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Date Posted: 08:16:58 05/07/10 Fri
Author: Luke
Subject: Luke Visits the Principal Office to Get Paddled

On Thursday, May 6, 2010, I had the unfortunate situation at high school to find myself getting into a scuffle or most will call it a "fight" with another dude, who was criticizing our winning varsity baseball team I play on as a "bunch of no good, losey baseball players and a bunch of losers!"

This of course got me mad, but I really got mad at the guy is when he really criticized one of my best buddies Joel, who is on the baseball team, is a star baseball player in my eyes and is good enough to be a major league baseball player!

I told the dude this about Joel, and he laughed at me, and then gave me a push in disgust and I then gave him a puch back as a teacher was walking nearby in the hall where our lockers were.

We both were taken to the principal office where we got a lecture about breaking school rules of "no fighting". This resulted in the announcement that our parents would be notified of our misbehavior in school, but only after each of us took a turn being paddled by the principal.

We were told that our fight earned each of us 8 swats to be administered by the paddle on the seat of our pants, after bending over the edge of his desk. The dude I fought with was wearing jeans, and said he would go first to be paddled.

I was in awe as I witnessed him get his swats from the principal, who delievered each promised lick to the seat of his jean/clad butt,and watching him struggling to hold back tears and keep a stiff upper lip. When done ,he slowly stood up and walked off to the side.

It was then my turn.
Before my butt received the 8 swats with the principals' wooden paddle, which had drilled holes in it to make it hurt more, the principal gave me an inspection.

The scuffle happened after school. I was wearing my baseball uniform and ready to leave for an away baseball game with my fellow team mates on a bus when I was taken to the office.

The principal knew I was not just wearing baseball pants and underwear on my butt, because with me being in uniform he knew I had to be probably wearing underneath extra required baseball clothing, which included baseball sliding pants, which all would give me extra protection of not feeling some hurt from his paddle which he would be applying to my butt, as I bent over his desk, like he did to my previous, he called "partner in crime," so he demanded me to unbuckle my baseball pants and start taking down each layer of clothing I had underneath to get me to where he thought "my butt would feel the paddle good!"

I took down my pants, slid down my sliding baseball pants, which then left me with a couple of pairs of shorts and jockstrap underneath. He wanted to know how many pairs of shorts I had on, which I told him two, and ordered me to pulldown each one so he could see for himself. When I got to the last pair he asked if that "really was the last pair?" I told him, "yes, after this my jockstrap."

To make sure I wasn't lying he had me pulldown my last pair of shorts which left my butt bare for him to see , which also I was wearing a jockstrap.

I had a buddy get paddled by this same principal while he wore a baseball uniform, and he too had to "moon" the principal to satisfy him he had nothing else on underneath to not feel the paddle good on his butt for punishment, after he was ordered to wear only one pair of underwear/shorts after he was given an inspection.

Satisfied, the principal had me get in position and bend over his desk in the similar manner to present my butt for my paddling, like the other kid did and was to watch my punishment.

It didn't take long, the first swat of the paddle hit my butt and the "burn" came and set in, before I received another swat.

Before I received all 8 paddle swats, I soon felt my butt on fire and knew it would be that way for quite sometime afterwards. When it was all over with, I was allowed up to pull back on my baseball uniform, but not before I did a couple of quick butt rubs without anyone noticing.

I found myself leaving the office to catch the bus to ride, and to figure out how to sit on a sore inflamed butt to get to an away baseball game, knowing I would be playing the game in discomfort, and then to arrive back to school a few hours later.

It was there after my best buddy Joel, whom I call my "Big Brother," said he would accompany me home, where I broke the news to my dad and showed a note about getting into the fight at school and the paddling the principal gave me.

My dad then gave me another paddling for the school paddling I got, but I got that one on my butt bare, after I got another lecture about the "evils of fighting."

My buddy Joel, listened from outside my bedroom door as I got a dozen good licks, which continued to keep a fire going on my butt.

I slept bare that night, after Joel helped to apply some cool lotion to try to soothe my two sore butt cheeks.

The next morning I found I still had some soreness and the task to figure how I would get by sitting down at school.

I, also, had to think about getting my butt back to normal to play in a baseball wooden bat tournament the next day.

Over those days, it had been quite a lesson in learning!

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