Hal was now ready to talk to Pres Gatewood and negotiate the details of his daughter Heidi's punishment in exchange for the restoration of her honors lost as a result of the shower incident. Pres suggested a meeting with Willard Allen attorney for the school. Several School board members, Martha Fleck, the principal and Vernon Twoomy, the vice principal would be there. Hal and Jan should come. Heidi wanted to come but Jan convinced her that it would be easier to arrive at agreement if she stayed home.

Hal had spent the weekend doing research. He had handled wood samples. He had made calculations. He had talked to Jan at length, of course, for it was she who had actually felt the painful smack of several paddles on her luscious derriere.

It had to be a lighter wood. He was sure of that. Oak, Maple, or any other hard dense wood was too bruising. Indeed, Jan sported bluish bruises on her buttocks, the result, Hal was convinced, of the 3 licks with the frat paddle. That paddle was 3/4" thick and 20" of business end, all in a heavy uncompromising hardwood.

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J Preston Gatewood opened the meeting. "We have considered your offer and my clients are willing to drop all claims if Heidi's status is completely restored. In exchange Heidi is willing to submit to moderate corporal punishment."

"What do you mean, moderate, Pres? My client feels that she is due a real punishment, not some token pats."

"That's right," seconded Martha. "We have discipline to maintain and if we let Heidi off with a slap on the wrist, the kids will all know there are no consequences for behavior like this."

"See, Pres, from our point of view, it's got to be the real thing. Old goin'-to the-woodshed discipline. Hope you understand, Mr and Mrs Lawson," Willard said, adressing them directly.

"What exactly do you have in mind, Willard?" asked Preston.

"I'll let Mr Twoomy address that. Vern?"

"As you know I'm dean of discipline so this falls under my baliwick. Kelly and I were looking in an old storeroom and found these." As school secretary, Kelly had volunteered to help. Twoomy reached into a bag and pulled out two paddles. One was dark and heavy-looking, about 24" long with dime-sized holes down both sides. The other was much shorter, about 15" long, 3" wide and much thinner, about 3/8". It was made of a lighter wood. In fact it was plywood. Hal knew at a glance that he had to negotiate for the lighter paddle.

Twoomy picked up the heavier one. "I called Jess Cranston. He coached here and was acting VP in the 60's. This is the official paddle used for discipline in those days. This is what we propose--10 licks--she can wear thin slacks or a skirt, not too thick. It's the way they all took it back then."

Twoomy handed the implement to Hal, and he and Jan perused it. "It's like your frat paddle, Hal, it'll kill her," whispered Jan. "I've still got bruises and it was only 3 swats." Hal nodded.

"This paddle could injure someone. What about the other one?" asked Hal.

"Don't know where this came from, but it's too light-you couldn't feel this through jeans. Not acceptable." Vern crossed his arms. Martha nodded in agreement.

"I know where it came from." They all turned around and looked at Kelly Shore, who had been taking notes. Kelly was the school secretary, a former student now in her mid 20's. "If I can speak?"

"Sure Kelly, tell us," said Martha.

"I went to high school here 7 years ago. This belonged to Miss Finnegan, the girl's PE teacher. It-it wasn't supposed to be used, you know, I guess they had done away with spankings...officially I mean. But if you had detention with Miss Finnegan she would give you a choice. She made us run laps and stuff and do pushups and write lots of lines sometimes too. But you could also wipe the slate clean with swats, or really, a spanking. It was a secret, I guess, I used to get in trouble a lot, so I knew. She only did it with a few of us. You would tell her you'd rather get option 2 rather than option 1--lines. So if you wanted option 2 you went and waited outside her office. There were always 2 or 3 of us that took option 2 'cause it was over with fast and you got out of there.

"She'd come down to her office which was in the basement and take us in one at a time. She'd put a chair in front of her desk and sit in it. Then she'd ask again if you were sure you wanted the licks. If you said yes, she told you to pull your skirt up or take your pants down and get over her lap like a little kid. I hated that part. It was so humiliating, so childish. But she said it was part of the punishment--it was supposed to shame us a little. Then she'd ask you to lift up a little and she'd slip her fingers in your underwear and slide it down to your knees. So there you were, bare butt sticking up. Talk about embarrassing! But it was her way or no deal. Then she'd tell you to hold on tight to the bottom rungs of the chair. There was this wait for a moment then you'd get it. She gave between 10 and 15 spanks with that paddle. Wow, did it ever sting. I cried every time. So did some other girls."

Everyone listened to this was gaping in amazement. Then Willard spoke. "Ah, Kelly, were you bruised at all? Any lasting effects?"

"No," said Kelly thoughtfully. "I didn't feel like sitting down for a while, that's for sure. But, no, there were no bruises...my er, butt was red though--really red." Kelly blushed.

"I'll be a..." said Vern in wonderment, "Racheal Finnegan. Who would have thought?" Vern had taught history during Racheal's tenure.

"Pres, can I have a minute with my clients? Be right back."

When they came back in 5 minutes later, Willard spoke. "Ok, this is the offer. We'll agree to use the light paddle, but Heidi takes 15 licks with it, bare butt."

"C'mon Willard that's indecent. She's an 18 year old girl!"

"Who jumped in the shower nude with half a dozen boys," Willard shot back.

"Ten and she gets to wear gym shorts, " said Hal. The board members shook their heads.

" We'll go for 12 swats, but no shorts. She can wear a thong to cover her private parts, but her buttocks will be bare. This has to hurt." Martha was emphatic.

Hal and Jan looked at each other. At least it was the light paddle. "Ok," said Hal, "but who, ah, does it?"

"I guess that'd be me," said Twoomey, "but I can't say I'm comfortable with it. Seems indecent."

