Katie was a fairly normal girl. She was 18 years old, and a senior in high school. She had a rather petite body frame and pale skin. She had lovely blue eyes and light brown hair. She was a very pretty girl, but she didn't attract as much attention from guys as she knew she could. She was simply a very shy girl who chose not to flaunt her body. Looking at her, a person couldn't tell that there was anything very interesting about Katie. There was, however, one thing that made Katie feel truly special. It was something that she would never tell anyone about, since it would be too embarrassing. Katie had an obsession with spanking. She hadn't been spanked as a child, but she had friends who were. It had always been fascinated by it, and would often look up "spanking" in the dictionary. As she got older, she would browse spanking porn on the internet. Lying awake at night, she would often masturbate while imagining a handsome man spanking her. Little did Katie know that she was about to go from only being able to imagine spanking, to being immersed so fully that she had to imagine being able to sit comfortably. This is where her story begins.
Katie quickly sat down at an empty desk in her American Government class right before the bell rang. After everyone was settled in their seats, Mrs. Johnson began class.
"Good morning class. Today, we are going to have a little discussion about an issue that will be coming up shortly before the school board. It's about corporal punishment."
The room grew silent. Some students knew what that meant. The other students just knew that it was something serious, since they had observed the reactions of their classmates.
"Here to help with our discussion is Coach Smith. He used to administer corporal punishment to students back in Arkansas."
All eyes were focused on the large man standing next to Mrs. Johnson, who continued talking.
"Now, who can tell me what I mean when I refer to corporal punishment?"
Katie halfheartedly raised her hand, but then suddenly remembered that this was an embarrassing topic for her, so she put her hand back down. It was too late though.
"Yes, Katie."
Katie blushed and slid down into her seat.
"Um... spanking?"
"That's right, Katie! Spanking! Back in the old days, when a student misbehaved, a teacher could hit that student on the butt. They usually used a wooden paddle. Coach Smith, show these students the paddle you used."
Coach Smith grabbed the paddle off of the desk and held it up for the students to see. All eyes were riveted to this scary torture device. It was much larger than they had expected. Many buttocks involuntarily clenched when students saw how thick the paddle was. Coach Smith spoke in a gruff voice.
"I made this paddle myself, and I made sure to use high quality wood. It's pretty hard, and is certainly effective when applied to the soft buttocks of an unruly student. It's too bad I don't teach shop class anymore. I would love to teach you students how to make a good reliable paddle. At the school I used to teach at, making paddles made the students realize that this was not something they wanted to be punished with. The school only allowed a maximum of 5 swats per offense, so most paddle victims were sent to me, since the faculty knew that I could really make each of those 5 swats really count. This was especially true for my athletes. A big football player can try to act tough and take his paddling like a man, but any athletes who played for me would get their paddlings in the locker room on their bare butts. I made my star quarterback cry like a little girl. That was the last paddling he earned. I can guarantee that if the school board, no pun intended, decides to bring back the paddle, this school is going to be full of the best behaved students in the state in no time at all."
A girl who was sitting beside Katie began to sob quietly. Most of the students in the class were terrified, just like Coach Smith intended, but Katie was aroused. Without thinking, Katie raised her hand.
"Coach Smith, can I hold that paddle, to see what it feels like?"
"Sure you can, although if you were a student at my old school, you might have gotten to know what it feels like in a totally different way. Just make sure to pass it around the room so everyone can hold it."
Katie was immediately drawn to the weight of the paddle. This definitely wasn't intended for light love taps. She ran her hand over the smooth wood. There was certainly plenty of flat spanking surface on this rather large paddle. She gripped the edge of the paddle and gazed upon its thickness. She squeezed the edge a little so she could get a feel for just how hard the wood was.
Two days later, the school board considered the matter. They decided that corporal punishment would be allowed back into the school system, but on a limited basis. It would only be allowed starting the following school year though, so Katie would graduate before students at her high school could be legally paddled. This decision was meant for the school board to have plenty of time to come up with regulations concerning how corporal punishment is to be administered.
Katie was disappointed, but she had an idea. She played basketball on the girls team. Their coach just so happened to be Coach Smith. Katie got to practice early and casually approached Coach Smith.
"Excuse me, Coach."
"Yes, Katie?"
"Um... so what do you think about the school board's decision on paddling? Are you looking forward to next year?"
"Katie, do you think that I actually enjoy paddling students?"
