studyindiscipline

1998, Paris Annette Morreau
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     Twelve-year-old Niki Madison slouched in her desk near the
back of the classroom. She alternately looked around the room at
the other students and at her teacher, Mr. Larkin, without
interest in either. This was her first day in The Mingay
Academy, and the first private school she had ever attended. Her
dark brown, unkempt hair fell into her equally dark eyes as she
looked down with distaste at the uniform she was required to
wear. A Navy blue pleated skirt, precisely three inches above
her knees, a short-sleeve white blouse buttoned at the neck and
nearly choking her, Navy blue and white saddle shoes and white
sox, folded over once. Geek. I'm a geek. She turned her pouting
lips into a grimace.

"Niki Madison?" Mr. Larkin called.

     "Huh?" Niki looked up at Mr. Larkin.

     "We say 'yes', Niki, not 'what'?"

     Niki shrugged and stared back.

     "Well?"

     "Well, what?" Niki asked, still slouched in her chair.

     "Niki, in this school we practice courtesy and respect.
When I ask you a question, stand up and answer me. When I call
your name, I expect you to stand and respond with the word 'yes'.

     Niki sat and stared.

     "Niki?"

     "What?!" Niki almost shouted.

     "Stand up and say the word 'yes'."

     "Why? You ain't asked me nothing yet."

     "You haven't asked me anything."

     "I know. And I ain't asking you to say nothin', neither.
You ain't asked me nothin', but you keep tellin' me to say 'yes'.
What do you want?"

     "Stand up, Niki. Now."

     Niki stood, arms crossed, weight resting on one hip, an
insolent look on her face.

     "Uncross your arms. Stand up straight."

     Niki sighed theatrically, rolled her eyes and let her arms
flop to her sides. With great effort, she balanced her weight on
both legs. She tilted her head to the side and looked at the
ceiling, so completely bored she even yawned.

     "Young lady, we do not comport ourselves in such a manner in
this school."

     Niki looked at Mr. Larkin, raised her eyebrows and mouthed,
with great exaggeration, questioned the word "comport?"

     The other students in the classroom looked at Niki, glanced
at Mr. Larkin and back to Niki again, apprehension marked clearly
on their faces. They knew what was coming. Only Niki was
unaware.

     "Niki, come here." Mr. Larkin instructed, pointing to the
spot where he was standing. While Niki lazily walked to the
front of the classroom, Mr. Larkin pulled his large, oak,
straight back chair from behind his desk and placed in full view
of his students.

     Niki strode to Mr. Larkin's desk and stood with her back to
the class, arms crossed, head cocked to one side.

     "Bend over the desk, young lady, and hold on to the opposite
edge."

     Niki reached across the desk and took hold of the edge,
purposely sticking out her bottom and wiggling it at the class.
The students quietly gasped.

     Mr. Larkin walked behind his desk and, in full view of Niki,
picked up the paddle that was hanging on a hook next to the
blackboard.

     "Hey!" Niki asked, letting go of the edge of the desk and
standing up. "What do you think you're gonna do with that
thing?"

     "Bend over the desk, Miss Madison. You have a paddling
coming to you."

"No way, man. You're not gonna touch me with that thing."
Niki stood up and backed away, her hands out in front of her,
warding off Mr. Larkin.

     "I'm going to spank you, Niki, with this paddle. You can
bend over the desk just as all of the other misbehaving students
do and take a paddling over your skirt, or, if I have to force
you, I'll turn you over my knee and lift your skirt in front of
the entire class and paddle your pantied bottom."

     "No!" Niki shouted. "You're not gonna touch me! My
parents will sue you and this school and everybody in it." Niki
continued backing away.

     "It is my understanding that your parents sent you to this
school knowing full well that students who do not behave properly
are paddled and, more specifically, requested that you be
disciplined in such a manner if you displayed rude behavior or
wild ways. So don't expect Mommy and Daddy to rescue you. Now,
you march your bottom over here and take what's coming to you."

     Niki stared open-mouthed at Mr. Larkin. Her parents did
this to her? Well, tough Niki thought. They're not getting away
with this. And not that teacher, neither. Niki turned around,
planning to run up one of the aisles and out the door. What she
saw made her eyes strain in their sockets. The entrance to each
aisle was blocked by a student standing in front of it. Before
she could fully comprehend what had happened and what she was
going to do about it, Mr. Larkin had hold of her arm. Niki let
her knees go, collapsing to the floor. Mr. Larkin put the paddle
on the desk of one of the students, put his hands on Niki's waist
and picked her up.

     "Get your hands off me!" Niki shouted, trying to pry Mr.
Larkin's fingers apart. "You can't do this!"

