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27 Mayıs 2023, 21:09
They call me Mr. Kendrick. When I say "they" I'm of course referring to the students. I'm a principal at a small private school. The school is divided into elementary, middle, and high schools respectively. I'm in charge of the high school. I've gotten to know many students over the years, but one that always stands out in my mind is a girl by the name of Laura Spivey. Laura stands five foot seven with a slender, athletic figure. She has dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. She keeps herself in great shape. She was active on the school's volleyball and track teams and excelled at both sports. Many of the male students found her quite attractive.Now I have to give you a little background on our school to explain why she's special. Ours is not as formal or old-fashioned as other private schools. Students don't wear uniforms here for example. We provide a quality education with programs to help every student be their absolute best. One thing that the leadership firmly believes in is that order and discipline must be maintained to have a good learning environment.*Many times when students are sent to my office for disciplinary action, the standard procedure is to assign them Saturday detention. When given this they are required to report in on Saturday morning at the normal school start time, and spend half a day studying or doing school work quietly. This can be an effective consequence as it robs the student of the chance to sleep in on the weekend.However, there is an alternative available. if the student doesn?t want to attend school on a Saturday, they have the option of receiving corporal punishment, administered by me. I use a wooden paddle on a clothed bottom, and can give them anywhere from three to ten licks at my discretion. This is entirely by the student's choice and is never mandated. About half of the student body will exercise this option.When students are sent to my office during the week I meet with them one on one. I give them until Friday to make their decision. On Friday afternoon during the last class period of the day, I have each of them summoned to the office. Once they have all arrived. I ask who among them wants to opt for Saturday detention. Those students are then dismissed to return to class. For the remaining students, I confirm that they each want to opt for corporal punishment instead. Then I have them sit in the waiting area outside of my office, and call them in one at a time to take their licks.*This is where Laura has separated herself from the crowd. She always opted for corporal punishment, and to date, I have paddled her more than any other student at this school. She never cried, or screamed out loud like many others did. The https://escortium.org (https://escortium.org/) only sounds she would make were soft whimpers, and muffled moans.*I first paddled Laura early on in her freshman year. Since it was her first visit and a minor infraction I gave her the standard three licks. When she wound up in my office again three weeks later, I decided to give her five licks, thinking that would be sufficient to get through to her. A few weeks later I had to increase it to ten. I went on to paddle Laura a total of six times her freshman year alone. She seemed to want to outdo herself after that, as I would paddle her eight times the following year, and another eight her Junior year. In her Senior year at our school, I paddled her a record ten times.After the first few sessions, I began to understand that she liked it.* Sometimes Laura and I would pass in the hallway, and she would give me this certain look that told me what was on her mind. Eventually, it got to where I would return the look because as much as I hated to admit it, I was enjoying administering her punishments as well.*Finally, the day arrived that Laura's class graduated. The ceremony was held on a Friday afternoon. Then around 8:00 PM, a school-sponsored graduation party was to be held at a local bowling alley near the school. It would be an all-night party, lock in style. The bowling alley had a full restaurant on-site, a video arcade, and a separate room where staff would set up a projector and show movies. The graduates always enjoyed it thoroughly.*This year I had an idea for how I was going to say goodbye to Laura personally. After the ceremony, graduates took a moment to chat with each other and their families, take a few photos and then began filing out of the auditorium. Laura had told her parents that she'd meet them back at home. She stayed around to talk to a couple of her friends. The friends left and Laura was getting ready to leave when I stopped her en route to the door."Laura, do you have a moment?? I asked.*"Certainly Mr. Kendrick.?"Laura, I'm going to be catching up on some paperwork at my office tonight. I have something at the office to give you.*I was thinking you could stop by on your way to the party tonight, maybe around seven?"*Laura's face lit up with excitement.*"Definitely," She replied. "I'll see you at seven."Laura arrived that evening just before seven PM. I appreciated her promptness. I let her in the front door of the school. She was dressed in her Senior class t-shirt, a pair of blue jean shorts, and low-rise socks with closed-toed sandals. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked lovely.