Six Very Naughty Girls (8 page)

She then hustled
Lucy
back out to the changing room.
 
By the time
Alison
and her classmates came out to change,
Lucy
had long gone.

The PTA of
Chantry
High was fed up with the use of crack, pot and coke among the students. At each meeting, the teachers complained about how difficult it was to control their classes. Teen-age sex was also rampant. What were they going to do?

Mrs. Stanley, the PTA president, presented a solution. "Discipline," she said sternly. "Good, old-fashioned discipline. A whack on the butt. More formalized public spankings. It worked in my day. It will work today."

The teachers and the parents agreed.

The town council had never passed a rule outlawing corporal punishment in the public schools. The only reason physical punishment had never been used at the high school before was because some of the parents had objected. Now, things had gone too far. The PTA took a vote. 66 out of 70 members for, 3 against, 1 abstention. It was agreed that a behaviour code and list of punishments would be posted for the students.

The next morning, students giggled in disbelief as they read the following notice posted on each homeroom bulletin board and in every hall:

The students of
Chantry
High School have been granted the right and privilege of a free, public education by the laws of the United States. Any student, who interferes with any other student's right to that education, whether through an act of negligence or malice, has trespassed against his or her fellow student's rights and against the rights of the entire student body and faculty. Consequently, that student shall be punished.

Punishments are described below. Infractions not listed will be handled at the discretion of the observing teacher. Any teacher shall have the right to punish any student in any manner set forth below. No student shall have the right to appeal a teacher's decision as to time, place, nature or degree of punishment.

* Recurrent offenses will result in increased penalties.

Students are required to count off each punishment.

Students must hold still or they will be restrained or take the punishment again, at the teacher's discretion.

25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in front of class where infraction occurred. Spanks administered on skin covered by panties or undershorts.

25 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle in front of class, or students before which infraction occurred. Spanks administered on bare skin.

25 spanks administered with rough, rubber-faced ping- pong paddle in front of class or other students before which infraction occurred. Spanks administered on bare skin.

25 swats administered with bamboo cane or leather covered riding crop, in special after-school punishment forum, on bare skin.

50 spanks administered with smooth, leather covered ping-pong paddle on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.

50 spanks administered with rough, rubber-faced ping pong-paddle on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.

25 swats administered with bamboo cane on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.

25 swats administered with leather covered riding crop on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.

"If you ask me, it's just bullshit," Johnnie
Peters
announced to the gang of kids surrounding him. Johnnie was their leader. The school tough guy. A kind of a hero.

"We'll see about that, Mr. big shot," his teacher, Mr.
Pegg
yelled gleefully, as he came up behind him. "Everyone here is a witness, and accordingly, is entitled to witness John's punishment. John, you were cursing. That's punishment Number 2. Will you please read that to your friends, so they know exactly what kind of a show they're in for."

"You must be out of your mind,
Pegg
," Johnnie said sarcastically. He turned to go, but Mr.
Pegg
grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

"Ah HA!" his teacher yelled triumphantly. "Rudeness to teachers! Punishment Number 3! Want to stop here, John?"

"Bullshit!" Johnnie cried again, as he marched out the high school's entrance. "I'll see you in Never-Never Land, bozo!"

Mr.
Pegg
looked calmly at the students. "He won't be back until he agrees to take his punishment, which by now is adding up and compounding -- concepts you've learned in mathematics. He may think he's a big man, but he'll be back. He wants to play in the big game on next month."

Pegg
walked into his
formr
oom
and waited for the bell. It rang and two minutes later, little
April
Chandler
timidly came in.

"That's a big Number 1 for you, young lady," he told her. "Go to your seat. We'll break fifteen minutes early, class, I'd like all of you to stay and witness
April
's punishment. After all, she's wasted everyone's time by arriving late this morning."

The period dragged on and on. Poor
April
was terrified. She hadn't been spanked since she was a child of seven or eight, and then it had been over her mother's knee, not by a man she hardly knew in front of 22 of her closest friends. She'd have to see these kids again everyday for the whole year.

Fifteen minutes before the bell was about to ring, Mr.
Pegg
announced. "Now, class, it's time for something even more instructive than our history lesson." He opened his desk drawer and removed a smooth, black leather ping- pong paddle. He held it in one hand and slapped it smartly against the palm of the other so that it made a loud smacking sound.

"
April
Chandler
will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behaviour is any indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of this."

The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than little
April
, who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears.

"
April
Chandler
," Mr.
Pegg
said. "Come up to the front of the room."

She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs.

"What have you got to say to me and to the class?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Apologise!" he commanded.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered.

"Say, 'I'm sorry for coming in late.'"

"I'm sorry for coming in late."

"Say it to the class. Face the class,
April
."

April
turned towards her classmates. Her face was bright red. "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," she said quietly.

"Say it louder,
April
. We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a while you're going to be very sorry."

"I'm sorry for coming in late, class,"
April
said distinctly and took a deep breath.

"Now class, and
April
," Mr.
Pegg
said. "The Code requires all students to count out the number of spanks they deserve. Because you have come in late,
April
, you deserve 25. You will be spanked over your panties. Should you come in late again, at any time during the current semester, you will receive 25 spanks on your bare skin. In this very classroom, in front of all your classmates. However, for now, that will not be necessary."

April
had turned white and was beginning to tremble.

"Turn around and face my desk,
April
."

She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr.
Pegg
approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge."

April
did as she was ordered. Mr.
Pegg
waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back.

In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of tiny red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he said. "Begin to count after each stroke,
April
."

With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whooshed through the air and landed in the middle of
April
's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with the impact. "One," she said meekly.

"It will have to be louder if you want it to count,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
said.

He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball.

"
Ow
! Oh, Mr.
Pegg
!"
April
cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two."

"We can dispense with the commentary," Mr.
Pegg
said as he let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock.

"Three,"
April
shouted as the pain rippled through her.

A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at
Chantry
High and any one of them could be next.

Mr.
Pegg
brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on her left buttock. This time
April
gasped. "Four!" she cried.

Now Mr.
Pegg
began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, centre, and the next, centre, left, right.
April
was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain.

However, Mr.
Pegg
waited for
April
to count the correct number after each blow.

When they reached number 13, he put all his force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands. "Please, Sir, please. I'll do anything. Please stop. Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears.