Lianne’s Paddling


It’s Friday once again at Paddlebutt Girls High.
And this week’s miscreants, outside the Principals office queue.
To await their punishment, soon to be their due
From the Principal's paddle, it’s grim weekly work soon to do.

As they stand in fearsome trepidation
Some all a fidget, with bums tingling in anticipation
One girl, by her sullen demeanour appears,
Not to share, or care, about her companion’s fears.

The girl of whom I speak, Lianne McVay by name
Sixteen years old, just turned, and so well aquainted with the game
Few girls are paddled more than Lianne, for being tardy
And here she stands once more awaiting her usual appointment on Friday.

Their she stands, unmoved, as from the Principal’s office resound the loud pops
and the cries of her suffering younger companions, as they leave
One by one, faces red and tears in eyes, and bottoms ablaze, from their swats
She has seen and heard so often, it no longer makes her grieve.

So many times has Lianne been paddled, that no one has kept account,
Since twelve years old in junior high, barely a week has gone past,
With out her bottom being set ablaze, with paddle swats of numerous amount
She is beyond caring for that tender part, now hardened, by paddlings so vast.

Her younger companions dispatched, Lianne’s turn has come,
And once again, she is to feel, the paddle against her bum.
She sullenly walks into the office, and, without needing to be told,
Assumes the position, bends and grabs her ankles, with legs spread wide and bold.

The Principal stands, with paddle in hand, and a savage tool it looks,
Two feet long and four inches wide, and half inch thick, solid oak
With small holes, to make it’s descent all the swifter
To turn a young girl’s tender buttocks into red and swollen hillocks.

The Principal lifts Lianne’s short summer dress, and once again exposes,
Her sixteen year old bottom, with cheeks spread wide, and cleft wide open with buttocks parted,
And with only thin cotton panties to protect it,
He surveys this most familiar scene, and prepares for the paddling to get started.

Hardened though her bottom is, from past paddlings beyond number
The Principal will, by force of swing, still make her feel the sting.
Of the heavy oak paddle, as once again it does its grim work on Lianne’s bum,
As the Principal strikes all the harder, to try, in vain, to reform this tardy and hardened one.



Swish! POP! The first swat descends Lianne hardly winces
Swish! POP! The second swat descends, slightly lower, and right across the open cleft of Lianne’s bum. An intake of breath, but not a squeak or a cry from Lianne.
Swish! POP! The third swat – getting progressively harder. The parts of her bum peeping out below her panties are now bright crimson.
Swish! POP! The fourth – the hardest yet – Lianne lets out a gasp, but still not a word, not a squeak.
Swish! POP! The fifth – harder still, and Lianne cannot help but let out a yell. Still she does not move, but holds firmly the position she knows so well. She knows that to rise will mean more swats.
Swish! POP The sixth. Her bum is now ablaze to the point of numbness, except for the tingling throbbing which is beginning to penetrate into her more intimate parts, which, are so close to the paddle blows in her current spreadeagled and bent position.
Swish! POP! The seventh. Yet harder still. Lianne remains silent but for a short gasp.
Swish! POP! The eighth. Given with all the principal’s strength. Lianne lets out a wince and topples forward slightly, but quickly regains her position. Her whole bottom is now numbed to pain, but the tingling and throbbing is reaching a greater intensity, and spreading deep into her intimate parts.
Swish! POP!

Swish! POP!

The ninth and tenth swats, given with all his strength. The principal, out of breath from his exertion, slowly places the paddle on the desk.

Lianne remains still, until she hears the Principal softly say “Lianne McVay, you may rise now. Your punishment is over”.

Slowly Lianne rises, her face beetroot red, and her eyes glistening.
Her bottom it won’t be healed for a month, it is so swollen and raw.
But not a tear, Lianne sheds, despite a paddling so blistering.
It’s no big deal for Lianne, it’s become just a routine chore.

She stiffly walks out of the Principal’s office,
With legs still slightly astride to try and ease the throbbing
But, of her violated red swollen bottom, she thinks nothing of it
So many times past has it been subject to such a flogging

Neither of the curious tingling heat and throbbing in her vulva,
Which she first noticed when paddled at thirteen, but has never understood
But has increased in intensity with each paddling since, and
She wonders why, with each paddling, that intimate part, as well as her bum, becomes bright red.

She wonders why, when paddled at twelve or thirteen, the gusset of her panties
Became wet with wee, but now, since fifteen or sixteen,
It becomes wet with something else, which she knows not why
But, somehow, is strangely pleasant, and helps her face her many paddlings, by and by.

By Principal Paddlebutt

Principal Paddlebutt's writing style is reminiscent of
the contributions of a former contributer who no longer contributes any contributions.

The Gender Genie says Principal Paddlebutt is definitely female.

Words: 909

(NOTE: The genie works best on texts of more than 500 words.)

Female Score: 1695
Male Score: 1090

The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: female!

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Analysis
Feminine Keywords Masculine Keywords
[with] 17 x 52 = 884 [around] 0 x 42 = 0
[if] 0 x 47 = 0 [what] 0 x 35 = 0
[not] 8 x 27 = 216 [more] 4 x 34 = 136
[where] 0 x 18 = 0 [are] 3 x 28 = 84
[be] 3 x 17 = 51 [as] 7 x 23 = 161
[when] 2 x 17 = 34 [who] 0 x 19 = 0
[your] 1 x 17 = 17 [below] 1 x 8 = 8
[her] 29 x 9 = 261 [is] 15 x 8 = 120
[we] 0 x 8 = 0 [these] 0 x 8 = 0
[should] 0 x 7 = 0 [the] 45 x 7 = 315
[she] 16 x 6 = 96 [a] 18 x 6 = 108
[and] 34 x 4 = 136 [at] 3 x 6 = 18
[me] 0 x 4 = 0 [it] 14 x 6 = 84
[myself] 0 x 4 = 0 [many] 3 x 6 = 18
[hers] 0 x 3 = 0 [said] 0 x 5 = 0
[was] 0 x 1 = 0 [above] 0 x 4 = 0
[to] 19 x 2 = 38

On that basis, it's most certainly time to consign the Gender Genie to the bin.

Perhaps you would like to elaborate Lotta. The Gender Genie thinks the revised version was also written by a female.

There is no way on God's earth (or indeed elsewhere) that either poem was written by anything resembling a woman.

I guess only Principal Paddlebutt can tell us. I thought the story resembles the Speedway and Boxing storys posted some time ago. Maybe it only wishful thinking.

I am very sorry, Bob T in downtown Chicago, to bring you further disappointment. The boxing and speedway stories were written by a man.

I thought those storys were written by Gillian under an assumed name. Are you saying that Gillian was/is a man?

I have read again the stories and can find nothing therein that suggests they were written by a female.

I am assured that Gillian is indeed a woman, albeit one of an alternative persuasion. The word on the street in that she works for ‘Private Eye’ magazine.