"Heidi, are you sure you want to do this?" Hal asked as the family sat around the table perusing the papers. The Lawson's attorney had worked out the wording of the settlement agreement with Willard Allen. Hal, Jan, and Heidi especially, read section 4(a) very carefully. Heidi felt a flutter in her stomach as she read the words.

"...in consideration of the terms as set forth herein...Miss Lawson will accept the administration of reasonable corporal punishment to be inflicted upon her person, to wit, 12(twelve) strokes with the instrument identified in paragraph 7 herein, to be applied to her bared buttocks by a designated school authority; and she will cooperate with said school authority in its execution."

Gosh! thought Heidi. It sounds like a death warrant for the electric chair. I probably won't want a chair for a while after they do it.

"I'll sign, dad, mom. I just want to graduate as valedictorian. I worked too hard to quit now." She picked up the pen and scribbled her name with a flourish. "There!" she said forcefully.

"You're a brave girl, sweetheart," said Hal.

The agreement was signed on Monday. The lawsuit was dismissed on Tuesday. Now on a bright Wednesday morning in May all that remained was the paddling to be inflicted on Heidi. Heidi had been told that they would do it on Friday--to let her have the weekend to recover. In the meantime she returned to class. Everyone wanted to know what had happened, but Heidi was closed mouthed about it. She told her friends an announcement would be made. All of her friends except Clark Freeny, that is. She had a special talk with Clark. Clark was thought by all of his classmates to be something of a techno-dweeb. The science club, sound guy for the drama club, multimedia and computer freak--that was Clark. Heidi thought he was sweet--and he was hopelessly smitten with Heidi.

Friday morning finally came. Heidi had been on pins and needles all week. It was hard concentrating on school. She contemplated her wardrobe. What do you wear to your own paddling, she wondered? She was getting it bare, she knew, so she had bought some thong panties that covered not an inch of her sumptuous behind. She chose a loose pleated skirt, one she could unclip and step out of, and a thin sweater. What about stockings? She felt positively naked under her skirt. Finally, she decided on a garter belt and hose. She felt it would be undignified to be yanking down her tights. Thus attired, she regarded herself in the full length mirror in her room. She turned and, looking over her shoulder, hoisted her skirt and regarded the pale moons of her bottom framed by the tiny garter belt. They won't be pale for long, she thought with a shiver.

There was an awkward moment at school that day when she ran into Sandy Smith in a near-deserted hallway. Sandy gave her a wry smile. "Hello, Heidi," she said evenly. "Oh, hi, Miss Smith," said Heidi, unconsciously twisting her fingers, "Uh, I guess we have a date today, huh?" Geez, this felt awkward. Heidi's eyes travelled nervously over Sandy's buff frame, especially dwelling on the strong-looking arms and shoulders. Sandy sensed the teenager's nervousness.

"Look, Heidi, no hard feelings, I hope. They've given me a job to do, and I have to do it."

"I understand, Miss Smith. It's ok," said Heidi, trying to smile.

Sandy tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Look at it this way. It could have been worse. It could have been Twoomy."

"Yeah," said Heidi with a grimace. "I guess you're right."

There was an awkward silence as both women stood there, not knowing quite what to say. Sandy broke the silence. "Well, I've got to get going. See you at 3 o'clock."

"Yeah," said Heidi, "See you at three." Oh God! The full weight of this awful drama hit her. At three pm this woman, who was now striding purposefully away, was going to order her to bare her bottom and present it to a room full of people and be paddled. Twelve hard licks with a wooden board. She feared the ordeal would be very different from the sexy lover's spanking given her by her boyfriend. A surge of arousal hit her as she recalled the previous weekend. But the spanking had stung too, and Eric had just used his hand. A wooden paddle would be much worse.

The whole day Heidi kept watching the clock. The waiting seemed unbearable. Finally the bell rang for last period. It was about halfway through her history class when the announcement came over the intercom: "Heidi Lawson, please report to the office." This was it! Heidi felt a cold knot form in her middle. She hastily gathered her things and left the class. No one knew what was about to happen.

In the outer office Kelly smiled sweetly at Heidi when she came in. "I think they're ready for you," said Kelly with a smirky grin, enjoying Heidi's obvious discomfort. Now she'll find out what a real bare butt licking feels like. "I'll buzz Mrs Fleck." She turned to her intercom, "Mrs Fleck, Heidi is here."

Mrs Fleck's monotone emanated from the squawk box. "Send her in."

Heidi was so nervous that she felt that her legs were about to give out on her. Her mouth was dry, her heart beating like a triphammer. They were all there standing around the inner room of Martha Fleck's office. A low portable table had been positioned in front of Mrs Fleck's desk. Next to it was a heavy armless chair. Somebody had put a pillow on the table. Her mother grasped Heidi's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Are you ok, honey?" she asked. Heidi nodded. She looked around the room. Twoomey was there. So was Willard Allen. The school board was represented by Marge Simmons.

