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The
Principal's Paddle by Shannon MacDouglas
Copyright (c) 2004 all rights reserved, Not For Sale |
Cathy
McQuire was used to filling in for her husband’s secretary when
the woman had to be away. Though it only happened a few times a
year, she enjoyed spending the day doing office work and meeting
the people he talked about so much.
It was
a Tuesday morning, and she was sitting in the main office,
busily typing away, when she heard a huge crack! from her
husband Barry’s office.
Glancing up, she was surprised to see Barry standing in front of
his desk, a wooden paddle raised in his right hand and the blue
jean-covered butt of a student angled to absorb yet another
blow,
The
girl, who was being punished, was Yvonne O’Reilly and well known
to Cathy from the tales Barry brought home. She was nearly 19
and had been in and out of school for years. Finally a senior,
she had promised Barry she would behave and do everything she
should if he would allow her to finish her senior year.
Cathy’s
blood froze as the paddle descended yet again on Yvonne’s
bottom. The girl was stretched across the desk and holding onto
the far edge of it for support. Cathy could not see Yvonne’s
face, but knew tears must be streaming down the young woman’s
face.
The
paddle rose again and Cathy caught Barry’s eye as he prepared to
give Yvonne a final swat.
“We’ll talk about it later,”
was written all over his handsome face.
When
the third blow had been delivered, Yvonne straightened up,
brushed aside her tears and listened to the scolding she had
coming from Barry. Then she initialed the paddle and went back
to class.
“I
hardly ever spank one, but Yvonne knows what she has to do to
stay in school,” Barry told Cathy that night after dinner and
the children had been put to bed.
They
snuggled on the living room floor, having wine and warmed Brie
on toast points.
It was
a ritual they held sacred to spend romantic quality time alone
at home after the workday, household chores and parenting had
been completed.
A fire
burned in the fireplace and the room was dimly lit with aromatic
candles.
“You
think I was being brutal?” Barry asked.
“No,”
Cathy said. “I’m just surprised that students that age get
spanked.”
“She
acts like a kid, she gets treated like one,” Barry said. “I
really want Yvonne to graduate and get on with her life,
otherwise, high school will always be ‘unfinished business.’”
“What
did she do to get spanked?”
“Swore
at one of the cafeteria workers. Not the first time either. She
had her choice of calling her parents or getting spanked. She
chose the paddle.”
Cathy
hesitated for a moment before asking the next question.
“Is
there any chance she enjoyed it?”
Barry
pulled back from her in surprise. You’re joking, right?”
“Well,
she is a young woman, probably sexually active, maybe she likes
to be treated like a child once in awhile.”
“Would
you get turned on by being hauled across a desk or someone’s
knees for a spanking?”
Cathy
felt she was standing at a watershed moment in her marriage. If
she told Barry how desperately she wanted to be spanked right
then and right there, he might think she was insane or too
immature to be his wife and the mother of their two children.
Then again, if she didn’t tell him, the burning sensation she’d
felt when Yvonne got spanked might never come again.
“Yeah,”
she said softly. “Yeah. I would. Right here. Right now.”
“The
children—“
“Are
snug in their beds, sound asleep.”
Barry
studied her for a moment.
“I’d
feel better about it if we went upstairs to our room.”
Cathy
didn’t want to wait, but figured it was a small compromise.
“Okay,”
she said, picking up the cheese tray and wine glasses. “I assume
you mean our room in the attic?”
Barry
grinned. “You know the place?”
She
nodded.
Their
house was what most people would have considered an “old
monstrosity” but they had loved it for its many rooms and dark
hallways from the first time they saw it. Up in the attic was
their secret room. It was fully furnished with a big comfortable
bed, erotic art, candles, lotions, a large TV for watching adult
movies, a CD player, loaded with their favorite music, and a
desk and chair.
Cathy
stopped in the kitchen to get the wooden ruler she occasionally
used to correct Missy and David, their two children.
By the
time she unlocked the secret room, she could barely wait for
Barry to come up the stairs. She knew he would be the
responsible one, putting out the fire, checking the locks,
checking on the children and turning out all the lights.
“You
really want this?” Barry asked, when he entered the room.
Cathy
nodded.
“I felt
sorry for Yvonne today, but I also felt so turned on!”
Barry
shook his head.
“Do you
want it like Yvonne got it?” he asked, nodding toward the desk,
“Or across my knees? Or lying flat on the bed?”
“All of
them!” Cathy cried.
Barry
shook his head.
“We
need a signal, so I’ll know when to stop in case it’s not what
you expect.”
Cathy
nodded. “How about ‘that’s enough!’”
Barry
considered it for a moment.
“I was
thinking more along the lines of ‘fuck me now!’”
