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10th high school reunion, Miss C

wow,  I couldn't believe it.  I had been out of high school 10 years already,  I had gone to college, got a degree after a short stint in the army for my country.  things were going real well so I was looking forward to seeing some of my old friends and find out how things were going with them.  I should probably say that the was 1972.  lYes I am oplder than most of the readers of this blog and that I had gone to school in a time when corporal punishment was still a choice you could make for discipline, at least when i was in junior high school.  grades 7 through 9,  I should also state that i was a confirmed spankee and was not unfamiliar with the sting of a hairbrush.  any how i tend to get either ahead or reminicent about the story is am writing.
       I had read the list of folks that were going to be there and saw many friends listed.  I was real happy and kept reading about the guests that were going to be there.  the high school principal and some of the teachers and i was very surprised that the jr high principal and Miss C were going to be there also  well about a third of the kids I graduated with had all gone to the same jr high that i did.  Seeing Miss C listed immediately brought back some very warm bottom memories to me.  She was the music teacher and assistant principal at the junior high.  She supervised the detention room after school and always offered either lines or a paddeling or spanking,  She sat at a desk in front of about 12 desk seats the students used in classes. she  had a collection of large books on the front of her desk and a large file cabinet beside her desk.  I can remember plain as day a blackboard that had a  long three line sentence that she had everyone print neatly 150 times for lines.  If you choose lines you were going to be there for at least two hours to complete the lines and if they were messy or misspelled she would see you again the next after school day...
     MIss C was tall, attractive and a very pleasant lady and also a very good teacher.  I learned alot about music in her class and also got to know her lap and spanking technique very well also.  she would call your name when detention started and ask you to choose one of the three punishments.  I always chose a spanking.  she gave a pen and paper to those that chose lines.  then would call the person to be paddled to come to stand behind the file cabinet.  paddeling  had two choices. 4 bare or 6 over clothes.  usually the miscreant would drop there pants and shorts and then mend over the back of Miss C's chair.  people in front of the desk could only see the top half of the spankee but could see and hear the paddle swing and the spankees reaction to it.  how anyone could concentrate on writing lines was beyond me.  when i was called to be spanked i would go stand behind the file cabinet and drop my pants and undershorts.  she would then push her chair back and smooth her skirt over her lap.  She would then open her drawer and take out her large hairbrush that she kept in the drawer.  most spankees just got a hand spanking but where i had smiled thru my tears at her after my first spanking from her she decided that when i was to be spanked i need  harder and more severe spanking to be gotten through too.  She then would signal me to get across her lap and then she would spank me pretty severely and i yelled and wiggled and eventually even broke down and cryed.  when she finished she would keep me across her lap while i started to compose myself and then help me up behind the file cabinett.  she would then give me some tissues  to wipe away the tears and then she would say.  ok now get out of here and see if you can behave so i don;t have to spank you agian for some time.  it seemed i was there about once a month.
         At the reunion i was having a great time.  old friends and storys to tell.   I kept looking over at Miss C.  She still looked real good,  tall and firm and i noticed that she still had a very nice, comfortable looking lap.  She saw me looking at her and beckoned me to come over.  I got extremely nervous but i went and stood in front of her and told her how nice it was to see her again.  i was surprised when she asked me if i still enjpyed being spanked.  i stuttered and blushed a real dark shade of red to which she said that she knew every time that she had spanked me that i had enjpyed it eventhough it hurt..  she said that thru the years she had many boys and some girls that used to get in trouble hust to get spanked by her.  I stammered that yes I was one of those boys and that i really missed the spankings that she gave me.  she told me that if i wanted she would give me her hotel room and i could come for some discipline and and a chat the next night.

I went, i was spanked by her so hard i thought the people in the room next to her were going to complain.  she answered a knock and i had to stand up and wait while she told the neighbor at the door that she was giving a spanking to a student who had about 14 years of spankings to make up for.  the woman peeked in.  saw me standing there next to the chair and said  that she should carry on but please don;t go beyond mid night.  any how she finished my spanking.  we had a lovely chat and i headed home happy and very warm bottomed.