Standing beside the desk was Sandy Smith. She was wearing a tank top and warmup pants, gear that gave her plenty of flexibility of movement--and she was holding the paddle. It was the first time Heidi had actually seen it. It looked scary--15" by 3" of laminated plywood tapering to a gripping handle.

Martha Fleck began. "Heidi, you know why we are here. Before we begin I just want to say that what you did was a hairbrained stunt and you are now to be punished for it. You will receive twelve strokes with the paddle from Miss Smith. Do you have anything to say?"

At this moment Heidi gathered herself and took a deep breath. "No ma'am. I've already said all that I have to say about this but it is my hope that female students here keep protesting about the deplorable conditions in our facilities until something is done about it!"

"Very well, Heidi. That's quite enough." She shook her head. For such a bright girl Heidi had sure pulled a lamebrain stunt. And for what? Looking around she said, "Anybody else?" A few shook their heads. Turning to Sandy she said, "Miss Smith, you may proceed."

Sandy nodded and turned to Heidi. "Heidi, here is how this will happen. You will adjust your clothing as agreed and bend over with your elbows and forearms flat on the table. There is a pillow you may lie across. You will remain in position until all twelve swats have been given. You will hold that position and not get up. If you rise up, that swat will be repeated. If you rise twice, we will discontinue the paddling in this position and you will come over my knee as I sit in this chair and take the remainder of your swats that way. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Miss Smith." Inwardly Heidi groaned. The penalty swats had been in the fine print. Put there by that Willard Allen no doubt. He was a smart cookie--didn't miss anything.

"All right then, let's begin. Either lift or take off your skirt."

With shaky fingers Heidi fumbled at the catch of her skirt. She unzipped it and let it drop. The effect was stunning. Heidi was virtually naked below the waist, clad now in only a garter belt, stockings and and thong panties that only emphasized the swelling cheeks of her curvy behind. The center thong disappeared into the deep cleft between her pouting bottom cheeks. A thin sweater hugged her top. The sight was so sexy that both Vern Twoomey and Willard Allen shuffled discretely to relieve pressure on erections beginning to sprout. Martha Fleck's eyes narrowed. The little minx--she did this on purpose. Martha had had some sympathy for Heidi before--now she hoped Sandy Smith would give it to her but good.

Having taken off the skirt Heidi looked to Miss Smith for her next instruction. "Assume the position, Heidi."

Heidi placed the pillow at the edge of the table and bent over. The height of the table was such that with Heidi's weight resting on her elbows, her body was bent at 90 degrees. Perfect, thought Sandy, her bottom is stuck out, the cheeks nicely rounded but relaxed. She took her stance to Heidi's right and measured the distance. Heidi flinched when she felt the cold wood pressed lightly against her butt. Sandy brought the paddle back and swung from the shoulder.

SPLAT! The paddle struck Heidi's buttocks dead on target right across the divide between cheeks. The fatty flesh rippled on impact. Heidi's mouth flew open. Her eyes bulged. A wave of searing pain hit her like nothing she'd ever felt. Oh...oh...she thought. This really stings! But she held on.

A few seconds later Sandy drew back again. SPLAT! The sound ricocheted in the small room. Heidi sucked air between her teeth. Omigod! she thought. The third SPLAT! was the hardest yet, nearly taking her breath away. Her knees dropped. She scrunched her eyes closed in agony.

Sandy was getting a rhythm now. She was hitting Heidi in the sweet spot between the crown and the base of her sit spot. The crowns of the curvy teenaged buttocks were circular red splotches. SPLAT! Number four produced a low moan from Heidi. SPLAT! "Ow...ow...," mewed Heidi. It was an unbearable sting. Swats number six and seven were also unbearable. Heidi yelped and shifted her feet. She was trying desperately to hang on to the table. Crack! The paddle smacked Heidi's jouncy buttocks for the eighth time. It was too much. Heidi gave a cry and shot upright clutching her burning bottom. Sandy stood back, watching Heidi's contortions. She shook her head. Too bad.

"I'm sorry, Heidi. That one did not count. Assume the position again."

Fighting for control, Heidi bent over again. WHAP! The second try to deliver swat number eight produced the same result. A teary Heidi broke position and raised up, clutching her inflamed nether cheeks. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Miss Smith it just hurts too much." Heidi was dancing around, hands behind, squeezing her bottom."

"I'm sorry too, Heidi. We're going to have to do this a different way." Sandy laid the paddle on the table with a clatter and dragged the chair in front of it. Seating herself, she motioned to Heidi. "Heidi, place yourself face down across my lap."

With an embarrassed groan Heidi laid across the lap of the attractive gym teacher. Sandy pulled her over her knees until she had Heidi's fanny uppermost and positioned just right. Clamping her arm over Heidi's back and pulling her in snugly, Sandy picked up the paddle. "We start with number eight, Heidi." CRACK! She whipped the paddle down with a brisk wristy motion. Heidi's bottom cheeks jiggled at impact.

