Everybody in Kockum's Mills agreed that Heidi was a very bright girl. Some, howver, began to reevaluate that notion after what the comely high school senior did near the end of her senior year.

The headline read "Valedictorian Schoolgirl Stripped of Honors". Most people chancing upon the piece probably caught on the "schoolgirl stripped" part and might have been a bit chagrined at being taken in. But, they may have then been delighted to read in the rest of the article that it indeed involved a stripped schoolgirl, and a lawsuit, and its aftermath.

In a nutshell, here is what had happened. Heidi Lawson, a pretty 18 year old senior girl at Kockum's Mills high school in Kockum's Mills, Idaho had been caught showering nude with 6 high school boys. Miss Lawson had taken the boys quite by surprise, having walked unannounced into the shower as the boys were using it. Miss Lawson had pulled this stunt to protest what she viewed as a radical disparity in the facilities for boys and girls at the school and wanted to make the point that it wasn't fair that the boys had state of the art locker/ shower rooms while the girls were relegated to the old out of date facilities. "I'm making a statement for women's equality," she told the press, "and besides, no one should be ashamed of their body. I know I'm not."

And little wonder, since the body in question was most attractive. Heidi was about 5'3", flaxen blonde hair, worn long, mostly in a ponytail. She had a cheerleader's build, perky breasts, not large but high set, a slender waist, and curvy hips. Her legs were lean and beautifully sculpted, the result of a high school track career. And, she had a great ass. It was full, round, pert, and schoolgirl perfect. The two moons were widely separated, the bisecting crease visible in the tight jeans she wore. Maybe this bodily characteristic unconsciously led to the strange resolution of this matter.

Heidi was discovered "cavorting", as it would later be put, in the boys shower on a Friday at 4:30 pm by Mr Thompson, the boys PE teacher. Mr Thompson had been alerted by Kelly Shore, the school secretary that there was some "disturbance" going on, and he had gone to investigate. The response was swift. Heidi was sent to the principal and suspended on the spot, pending final resolution by the school board.

The board, at the urging of the principal, Martha Fleck, and vice principal and dean of discipline, Vernon Twoomy, suspended Heidi for ten days, took away her valedictory honors, disqualified her from taking part in graduation, the senior trip, and any school-sponsored extracurricular activity.

Heidi was stunned. For what she believed to be a statement of equality at best, and a harmless senior prank at worst, she was losing nearly everything she had worked for in high school. Because of the suspension she got F's on some finals dropping her GPA from 3.9 to 3.2. Scholarships were to be lost as a result.

The response of Heidi's parents was predictable. They hired J. Preston Gatewood, a well known trial attorney. Suit was brought against the school for violation of civil rights (42 USC 1983) for an injunction requiring the school to restore her valedictory status and permitting her to retake the tests she had missed. The suit further asked for damages of one million dollars.

A heated debate ensued. The town of Kockum's Mills split along conservative hard liners who moaned about immorality and the need for swift punishment, and liberals who defended Heidi and her lofty goal of women's equality. The phone lines were jammed with calls on the local talk radio station. The boys who had been in the shower were interviewed. Typical responses: "Hey man, Heidi's got a bitchin' bod. She can shower with us any time. Go Heidi!" and "Dude! I think I'm in love. What an ass on that babe!"

Probably, the liberals were in the minority. Kockum's Mills was a logging and farming town and the majority of the population was bedrock Christian conservative who viewed Heidi as a "shameless hussy", out to destroy the morals of their young men. The fact that there were any liberals at all was probably due to the presence of the private college at which Harold Lawson, Heidi's dad, was a professor of physics. Jan, Heidi's mother, was active in local Democratic party politics. They had moved to Kockum's Mills three years previously. They were liberal and proud of it, and they supported their daughter and her causes, popular or not. Still, they were not wealthy, and the looming loss of the scholarships was a crushing blow.

The filing of the lawsuit caused the school board to go into special session. They called upon their attorney, Willard Allen, to advise them.

"Well what's the bottom line, Willard, can they sue us for enforcing a school rule?" asked Bob Teech, the chairman and head of the local grange.

"I don't think there was a rule specifically saying anything about this, Bob," said Willard smoothly.

"Hell, it's obvious, you can't have boys and girls showerin' together."

