I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I swallowed hard as I got up and walked to her desk. She had told us about paddling an eighth-grade boy in one of her other classes, but she had not paddled anyone in our class to that point. She had me bend over with my forearms flat against the desk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her raise the paddle. I involuntarily tensed up. WHACK! The paddle landed squarely across my rear. It stung more than any spank I had ever gotten. There was a pause. WHACK! The second one made my eyes watery. A whispered “Ow!” escaped my mouth. “Now, wouldn’t it have been better to come back after school?” she asked. “Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled.

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