He entered the classroom and closed the door with his eyes locked on me. I thought I was going to melt into the floor from the intensity of his gaze. He didn’t look like he was messing around and it seemed like he was as serious as he said he was. I took a step back as he lifted the paddle and tapped it against his palm.
“Bend over the desk.” He nodded towards the desk that he had previously been sitting behind.
“Come on, Mr. Thorne. You can’t paddle me!” I took another step back and felt my knees shaking.
“Yes, I can.” He took a step forward. “The rules are very clear about what I can and cannot do—trust me, I read every single one of them.”
“Yeah, but nobody gets paddled here—that kind of stuff only happens in public school.” I tried to take another step backwards, but my knees were too shaky to move.
“That’s the problem with this place, isn’t it? It’s full of spoiled rich kids like you that are used to just getting away with everything and never facing the consequences.” He tapped the paddle on his hand again. “You’ve gotten by with more than most people have, so I think it is only fitting that you are the first one to learn about real consequences.”
“Surely we could work something out, I mean...” My words got trapped in my throat. “I could do extra homework, you could even suspend me!”
“I don’t think so, Ms. Lewis.” He tapped his palm with the paddle again. “Bend over the desk—you don’t want me to have to tell you again.”
I looked at the oak desk and then back to Mr. Thorne. He was definitely serious. He fully intended to paddle me. There was something about him that compelled me to obey him, even with the fear surging through my veins. My nerves were in turmoil and my stomach was doing flips. I was scared of being paddled. I had done so many terrible things to Mr. Thorne, but I never thought I would get my actual comeuppance. As much as I hated having to go to school, I didn’t want t
o be thrown out. My parents would certainly not forgive me for that. They definitely wouldn’t let me sit at home doing nothing if I was expelled. With my grades, I wasn’t going to get accepted into another school. Even if I got my GED, it would take a lot of donations to convince a college to let me attend. That was only if they were willing to throw more money at the wall. There was a good chance they would force me to get a job and actually earn my keep. I looked at the desk again—I didn’t see another alternative except the punishment I had earned. I forced my wobbly knees to carry me to the desk and leaned against it with both palms flat on the surface.
“I said bend over the desk, not lean against it.” Mr. Thorne walked over. “Grab the other side with your hands.”
“Yes sir.” I pushed my hands further across the oak, bending more with every inch. When I could touch the opposite side, my stomach was almost flat against the desk.
“I think five is sufficient punishment for being out of dress code.” He tapped the paddle against his palm a little harder. “Since you like showing off the fact you’re not wearing any panties...”
“What? Wait!” I looked over my shoulder as I felt his hand on my skirt.
“I think this should help you remember to wear panties tomorrow.” He pulled my skirt up and folded it along the small of my back, leaving my ass exposed.
“Please, Mr. Thorne—I’m sorry.” Genuine fear filled me when I felt the paddle touch my bare flesh.
“Eyes forward.” He glared at me until I turned my head.
“Yes sir...” The second my eyes were facing the opposite direction I saw a shadow move on the wall and then I heard a loud crack that echoed through the classroom. The sound echoed in the room for a moment before I felt the sting erupt across my ass. “Ow!”
“It isn’t so much fun being a disrespectful little brat when there are consequences, is it?” His words were followed by the second swing of his paddle.
“Ouch!” I squealed and lifted up off the desk as the searing agony of the paddle made my ass sting even more. “No sir...”
“I’m done playing nice with spoiled little rich brats like you.” He brought the paddle down a third time.
“Ow! Please, Mr. Thorne, it hurts!” I reached back and started to rub my ass, feeling it warm and tender to the touch.
“Put your hands back on the other side of the desk. You just earned yourself an extra swat for not staying in position for your punishment.” He nudged my hand with the edge of the paddle.
“What? No!” I turned my head towards him and felt my lips quivering as I spoke. My hands continued to rub my ass furiously, trying to make the sting go away.
“Now you’ve earned yourself two extra swats. Would you like to go for a third?” He glared at me.
“No sir!” Tears started to well up in my eyes as I moved my hands back to the other side of the desk and looked at the wall.
“I would recommend that you get used to this position.” The paddle came down a fourth time. “You’re going to be in it every time you misbehave from now on.”
“Ouch! I’m sorry!” I squealed again and the tears rushed from the corner of my eyes.
“You can either do what you’re supposed to do, or you can make regular visits to my office and bare your ass for the paddle.” The paddle swung and connected with my exposed ass again, lifting me slightly off the floor as it did.
“I won’t do anything wrong again, I swear!” I bounced in place, but I kept my hands firmly where they were supposed to be.