     Mr. Larkin carried the kicking and shouting Niki to the
straight-back chair waiting in front of the classroom. He sat
down and heaved the petite Niki over his knees.

     "Justin, hand me the paddle. Please."

     "Yes, Mr. Larkin." an obedient Justin responded as he stood
and brought the paddle to his teacher.

     Niki kicked and struggled wildly in a futile attempt to
remove herself from Mr. Larkin's strong grasp. The teacher held
his squirming student firmly at the waist while leaning forward
to further weigh Niki down. He took the paddle from the student.

     "Thank you, Justin. Take your seat."

     Justin had only to turn around and take three steps back to
his desk and he did so as quickly as he could, not wanting to
miss a single crack of the paddle.

     "Now, Miss Madison, I'll show you what happens to rude and
generally naughty little girls in my classroom." Mr. Larkin
lifted Niki's skirt with the hand that held the paddle.

     When the pre-teen's white cotton panties were completely on
display, the students snickered. Mr. Larkin allowed the
disruption and waited a few seconds to afford the students a full
look. He then leaned back, raised the paddle and brought it down
in a fast, loud, whack. Niki, arms flailing, legs kicking, felt
her entire body jump and lift. The formerly tough talking pre-
teen reared back her head and howled.

Mr. Larkin raised the paddle again and smacked it down with
force onto the white-pantied chubs. Niki kicked as she screamed
and the paddle rose again.

     It was not difficult to see the slim division of Niki's
cheeks through the thin cotton panties and Mr. Larkin aimed at
the exact center of that line, over the chubbiest part of Niki's
sassy bottom.

     WHACK!

     Niki kicked, wiggled and squirmed until the paddle landed on
her already-burning bottom. She stiffened her legs, clenched her
bottom, held her body still, threw her head back and brought
forth a blood curdling scream.

     Crra-a-ack! Sma-a-a-ck!

     Mr. Larkin was used to students who screamed while he
paddled. He expected no less. His discipline was stern and he
wielded the paddle with experience and a strong arm. As far as
he was concerned, a student who didn't howl was not being spanked
hard enough and was therefore not learning the lesson he was
teaching. When that happened, he quickly corrected his stroke
and brought the paddle down with might and determination.

     Niki was used to being a naughty girl and getting away with
it, so it was not unusual that she would immediately scream from
the unique attention her bottom was receiving. It would not
surprise Mr. Larkin that Niki would screech more loudly than
necessary in an attempt to convince her teacher that the spanking
was indeed painful and to try to stop the onslaught of smacks
before she had fully learned her lesson.

     Mr. Larkin raised the paddle again and again, bringing it
down in hearty smacks, one after the other in a calm manner,
despite Niki's loud protests.

     Mr. Larkin began a sideways slap, landing the paddle on the
underside of the fleshiest part of Niki's bottom. Even through
Niki's panties, the red heat showed. When the paddle smacked
again, Niki threw her hand back towards her teacher and grabbed a
chunk of Mr. Larkin's flesh just above his waist, at the "love
handles" that embarrassed him. With about an inch or two of
flesh between her thumb and two of her fingers, she squeezed then
twisted the skin.

     Mr. Larkin yelled and dropped the paddle. He grabbed onto
his side and Niki slipped off of his lap and onto the floor. She
quickly stood up but before she could take a step, Mr. Larkin
grabbed her arm and pulled her back over his knee. He took both
of Niki's wrists in one of his large hands and held them at the
back of the pre-teen's waist. He then took an angry handful of
Niki's panties and pulled them quickly and roughly down the
girl's bottom. Every student in the room gasped. This was
something they had never seen. No one in school had ever been
spanked on the bare bottom. And in front of everyone.

     "Noooooo!" Niki screeched as she kicked her legs, her bottom
jiggling.

     Mr. Larkin spanked the naked chubs in front of him with
satisfaction, renewed strength and with his bare hand. Quick
electric claps filled the air and mingled with Niki's screams.

     "So you like to pinch, do you, Miss Madison? Do you also
like to have your bare bottom spanked? Because that's what
happens to pinchers."

     That was news to the classroom of students. No one had ever
dared to fight back. If anyone had ever thought about it, the
bare and flaming bottom before them convinced them not to try it.

     "Justin, hand me the paddle." Mr. Larkin requested, ignoring
Niki's constant outburst.

     Justin leaped out of his seat, picked up the paddle and
handed it to his teacher. He backed up until he reached his
seat, his eyes never leaving Niki's reddened, pouting bottom. He
fell into his chair, folded his hands on his desk and stared.

     "Thank you."

