With only three weeks left, the suspension was totally out if the question as I had worked very hard to maintain my 3.9 GPA throughout my entire high school career and this would destroy that. So without any other options available I chose the swats. After all how bad can that be?
He said they would be administered right then and there and asked me if I had anything in my back pockets. I said no. I had chosen to wear a really tight pair of thin jeans over my sheer panties to enhance my backside as I walked since my hubby to be loved to see me like that.
Well I was told the reason for eight swats was six for the smoking and two for calling Miss Caldwell a bitch and arguing with him. He told me to bend over his desk and remain until he was done. I complied with some optimism that this would be over quick and not hurt that bad.