"We've got to be able to maintain order," said Marjorie Simmons, another board member. Her husband, Ralph, was the minister of the Foursquare Church. "Naked in the shower with these young men. Imagine! I know what would have happened in my day. A hard whipping with a stout switch, that's what!"

Willard cut off what looked like the start of a time-wasting tirade on morals, the church, godliness and whatever. "All I'm saying folks is that you have a situation here. This is getting national coverage and the spin is that the punishment here is way out of line. They could change venue on us and move this case to Boise. A Boise jury could crucify us." Willard let that sink in.

"We don't want to let it get to that. Let's settle this thing."

"How, Mr Allen?" asked Martha Fleck. " If we back down now, students will walk all over us. She has to be punished and we have made our decision."

"You know me, Willard," said Vernon Twoomy, "and you know I'm being straight when I say Martha's right. I know these kids and parents. We got to stand our ground." Willard expected no less of Twoomy. He was ex marine, a staunch disciplinarian who ran a tight ship. And he didn't much care for the Lawson's and their fuzzy attitudes about discipline.

"So she says it was for women's e-quality." They all turned to their oldest board member, Ned Cramer. Ned was chuckling. He had just been talking to Kelly, who was his niece, about this very thing. "In my day, they knew what to do. The principal had a big paddle an inch thick. He'd a laid that wood across a student's tail ten or fifteen times and that would have been it. Everybody would know they'd got a whuppin' and nobody would do it again. Got my share and it made my behavior straighten up, yessiree."

"Ned, we don't paddle any more. Haven't done that since 1979. It's not an option," said Bob.

"It oughta be," huffed Vernon, "Make my job easier."

"I agree," said Martha. "Under certain controlled, well-defined conditions, a spanking is an appropriate response. The bible says so."

"Well we can't do it now," said Bob Teech, reluctantly. He couldn't recall exactly where it was in the Bible, but he reckoned Martha was right. It was probably in there somewhere.

Willard had listened to this exchange in silence, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling, his fingers pressed together. "Bob, Martha, let me ask you something. If we could settle this thing by having that kid take a paddling, would the school be willing to give her back her valedictory status? Remove the rest of the sanctions? Let her retake her tests?"

The board and the staff looked at each other, thinking. A few nodded. Martha spoke. "From our perspective Willard, that would be OK. I think it would satisfy everyone that she'd been justly punished without messing up her future. The students and parents would have to know she'd been punished, but we could imply a lot without being specific--just say she agreed to take corporal punishment or something."

There was more discussion, but all agreed that such an option offered a way out. The administration could save face on discipline and Heidi could be valedictorian. But would it be legal? "Sure," said Willard, "we just get releases from her and her parents."

"But it has to be a real lickin'," cautioned Ned. "No namby-pamby pats on the butt."

"Well what do you consider a real licking, Ned?" asked Marjorie.

"I'd say about 15 swats, that's what we used to get. And sometimes bare butt, 'scuse my French, ladies. Never did me any harm, though."

"But she's a girl, Ned. Isn't that a bit harsh?" Jim Owney, the local State Farm agent was also on the board.

"Well, hell," countered Ned, "didn't she say she did it for women's e-quality? Let her take what a man would take."

He had a point. They came down to this proposal. All honors would be restored if Heidi would submit to 15 licks with a wooden paddle firmly applied to her well upholstered seat.

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Willard laid it out for J Preston Gatewood. "Pres, it's a good deal. Time is working against you. Graduation is in 3 weeks. And you'll never get money damages and you know it."

Pres did know it. The suit was a PR move to garner support for his client in the court of public opinion. He knew he had little chance for monetary recovery.

It was on the Friday afternoon following the board's Thursday night meeting that he met with the Lawsons. "They want to do what?" exclaimed Jan Lawson, a near carbon copy of the daughter. At 42 she had a great figure still, albeit with a bit more padding. And, if you looked at Jan walking away, there was little mystery as to the genetic source of Heidi's sexy rear end.

"We have never hit our daughter, Mr Gatewood, not once. This is unthinkable." Hal Lawson was a tall gangly man of 44, soft spoken but passionate about his ideals. And utterly devoted to the women in his life. "We have to sue these bastards...we'll..."

"Daddy, stop," Heidi spoke up. Then she addressed J Preston. "Mr Gatewood, if I agree to this ah, spanking..."

