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SSC: Oops 09
(****, M/f, Severe, Schoolgirl paddling)
A naughty girl fools an innocent. (Approximately 465 words. Originally published 1998-06.)
"Sit and wait while I go find Mr. Jasper," ordered the math teacher.
Reluctantly, Brin sat. She dreaded the principal's arrival. Being caught smoking was a serious offense. No doubt it would be her backside smoking shortly.
Mr. Jasper's office was neat and elegantly furnished. There were bookcases filled with thick volumes that Brin figured no one had ever read, a desk with a highly polished surface, and several prestigious-looking framed diplomas on one wall. Most notable to Brin, however, was the fearful wooden paddle with the words "Board of Education" emblazoned on the blade.
For ten minutes Brin sat and stared at that paddle, growing more and more depressed. There was no sign of Mr. Jasper. Bored, she wandered. She didn't understand the book titles, and chose not to venture between the covers. There was nothing of interest in the principal's desk. Exasperated, she opened the door and peeked out.
There was no one about. Brin wondered if she dared sneak away. Surely she'd be found out and her punishment would be even worse.
Just as she was thinking this, Carrie, a freshman girl Brin vaguely knew, passed by. An evil idea flashed into the senior girl's head. She hailed Carrie.
"Hi, Brin. What are you doing?"
Brin grimaced. "Could you help me? I'm waiting for a very important telephone call. My dad's been in a accident."
Carrie gasped. "That's terrible!"
"Yeah, but I've GOT to go to the restroom. Would you mind waiting in case the phone rings? I can't miss the call."
"Oh, of course."
That said, Carrie took Brin's place.
Exactly six minutes later, the door opened and Mr. Jaspers entered. Carried leapt up in surprise. "Oh! Mr. Jasper! I thought--"
Mr. Jasper frowned. "Enough chatter, girl. Let's get this over with. I'm sure you know the penalty for smoking: ten swats." He went straight for the paddle behind the desk.
The blood drained from Carrie's face. "Wh-wh-what?"
"Get in position."
"But sir, there's some kind of mistake--"
"You have five seconds to comply."
Stunned, Carrie found herself bending across the desk, resting her forearms on the smooth surface. Suddenly she regreted wearing her favorite white jeans -- the ones that accented her rear end so nicely.
"Sir, there's a mistake. I wasn't smoking."
"That's what they all say."
"But I was just waiting for Brin White's phone call!"
"Girls will say anything to get out of paddling," growled the man, hefting the paddle.
"But it's true!"
"Just for that, I'll make it fifteen swats. Now shut your trap and take your medicine, or I'll add even more!"
Carried gulped and closed her eyes. As she waited for the first blow, she vowed bitter revenge on a certain brown-haired cheerleader named Brin White.