It
was really a bad day at school today and there was no one for me to talk to.
My
parents were in their own little world and my friends lived pretty far away, not
within walking or bicycling distance, for sure. So, after doing my homework, I
went outside to shoot baskets. If my next door neighbor wanted to be disturbed,
he would hear me shooting baskets in the driveway and appear outside for awhile
to talk. We would sit at his patio table and talk, it was safe from anyone else
hearing our conversation. He was safe to talk to and was interested in the things
that were of interest to me. I had found out that his nickname was "Godmother"
and he told me that I really needed one and he would be it. So, I had a guy for
a godmother and I readily accepted that for I knew I needed his guidance.
Godmother
had given me my first spanking when I had accidentally scratched his beloved Harley.
It was carelessness on my part and I had felt so terrible about it. He had taken
me over his knee, bared my bottom and spanked me like a little girl. It was embarrassing,
but he wasn’t out to humiliate me, just punish me for behavior that was far beneath
my 16 years. To this day, he had never mentioned it again and I knew he had forgiven
me for scratching his bike long before he gave me the spanking. He spanked me
so that I would feel punished, forgive myself for the incident, and be free of
guilt. His method had worked and I was a believer in his discipline methods. My
behavior at school today was worse than anything I had ever done and I wasn’t
even sure Godmother could fix this one. However, I did know he would listen to
me and I really needed that right now.
A low whistle penetrated the air and
it was my signal that Godmother was outside waiting on me. I rolled my basketball
against the fence and went to his backyard, moving with the weight of the whole
world on my shoulders. He had fixed two glasses of iced water and I was thirsty
after my half-hour workout. Sitting down, I greedily drank half the glass and
sat there staring at the glass.
“Young lady,” he began, “you have something
on your mind that you need to tell me.” Not moving my eyes away from the glass,
it was uncanny how he just knew things. The tears started welling in my eyes as
I searched for a way to tell him about my awful behavior.
“Oh, Godmother,”
I sobbed, “I was terrible to my favorite teacher today at school. He was trying
to help me with math word problems and I exploded at him. I just couldn’t figure
out what the problems were asking and he kept trying to help me. When I gave up,
he still wanted me to try just a little harder and I called him a jackass. He
didn’t say anything to me; he just walked away with a sad look on his face. I
felt so terrible.”
Listening to me intently, Godmother replied in an even
tone of voice, “That was very wrong of you to resort to name calling because you
got frustrated with your math. Did you tell him you were sorry?”
It hadn’t
dawned on me to say anything after watching the teacher walk away.
“No, sir,
I didn’t,” answering Godmother’s question.
“You called him a jackass and then
you didn’t even apologize, is this what you are telling me?” asked Godmother.
“Yes, sir,” was all I could manage to say in my misery.
“Bring me this teacher’s
name and phone number and be quick about it,” were my directions from Godmother.
Five
minutes later, I had handed Godmother the phone number and he had gone inside
to call my teacher. It seemed like he was taking forever to talk to my teacher.
Sitting down to the table, Godmother had a grim look on his face and I knew I
was in big trouble. My bottom started clenching and unclenching and had a tingly
feeling. A spanking was in order and I knew it sure as I was sitting there.
“Your teacher is a very nice man and was deeply hurt by your behavior, as you
well know,” Godmother began. “Tell your mother that I will drive you to school
tomorrow because you have to be there an hour early and I can take you. You will
receive your punishment at school before all the kids arrive and your teacher
will be there. You can tell him then how badly you behaved and how sorry you are
for getting mad when he was trying to help you,” Godmother said this like it was
the most natural thing to be done.
My mind was spinning; I was going to be
spanked at school in front of my favorite teacher. Greenbury had a no corporal
punishment policy, so I knew Godmother was going to spank me, which, strangely,
I found comforting.
Thanking Godmother for helping me with this, I left and
went home for dinner and then to my room where, after countless thoughts, I drifted
off to sleep.