"Paddling," corrected Gatewood, "licks with a paddle, Heidi."

"Ok, a paddling. Will I get to give the valedictory address, go on the senior trip, get my scholarships back?"

Gatewood nodded. Hal could see that Heidi was thinking about it.

"Heidi, you can't be serious. This is 2000, not 1951. And you're a girl!..." Hal knew he'd made a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth, but it was too late. It was a very un-PC remark for Hal, long an avid supporter of women's equality. Still, Hal thought of his own female offspring as a tender flower, but in truth Heidi was made of sterner stuff.

"I know what I'm doing Dad," Heidi shot back. She was stubborn, Hal knew that. "How do they...I mean how many, er, times would they..." she stammered, addressing J Preston.

"They said 15 licks with a wooden paddle. The school community would be told you had submitted to some form of corporal punishment."

"This is crazy!" said Hal.

"Just a minute, Honey" said Jan. She understood the reality of the situation and knew her daughter well. "Can we take the weekend to think about it?"

The meeting concluded. They would give Preston an answer by Monday. Heidi had to leave. She had a date with her current boyfriend, Eric, a junior at the college. Heidi's parents were just as liberal with their daughter's dating habits as her politics. They allowed this for they knew that she was a smart girl with high standards, but suspected that she was not a virgin.

"Well," said Hal, as soon as Heidi had left the house with Eric, "what do we do now?"

"She knows her own mind, Hal. And she's not afraid of an embarrassing and painful experience in order to save her legacy at this school. It shows courage."

"Yes but being hit with a paddle? It's barbaric."

"Don't you get it? She's doing it for us. The scholarship money. She knows we'll bankrupt ourselves to send her to college and she is willing to suffer this...this terrible indignity to spare us."

"Oh," said Hal. He hadn't considered that.

"Hmmm," Jan mused. "Wait here a minute."

A befuddled Hal was left standing in the family room while Jan trotted off upstairs. Hal could hear clunking and clattering from a storage closet. Jan returned bearing three objects. Clutched in her hands were a frat paddle (his old ceremonial Beta Tau Epsilon paddle--never actually used), a teardrop-shaped paddle from some kind of beach game, and a rubber backed ping-pong paddle.

"What are you going to do with those?" said Hal.

"An experiment," said Jan, unclipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor. This left her in full cut white nylon panties that could barely contain her plump bottom. She looked delicious in a tight sweater the the panties--and nothing else. "I wouldn't let Heidi go through anything like this unless I feel first hand what it's like. I've never had a paddling and I don't know what one feels like. It's only fair that we see what is in store for her before we counsel her either way."

"You want me to paddle you?" said Hal incredulously.

"That is exactly what I want, darling. I want you to spank me with each one of these paddles. Firmly. They won't give her love pats." She regarded the wooden implements. "Let's see, they propose to give her 15 smacks, so why don't you give me 5 each with each of those paddles?"

Having made her request Jan moved to the sofa where she leaned over, offering her bottom for the juvenile correction. Putting her hands across the sofa's back she braced herself. Curiously, she found that the act of stripping for her husband and bending over putting her tender fanny at her husband's disposal was having an effect on her libido. She began to feel wet between the legs. Why did she find this naughty-girl pose so arousing?

Hal found it arousing too. His penis began to swell at the sight of his wife's full buttocks arched up for him in such a submissive pose. The two curvy moons begged to be spanked. In fact he recalled that when they had first been married he had, on occasion, chased Jan around the apartment, the silly fun that newlyweds engage in. He had caught her and had turned her over his knee in fun, then baring her bottom, peeling away the skirt and pantie layers while she squealed. He recalled the sight of the lush buttocks coming into view. Gently smacking the resilient globes as she yelped in mock protest, he had mastered her. Sex invariably followed and it had been hot. Why had they stopped doing that? Had feminist politics made this kind of fun unacceptable?

In what was becoming a feverish rut of desire, Hal took up the ping-pong paddle. Lightest first, he decided. He placed his hand at the small of her back and tapped her resilient bottom with the paddle. He felt her body shiver. "Are you sure about this, Jan?" he asked.

"Yes, darling. Go ahead. Give me 5 good solid smacks. Pretend I've been naughty."

