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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 >said. >"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 >mistake?" >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 >here? >"Yes, sir," said the oldest one, Mia. "But we're still >here." >"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 >this!" >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 >surprisedly. >"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 >present." >"Girls, that's really good of you, but it's really not >necessary..." >"Our present is a birthday spanking, sir!" said Diana >excitedly. >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..." >"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 >blanket!" >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." >"Right!" >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. >"What?" >"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 >student." >"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." >"Sir?" >"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 >is..." >"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 >while. >"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 >ready?" >"Y-Yes!" >"Wait a second!" said Ms. Charline. >Darn. >"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 >squeals. >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. >"Mia!" >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. >"Well?" >"Oh, alright," she smiled. "I'm guilty as charged, >sir." >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, >because..." >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. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |