The First Day

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The First Day

(*****, f/f, Severe, nc schoolgirl paddling, caning)

A confused girl has an eventful first day at her new school. (Approximately 3,844 words. Originally published 1998-04.)

Melody was lost. There was no escaping that fact, as much as it galled her. History class had started four minutes ago and she was not one step closer to finding room F197.

She halted her walking and stared around her in confusion. She had a terrific sense of direction, but apparently it didn't work in the city. Jackson High, with over 3,000 students, was nearly the size of a small town. To a country girl like Melody, the place was bewildering. Her old school only had a dozen classrooms; JHS had ten times that.

"Young lady," growled a stern voice, "just what are you doing out of class?"

Melody turned and saw a tall woman bearing down on her. The woman was dressed in a long checkered skirt and high heels and she carried a clipboard which she consulted as she glared at Melody over her gaudy wire-rimmed glasses. Melody was surprised. If the woman hadn't been so stern-looking she might have been mistaken her for a student herself. Her anger made Melody nervous.

"Oh, hello. My name is Jelody Menkins, er, I mean Melody Jenkins. It's my first day. I guess I'm lost. Can you tell me where F197 is?"

"So you don't have a hall pass?"

"A hall pass?"

"You are out of class without permission."

"Oh, but I never made it to class. That's just it. I can't find it. I'm supposed to be in history with a, uh, Mr. Wortz."

The woman eyed the girl coldly. "As I said, you have no pass. That is a violation, you know. Please come with me."

Melody followed, puzzled. Twice she started to again explain her situation but the woman didn't even blink. She led Melody out of the F building and headed for building K, out beyond the football field. The K building was remote because it contained the noisy shop and auto-body classes. Melody had only seen the markings of the place on the school map. They passed the main entrance, however, and went around the back to a small door.

The woman opened the door and they entered. A desk was shoved into one corner, an over-full metal filing cabinet into another. One wall was covered with dozens of pinups of indecipherable blueprints, the other with a blank blackboard. A closed door was to Melody's left, and the wall to her right contained a small window with the blinds drawn.

The woman tossed her clipboard on the messy desk and sat in the chair. Her pale blue eyes studied the teenager. Melody stood near the doorway, nervous as a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. She didn't like this mysterious teacher who acted so angry but didn't say anything. Why couldn't the lady just help her find room F197? Was it a crime to be lost?

"So. Melody Jenkins, you say. You are new to JHS."

It was a relief to be spoken to. Melody nodded eagerly. "It's my first day."

"I'm afraid that's no excuse. We take discipline extremely seriously here at JHS. Wandering the halls without a pass is a spankable offense."

The temperature of the room dropped five degrees. Melody's mouth went dry as she tried to tell herself she hadn't heard what she had just heard. Did the woman really say "spankable?"

As if the confirm Melody's hypothesis, the woman stood and took an 18" hardwood ruler from the top drawer of the desk. She held it in her hand like a sword and nodded to Melody. "No hall pass is ten swats."

Melody couldn't move. Her eyes were glued to the ruler as the woman approached. This couldn't be happening. "But I didn't know--I was lost!" she sputtered, tears coming to her eyes she was so frustrated. She looked up at the woman with incredulity. "You can't be serious!"

"If you argue with me I shall make it a dozen," she cautioned. "Now assume the position."

Melody had no idea what "the position" consisted of, but she was dreadfully concerned it in some way involved presenting her backside for punishment. It had been several years since her last switching, but she would never forget how badly it made her bottom sting. Cheeks burning with shame, she dropped her books on the floor by the door and stepped into the center of the room.

"This isn't fair..." she whispered as she bent forward, gripping her ankles, her bottom thrusting out prominently behind her.

"I told you, no arguing. That's a dozen then. I want you to count them." The woman stepped up to Melody's rump. "This isn't the standard position, but it will do fine." She placed her left hand on the small of Melody's back and lifted the ruler with her right.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Oooooohhh!" screeched Melody, rising up in surprise. There had been no warning, no first stroke to let her realize what she'd gotten herself into. There was only the sudden rush of raw pain as three blistering strokes landed in the span of three seconds. She gripped her bottom through her thin dress and moaned. She realized after the fact that it didn't hurt so badly; it had been the shock that had startled her. The teacher wasn't impressed, however.

"How dare you! The impertinence! Since you like to dance so much, we shall make it twenty. Now get back in position before I get the paddle!"

Groaning, Melody bit back a retort and bent over. Her bottom tingled lightly. The ruler had a strong bite but it didn't penetrate--the pain faded quickly.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Melody sucked in her breath and gritted her teeth. The first few seconds were the worst. It felt like she backed into a hot stove and wasn't allowed to move away but had to stay with her rump pressing against the burning metal.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Oh, God, it was getting worse! Melody grunted and wiggled her bottom to relieve the sting. Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Hmmmmm," said the voice of the teacher. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Melody held her breath and tried to think. Whap! Whap! What was the woman talking about? Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Damn it was hard to concentrate while her bottom was on fire!

"You aren't counting!" growled the woman. "None of these count unless you are counting."

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Oooooh, ouch! No! Please, Miss, that's not fair. I--I forgot. Please, that has to have been twenty."

"Start counting at one."

Whap! Whap! Whap!


Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"OW! Okay, okay, that's one, two, three, four--"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Oooh, slow down, I can't--"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Ten! That's ten, eleven--"

"Melody!" The woman stopped swinging the ruler and lifted the girl's face to glare at her. "How dare you skip! You obviously need practice counting. We shall start from the beginning, and this time we will go to thirty. Are you ready?"

Tears dripped down Melody's face and her bottom itched unmercifully. She fidgeted, wondering why this woman was so unreasonable. But she had little choice but to cooperate. Perhaps there could be a lawsuit, later. She could get this teacher fired. Surely this wasn't normal school policy!

"Okay, I'm ready," Melody breathed. "But please, go slower so I can keep pace."

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Errg!" gasped Melody. That wasn't slower at all. She hissed: "Onetwothreefourfive--"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!


Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!


Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Oh! Er, eighteennineteentwentytwentyonetwentytwo--"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!


Whap! Whap! Whap!

The three strokes were low, across the tops of Melody's thighs and she shrieked in pain. "Awwww, please! It hurts!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Twentyseven, twentyeight, twenty-"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"--nine, thirty! Thirty! THIRTY! That was thirty!"

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Melody leaped up and away from the teacher. She stood sobbing, rubbing her burning buttocks and glaring at the woman. "That was THIRTY!" she kept saying over and over again.

"So?" The woman stared at her, puzzled.

"You're supposed to stop at thirty!"

"I told you we were going to forty. Since you stopped, I'm afraid we shall have to start over from the beginning."

The blood drained from Melody's face and her mouth dropped open. "You've got to be kidding!" she hissed. "This isn't fucking happening! You said _thirty_, you distinctly said THIRTY!"

The woman's face went dark with fury and Melody knew she'd made a dreadful mistake but she couldn't help it. This was so unfair. The teacher was changing the rules as she went along. Melody couldn't handle it.

But what was this? The woman was calmly putting away her ruler. Was it over? Melody felt a rush of relief flood her. Her buttocks were itchy and sore, but the feeling wasn't altogether unpleasant. In fact, as Melody rubbed the plump cheeks she felt growing warmth between her legs. Her skin was so sensitive it was remarkable. The slightest touch sent quivers of feeling through her entire body.

The woman, meanwhile, had gone to the filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. From this she took out a long wooden paddle, oval in shape and drilled with dime-sized holes. Compared to the ruler it seemed huge, and Melody's heart dropped out onto the floor and she stopped rubbing her butt.

"Noooo," she moaned, her knees feeling weak.

"I'm afraid so, Melody. Since you are a new student I wanted to go easier on you and use the ruler, but you have made that an impossible task. Your disrespect and foul language tells me you need serious punishment."

"Oh, please!" Melody collapsed to her knees, sobbing. "Please, no more. I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done to offend you, but I'm sorry. Please, don't spank me any more. I can't take it."

"Melody Jenkins! You should be ashamed of yourself! Now get up off the floor and take your punishment like a big girl. How old are you?"

Melody got to her feet and sniffed back a sob. "Sss-sixteen, ma'am." The will to fight had gone out of her. This demon was going to paddle her and there was nothing she could do about it. Best cooperate and get it over with as quickly as possible. Even history class would have been better than this.

"Sixteen years old and crawling on the ground like a baby! My, what would your boyfriend think."

Melody blushed as she imagined Brad watching her. Oh, horrors! For the first time she was glad he was three hundred and fifty miles away, back home in Oklahoma.

"Now, can you take your punishment like an adult?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"All right. To make up for your previous non-cooperation I'm going to give you twenty strokes."

Melody shuddered. Twenty! Oh, God, this was going to be difficult. She licked her lips nervously and nodded.

"But we still have the issue of your swearing, I'm afraid. That is a serious offense here at JHS. It merits at least twenty."

"Oh, nooo!"

"Hush, girl. I know it's your first day and I have an alternate plan. It will make your punishment slightly more severe, but I think you'd prefer it to the alternative. You will remove you dress and panties and lean onto the desk."