senior day prank backfires

supervisor will participate

"Well Thomas, this is the third after work discipline session that I will have given you.  You still are making the same stupid mistakes on programming the check writing printer and today every check was printed with the wrong date.  Don't you even look at the calendar when you are setting these up.  Now every check that was written today will have to be reprinted and you and Ruth will have to stay and do it.  If you weren't the son of my only sister I would have fired you after the first time, but I told your mom that I would handle your discipline problems like i used to when you got out of hand and your mom sent you to see me," Aunt Clara said very sternly.  "You will get the chair I use when disciplining you from the table and bring it over in front of my desk,  then remove your clothing and stand by it." she said.
     "Ruth, You are his supervisor and you know that at times I have called tom into my office to chat about problems that you have reported to me.  I have decided that my attention to correct his problem of not concentrating on the task at hand is not working.  As his failures show that you are not strict enough with him, I have decided that you shall have to discipline him also.  I have asked you before about how you felt about corporal discipline and you said that it has a purpose when reasoning does not do the trick and that you had used spanking with your son as he was growing up... Well Tom is in need of discipline and I have reasoned with him until I am blue in the face.  When he was younger, he spent alot of time over my knee learning right from wrong.  When he got out of school he went from job to job always getting fired for not concentrating on his work so that his mom asked me to take him on and straighten him out.  Well this is the third time this month that i have called him in for a spanking so I have decided that I must not be giving him enough of a spanking so I am going to start having you spank him also.  I assume that you will agree to this." Aunt Clara said.
     Ruth had been watching me get the chair and place it in front of her and the desk as Aunt Clara had requested.  She then watched while I took off all of my clothes and blushingly stood before her.  Aunt Clara then opened a drawer in her desk and reached in and took out her favorite heavy wooden hairbrush.  She walked around the desk and sat gracefully on the chair I had brought around.  'I will start his punishment with a good application of 50 slow, hard spanks.  At that point we will change places and I will watch you spank him until I feel he is ready for me to finish him up." Aunt Clara said.  Aunt Clara smothed down her skirt and told me to get into position.  Rose took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the desk to watch the proceedings.  Rose said,  "I see that he is not aroused,  when I spank my son he is always pointing right at me before going across my lap.  Of couse a couple of smacks with my brush, he has his mind on other things than arousal." Aunt Clara said, "Tom knows that when he is going to be spanked by me there is no reason at all for him to be aroused.  the business end of my brush has him in too much fear to be thinking arousal thoughts."  I gently laid myself across her lap with my backside up high the way she likes it.  I placed my right hand up on my back and extended my thumb so Aunt Clara could grip my thumb and hold me firmly in place.  I then felt her move slightly and smack.  WOW did that hurt.  no matter how prepared you are to be spanked that first hairbrush smack is a real eye opener., She then started smacking me about every 5 seconds, letting each on sink in and using the brush so that each smack just overlapped the proceeding one.  by ten I was wiggling around  and OWING with every smack.  i was careful not to fall of her lap and get out of position.  I had done that a few times when I was a kid and that had gotten me a bedtime spanking as well and another spanking after supper the next night.finally after 50 very hard spanks I was allowed up.  "Well" Rose said, with a little smile on her lips,  "it looks like it is my turn now.  I had thought that there were spankings going on hin Clara's office 'cause every now and then a yeow or an ouch would make it under the door.  Who knew that I would be sitting down on  chair in her office getting ready to spank such a big and deserving young man.  Please come and get across my lap so I can teach you a lesson about paying attention and concentrating."  As she was talking she smoothed down her skirt and patted my aunts hairbush against her thigh.  I got into position the same as I did with my aunt.  She also grabbed my thumb and the spanking started almost immediately. 
Wow, who would have thought that such a nice quiet supervisor would be such a harsh and hard spanker.  I was begging within a few smacks and promising to concentrate more and be more carful.  She spanked hard and fast , a smack every second or so with no stops to scold or anything.  After about 4 minutes I was just laying limp across her lap and sobbing away.  My aunt said that she was very impressed.  I guess i picked the right supervisor to help Tom correct his ways.  She had to help me get off of her lap and then as I stood in front of her, she lit into me about how this was just a sample spanking that she had given me.  If I didn't improve she would bring in her favorite clothes brush from home to use on me.  I sobbed and said that I was very sorry and would try hard to improve.  Meanwhile Rose got up from the chair and my aunt sat down again.  She again smoothed her skirt and then pulled it up so I was looking at her stocking covered thighs.    I started to beg, " Please no more.  I am so sore now, I can't take any more."  She said, " you can and you will."   She spread her thighs and move me in between then forced me over her left thigh while she swung her right leg over my legs to hold me in place.  She told me to present my hands.  I brought both hands up on my back with thumbs extended.  She gripped the thumbs. and she spanked harder than I had ever been spanked by her.  Fast spanks covered my cheeks and upper thighs.  I screamed, tried to kick but couldn't.   Finally I just lay limp over her thigh and  she stopped.  She gave the brush to Rose and had her put it on the desk but told her to leave it out and use it as she  had just done if I gave her any trouble at all while redoing the checks   Rose smiled at me and said that from now on there would be no more trouble from me or she would personally take care of it and report to Aunt Clara for another double session..  I finally got up and stood crying before both of them.  Ruth told me to get dressed and that I had to redo all the checks.  She would check them in 30 minutes and may God help your butt if there are any mistakes.  



The art work used to illustrate this story is a fake art.  it is made up from many pictures taken from the web, cut and pasted and then overpainted to make the charachter no longer look like the originals. I hope you enjoyed. 

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