Hi, my name is David. I am an 18-year-old high school senior in the small town of Redwall, Texas. Our town is exactly what you are probably imagining for a small town in deep Texas. We have one high school, three police officers, one main street, and one gossip chain that is no doubt among the best in the nation. We have tried-and-true Texas traditions here, including brisket, football, pickup trucks, and spanking… lots of spanking. I have gotten spanked at school, at home, at friends’ homes, and even from other adults in the community who have the right to spank you simply because they know who your parents are and where you live.
Until recently, I hadn’t been spanked much. But in the last six months, I have been spanked twenty-four separate times by six different women in town. That sounds like a lot. It started innocently enough, then snowballed. That first spanking changed my world. It was at school, from the principal. She was an attractive woman, but was known to be a no-nonsense, hard-nosed, rule-based administrator that belied her outward beauty. No funny business on her watch, or somebody was going over her knee. I was no angel, to be sure, but I had managed to avoid gaining her attention for years. That ended last spring at the end of my junior year.
Last spring, as the weather warmed up, about ten of the sexiest girls in my junior class had started to wear increasingly skimpy shorts to school. It certainly got us guys distracted. Ginger started it. My friends and I enjoyed three or four days walking behind Ginger and the other lovely ladies, drooling with raging hardons while we stared at their fabulous uncovered ass cheeks below the hemlines of their absurdly short daisy dukes and Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader shorts. We openly discussed amongst ourselves how delicious it would be to grab that ass or to watch it bounce from getting spanked. The principal, fully understanding unbridled hormones in young men, tried to ignore this trend at first in hopes that the girls would get tired of it after a few days. When it did not subside, she recognized that my class would be truly uncontrollable the next year as seniors if she didn’t do something to rein us in before the end of our junior year.
Her solution started with publishing a new dress code that explicitly prohibited shorts of any kind anymore. Nothing above the ankle, much less above the knee, and certainly nothing below the hips. She underscored her seriousness about it by spanking three of the girls on the first day of the new dress code. At the time, it was the longest streak of school spankings any of us knew about. She made them walk around school the rest of the day with their red bottoms in full view. They tried to stick together for moral support the rest of the day, walking each other to class and lunch period. But we could still see the results anyway. It looked like Ginger had been spanked the hardest, which made sense with her having been the start of all of this trouble. Her bottom even showed round circles from the principal’s long paddle with holes in it that we had all heard rumors about for years. She only pulled it out for special occasions.
Part of me felt compassion for the three girls when I heard about how hard they had gotten spanked and paddled. But that compassion was immediately forgotten when I saw them walking in front of me. Ginger was wearing daisy dukes that were at most covering the top 3 inches of her gorgeous red bottom. Charice’s had a little bit more cloth but still nowhere close to covering her perfect ass. Sonja was wearing Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader shorts that I think would have been considered too revealing for the actual Dallas cheerleader squad.
Seeing those three girls’ beautiful red asses walking around all afternoon had all of us guys about to pop at any moment. Despite the element of embarrassment for them, they also seemed to be enjoying the extra attention. Ginger in particular seemed to be walking with even more hip sway than the previous days. I caught her eye once, and she slightly smiled at me because she knew she had caught me staring at her gorgeous red ass. At one point during class, the teacher left the room for a moment, and Charice went up to the front of class and bent over the teacher’s desk, lightly slapping her exposed red bottom just to tease all of us. I think even the girls in the class got a little horny from that display. For all of us guys, there were a lot of bathroom stops after that class. We just had to have relief after what we were seeing.
We certainly didn’t want this eye candy to stop, so my friends and I hatched a plan by which we would defend our schoolmates' constitutional right to dress as they pleased. We weren’t having any infringement with us standing idly by! So we all decided that we would wear very short shorts ourselves the next day, just like the girls had been doing. There were twelve or thirteen of us who agreed to it. There was no way the principal could catch and spank all of us, we figured. She would have to acquiesce and back down. I fantasized that maybe Ginger would be so grateful for our rescue that she would let me grab that fabulous flaming ass. Or maybe I would even get the chance to spank Charice’s naughty bottom myself for fun.
My fellows and I had a pact. A blood-codified, honor-bound code to do this. Well, not really blood, but nonetheless it was just as solid. I knew I could count on my boys to stand with me in this solemn vow. So, the next day, I put on a pair of tennis shorts from the 1980’s, super short. If I pulled them up just a little bit, my bottom wouldn’t be covered at all, really, just like the girls in our class. I waited for my mom to leave for work, then I went to school and met up with my fellow men-at-arms, ready to defend our girls’ rights!