Naughty. The word had a lascivious ring to it. Yes, his naughty little wife. She needed a good spanking.

He brought his arm back and Smack! full across the center of her bottom. Then Smack! again. Her flesh rippled, then sprang back to its normally curvy shape. Smack! She sucked air between her teeth. Smack! A soft "ow" escaped her lips. A few seconds later...smack! That was 5.

"Are you allright darling?" said Hal, concern in his voice.

"Y-yes, dear. That wasn't so bad. It tingles-- stings, actually. Go ahead with the next one."

Hal picked up the beach toy paddle, a teardrop-shaped implement about 3/8" thick. The five licks with this paddle made more of an impression. Each smack sounded sharper and there was more jiggle in the lush bottom cheeks at impact. Jan hissed through her teeth at the first three and yelped at the last two. Hal could see her behind glowing a dusky red under the panties.

"Oooh, ooh darling, I need to stand up for a minute. Ow, now that stung," she gasped standing and rubbing her bottom cheeks. For some reason Hal found the sight extraordinarily sexy.

"You know honey, they won't let Heidi stand up and rub in the middle of her punishment," said Hal pointedly, now taking charge, "so you'd better bend back over and stick it up, here comes the last 5."

"Yes, dear," said Jan submissively, and she once again assumed the position presenting her delectable ass.

Hal hefted the frat paddle now. It was heavy. Must be maple or some dense wood, he thought. He lined it up on Jan's backside and drew back. Swat! "Yeoww!" screeched Jan and she shot up out of position clutching her bottom. "Ow! ow! ow! That hurts!" she yelped.

"Back in position, Jan," commanded Hal. Jan, her legs shaking, obeyed. Swat! "Ouch! ow!" wailed Jan again, but she held on to the sofa back. Swat! "Ohh, ow, stop Hal, I can't take it. That paddle hurts too much." She broke position and stood, rubbing.

Hal stopped. Maybe she was right. Jan rose rubbing furiously. "Oh, God you don't know how that stings. That frat paddle is too much."

Hal put his arms around his brave wife and hugged her. When Jan had calmed down, she realized that the hot glow in her seat had made her feel very sexy. She put her arms around her husband's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. Pressing her body against him, Jan kissed Hal passionately, her tongue invading his mouth. Hal, already in a state of arousal from the experience of delivering a paddling to his wife's sexy bottom returned her ardour.

In an unexpected move, Jan dropped to her knees before Hal and unzipped his fly. Hungrily, she grasped his throbbing penis and pulled it out. She eyed the hard rod for a moment. Had paddling my ass done that? Lovingly she inserted the plum-shaped head between her lips and ran her tongue around the glans. Hal stiffened at the sudden surge of pleasure. Soon she was slurping and sucking, her head bobbing up and down. Hal could only stand there, weak-kneed as Jan continued to pleasure her husband with her mouth.

Unable to stand it no more, Hal pulled Jan to her feet. Clothes were frantically discarded, and they ended up entwined on the couch. Hal knelt between her legs and taking his cock rubbed it up and down the length of the wet slit, taking special care to massage the little button of her clitoris with the head. At Jan's breathless urging he plunged his shaft into her hot slippery pussy. Hal began pumping his hard shaft in and out of Jan's sodden, slippery vagina which tightly engulfed his member, her hips meeting his, thrust for thrust. Neither could remember such a vigorous shagging in quite some time. They came in a blinding shattering climax that left each of them limp as a rag doll.

Then they tried it again, this time with Jan bent over, buttocks thrust out as if inviting more punishment. But this time the slow measured strokes were delivered with a rod of a different sort.

In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Hal's thoughts turned to the problem at hand. It was basically a physics problem. The pain resulting from impact was proportional to momentum, momentum equalled mass, (m) times (v), velocity. There was a padding factor as well based on clothing. So, in mathematical terms, p= (C)mv, where C, clothing or covering would be some number less than one. Say point 9 for panties, point 7 for jeans and panties, point 5 for a wool skirt. Jan couldn't handle the frat paddle. The wood was too heavy, too dense. But she could tolerate the others. That was the key, then. He could not control v, velocity. The one giving the paddling would hit hard, he knew. Could they negotiate the detail of the paddle itself? The covering allowed? He could help Heidi without her knowing it.