This incident happened to me after I had graduated from college. I went back to visit my old high school, to bring back memories. I went to an all boys' high school, and my parents thought that I would learn more that way because I would not have girls around me as a distraction. But I still got into a lot of mischief because I liked to play practical jokes on both my teachers and other students. Sometimes this would end with me going to the principal's office for a spanking. Back then it was okay to have your kids spanked at school, and my parents signed a note stating that it was okay for me to be spanked at school.
All of the teachers at the school were male, except for my English teacher. She had just graduated from college, and this was her first teaching job. Seeing that she was the only female that I had everyday contact with, I tended to play more practical jokes on her than anyone else. Her name was "Miss Jones", and she was really pretty and smelled real nice. She sent me to the principal's office more than once, for the stunts I pulled on her. Now I actually feel sorry for the way I treated her, it must have been real frustrating for her.
School had just let out about an hour ago and I was walking down the hallways, looking in my old classrooms, and hoping that I would see a one of my old instructors. That is when Miss Jones came along.
"Hi, Miss Jones," I yelled out to her. "I'm Clyde, one of your former English students. I came back to see the old school and hopefully run into you."
"Oh, yes Clyde," Miss Jones said. "I remember you."
"The old school hasn't changed much," I said. "Are you still teaching English here?"
"Well, the school has really changed since you were here. The school is now co-ed, and I am no longer teaching English, I am now the principal of the school."
"That is a big change." I said.
"Why don't you follow me to the my office where we can talk some more."
"Sure," I said. Then I followed her to the principal's office. When we walked through her door, she told her secretary to hold all calls since see was going to visit with an old student of hers.
Her principal's office looked pretty much like what it looked like when I was in high school. She had changed the paintings on the wall, and it smelled better, but it was the same old office. In the next room, connected to the principal's office, was the punishment room. I had been spanked there many times by Mr. Olson, who was principal when I was going to high school. Many of those times were because Miss Jones sent me there, for practical jokes I had pulled on her.
Anyway, Miss Jones opened the door to the punishment room and said, "As I said before, there have been a lot of changes at this school. One of them is that schools can no longer spank students. It is actually causing more discipline problems for the school. I liked it better when I could spank students for their behavioral problems."
"I think the spankings that I received in this room, changed my behavior." I said. "When I left here and went to college, I was able to concentrate on my studies better, and I didn't pull many practical jokes on people."
"I remember an incident that happened when I was still teaching English." Miss Jones said. "I was late getting to the classroom one morning, and when I opened the closet in the classroom to put away my coat, red paint fell all over my dress. It ruined the dress, and I felt so bad that I had to wear that paint stained all day long. Whoever did that to me really deserved to be spanked."
"Yes, I think I remember that," I said. "Did they ever catch who did that to you?"
"Thinking back about the incident, I don't think they ever caught the person. Also, I think it happened right before a class that you were in." Miss Jones said.
"Well, I have a confession to make," I said. "I was the one who made the paint fall all over your dress. I was afraid to come forward at the time, and you punished the entire class by making us do a lot more homework. I'm really sorry about that. Would it help if I were to pay you now for a new dress?"
"I always thought that it was you!" Miss Jones said. "But I was never able to prove it, so I wasn't sure. I also was made principal the year after you graduated from high school. As principal, I was hoping that I would have had a chance to spank you for all of the practical jokes that you had sprung on me."
"As I said before, I am now really sorry for the stunts I pulled on you." I said. "Part of the reason I did them was because you were the only female teacher in the school. I wanted to see you scream and cry, like women do. I'm sorry! I wish there was a way that I could make it up to you."
"Well Clyde, I think there is a way that you could make it up to me." Miss Jones said.
"Good, what is it?"
"Remember in high school, if you did something really bad, you got sent to the principal's office for a spanking in this room?" Miss Jones asked.
"Yes, I was sent here many times and spanked for my dumb practical jokes."
"Well, now that I am the principal, how about if I spank you for ruining my dress, and for all of the other practical jokes you pulled on me."
"But I haven't been spanked since high school. Besides, spanking students is no longer allowed." I said.
"You are no longer a student, and you wondered how you could it up to me for all the practical jokes you pulled on me. Especially the time the red paint ruined my dress. So how about it? You deserve to be spanked!"
"Well, I guess I deserve to be spanked for my past behavior. Yes, I'll let you spank me." I said.
"Good! Since Mr. Olson spanked you in here, you know what to do. So take off your slacks and bend over the spanking horse."
In the middle of the room was a wooden spanking horse. It was modified so that it could be raised and lowered, depending on the student's height. It also had straps for your wrists and ankles on the legs, and it had a wide strap that held you down about your waist. As a guy, I was always asked to take off my slacks, and I was spanked on my briefs. So soon I was bent over the horse. Miss Jones adjusted the height, and then secured my wrists and the wide strap about my waist. Then to my surprise, I felt her pulling down my briefs!
"What are you doing?" I protested. "When I was spanked by Mr. Olson, I was spanked over my briefs."
"Well I am not Mr.