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In the classrooms all over the school students sat transfixed as they listened to the paddling that, unknownst to those in Martha Fleck's office, was being broadcast over the intercom. The wireless mic that Clark had placed in the heating duct and patched into the PA system was working to perfection. Teachers, who had not been told anything, thought it must either be intentional, or were too stunned to act. They were hearing the whole thing. And while the school board had planned a weekend press release after the fact, Heidi had one-upped them and broadcast it as a testament to her martyrdom.

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Sandy spanked Heidi with slow measured licks of the paddle, carefully drawing back and taking aim each time. Heidi took the remaining five swats squirming and wriggling over Sandy's knee, her nude buttocks wobbling with each hard paddle spank. "Ow...ow...oh...," exclaimed Heidi sharply as each licky swat splatted against her fanny. With a final CRACK! of the hard paddle Sandy released her grip. A sheen of sweat covered her brow. This had been hard. But, she was not unmindful of the eroticism of this whole procedure and hoped that no one could smell her arousal. Maybe she would call Kelly later on.

"Ok, Heidi, we are all done. You can get up now," said Sandy, helping a wobbly Heidi to her feet.

Heidi rose on uncertain legs. Her ass was positively on fire. It was a livid red and looked swollen. Heidi gingerly stepped into her skirt handed to her by her mother who looked on anxiously. She did not know if she could stand to touch her butt, it hurt so. Her eyes were red and silent tears trickled down her cheeks. She had been soundly punished.

The faces of those in authority were smug. Sandy had really dished out a blistering. Justice had been done.

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When the final bell rang, a stunned student body rushed for the doors. The word began to spread. "Did you hear it?" "I can't believe it!" "Omigod! Poor Heidi!" The story was on everyone's lips.

Heidi slipped out the side door and went home with her mother. After her mom had spead cold cream on Heidi's injured bottom, Heidi had rushed to Eric's arms for comfort, assuring her folks that she was ok.

By then the harsh sting of the paddling had receded to a hot glow that had unleashed a tidal wave of arousal in Heidi. Since Heidi could not sit comfortably, she had bent over while Eric had kneeled behind her and licked her wet slit up and down, tonguing her little bud while he mashed his face between her red and swollen bottom cheeks. Later they discovered that Heidi could sit comfortably astride Eric's strong thighs and impale herself on Eric's raging hard cock. She slid up and down on the hard shaft, pleasuring herself to orgasm while Eric pinched the hardened nipples of her breasts. Later they discovered that Eric could take her from the rear as she knelt on her hands and knees, as long as he took it ever so slowly. It was even arousing to have his groin softly slapping the red and swollen cheeks as he slid in and out of her tight pussy. Since his initial climax had taken the edge off, he was able to give her several long slow shaftings. She hid there all weekend.

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The news spread like wildfire. It was a surprised Martha Fleck who was ambushed by reporters at her home that night. News headlines the next day proclaimed: "STRIPPED SCHOOLGIRL PADDLED" and "NUDE VALEDICTORIAN GETS A SPANKING". By Sunday camera crews from CNN, Fox, and other news organizations had descended on Kockum's Mills.

The initial media firestorm played itself out, eventually. Life returned to normal in Kockum's Mills--except for Heidi. There was still a huge interest in her celebrity. In a surprise move Heidi's family hired Willard Allen to be their point man. Heidi said she didn't have that much faith in J Preston Gatewood after he missed the penalty swat thing in the contract.

So, on a sunny day in June Heidi stood at the podium proudly and delivered her valedictory address. The press was in attendance as well. She was, after all, national news. There were a few snickers heard in the audience at parts of her speech like "...now as we leave behind these warm memories..." and "...we will always cherish the lessons that have been so firmly imprinted..." and "...the seat of learning will always be right here in Kockum's Mills...". Well, everyone said it was a fine speech. When she returned to her seat she found that some jokester had put a pillow there.

Throughout the whole thing Martha Fleck and the school board felt like they had been ambushed. She never found out how the damn intercom had been turned on all over the school. "You must have left the switch down when I called you to buzz Heidi in," said Kelly innocently.

Sandy Smith thought she knew. Kelly again, the little conniver. She smiled to herself, though. She wouldn't tell. It would be just one more excuse to justify warming Kelly's cute behind again.

Hal and Jan reevaluated the lovemaking practices they had given up years before. Now with Heidi gone a lot, they frequently had the house to themselves. Neighbors noted with some curiosity shades drawn in the middle of the day, but what they did not see was Hal, armed with a ping pong paddle chasing his buxom and very nude wife around the den until he caught her and dragged her over his knee. Giggling and promising to be good, Jan would nevertheless endure a lengthy spanking with the little paddle until she promised to eagerly suck the hard cock of her lord and master.

As for Heidi, what with all the media attention, she seemed not to have as much time for Eric. Eric made his dissatisfaction with this state of affairs known by frequently upending his girlfriend over his knee, tugging down her little panties and spanking her delectable nude fanny to a rosy glow. But that only made Heidi hot and ready for some steamy sex. Secretly Heidi loved squirming and wriggling over Eric's knee. She loved the feel of Eric's palm smacking her fanny to create a warm stinging glow. But noooo wood paddles! she thought.