Mrs Bradford was on her way to coach an away softball game that was far enough away that the team bus had left before the end of the school day. That meant Mr Washburn would have to, regrettably, handle this himself. He called my mom, talked for less than two minutes, then had his secretary come in to witness my punishment.
I’d been paddled before, I knew the routine, but suddenly this was so much scarier. Mr Washburn wasn’t a particularly large man but he wasn’t a small one either. As I bent over his desk, I thought for a moment about the fact that he was staring at my ass in slightly too tight jeans, but even more about what was about to happen to my behind.
