Disclaimer
This is a work of fantasy, involving nudity and consensual spanking. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or incidents is a coincidence. If you are under the age of 18 or this concept offends you, please read no further. This work may be freely copied providing this notice remains intact.
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"Hurry up, we'll be late for practice!" Marsha's friend called to her from the library door.
Marsha hit the CANCEL button on the print screen, and quickly logged off the computer. She wanted to print out the story she was reading to show her friend later, but there was no time now. She knew she shouldn't be reading stories in the "spanking" newsgroup, but no one in the library was watching her and she thought she could get away with it. "Besides," she thought to herself, "I bet guys look at a whole lot worse than this, and nobody says anything to them!" Marsha gathered up her books, and sped out the door held open by her friend. They raced down the hallway to the gym, where they were due for volleyball practice. They had a meet this weekend, and this was their last chance to work out.
Marsha was in too much of a hurry as she left the library to hear the quiet "whirr" of the printer, followed by the "ka-chunk, plop!" as the paper was ejected into the waiting output tray.
A short while after Marsha left, the librarian walked through the door. She pushed chairs back under the tables, arranged tables, and picked up loose paper from the floor where it had been dropped or thrown. As she passed by the computer table, her eye was caught by the paper lying in the printer output tray. "Oh," she thought to herself, "another student forgot to take their printout with them when they left." As she scanned the paper to see who it belonged to, her eyes opened in surprise. "Goodness!" she thought, as she read the story printed on the paper. "I wonder who printed this out?" Quickly scanning down the sign-up sheet, she noted Marsha's name was the last one entered. Her lips tightened into a thin line as she picked up her desk telephone and called the principal. When he answered, she quickly explained what she had found, and the identity of the culprit. Nodding, she placed the telephone back, and walked out of the library to the main office - the incriminating paper clutched tightly in her hand. Her heels clicked on the hard floor as she marched to the office.
"... and here's what she printed." she finished, handing the paper to the principal.
He took the paper from her hand and read it slowly, nodding. "Hmm. Yes." he muttered. "I see what you mean." he said, looking up at her. "Well, I think Marsha needs to be shown the difference between reading about being disciplined, and having it actually happen. What do you say we pay Marsha a visit in the gym, hmm?"
He reached for the telephone on the desk and made a short call the the gym. "We have a discipline problem here." he said. "I want you to cut short practice when we come down, and have the girls lined up and ready for us. You know what to do." He replaced the phone back in its cradle.
He reached down and pulled open the lower drawer in his desk and pulled out a long, flat, black case. It looked like a case for a musical instrument and, in a way, it was. He stood up, holding the case, and smiled. "Let's go." he said, ushering the librarian out the office door towards the gym. She smiled up at him, knowing what was in store for Marsha. The halls were empty, but for the custodian sweeping up.
The coach saw them striding up to the open gym door. "Tweet!" The whistle shrilled. "Ok, girls! Come over here and line up for me." He clapped his hands together to emphasize. The girls walked over to the side of the gym, looking at each other, wondering what this interruption in their practice was all about. As they settled down, the principal and librarian stepped up before them.
"Girls," the principal began, "a little while ago, Miss Jones found this paper in the library printer." Waving the paper in his hand, he looked at the girls. "Let me read to you what's on it." He began to read, looking down at the paper in his hand. "He yanked her shorts down and threw them in the corner. Grasping the waistband of her panties, he ripped them off, baring her quivering cheeks." He paused for a moment, looking up at the girls, before continuing. "Picking up the paddle, he swung he arm back. Bring it down, he applied the paddle to her vulnerable bottom, and was rewarded by the solid sound of wood meeting bare flesh, shortly followed by the poor girl's cries of pain and protest."
Dropping his hand, he looked at the girls sternly. "Now, I want to know who's been reading and printing this stuff!"
The girls looked at each other in stunned silence.
"If I don't get an answer, I will suspend the whole lot of you. They will be NO meet this weekend if I don't get to the bottom of this!" He said, scowling.
The librarian worked hard to hide a smile at his unintentional pun.
"Uh, sir?" One of the girls spoke up, hesitantly.
"Yes?" he said, turning to the girl. He was disappointed to see it was not Marsha.
"Well, um..." she stuttered, looking around at the other girls - and Marsha.
Marsha frantically shook her head at her friend. "No!" her eyes pleaded.
"When I went to get Marsha in the library before practice, I saw her at the computer. I think she was trying to print something."
Marsha shot her friend a dirty look at her betrayal.