Despite all the shocks she'd already experienced, this one nearly knocked Melody over. "You want to spank me _bare_?"

"Unless you'd rather take an extra twenty.... It's your choice."

Melody gulped. Some choice. She took a deep breath and began to remove her dress. It was a thin cotton gown, protecting little more than her modesty anyway. She told herself that a paddling couldn't be much worse on the bare, but her heart trembled as she slipped off her panties, leaving her in only her bra and pumps.

"To the desk. Place your hands on the end and stick your butt out behind you."

Melody obeyed silently. "Get this over with, just get this over with," she kept telling herself.

The teacher stared jealously at Melody's trim figure and shapely ass. Her skin was pink and covered with dark red blotches from the vigorous rulering, but the lady saw there were areas she'd missed. The paddle would easily take care of them. Licking her lips, she drew back the heavy instrument, briefly glancing over her shoulder at the closed door behind her.


An explosion lifted Melody onto her toes and it was all she could do not to scream. The next blow didn't come immediately, however, and given time to access the pain, Melody realized it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. The horrible part was the humiliation of being spanked like a child, and by a stranger no less. Melody was grateful this was in a remote building. Hopefully no one would hear of this. Getting paddled her first day of school! It must be some kind of record.

The paddle slammed into her ass again and again, each blow loud and merciless. Tears leaked out the corners of Melody's eyes. The pain seemed to seep through her entire body, flooding her with warmth.


Three in a row, fast as bullets, right at the sensitive base of her butt, the paddle lifting the flesh as it connected. "Owwww!" Melody howled, biting her lip and struggling to stay in position in front of the desk.

"Shut that trap of yours or I'll really give you something to cry about!" snapped the teacher, and she laid the next several wallops in harder than ever.

Oooh, hot, hot, hot! Melody wiggled her bottom and prayed that this would soon be over. Hadn't they reached twenty yet? It felt like fifty! Oh, God, she wasn't supposed to keep count, was she? Surely the woman had said she didn't have to. But maybe she would just deny that--it was her word against Melody's.

How many had there been? Melody tried to think as the paddle pounded into her again. That vicious set of three, the followup four, and the first few made at least ten. There had been a number of others. There should only be about four or five left, max.

Gritting her teeth, Melody counted the next several blows. Only a couple more, surely. WHAM! It had to stop. WHAM! WHAM! Oh, God, that hurt. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Oh, oh! It wasn't stopping! Was the woman trying to kill her? WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Tears flowed as Melody felt all hope leave her. There was nothing she could do. If she protested, the woman would only punish her more.

WHAM! WHAM! Steeling herself, Melody resolved to take whatever the woman gave her. WHAM! WHAM! Fortunately, her bottom was going numb--the blows hurt deep down but the sting was less. WHAM! WHAM!! WHAM!!!

Melody bit back a scream of frustration. That was thirty-five! Perhaps the woman intended to give her the forty anyway. WHAM! If Melody could just hold on for a little while longer... WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Oh, please, stop! WHAM!

There was silence in the room. It took Melody a few seconds to notice it, and when she did, she began to sob. She stood bent over the desk in near collapse. Her bare ass was blistered and sore with huge welts and dark red bruises and pale blotches left by the holes in the paddle.

The woman studied the girl with satisfaction. "So, how does your ass feel, naughty girl?" she snapped.

"Uh, very sore, ma'am."

"Was it a good spanking?"

"Yes, ma'am," Melody whispered, defeated. She would have called the sun the moon for this woman. Anything to avoid more pain.

"Good. Now go stand in the corner while I fill out your punishment report. And don't you dare touch that bottom of yours!"

Melody nodded dumbly and went to the corner next to the filing cabinet. She stood with her nose to the blackboard and put her hands behind her head both because she felt that was appropriate and because she didn't want them near her throbbing bottom--the temptation to touch was too much to resist.

Time passed slowly. Melody's bottom itched terribly, and the heat from that area made the rest of her naked body seem too cool. Her brain was assaulted by strange and numerous sensations. Cold and hot, pain and pleasure, rough and smooth, wet and dry. She was painfully aware of every nuance of her body, especially the tingling between her legs. She itched to rub herself down there, but had to content herself with subtle wiggling and rubbing her thighs together. That only inflamed her more, and after fifteen minutes Melody was in erotic agony. She nearly wished she was being spanked again so the pain would help her avoid thinking about how unsatisfied she was!

"Are you ready for the rest of your spanking?"

Melody turned and saw the woman seated on the edge of the desk, watching her. She couldn't believe the lady was serious. "There's more?" she whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Swearing is a serious offense, Melody. I'm afraid a simple paddling just won't do. This calls for the cane."

"The cane!?"

"Yes." The woman got up and pulled a long wooden pointer from the railing beneath the chalkboard. The stick was about a quarter-inch thick and very flexible, as evidenced by the way she bent it into a U. "Shall we start with a dozen?"

"No," thought Melody.

"Yes, ma'am," she said.

"To the center of the room and grab your ankles."

Melody obeyed silently, hoping her cooperation would merit her some mercy. In actuality, she was so tense with pent-up desire she welcomed the cane. She hoped it would really hurt her bottom so she could stop thinking about how naked she was, how her sex was dripping, and how pretty the angry teacher with the rod looked.

"This is punishment for your swearing, Melody, so after each strike I want you to count the stroke and say out loud, the word that got you into this trouble. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

There was a soft swish and then a squishy thud. For a second Melody wasn't aware of any pain, and then it hit her. A sharp burrowing sting that just kept going deeper and deeper. For about ten seconds Melody couldn't even breathe.

"O-one," she finally gasped. She hesitated. "Fuck!" Oh, that felt good to say that!


"Eeek, oooh, two!" growled Melody. "Fuck!"


"Three fuck!"





The agony was incredible. Each stroke left a thin stripe of burning rawness that astonished Melody. She could never have imagined so much pain, let alone that she could endure it. And yet she was--the pain seemed to wash over and through her without really touching her. It was surface, external. It was almost like she was watching herself from outside her body, except that it was more intimate than that. She forgot about her arousal and thought only of the pain. She learned all of its stages: that first breath of total emptiness, followed by the overwhelming rush of emotion as the pain bit and you sank into it and lost all trace of identity, and then the amazing clearness as your focus returned to reality and when you looked around the world seemed a different place.

After each stroke Melody obediently uttered the F-word. At first it was cautious, then vigorous, and then it was only a groan of complaint as the ceaseless beating continued.

The woman carefully thrashed Melody's buttocks and then moved down her thighs. As Melody expected, she didn't stop at twelve. It wasn't until the second pass over her flesh, welts growing on top of welts, that Melody became indignant. She'd taken two dozen--it was over. She'd proved her obedience and cooperation. The caning served no more purpose.

The young woman stopped at thirty. Melody slowly raised herself upright, placing her hands behind her neck and waiting patiently for instructions. Every movement caused her flesh agony. She turned her mind to other thoughts, studying the woman as she returned the cane to its resting place. Melody watched her walk with vengeful eyes. She saw the woman's firm bottom undulating beneath her long skirt and longed to take the cane to her chastiser. Give the teacher a taste of her own medicine!

The lady plopped down behind the desk and stared at her charge. "You have done well," she said grudgingly. "At first I wasn't sure you were JHS material, but in the end you did cooperate. I hope this lesson has been instructive to you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. You may go now. The bell should be ringing in a few minutes. I shall talk to Mr. Wortz so don't worry about missing history. I doubt much happened today anyway. After all, it's only the first day of school."

Melody nodded and dressed as quickly as she was able. It wasn't easy. Her panties were a horror to put on. They felt two sizes two small and slipping them over her thighs was an exercise in self-torment. On the other hand, the dress felt light and flimsy, and Melody wondered if her glowing bottom showed through the thin material. She gathered her books and left, closing the door behind her with a relief that nearly made her weep. She hurried away from the dreadful building as fast she could walk, trying to remember where the nearest bathroom was located. She needed to wash her face and calm down before facing the rest of her day.

Behind her, in the little office room, the teacher stood to her feet with a huge smile on her face. She took off the glasses and pulled off the long skirt, revealing a pair of tight blue jeans. Underneath the white blouse was a Metalica T-shirt. Giggling, the girl rushed to the second door in the room. Two boys stumbled out, eyes glowing with humor.

"That was fuckin' awesome, Tiffany!"


"Way better than last time!"

The girl beamed. "Did you get it all on tape?"

"Fuckin A!" snapped the taller boy, holding open a duffle bag with a video camera packed inside it. "Every gorgeous twitch. The positioning was perfect. When you caned her, I zoomed right up her asshole!"

The second boy laughed. "Hot damn that girl was fiiine! How the hell did you get her?"

Tiffany shrugged. She bent down and thrust her extra clothes into the duffle bag. "Just lucky, I guess. She was wandering the halls without a pass. I busted her. These new students are so dumb they can't tell a senior from a freshman!"

All three kids laughed and exited the building, the tall one carrying the bag with the priceless cargo. The trio made plans to meet at Barry's house later to watch the performance.

The End

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