Except I was the only one who followed through. I immediately realized that this was a huge problem.
Oh sure, they all came to our agreed meeting point before school started. But not a single one of them was dressed as we had agreed. They had all either chickened out or gotten told no by a sensible parent. My friend Leo had actually gotten caught at home as he was walking out the door in very short shorts, like I had on. His mom gave him a spanking right there, over her knee with the shorts pulled up super high so that his bottom was uncovered for her hand and paddle.
He got over two hundred licks, he said. It would have been one hundred, she had told him, but she doubled it because, strictly speaking, he still had shorts on. He wasn’t technically getting spanked on his bare bottom as he deserved. So after one hundred with her hand in his wedgied shorts, he got one hundred more with the paddle. She sent him to school in sensible jeans instead, with Leo gingerly rubbing his sore bottom as he walked out the door.
As we stood there hearing Leo tell his story while he continued to rub his toasted behind from the hardest spanking he had ever gotten. He told us that after she finally put down the paddle and let him up from her lap, his mom called the principal and told her our whole plan, including where we were meeting this morning! My mind raced to a DEFCON-1 state of panic. But it was too late, as I saw the principal walking right toward us, and she was NOT happy. I was frozen in place. She was aiming straight toward us. Specifically, she was coming straight toward me. I was caught, and I knew it. My mind raced, realizing that this was going to be really bad. She reached us as we all stood there trembling in fear.
She grabbed my elbow, scanning me head to toe, saying, “Well, well, Gentlemen. Aren’t we a bunch of regular Knights in Shining Armor this morning!”
We were all speechless, and there was an awkward silence. She turned me around so she could see my bottom. It was barely covered by the tiny white shorts, with the hemline falling right at the crease between cheeks and the back of my legs.
Focusing her scolding on just me, she continued, “What are you wearing, David? That is not up to dress code! It looks like you are going to be my red-bottomed example today.”
I think I audibly whimpered, clearly fully aware of, and overwhelmed by, what was about to happen to me. But she said it out loud anyway, saying, “And the rest of you chickened out. Pathetic, really. Leo, I see you there trying to hide behind William and Charles. And I see you still rubbing that sore bottom that your mother gave you an hour ago. Be glad she caught you instead of me. David will soon tell you that I spank far longer and harder.”
I stammered. This can’t be a good thing. Clearly I am going to get a super hard spanking for this, of epic proportions. Even so, I told her, “I didn’t know about any new dress code.” That lie was probably not the best play… I had surely just made it worse.
“Lying as well, huh? Does that really seem like a good idea in this moment? Go to my office. You are going to get the hardest spanking of your life for this. What the girls got yesterday will seem trivial in comparison”, she said sternly.
I didn’t really know how many licks the girls had gotten, but I assumed it had been a lot, judging from how incredibly red-hot Ginger’s ass looked afterward yesterday. My mind panicked as I tried to console myself. But the only resulting thought was, “Oh my goodness… I am going to get a spanking, and these shorts don’t even come close to covering my rear… oh my… this is going to be so bad.”
As she pulled me toward her office, I couldn’t help but grab my buns in anticipation of my pending punishment. I turned my head to Leo with daggers in my eyes, trying to telepathically tell him, “You caused this, Leo. You betrayed us.” I was already planning payback for him. I had no trouble giving Leo a long paddling myself to make this even. But I had to set that aside for the moment, because right now, it was my turn to have to take an intense spanking.
She sent me into her office while she spoke with her secretary for a moment, telling her that she would be with me in her office for a very long time. She told her quite matter-of-factly that I would be getting the hardest and longest spanking ever in school history. I caught the young secretary sneaking a peek at my bottom as I walked by her desk. She was clearly enjoying this more than I was.
I went into the principal’s office as instructed, nervously standing in the middle of the room waiting for the principal to join me. ”I am in huge trouble,” I whispered out loud to no one but myself as I stood there, still holding my bottom as I waited to get spanked. I saw the drawer where I had been told she kept her paddles. I thought, "Should I get one out to show that I am willing to take my punishment? Or is it better to wait, and hope that she will have some mercy and just spank me with her hand?" As I considered the pros and cons, I quickly realized that escaping the paddle was essentially impossible. She entered the office and closed the door loudly, making me jump.
“Why haven’t you gotten out a paddle?” she scolded as the door slam echoed off the cold, hard office walls. Her words sealed the certainty that I would be not just spanked, but paddled as well. “Open that drawer and bring me the paddle with holes in it.”
With trembling hands, I opened the drawer. The only paddle with holes was huge. Anybody looking at it would recognize it would pack an incredible sting. I was shaking all over as I handed it to her, my hands quickly returning to my bottom as if rubbing before the spanking would help any. But I couldn’t keep from doing it.