Cathy
nodded, handed him the ruler and arranged herself across the
desk.
“I
forgot to ask if you wanted this over jeans or on your bare
ass,” Barry said, rising and coming up behind her, the ruler
clenched firmly in his hand.
“For
now, I want it like Yvonne got it,” she said,
“She
got three swats. Is that going to be enough for you?”
“We’ll
see,” Cathy answered.
“Do you
want to pretend to be Yvonne, or should we think of something
else?”
Cathy
didn’t want to wait another moment. “I’ll be Yvonne and you can
be you,” she said, wanting to get on with it.
‘Okay,”
Barry said.
He
proceeded to scold her about the incident in the cafeteria while
Cathy pretended to be contrite. “Three swats or I call your
parents,” Barry threatened.
“Please
don’t call my parents!” Cathy, as Yvonne begged. “I’ll take the
swats.”
The
first swat felt as though it had passed through Yvonne’s body.
“Oh, my
God!” she hissed.
“One
more for taking the Lord’s name in vain,” Barry announced,
giving her anther firm crack!
The
second blow stung so deliciously, Cathy thought she would faint.
“Two
more,” Barry announced.
The
next swat was disappointingly light. Cathy waited for the fourth
one, which was even weaker before turning on Barry.
“You’re
the worst principal this fucking place ever had!” she told him.
“You can’t even give a decent spanking!”
“I’m
only the assistant principal and the principal Camilla Barnes,
would be administering this punishment but she’s at a school
board meeting today. “I promise not to wimp out this time.”
Cathy
grinned at him.
“Resume
the position,” he ordered.
She
turned and clutched the far end of the desk.
The
next three blows were delivered firmly and evenly across her
butt.
“Next
time I will call your father,” Barry promised.
Cathy
sniveled and acted contrite, then turned and flopped onto the
bed.
“More?”
Barry asked.
“Yes,
please,” she said.
He
shook his head.
“Jeans,
panties or bare?” he asked.
Cathy
stripped off her jeans and lay face down.
“Ruler,
hand, or hairbrush?”
“Hand,
I think. No wait, I guess a hairbrush, if there’s one up here.”
Barry
glanced around the room and saw a stray brush on top of the TV.
“You’re
going to be mighty sore tomorrow.”
Cathy
grinned. “I hope so.”
“Pick a
number,” he said.
Cathy
turned to glance at the brush and her red cheeks.
“Seven,” she said. “To start.”
“Any
scenario?”
“How
about I overdrew the checking account?”
“Did
you?”
“Pretend I did.”
“Okay.
Barry
scolded her for being careless with their money, credit and
future. Then he laid seven firm swats across her silk panties.
Cathy struggled not to cry, feeling the blood rushing through
her organs as the punishment continued.
She
almost used the code to get him to stop, but she buried her face
in a pillow instead.
“Enough?” he asked after the seventh blow.
Cathy
nodded. “For the moment,” she said.
They
snuggled on the big bed for a few minutes before resuming the
spanking.
“Over
your knees,” she said, getting up from the bed.
“Here
or on the chair?” he asked.
Cathy
considered the two options. The chair seemed stricter and that’s
what she wanted at the moment.
“Scenario?” Barry asked, rising and going to the chair.
“I’m
Yvonne and you’re her father who is punishing her for being such
a screw-up.”
Barry
hesitated and then launched into a severe scolding like he
imagined Yvonne’s father would give. Then he took Cathy across
his knees, pulled off her panties and gave her five solid swats.
“Thank
you,” she whispered when he stopped. “Fuck me now! Please!”
Barry
undressed quickly as Cathy pulled off her tee shirt and
stretched out on the bed.
The
lovemaking was rough and sweaty and Barry was surprised at how
turned on his wife was.
In the
weeks that followed, Cathy got at least one spanking a night.
They tried using various implements including a wooden kitchen
spoon, a spatula, and a switch cut from the tree out front,
Barry’s belt and even the school’s paddle, which he smuggled
home in his briefcase.
Like
his students, Cathy initialed the paddle after every spanking.
“I
can’t believe you enjoy this so much,” Barry said.
“Thank
you for being so good at it.”
The
next week, Cathy filled in as Barry’s secretary once again.
Her
blood chilled as she heard him use the public address system to
call two miscreants to his office. She knew without being told
the girls were about to get paddled.
Cathy
watched through the open office door as the girls entered the
office, were scolded and then stretched out across the desk.
She
could barely breathe as the paddle rose and fell and the girls
begged for mercy.
When
the girls were leaving the room, Cathy caught Barry’s eye.
“Now
what?” his
expression asked.
“I want
to do it in your office,” Cathy said, that night as they were in
bed.
“Do
what?” he asked.
