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A School Spanking
(*****, MF/fm, Severe, nc severe schoolgirl caning, sex)
Two randy teens discover love as they suffer the rod and strap at school. (Approximately 5,352 words. Originally published 2003-12.)
"Jenna Malone!" cried Mrs. Pamplemouse. "Get your butt up here right NOW!"
Blushing furiously and trembling, the pretty cheerleader walked to the front of the class. Her denim jeans were molded to her full, round ass, and Jerry couldn't take his eyes off the glorious cheeks as they swayed back and forth.
"How dare you cheat in my class!" roared the teacher.
"I'm sorry," sobbed the girl, terrified. "I... I wasn't ready for a quiz and I--"
"Shut up!" Mrs. Pamplemouse wasted no more time scolding the girl: she yanked her forward and bent her across her desk.
The big wooden paddle with the air holes in it was in her hands in a flash, and the BOOM when it hit shook the room like an earthquake. Jenna wailed and kicked her feet, but was smart enough to remain in position. Bang! Bang! Bang! went the paddle, Jenna rising to her tiptoes and groaning with each powerful swat.
Jerry was drooling. Jenna's butt was amazing by itself, but being paddled the curvy flesh was a hundred times prettier. This was the most incredible day of his life. There was only one thing missing...
... and when he heard Mrs. Pamplemouse say the words, "Take down your jeans," he nearly fainted. He watched as the teary-eyed brunette slowly rose and began to unfasten her jeans.
"Here it comes," he thought. His dick felt like it had rammed a hole through his pants.
Jenna's jeans were so tight she had to wiggle to get them down. Her butt went this way, then that, and back again. Slowly, inch by inch, the jeans descended.
As Jerry glimpsed the white of the girl's panties, he woke up. His mom was shaking his shoulder and telling him he overslept. He glanced downward and saw with horror his blanket was tented with his prominent erection. He quickly rolled to one side, blushing and praying his mom hadn't seen.
"I'm up, I'm up," he groaned, totally depressed at the realization his fantasy had only been a dream.
He'd had a secret crush on Jenna Malone for months. She was one of the top cheerleaders, a total babe, and she didn't know he existed. Which was probably a good thing, because if she'd known he'd have had to deal with knowledge that she knew him and didn't like him. At least this way he could blame her ignoring him on ignorance.
Mrs. Pamplemouse's English class was eerily reminiscent of his dream. Right on schedule she announced the pop quiz; Jerry was relieved he'd reviewed the reading on the school bus.
As he wrote in his answers, Jerry glanced over at sweet Jenna. She was frowning, her perfect lips curled into a delicate pout. Obviously, she hadn't studied. Then, like a flash, he saw the open textbook in her lap. She leaned back slightly, looking downward, then wrote on her paper.
"She's cheating! She's _really_ cheating!" he thought. He couldn't believe this was happening.
The roaring in his ears went to shattering volume when he heard the unmistakable harsh voice of Mrs. Pamplemouse: "Miss Malone, just what do you think you are doing?"
"Ma'am?" Jenna was pale, but put on her most innocent face.
"Stand up. On your feet. NOW!"
Trembling, the girl rose. Jerry's heart was thumping like rock concert. The textbook slid from the girl's lap and she caught it, deftly closing it and placing it on her chair.
"Miss Malone, you are aware that we have rules against cheating?"
Jenna stared at the floor and didn't say a word. She was shaking.
"Front and center."
Panic entered the girl's face. "Oh no, please ma'am! No!"
Jerry's dick was swelling. "This can't be real," he thought. "I must still be dreaming! I bet I fell back asleep after Mom woke me up."
Jenna wasn't wearing jeans, but a skirt: a lovely denim skirt that hugged her bottom tightly. Jerry gulped and rearranged himself down below. He was glad he was sitting in the back row of the class -- everyone was watching the spectacle at the front of the room.
Mrs. Pamplemouse pulled her chair out from behind her desk and sat down. In her hand was a small wooden paddle with a blade about the size of a paperback. Jenna was crying and shaking her head and babbling on about "never doing it again" and other nonsense. But like millions of naughty schoolchildren before in the same situation, it did no good. She went right across the teacher's lap.
And right back up, for Mrs. Pamplemouse had found that the girl's skirt was far too tight to be raised after she was in position. In fact, it was too tight to be flipped or even rolled up when she was standing!
"Remove your skirt!" said Mrs. Pamplemouse sternly. There was something about Mrs. Pamplemouse when she used that tone that meant you didn't argue. Sniffling with self-pity and blushing furiously, Jenna kept her back to the class as she unfastened and slipped the skirt down. She stepped out of it prettily, but all Jerry had eyes for were the skimpy, lacy white French-cut panties she wore. They were almost thongs, leaving most of her ass bare. Jerry felt a powerful surge between his legs as he stared at those glorious hams.