She sat in a straight-backed chair and set the paddle beside her on the floor. “At least she is going to hand-spank me first,” I thought. I wasn’t really sure if that was a good thing or not.
“You are very naughty, David. You are going to get a long spanking and paddling. Get over her and stand next to me,” she ordered, clearly comfortable in this position of authority. She placed me to her right. I was expecting her to tell me to pull down everything and then throw me across her knee and start spanking my bare bottom. But she continued to scold me, telling me how naughty I was. She told me that she knew the whole thing had been my idea, and that as the ringleader I would be getting another spanking tomorrow. And since I had lied, even another spanking on day three. Three days in a row getting a spanking.
As I struggled to process that revelation, she told me to turn around to show her my trembling bottom. The hemline of the shorts was still at the relatively modest height of the tops of my legs. I presumed that she just wanted to stroke my bottom before bending me over her knee. But as I stood there facing away from her, she made me pull the shorts up really high. She wanted to make sure that my bottom was completely unprotected. As soon as I had them high enough, she grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and threw me over her knee all in one motion. But she still didn’t pick up the paddle yet.
She placed her hand on my bottom, intentionally below the shorts’ hemline on my now-completely-unprotected buns, like Leo had described his mom had done with him. I instinctively arched my back to lift my bottom higher. I don’t really know why, except for the fact that I didn’t want to make her even more mad and cause her to add even more licks. Or worse, adding a fourth day of getting spanked. At this point, my immediate goal was to avoid too many licks with that huge holed paddle. I knew I had to get spanked a lot, but I hoped for some wiggle room in the details. She held her hand on my lifted bottom while she described to me what to expect. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it, but I didn’t have any choice.
She squeezed my buns as she told me, “Pulling the shorts up like this for the start of your spanking was Leo’s mom’s idea. I like that a lot. It drives home the point about why you are getting spanked. You are a very, very naughty boy, David, and naughty boys get handled in one specific way in this school: spanked and paddled. I am going to wear your bottom out.”
She explained that the girls each had gotten seven separate spankings over a thirty-minute period, and I would get the same seven spankings, but the number of licks would be doubled all around. So my spanking would be this:
Thirty licks over her knee with her hand in my shorts pulled up high like they were.
Forty licks over her knee with the paddle with my shorts down, but with my briefs still on.
Twenty licks over her knee with the paddle on my bare bottom.
I had worn tiny bikini briefs to go with my short shorts, of course, so that’s just great… they would be of no help.
But all of that was warmup really. Immediately after that, the real spanking would begin, all bare bottom:
Three hundred licks bent over the arm of the couch with her hand.
One hundred licks bent over the arm of the couch with the paddle.
Followed by ten minutes standing in the corner, then back to the arm of the couch so that I could feel how much it hurts to get spanked on an already red bare bottom:
Thirty licks bent over the arm of the couch with her hand.
Forty licks bent over the arm of the couch with the paddle.
Being good at math, I tracked the total easily. I would be getting 560 licks total. “That has to be some sort of record,” I oddly thought. Perhaps at least a record for this school, or maybe even across the whole county? I am a bit of a statistics nerd, so my mind took refuge in some calculations and estimations, then suddenly…
SMACK!! Her hand came down on both of my lifted buns at the same time with an enormous thundering crash, immediately stopping my bell-curve and sigma-based musings. “Oh!! Oh my God, that stings!” I screamed at myself in my mind. I gasped involuntarily as the gravity of my situation became all too real in an instant.
I realized from even that first lick that I would have to be very careful to not resist as she tore up my bottom, or she would add more. So I managed to keep my bottom lifted despite the searing heat. I think she could tell that it was more than I expected, because after about ten licks she commented on my heavy breathing and the shocked look on my face. I found myself wondering what in the world had ever inspired me to think dressing this way was a good idea.
I could feel my bottom jiggle in reaction to each lick that pounded my buns. She held her hand on my buns for a second or two after each lick, as if training me that my ass belongs to her for a while. I did my best to stay still, lifting my bottom high to get punished. I realized that I was essentially getting spanked on my bare bottom, but for some reason, knowing that technically I was still wearing shorts and little panties somehow helped mentally. She kept spanking me on both sit spots at once, and scolding me. After the promised thirty good solid licks on my upturned bottom, she stopped spanking me and told me to get up.
I obediently stood up, rubbing my punished backside below the shorts hem where I had gotten spanked on my sit spots. Then she reached for the paddle and said, “Pull down your shorts.” I knew that she was going to bend me over her knee for a paddling in my panties, but even so the reality of it made me tremble afresh. I dropped the shorts and draped myself over her knee again. She immediately laid into me with super hard licks from the school paddle with holes. My bottom was very quickly on fire after just three or four licks like this.