     Without missing a stroke, Mr. Larkin raised the paddle and
smacked it onto the bare and vulnerable bottom offered to him.
Niki flailed her legs as much as the panties around the tops of
her thighs would allow.

     "Would you like to pinch me again, Miss Madison?" Mr.
Larkin asked as he paddled rapidly and furiously. "I have a
strap I've not had to use thus far. Perhaps you'd like to be the
first to experience its unique sting. Would you?"

     Niki howled in response. The students in the classroom
looked at each other. A strap they questioned with their eyes.
That's the first time they had heard of that.

     "I asked you a question, Miss Madison. You're not quite so
talkative now, are you? Shall I use the strap on you? Answer me
or I'll assume you want me to use it."

     "No! Don't use it." Niki sobbed.

     "All right then, do you want me to continue with the
paddle?"

     "No. No."

     "No paddle? No strap? What shall I use on this naughty
bottom of yours?"

     "Nothing. Don't use nothing." Niki pleaded.

     "Don't use anything." Mr. Larkin corrected.

     "Yes. Okay. Anything." Niki cried between her ows.

     "By 'anything' are you asking me to use any spanking
implement I might choose to discipline you?" Mr. Larkin asked
innocently as he paddled.

     "No! No! No!" Niki cried. Stop using the paddle. Don't
use anything. Just stop." Niki begged.

     "Are you asking me to stop spanking you?"

     "Yes! Stop spanking me."

     "Well, I haven't heard an apology from you, and I can't stop
spanking you until I do."

     "Sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Niki cried.

     "Sorry for what, Miss Madison?" Mr. Larkin asked while
smacking down the paddle onto the crimson bulbs.

     "Sorry I, sorry for. I'm sorry. Just ..."

     "I'm afraid that isn't quite good enough, Miss Madison. You
must know for what you are apologizing before I can be expected
to believe that you will behave.

     Niki had forgotten what she had done to incur Mr. Larkin's
wrath. All she could think of was how much her burning bottom
hurt.

     "It just hurrrrrts. I don't know. I'm just sorry. Please
stooooop."

     "You were rude and disobedient, Miss Madison. You also
behaved in a manner I would describe as 'smart aleck'. What do
you have to say for yourself?"

     "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I'll be nice. I'll do
what you say."

     "Very well. Since this is your first day, I'll give you the
benefit of the doubt and be lenient this time." Mr. Larkin
promised as he spanked. "Just five more whacks with the paddle.
Class? Count them with Miss Madison and me. Niki, count out
loud."

     The dutiful class counted each stroke loudly and in unison
with Mr. Larkin and Niki and the spanking was over. The strict
teacher pulled Niki's panties up and her skirt down. He assisted
the weeping, but chastened, pre-teen off of his lap.

     "Now, Niki, after a spanking, a student stands in the corner
to think about his or her behavior. So, march yourself into the
corner in front of the class." Mr. Larkin instructed, pointing to
the corner and giving Niki's bottom a light spank. "Even if I
considered that this was your first day here and decided to be
lenient and let you take your seat, you probably would not be
able to sit anyway. Is that correct?"

     Niki took a slow, stiff step, head down, before she was
interrupted by Mr. Larkin.

     "What do you say, Miss Madison?"

     Niki turned around.

     "Huh?" she asked. When she saw the expression of shock and
anger on her teacher's face, she amended her answer. "I mean,
what? Or, uh, yes! Yes! I mean Yes!"
     "I asked you a question, Miss Madison. What is your
response?"

     Niki tried to think of what she was supposed to say, but her
burning bottom was the only thing that she could think of. She
looked at the floor, her eyes going back and fourth rapidly.

     "I, I, I,..."

     "The correct response, Niki, is 'yes, Mr. Larkin." the
teacher said quietly. "Unless, of course, sitting down would be
quite comfortable for you, in which case I will spank you again.

     Niki looked at her teacher and nodded her head.

     "You may either recite the correct response, young lady, or
place yourself across my knee for another spanking." Mr. Larkin
said, losing patience.

     "Yes, Mr. Larkin." Niki blurted, relieved she was able to
respond even as fresh tears started down her already-stained
cheeks. "Yes, I can't sit down."

     Niki turned around to face the corner again, her back facing
Mr. Larkin and the class. Niki folded her arms across her chest
and cried while huge wet tears coursed down her face. I'll get
that paddle and throw it away, Niki decided as she thought about
the paddle hanging on its hook. I'll find that strap and get rid
of it, she thought even as a fresh sob shook her body. I'll get
even with him. I'll, I'll, ooooh my bottom hurrrrrts. I want my
mommyyyyy!