"Can't it be a woman?" pleaded Jan. Martha thought for a moment. She saw the problem. It would be indecent, a man giving a ripe 18 year old schoolgirl a bare bottom spanking.

"Well," said Martha, turning to Vern, "we can get Sandy Smith to do it." Vern nodded. A logical choice. Sandy Smith was the new girl's PE and health instructor and coached girl's volleyball and tennis. She was 31 and single, a recent transplant from Texas.

"Ok, I'll talk to her," said Martha.

"I guess that's it then," said Willard shuffling his papers, "we'll draw up the releases. Heidi will have to sign too. Her reinstatement will be effective as soon as you dismiss your suit. Martha, I'll leave it to you as to when Heidi gets her paddling."

"I insist on being present," said Jan.

"Ok, but Vern has to be there along with Martha," said Willard.

"And I insist on having our attorney there," said Martha.

Jan and Hal knew they couldn't spare their daughter's modesty. They argued about it, but eventually reluctantly agreed. ************************************************************

They bought it! She couldn't believe it, but they bought it! Now Miss Brainy Heidi Lawson was going to get her plump fanny well and truly tanned! Kelly's subtle manipulations had paid off. From the suggestion she'd planted in Ned's head as they were chatting in the school office, to planting the light paddle(purchased from a sex shop--she had been embarrassed to even go in there) in the storeroom and "finding" it for Twoomy. And ah, the crowning achievement, telling that totally fabricated story about Miss Finnegan. They had actually believed it. One last thing would make it perfect--for her to witness Heidi's humiliating punishment.

Actually Kelly liked Heidi. That was the strange thing. But for some reason, the image of the cute teenager bent over for a paddling on her plump derriere was exciting. The thought made her weak in the knees and made her pussy wet.

When they got back to school it was too late to call Sandy Smith in, she had already gone home. While she was getting ready to go home Kelly heard Martha talking to Sandy on the phone, telling her the story. She hung up and came into the outer office.

"Sandy wants to know, Kelly, if you could run the paddle out to her place on your way home. Could you do that?"

"Sure. I know where Sandy Smith lives. It's right on the way," offered Kelly. Yummy! Here we go, thought Kelly.

What Kelly had not told anyone was her ultimate fantasy-- what she secretly wished had transpired in Racheal Finnegan's office. In the heat of a passionate schoolgirl crush, she really had once actually suggested to Miss Finnegan that she be punished in this way, but Miss Finnegan had brushed it off as ridiculous and had made her do detention the standard way.

In Kelly's imagination, though, there had been something sexy and arousing about the idea of a paddling from Miss Finnegan. And the whole idea of a paddling for Heidi's stunt was incredibly sexy too. Kelly imagined feelings of fear, embarrassment and arousal upon reporting to Miss Finnegan for a paddling. Racheal Finnegan had been a beautiful and imposing woman. She was so sophisticated and worldly compared to the simple country girls in Kockum's Mills. She had been tall, with stylish long dark hair, and an athletic figure--and piercing blue eyes that made Kelly weak in the knees. Kelly liked boys, too, but from the beginning there had been an undeniable attraction to Miss Finnegan. And Miss Finnegan had been so firm, such an imposing, self-assured lady. Kelly had melted in the unwavering gaze of those blue eyes. And the strange thing was, Kelly had never even spanked. So why was the idea so exciting? Why did she lie across her bed at night, buttocks bared, and spank herself with a broad backed hairbrush, watching herself in the full length mirror as her bottom turned pink?

So in her imagination, she had bared her buttocks and had willingly laid across the lap of the beautiful gym mistress. She had endured the stinging swats of the paddle. She had allowed the tears to flow. But when it was over, Miss Finnegan had caressed her red stinging behind, soothing her in low tones, telling her what a good girl she had been to take her punishment well. Then the fingers had strayed into the warm dampness between her thighs, caressing her mound, then slipping inside. Kelly had been so startled that first time. But it had felt so good, so natural. Kelly would start to hump and flop around, becoming excited by the insistent manipulation of her clitoris. Miss Finnegan would whisper, "Pinch your nipples, Kelly, go ahead," and Kelly would pinch the swollen nubs, writhing across Miss Finnegan's lap mewling in pleasure at the wicked sensations. Her pussy would be soaking, the fingers sliding in and out of her cunt until she came, bucking and squirming in orgasm.

Then Miss Finnegan would let her up, and give her a hug followed by a tender kiss. It was her "reward" Miss Finnegan said, for being a good girl and taking her punishment. Then the mist of the fantasy would fade, leaving Kelly alone in her bed contemplating her tingling pink bottom.

In reality, Kelly was a stammering schoolgirl around Miss Finnegan. Even coming across her path in the hall, Kelly's mouth would be dry, her heart hammering. Still, whenever she had a detention she would imagine asking for the ignoble childish punishment and in her fantasy Miss Finnegan would oblige. Racheal Finnegan left midway through Kelly's senior year. Kelly was devastated. She admitted finally to herself that she had been in love with this woman, that she had had a schoolgirl crush on a teacher. She even imagined Racheal Finnegan, alone in her apartment at night stimulating herself to orgasm after orgasm with a lifelike dildo or a buzzing vibrator. Would she replay in her mind the delicious spanking of Kelly's nude buttocks as the sweet teenager lay across her lap, bare and vulnerable? Would she savor the memory of each crisp smack of the spanking paddle, the quivering of Kelly's fleshy ass cheeks, and the throes of sexual exctasy experienced by the girl under the expert ministrations of Racheal's gentle hand? Kelly imagined that she did indeed.

But now to action. The plan was in motion. Heidi Lawson was going to get her little sit spot soundly paddled. And she was off to deliver the implement of Heidi's chastisement to Miss Smith.