In seconds, Jenna was over the teacher's broad lap and the paddle was smacking down. The deafening SPLAT with each paddle contact brought a howl of agony from Jenna, who was sobbing and kicking like a baby.
Jerry was almost in agony himself, his dick was so cramped. At every blow it seemed to expand still further. He had to reposition it again, and when he had a hold of it, he couldn't help himself: through his jeans his hand went up and down the shaft just a little and then, suddenly, he was spasming in a delicious, mind-bending orgasm.
When Jerry opened his eyes, a blissful smile of utter joy on his face, he started and gasped in horror. Mrs. Pamplemouse loomed above him, the paddle gripped tightly in her hand.
"Think I can't see this far back, Mr. Jenkins? You filthy, naughty boy! How dare you. Right in my class!"
The dream had turned into a nightmare. Jerry found himself being dragged by an earlobe toward the front of the class. The room was deadly silent, yet he knew it was full of snickers and giggles. Everyone had watched him. Everyone knew!
"Pants down, Mr. Jenkins," ordered the teacher, and Jerry, his face going chartreuse, obeyed. He fumbled with the button fly for a few seconds, but finally managed. The jeans started to drop.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw pretty Jenna was standing facing the blackboard, her punished bottom on display. The French-cut panties hadn't been enough for Mrs. Pamplemouse -- she had pulled them down to the girl's knees so her bottom was fully bare. The round cheeks were scarlet with dark crimson blotches of pain. Jenna was still weeping.
Without a thought, Jerry's dick sprang to life, intercepting the descending jeans. They caught, hanging there, and there was no hiding the source of the problem. He quickly reached to unhook them, but Mrs. Pamplemouse had already seen. Her face was livid.
"You _horrible_ boy!" she screamed. "I was just going to paddle you like I did Jenna, but it's obvious a naughty boy like you needs a lot more punishment than a mere paddling."
Before Jerry could move, she reached out and grabbed his underpants and yanked them to his ankles. His dick sprang forth and swayed in her face, but she ignored it, grabbing his earlobe and dragging him across her lap.
In seconds Jerry was in more pain then he'd ever felt in whole life. The paddle was like a hot iron, scalding him with every touch. He felt tears racing down his cheeks, so hot they seemed to sear their own path through his skin, leaving permanent canals. He howled and kicked like a child, begging the teacher to stop hurting him.
But Mrs. Pamplemouse was an expert: she paddled him for a full five minutes, making sure she wore out every inch of his backside. Then she sent him to the blackboard to stand next to Jenna, his jeans and underwear around his ankles, his raw, blistered butt on display for everyone.
"Hands on your head!" ordered the monster, and he obeyed, noting Jenna was in the same horrible position. It was worse for him though, for he could do nothing about his body. He saw Jenna glance toward him and immediately his soldier saluted. He blushed even more furiously, staring straight ahead and trying to pretend she wasn't looking, but his dick just kept growing and growing, until it touched the chalk tray of the blackboard in front of him. Jerry wanted to die.
Mrs. Pamplemouse ordered the rest of the students to finish their quizzes. Jerry opened his eyes and glanced to his left. Jenna had stopped crying. She was staring right at him. His heart fluttered and forgot to beat. He felt like someone was choking him.
Then, Jenna smiled. And all the pain went away. Jerry forgot he was standing half-naked in front of his entire English class, forgot his bare ass had just been roasted to 350-degrees Fahrenheit, forgot his exposed dick was sticking straight out in front of him, poking the chalk tray of the blackboard. He forgot everything but that smile.
"It was worth it," he thought to himself. "Just for that smile."
Suddenly a shadow loomed behind them. "What are you two smiling at?" There was a loud whack! and Jerry saw Jenna cringe. The explosion happened again and his ass was on fire.
"Obviously," said Mrs. Pamplemouse coldly, "I have been too gentle with the two of you. I shall send you to the headmaster."
Cold fear settled in Jerry's stomach as he heard those awful words. He wanted to scream out "No!" and beg for mercy, but he couldn't move. Dimly, he heard Mrs. Pamplemouse order him to step out of his jeans and underpants, and he felt himself obey. He slipped off his shoes and socks and soon he was naked from the waist down. He saw Jenna was sliding her panties down and off.
Mrs. Pamplemouse presented Jerry with a note. "Be back in an hour: I want the class to see Mr. Garber's work."
It was two embarrassed and depressed teenagers who shut the classroom door behind them and began walking the deserted corridor. Both were pale, frightened, and half-naked.
"It's rather chilly out here without any pants on," whispered Jenna.
Jerry flushed. He nodded, scarcely daring to believe she was talking to him.
"Have you been caned before?"
Jerry shook his head. He was afraid to speak, lest he wake up.
"Me neither. My friend Monica was caned last year; she said it hurt something awful. Felt like a red hot poker against her skin."
Jerry wasn't even thinking about the caning. He was only thinking of the lovely girl beside him. If this was what it took to meet her, the price was cheap.
