bottom like a naughty little
>schoolchild you are, but unfortunately, the sort of
>office chairs we get nowadays are not really good for
>this. So we're going to do it like the paddlings -- I
>shall ask you to bend over my desk, please."
>Shaking, Pauline did.
>"Now, that skirt is going to go up, yes, and the
>knickers will go down. We have to obey the rules,
>after all. So go on, Pauline."
>This was actually the most important moment. Will she
>do it or won't she? She didn't have to, she could
>simply refuse to go along with any of this, and if she
>did, well, that would be it. If they changed their
>minds, I could do nothing about that. But if Pauline
>bared her bottom, it would press the others to go
>along with the spanking. Especially Ms. Charline. I
>had a long list of grievances with that woman.
>And Pauline... yes, she got back up and then she
>reached her hands to her bottom and pulled down her
>knickers, she pulled them right to her knees, in fact,
>and then she went back over and flipped her skirt up.
>I stepped towards her and pressed a hand to her back
>to keep her down.
>"Seventeen, was it?"
>"Yes, sir."
>I looked towards the two waiting students and one
>waiting "student". "Now, our time here is not
>unlimited, so Diana, I'd suggest you to get your
>knickers down while you're waiting. Pauline, you
>"Wait a second!" said Ms. Charline.
>"Yes, anything you want to say, Ms. Charline?"
>She nodded. "Just one thing, sir. Girls, two-three!"
>And they all started to sing.
>"For he's a jolly good fellow..."
>Maybe I was wrong about them... even about Ms.
>Charline. Maybe they really didn't want anything more
>than give me a memorable birthday.
>Tears appeared in my eyes, which was wrong. It was not
>my eyes that should be tearful now.
>I slapped my hand on Pauline's bottom. It was a firm,
>young bottom, and I was glad to have this opportunity
>-- though I wouldn't admit it aloud.
>The birthday song sounded throughout the office,
>interrupted by seventeen hard smacks and seventeen
>These girls were seniors and mere seventeen spanks
>were not enough to make them cry. Still, Pauline's
>face was red and her cheeks had a few tears.
>"Diana!" I commanded.
>She took Pauline's place over the desk and I noticed
>that her knickers were already down. She flipped up
>her skirt.
>"Again!" said Ms. Charline and Pauline took over
>Diana's part in the singing.
>"For he's a jolly good fellow..."
>Diana had the best figure out of the girls --
>actually, she could probably beat even Ms. Charline in
>that regards -- and spanking her was a delight.
>Seventeen smacks have gone in the blink of an eye and
>I really wanted to continue -- but no. I shouldn't
>behave more improperly than I already did.
>The girls switched easily and I had a third bare
>bottom to spank.
>"For he's a jolly good fellow..."
>Actually, it's not easy to count the spanks when
>people are singing right next to you! But I am a
>professional. I am a teacher and a headmaster. And I
>might be old, but I still know how to spank properly,
>damn it!
>All three girls were now standing back up, rubbing
>their bare bottoms. I nodded to Ms. Charline.
>"Oh, alright," she smiled. "I'm guilty as charged,
>She wore pants, not uniform skirts, so she had to take
>it all down, but her mature bottom was worth it.
>As I started to smack her, the three-girl chorus went
>to a teary crescendo.
>"...which nobody can deny!"
>* * *
>"You're late, Jim."
>"I'm sorry," I said. "You see, some girls at school
>decided to throw me a birthday party..."
>My doctor smiled. "Was it a good one?"
>"Yes, actually. The best birthday party I ever had. I
>brought you a bit of cake."
>"Well, it's good that it was a good birthday, Jim,
>I nodded. "I know. I had the feeling."
>"The tests just didn't work out, Jim. I'm sorry."
>"Well, as they say, it's good to go out with a smack."
>"It's 'with a bang', Jim."
>"Oh, I know that. Just a private joke."
>* * *
>It's damn inconvenient, I tell you, but what can I do?
>It's my fault that I haven't retired yet, so now that
>I've had my brithday party -- my LAST birthday party,
>apparently -- it's my job to find a successor. Perhaps
>Anne Charline could be a worthy one after all. Would
>she use more corporal punishment? Or abolish it
>altogether? In the weeks and months to come, we will
>have many, many long talks, I can imagine.
>So much to take care of before, well, before I'll have
>to take that final leave.

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