*After leading her back to my office, I had her close the door behind her and take a seat in the chair in front of my desk. I sat in my office chair and looked across the desk at her.*"Laura, " I began. "Let me tell you one more time, congratulations.""Thank you." She replied cheerfully.*"Even though we had frequent meetings about your behavior over the years, I just want you to know that you were one of my favorite students. It has been an honor and a privilege to be your principal these last 4 years. I'm going to miss you next year. And, as I said earlier, I have something special for you.*I want to give you a graduation present that's useful for the future.*"You see, in the world outside of high school there is a lot of work to be done to build the life you want to lead. There's something that you're going to need to get you through the long days ahead. That's what I want to give you tonight Laura.*I want to give you the gift of discipline."*With that, I reached into my desk drawer, took out the paddle and laid it on my desktop. Laura's eyes lit up at the sight, and she couldn't suppress a wide grin.*She looked at me and said, "To tell the truth, Mr. Kendrick, I was hoping that's why you invited me to the office tonight."*"We have to come to an understanding first. Paddling was always a choice afforded to students, but it was never compulsory. In a way paddling always required your consent. That's even more true now because you're eighteen, and as of this afternoon, no longer a student of this school.*So, if I give you my gift the rules governing how I can paddle you will no longer apply. I will need nothing less than your full consent. With that knowledge, Laura, do I have your consent to discipline you tonight?"*Laura inhaled deeply and exhaled.*"Yes Sir. You have my consent to discipline me in whatever way you see fit.""Very well. Before we begin, there?s something that I need you to do.""Yes Sir. Anything.""I need you to make a confession. I want to know your motivation for coming to this office to be paddled more times than any other student. I want to know what you felt both during and after your punishment. I want to hear you say it all out loud. Hold nothing back. Be one hundred percent honest."Laura blushed a bright cherry red, then began.*"Well, Sir. The first time that I was sent to your office, I chose to be paddled out of convenience. I had plans with friends for that Friday night, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep those plans if I had Saturday detention.*When that Friday afternoon came and you paddled me, it was only three licks, but it left me very sore.*"Later that day when I was in my room at home, I was on my bed, laying front side down. I started to think about it, about my punishment. I was kind of replaying the whole thing in my head:*the way you made me bend over the desk, how you laid on each swat one at a time, pausing for a couple of seconds in between.*I thought of how each swat was harder than I had expected, and how I wasn't upset about that but impressed.*"Somehow in the course of that my hand found its way in between my legs, and I rubbed until I was satisfied. Strangely, the climax felt even better with a sore bottom.*After that, I had to know if that was just a fluke or if it would always feel like that. So I waited a couple of weeks to misbehave and get sent to your office again. I even kind of enjoyed the way you scolded me that time.*"I once again opted for the paddling, and got five licks this time. I went home and did the same thing. It seemed like the more sore my bottom was, the better it felt. I was really excited the third time, when you told me that I was going to get the full ten swats this time, and any time I came in after that.*From then on I started acting up. Not all the time, just whenever I felt the urge for a sore backside.*"I'd get my paddling, wait a week or two for my bottom to heal, then I'd start planning what I was going to do to get in trouble again. It was mostly little things. I'd deliberately show up tardy to a class a few times. I'd say a cuss word with a teacher standing nearby. I might occasionally mouth off, or turn in homework late. Whatever it took.*After a while, I started fantasizing about my next paddling. I'd even fantasize about you doing horrible things to me when you punished me.""Like what? '' I replied. ?Be specific.""Sometimes I'd imagine that I was going to get more than ten licks. I imagined you paddling me to tears, giving me extra swats on the bare." Her face turned bright red again.*"I even imagined you telling me to strip fully nude for my paddling, and telling me that was how it would be done from now on. It excited me to think of standing in front of you stark naked, as you looked my body over.*"I would pleasure myself to these fantasies both before and after paddlings. I know its terribly perverted of me to feel like this but, every time you paddled me." *She paused for just a second. "I loved it. I loved the way you ordered me over the desk.* I loved how hard you gave it. I loved struggling to take it. I loved going home and bringing myself to climax afterward. I loved the sore bottom I'd have for the next week or so. And I loved you for giving it to me. As crazy as it might sound, I think that's the part of high school I'm going to miss the most."I looked across the desk at her. Her face was still red. "I don't think you're perverted, or crazy Laura. In fact, I think that you are quite courageous. Its not easy to be that honest sometimes, and you handled it very well."