Too soon, the alarm clock jolted me out of bed. My clean
uniform was already laid out, a shirt and a pleated jumper. Slowly, I climbed
into my clothes, drank some orange juice for breakfast, and gathered my books.
My feet felt like lead as I walked next door. Godmother was waiting for my on
his front porch and he had a long carrying case next to him. We got in the car
and drove to Greenbury in silence. Instinct told me that this spanking was going
to be a lot different than the last one Godmother had given me. Little did I know
how right I would be.
My teacher, Mr. Young, was waiting in his office when
we arrived. I had started to cry, which had blurred my vision and Godmother had
taken my hand and led me to Mr. Young’s office. The two men introduced themselves.
The tears continued to stream down my face, their saltiness trickling over my
trembling lips.
Godmother turned to me, “Young lady, what do have to say for
yourself?”
Managing to find my voice, I knew what all I had to say, “Mr. Young,
I am so sorry I got angry yesterday and called you a bad name. Godmother, will
give me a spanking so that I will be forgiven for my rude behavior?”
Mr. Young
said, “take your punishment and this will be the end of it, there will be no further
actions taken against you.”
At this point, Godmother reached into his carrying
case and produced a medium sized paddle. Seeing the paddle, I broke down and cried
even more. My eyes now puffy and blurred by my rivers of remorse, I only felt
that I had been moved out into the middle of the hallway. A strong arm on the
middle of my back bent me forward so that I instinctively placed my hands on both
of me knees for support. I was stuck in this position with my bottom jutting out.
All of a sudden, in one motion, the back of my jumper was lifted and my panties
went to my knees. I let out a surprised “oh” and tried to move away, but the strong
arm on my back held me in place.
CRACK ... went the paddle into my tender
white bottom. I shrieked in surprise and anguish. The burning sensation made me
cry harder and my tears were rapidly forming puddles on the floor. CRACK
... went the paddle again. My tender bottom stung like hell and I was beside myself
with pain. It burned terribly, like a hot iron. CRACK, the noise from the
paddle was deafening in the empty hallway and it made my paddling seem that much
worse. THWACK, the force made me take a tiny step forward and I could feel
my bottom still jiggling from the force. THWACK, the sound echoed in the
hallway and I knew my bottom was brilliant red, it was burning and it felt scalded.
I remained bent over and felt my dress fall on my inflamed bottom. Godmother told
me to stand up as he squatted in front of me. My hands were covering my face as
I cried my heart out.
Very gently, Godmother pulled my panties up over my swollen,
tender bottom and I was allowed to stand up. He hugged me for a minute then turned
me around to face Mr. Young. Through the tears, I told Mr. Young how sorry I was
and that I would never let my temper get out of control again.
Graciously,
Mr. Young told me, “You have been punished and I see that you are very sorry.
Tomorrow will be a new day and we can start fresh, go home now and rest up. We
shall see what for tomorrow brings when it comes.”
Godmother took my hand and
led me to his car. There, in the front passenger seat, was a pillow for me to
sit on. Despite his harshness, Grandmother could show immence kindness and I was
extremely grateful. Shortly, we arrived back at Godmother’s house. I was very
sore and worn out.
Godmother turned on the TV and cut the volume down low so
I had to strain to hear it. He said that I would stay at his house until school
was over. He would tell my mother that he had picked me up from school. Again
I was grateful that he would not need to inform my mother of my ordeal. Spying
the couch, I laid down in front of the TV on my side, careful not to make contact
with my tender bottom. Still, not comfortable, I rolled onto my stomach just to
make sure that my bottom was protected. Godmother came over and crouched next
to me. He told me how proud he was that I had taken my paddling so well.
“You
will see tomorrow that all is forgiven and forgotten”, he whispered.
My eyes
were feeling very heavy and I began to fall asleep. A sleep that is only known
to a well-spanked little girl. The last thing I remember was a soft, light blanket
gently being placed over me as I murmured, “thank you, Godmother.”. |
