It’s Friday once again at Paddlebutt Girls High
And this week’s miscreants, outside the Principal's 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 vas.
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
Not a ounce of shame, does Lianne feel, at this exposure of her bum
It's been the field of sport of principals and vices, for years past, and years to come
At twelve, a girl might be coy and shy at such lewd exposure for the first time
But at sixteen, and paddled hundreds of times past Lianne has come the feel "my bum is no longer mine"
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 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
But her bum is redder, and ablaze, and much swollen, bruised, and raw
Nevertheless, not a tear, Lianne sheds, despite a paddling so blistering
It’s no big deal for Lianne, paddling's become such a routine chore
She stiffly walks out of the Principal’s office
With legs slightly astride to ease the throbbing
But, of her violated, red and 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, and swollen.
Principal Paddlebutt
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