Suddenly Jenna giggled. It was a delightful sound, flowing like a watery brook. Then he saw she was staring at his penis. He moved to cover it up, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. He couldn't move.
"I can't believe you're still, uh, stiff, after all that." She jerked her head back toward Mrs. Pamplemouse's classroom.
She reached out a hand and to Jerry's horror, his penis swelled to meet her. "Oh! It's getting even bigger!"
God, even nude the erection hurt! The skin of his ball sacks was squeezing his balls the way a python hugs its prey.
"Oh," said Jenna, seeing his face. "It hurts, doesn't it? I had a boyfriend who told me that erections can be quite painful. Here, let me help you."
Before Jerry could do anything, she was leaning forward. Her lips, warm and wet, embraced him. He didn't know what to do or think, so he did nothing. Her sweet tongue laved his head and his dick swelled and burst and in seconds he was pumping.
The orgasm was ten times better than the one he'd had that short lifetime ago. He collapsed to the floor, drained. Jenna stood near him, grinning, white cream on her lips and teeth.
"Oh my God!" Jerry breathed. "Oh my ...ing God!"
"I'll say," whispered Jenna, kneeling in front him and planting a kiss on his lips. He tasted his own spunk but didn't care. She'd kissed him! She'd kissed him on the lips!
"I _love_ a man who's excited to see me," she said, smiling at him. Jerry blushed and looked away. Her hand touched his cheek and turned his face to hers. "I'm serious," she said. "Those football assholes get so much pussy it's as special as a Quarter Pounder."
Finally, Jerry found his voice. "You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world," he said. "Do you know that?"
"Of course," Jenna nodded. Then she laughed, and he realized she was teasing him. "You're not so bad yourself. We need to get you to a gym, put some muscles on here" -- she squeezed his narrow biceps -- "but you've got plenty of muscle down here." Jerry gasped as she grabbed his scrotum.
After a few seconds, she let him go, still smiling that devilish smile.
"I'll follow you to hell," he said bluntly.
She nodded. "That's where we have to go. Did you forget our appointment?"
Jerry had, in fact. He stared at the note trying to remember what it was about. Dimly, it came back to him.
"I wonder what would happen if we weren't back in an hour," he said.
"We'd be punished," whispered Jenna, leaning closer. "Probably severely."
"By Mrs. Pamplemouse?"
"And by Mr. Garber."
"With the cane?"
"Of course."
Jerry shrugged. "I don't care."
"It'll hurt something awful."
"I suppose."
Jenna laughed. "I suppose I don't really care either. ... 'em." She kissed Jerry on the lips again, this time longer. His body began to react to her touch. She suddenly felt something touch her thigh and gave a little yelp.
"Oh, it's you. My, you come back to life quickly!"
"Think you'd better do something about it before we go to Garber's?"
"Why Jerry Jenkins, you have a dirty mind!"
Jerry just sighed with contentment. She even knew his name!
[Author's Note: This was where I originally ended the story, but I liked these two scamps so much I decided to see what their thrashing was like. Their punishment was cruel, but it had no effect: I'm afraid these two are incorrigible.]
Mr. Garber was big bear of a man, older, with gray hair and a gray beard, but physically fit and imposing. He towered above the two teens kneeling on the carpet in front of his desk, hands on their heads, bodies naked from the waist down. He was reading the note from Mrs. Pamplemouse, his frown deepening.
"How dare you *CHEAT*!" he roared at Jenna, his face black with rage. "And you, filthy boy! Delighting in her punishment with self-abuse? You shall both be soundly flogged!"
He opened the huge punishment cabinet and the two children trembled. The inside looked like a medieval torture chamber. Across the top were leather floggers, each with five, seven, nine, and eleven tails respectively. Canes hung under the floggers, five of them, each of a slightly different combination of length or width. One was a narrow rod without a handle, and it hung by a leather loop on the end. Along the bottom of the cabinet were numerous paddles, of all shapes and sizes. Jerry saw a couple were leather, but most were wood. They ranged from tiny ones the size of a small hairbrush to massive oars with air holes drilled across the face. There was more, but Jerry felt his eyes glazing. He couldn't take it all in.
On the swinging door of the cabinet hung several leather tawses, straps of various thickness and weight. It was one of these the headmaster carefully selected. "This is the cheater's strap," he was saying. "Let me give you a sample. Stand up, Miss Malone. Place one foot on my desk."
Unsure of the head's exact intent and extremely nervous, Jenna got to her feet and faced the massive desk. She lifted her right leg and placed it awkwardly on the desk, standing on one leg. The position exposed her blatantly and she blushed furiously.
"Good," nodded Mr. Garber. He approached her from behind and stood slightly to her left. The strap he held was flat, perhaps a quarter-inch thick, and split into two twelve-inch tails. He swung it in a semi-c