A School Paddling Remembered

[Veronica Daniels]

In the Daniel's household we have a rating system as to whether something is stimulating, exciting, or interesting. We call it "The Chub Factor" - go ahead and guess where that comes from!

Anyway, the following story was sent to us from one of our friends in the spanking community who would like to remain anonymous. Dr. D has assured me that is rates very high on the "Chub Factor" scale and we felt many of you would find it very interesting and hopefully stimulating! Enjoy! We sure did!


"It all begins surprising enough for me in high school football. The athletic program had a long standing tradition, designed to promote academic excellence. The strict regimen dictated that if you received grades below a "C" in an academic subject, or even more significantly any grade less then an "A" in conduct, you were subjected to a severe paddling in front of your fellow athletes. This was before the days of TASK or other test that charted advancement, and the paddle was still in wide use with the exception of girls.

On report card day we would bring our grades to the field house and get in line loudly telling the coach how many swats we had earned. We assumed the position grabbing the "bench". The short section of bench in front of the lone locker symbolizing the past generations of players that were no longer with us. No one ever sits on that bench, but it did have an important place on report card day. You were expected to bend over and grab the bench and never let go, no matter how hard the adversity. This difficulty was what gave us tenacity, and built character.
The coaches would do their best to make every swat count, the group counted out loud. There was a lot of pride on the line and most would do everything possible to take the beating without letting any pain show. This was some times a struggle! These coaches were all former collage athletes themselves and knew how to awing the paddle! The bench was something you held on to even if you fell down or dropped to your knees. If you did let go of the bench it was time to start all over with the paddling.

The time in question, and the one I remember most, was my junior year when our team manager was an extremely good looking senior girl. She received her grades earning a "C" in conduct in 3 different classes...this would amount to 6 hard swats. Conduct was the one thing that there was no excuse for, the coaches considered that a serious offense. If you had any thing less then an "A" in conduct it was as if you dishonored the program and the coaches would really make sure you remembered the day! Most receiving the worst of it had black and blue butts and even a little blood spotting on the team gray shorts.

Both of her parents were teachers in the school system, and her father was even a former coach. The coaches were afraid to subject her to the same treatment as the other guys for fear of a charge of abuse against them. The fact she weighed in at 95 lbs., there were two games left, and one of them our biggest rivalry. Their answer was to suspend her from going to games for 3 weeks, or what amounted to the rest of the season. This was unbearable to her, as she had been a team manager since she was a freshman and her father coached the team.

The situation quickly became the talk of the town, she demanded that she receive the same treatment as the boys! The rest of the player's swats were put on hold until this was settled, and the whole affair almost went to court. Well in the end she got her wish, the school board was afraid that if she did not get equal treatment, the rest of the team world suffer the same as her - a suspension of playing for part of the season.

She showed up wearing the same thin cotton gray athletic shorts as the rest of the team. The line was formed and when it was her turn she smiled and bent over grabbing the bench. She had no idea what was coming next, and in front of the team consisting of 25 guys, she was told to bend over. Her dad was a big guy and a former collage football player. He administered her swats per the agreement with the other coaches. All the other players offered to take her swats, but that was not going to happen. The president of the school board at this time was a semi-famous womens rights activist in college and it was her decision was that this would be the young girl's choice. She directed that if she chose the paddle she would receive it as hard as any other person receiving the paddle.

She was bent over for a long time before her dad drew the paddle back. The room was silent, and every boy in the room was holding their breath, and also watching her little butt! The paddle swished in a streak towards her, the smack was loud and she dropped to her knees, never letting go of the bench. She was shocked I guess at the amount of pain that was shooting from her backside. She told us later that her father had never spanked her, and neither had her mother, this was her first experience at corporal punishment. The tears were flowing as the second, and third swat were just a hard, her father was not letting giving her any leeway. I can tell you this, he did not spare the paddle, and in fact I believe he laid into her to make sure that it was not mis-construed as her getting off easier then the rest. On the 4th swat she was sobbing uncontrollably and with each swat her knees would go down to the floor but her grip on the bench never let go! Her father was even more determined to lay it on her; I suspect he was not happy she brought the bad light to everyone involved. The last swat was traditionally the worst, and this was to be no different. She was crying and we could see her cheeks as her shorts rode up...they were red and bruised. He raised the paddle one last time, and she flinched before the swat. As she stuck her butt back out and closed her eyes, the paddle came down with a loud crack! She screamed out and was bawling, falling on the ground.

The tradition was that the guys were always showing off the bruises and bragging about how they never felt it. She promised to show us just the same way. Her father was aware of this tradition and stood there as she pulled up her shorts like a thong, her butt cheeks totally black and blue! Years later I had a chance meeting with her in a club and spent the rest on the night talking about that day. She told me she was excited about it, and never had a clue that the paddling was going to be that extreme. She continues to be very much turned on by the thought of this kind of spanking, and has even asked for something like it but not quite as severe".

[garyspk]

VERY high on the "chub factor" indeed. Excellent story!

Interesting story. I just signed up for the forum, looking forward to
reading the comments from like minded people on this site.

FLA guy

[spanked~amber]

Welcome aboard FLA guy.

[RG_]

Originally Posted by spanked~amber

Welcome aboard FLA guy.

Indeed. Welcome to MSF Fla Guy.