I cried out as she toasted my rear as hard as she could. I have been spanked my share of times, but these licks were the hardest ever. I could feel the holes of the school paddle biting at my upturned buns with each spank. After forty licks, she stopped and just left me over her knee for a moment. I knew that the next part of the spanking would be over her knee with the paddle on my bare bottom, so I would have to get up to pull down the panties I had on, but for the moment I stayed in place with my throbbing swollen buns still lifted high submissively. She could see I was letting her have her way with me.
During the respite, I wondered what I must look like to her. I thought of the smiling glance that the secretary had given my bottom as I walked toward my doom. Despite my continued trembling and frayed nerves, I wondered if the principal liked looking at my bottom too. Perhaps she enjoyed having my naughty ass across her knee like this. After all, she isn’t immune to the allure of a sexy bottom in sexy panties, especially bent over like this, getting spanked. As I thought about what I must look like, bent over her knee getting a spanking, I started getting a bit hard even. I thought, “Oh no… not now… she can’t see me with a hard-on!”
After staring at and rubbing my reddened bottom for a moment, I heard her say the dreaded words, “Stand up and pull down these little panties.”
I hesitated for a moment, hoping my erection would subside, but if anything, it got bigger. My fear of getting extra licks soon overrode my embarrassment at having a hard-on, so I stood up. She glanced at my swollen member tenting my little panties, but said nothing. As I pulled the panties down, she reached to the adjacent couch and picked up a small couch pillow, placing it on her lap.
I protested, “But the pillow will make me lift my bottom even higher!” I don’t know why I said that, because hearing my words out loud just made my cock twinge even straighter. The possibilities flooded my mind. “Oh my goodness… what will she do to me if I cum while she is spanking me?”
“I know it will lift you up higher. That is intentional,” she said. So this was clearly calculated. She definitely wanted my bare bottom, over her knee, lifted up even higher than the first two spankings. I still didn’t know for sure if she was enjoying this, but she knew I was, at least to some degree. I know she saw my now raging hard-on as I bent over her knee for the third time. I lifted my completely bare bottom as high as I could. Then I felt her place the school paddle on the already very sore sit spots on my buns. I thought, “I might cum during this, but whether I do or not, I am definitely about to get paddled very hard, actually bare bottom this time.”
And that’s exactly what happened. Twenty super hard licks this time, and my ass was completely burning by the end of this part of my whipping. I screamed and clamored, but managed to keep my bottom hoisted up to get paddled as I deserved. I also managed to avoid cumming, but I could feel that tension building. She saw my still hard cock as I stood up, and told me, “I know that there is a part of you that is enjoying this; I’m not expecting to avoid that completely. My job is to make sure that the punishment part exceeds the fun part. Get up and take the pillow with you to the couch. Put it on the arm of the couch and bend over it far enough that your legs are off the floor.”
Bending over the arm of the couch with the specific instruction to make sure my feet were off the floor made it so that the tops of my thighs were really the point of contact with the pillow and the underlying couch arm. This lifted my bottom comically high in the air, but also made my raging member dangle, making it deliciously lightly rub the pillow. That touch felt fantastic to my hard-on. I couldn’t help starting to hump the couch in an almost imperceptible movement. It felt amazing. I knew I was about to get a crazy long and hard bare-bottom hand spanking of three hundred licks, but at the moment I was also about to shoot a massive load as I have never felt before on this pillow. She walked over to me and started spanking my sore red bottom, but not super hard. It was hard enough to sting some, but mostly I was surprised to find that it just felt fabulous. My cock ground harder into the pillow and couch arm. Her hand continued to smack my naughty buns over and over and over in the most perfectly enjoyable way.
Thoughts like “Oh my goodness, I’m getting a bare bottom spanking! Oh… oh… oh I am getting punished!” played over and over in my brain. My nerves were exploding in overdrive. My bottom jiggled with each spank. My cock raced toward explosion, until finally I couldn’t take it anymore. My body convulsed in ways I didn’t know were possible, and for an insanely long time as my cock continued to spurt over and over into the pillow.
All the while she kept spanking me. Even while I came, my mind was telling me to keep my bottom lifted because I am still getting spanked, but I just couldn’t do it. After the indescribable pleasure subsided, I was finally able to lift my ass again to finish getting spanked. She clearly knew what had just happened, but she didn’t stop spanking me. In my estimation, when I came it was maybe at the 200 licks or so point, so I had a hundred to go.