“The
whole nine yards! I want to be sitting in a classroom, have you
call me over the intercom. Have to wait at least a few minutes
in your office. Then get it with the principal’s paddle, while
stretched over your desk, with the office door open.
“You’re
nuts!” he said.
“No,
I’m horny. I’m also the wife you can never say no to.”
Barry
shook his head.
“When
could we do it?”
“Now.
Tonight. The kids are asleep and we’ll only be a few blocks
away. You have keys and it’s not all that late. We’ll be locked
in and if anyone says anything tomorrow you can say that you had
some work to finish and went there to do it. Please, Barry!”
“Sure,”
he said.
They
dressed quickly and were at the school in a very few minutes.
Barry unlocked a classroom and Cathy took a seat in one of the
hard, dirty, wooden chairs.
Barry
waited a few minutes before summoning her to his office via the
loud speaker.
His
words echoed through the empty building and Cathy felt the rush
she imagined the students to feel at hearing the summons.
She
walked quickly to the main office and sat in one of the
straight-backed chairs.
The
minutes ticked by and then Barry opened his office door.
“Mrs.
Morris told me to give you a good spanking, young lady,” he
said. “Do you know why?”
Cathy
hesitated a moment. “Not shutting up through class, being late
to class, talking back to her, throwing spitballs, whatever kids
get sent to her for.”
Barry
opened his desk drawer and slowly removed the paddle. It
appeared far bigger than it had at home. Cathy drew a sharp
breath.
“Ten
swats or I call your parents,” he announced.
“Ten?”
Cathy squeaked, mesmerized by the paddle.
“More
if you don’t cooperate,” he said.
“The
swats, please,” she said, still not taking her eyes off the
paddle.
“Assume
the position,” Barry ordered.
Cathy
took a sharp breath and then positioned herself at the front of
his desk.
The ten
swats were delivered quickly and efficiently. Tears flowed down
her face.
“Thank
you!” she whispered, collapsing against the desk. “Fuck me now!”
They
made slow, lazy love on the carpet in front of his desk. Moments
after they were through, they heard someone in the hall.
“Barry!” Camilla called out.
“Holy
shit,” Barry said, slamming the office door and grabbing his
clothes.
In the
two seconds it took Camilla Barnes to reach the door and knock
on it, Barry and Cathy were somewhat presentable.
“I saw
your car and wondered if everything was all right,” Camilla
said.
“Fine,
we were just leaving. Barry had some work to finish up and I
came along for the ride.”
“It’s
obvious what you were doing,” Camilla said. She glanced at the
paddle still on Barry’s desk and sniffed the air. “Any fool
could see you’ve had a little painful foreplay followed by some
fantastic sex! Here! In the office!”
Before
either of them could speak, Camilla turned and strode into her
own office.
“We’re
of age. We’re consenting adults. We’re married,” Barry blurted
out, following Camilla to her office.
“And,
you need to hide all the evidence,” she said, taking a scented
candle from her desk.
“Go
ahead and light this, I’ll make sure to blow it out before I
leave. Makes it smell a bit feminine, but at least it won’t
smell like sex in the morning. Cathy, if you want to initial the
paddle, that’s fine, but do use a pseudonym or your maiden name
so the students don’t figure it out! Have a good night.”
Cathy
hurried back to Barry’s office and lit the candle. She was quite
relieved that Barry still had her job and their secret was safe
with Camilla.
“You
did say you were finished with the office for the night?”
Camilla asked, a twinkle in her eye.
“Yes,”
Barry said.
“Good.
Because I really need it. Remember Bill Poster from two years
ago?”
“The
delinquent? Sure. He was in here all the time. Between us we
must have spanked him at least a dozen time.”
Barry’s
voice trailed off and realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
“He’s
21 now and says getting paddled by me was the sexiest experience
of his life. We ran into one another by chance this afternoon,
he invited me out to dinner and well, he wanted his ‘just
desserts,” if you get my drift. So, if you’ll excuse us,” she
reached for the intercom, “I have a former student waiting to be
disciplined. Will you bring the paddle and then close this door
on your way out?”
Barry
did as he was told and then he and Cathy scurried from the
building as they heard Camilla call Bill to her office.
They
laughed all the way home.
“Camilla and a student?” Cathy asked. “Who’d have thought?”
“Camilla and anybody!” Barry agreed. “I guess the Boss Lady and
I will have to make up a schedule so we won’t run into each
other again.”
Cathy
slipped off her seat belt and shoulder harness and snuggled next
to Barry.
“I hope
Bill’s getting it at least half as good as I did,” she said.
“Probably better. Camilla’s had a lot more practice.”
“You’ll
get plenty of practice,” Cathy said. “I promise.”
And she
stayed true to her word.
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