We both said no words about my massive orgasm, but she started spanking me harder. By the end of the hand spanking, she was spanking me with her hand as hard as she could, and that was when I realized that the whole sequence had been on purpose. She had to get me past my orgasm so that she could continue spanking me in a way that I would feel it as punishment, instead of pleasure. As she picked up the paddle, I realized that absent the sexual component, the paddling I was about to get would be extremely painful. Which it was.
She gave me one hundred licks with that awful holed paddle, as hard as she could. By the end of this part of the whipping, I was promising that I would never be naughty again. At the end, I jumped up and grabbed my burning cheeks, my cock no longer hard but dripping from the massive amount of jism I had released. She sent me to the corner as promised, hands on my head. Making me cum first before the paddling was brilliant, to be honest. It forced me to get past the fun part, so that she could get on with the punishment part.
I knew that I still wasn’t through getting spanked, of course, but for the moment I had a reprieve from the assaults on my flaming buns. I stood in the corner, replaying in my mind what an incredible experience it was cumming while getting spanked. She saw the faint smile on my face and came over to me and gave me ten quick, very hard smacks with her hand as I stood in the corner.
“Those are extra. Your fun time is over. Stop thinking about the sexy part of this. You aren’t through getting punished yet.” That corrected my thinking. I rubbed my sore ass for the remaining corner time, then she pulled me back to the couch for the last parts. She gave me the thirty licks with her hand and forty licks with the paddle again as hard as she could.
She told me to come to her office again the next day at the same time before school, again wearing the same shorts and panties, and that I would get the whole thing all over. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. There was really no other reply possible. I put my panties and shorts back on, doing my best to keep the shorts as low as possible for the rest of the day so that my classmates wouldn’t see my super red bottom. They all knew that I had gotten a spanking from the principal, but I didn’t see any reason to show it. I thought that it was all over, at least for today. I started to plot my revenge on Leo as I walked to my first class.
What I didn’t know was that while I was walking, the principal called my mom and told her what had happened. Spanked at school, spanked at home was about to become part of my reality.
When I got home that afternoon, I quickly changed into something more modest and reasonable, so my mom wouldn’t see how I had dressed at school, and more importantly, that I had gotten a spanking at school. The last thing I needed was to get in trouble at home also. Even though I had learned that morning that a part of me enjoyed getting spanked, my ass was completely worn out after 570 licks from the principal. Fun part notwithstanding, it was still a huge number of licks.
Mom gave me all afternoon and evening to come clean, but I said nothing and thought I had gotten away with it. I went to bed with a still-burning behind, still hot to the touch. I found myself hard again just thinking about what had happened. I had a private moment to relieve that, replaying the whole fabulous spanking from beginning to end in my mind. I exploded massively as I jacked off looking at my red bottom in the mirror.
I’m not saying that the punishment wasn’t effective. I had gotten a super hard spanking, and I was definitely not planning to wear short shorts to school again. I had learned my lesson. At the very least, I wouldn’t wear them when the principal was at school to catch me. But at the same time, I had to admit to myself that the enjoyment was just as strong as the shame and pain of getting my bare bottom paddled so hard. I went to sleep confident that I had gotten away with it as far as Mom was concerned.
But the next morning, spanked at school, spanked at home became a real thing for me. Mom confronted me and told me that she knew I had gotten spanked at school the day before. She had even called Leo’s mom about it. She had been waiting for me to come clean all evening. She confronted me over text in the morning as I was waking up.
Mom: Get ready for a spanking.
I was shocked. “How can this be?” I wondered. But clearly she knew.
Me: Did the principal call you and tell you that I got a spanking at school yesterday?
Mom: Yes, and if you get spanked at school, you get spanked at home. You can’t hide anything from me.
Me: Is it too late to admit to you that I got a spanking at school yesterday?
Mom: Yes, it's too late. Get ready and come downstairs.
I met her in the den, knowing that is where my spanking would take place. She bent me over the back of the couch in my tiny panties. She gave me thirty licks with her hand, and then thirteen hard licks with a Jokari paddle that she kept at home to spank me when I was bad. I assumed that the hand spanking was for getting spanked at school, and that the paddling part was for not coming clean about it. It was incredibly searing to my buns because my bottom was still red and on fire from the previous day. I gathered that the principal didn’t tell Mom about the fun part of the spanking that made me cum. Some things a mother doesn’t need to know.
So all added up, I got nine spankings totaling 613 licks for wearing short shorts to school, repeated two more times precisely. I jacked off three more times over the next two days just from rubbing my sore red bottom and recounting the fantastic spankings I was getting each day. So maybe it was worth it!
