It was fifth period when she was summoned to the Dean's office. She had thought it would be sooner seeing as how the trouble began during first period. But Clancy wasn't worried. She was a bright, intelligent, "good girl" whose father was President of the School Board. She was not in any serious trouble.

She was actually looking forward to meeting the new Dean of students. He was much younger than mean ol' Mr. Foster. The new Dean, Mr. Murdock, was only 33 years old and fit in with the students more than he did the parents of Oak Community Schools. All the students were talking about his long hair, which he pulled back into a pony tail during working hours. Although, it had just a touch of gray in it, a person could barely notice it.

Clancy marched into the Dean's office and announced that she was there and demanded to see Mr. Murdock at once. The receptionist told her to have a seat; Mr. Murdock would be with her when he completed his phone calls.

Clancy sank down into one of the straight back chairs and tried to "stare holes" into the receptionist. She crossed her arms and waited. Finally, Mr. Murdock stepped out of his office.

"Clancy ?"

"Yes … "

"Please come in. Have a seat. We need to discuss what happened this morning. I understand you had a substitute teacher during first and second periods and that you gave the sub a hard time. You know we have a hard time getting qualified subs to come to Oak Community Schools because of the low pay and now YOU have made one of them mad. She left here at noon and vowed never to return! After all she had a senior in her first two periods switching names and seat assignments on her – not to mention the other chaos you caused. Do you have anything to say for yourself ?"

"Well, everyone was in on it. It was really fun to torment her and after awhile, we just couldn't stop."

"I see."

"I'm really sorry Mr. Murdock and I fully accept any detention you would give me. I realize that I am a senior and I should set an example for the other students."

"Clancy, did your father discuss anything from the school board meetings with you lately ?"

"No, they're too boring for me to even care !"

"That's unfortunate. You see, your father and several other board members realize the mistake they made by taking corporal punishment out of the school system and when Mr. Foster retired, they specifically looked for an individual with degrees in administration and discipline. If you look at my diplomas on the wall you'll notice I have a BS in Education, an MS in School Administration, and those other certificates are courses I completed in discipline. And, if I could also get you to take note of the item hanging beside them that says ‘Board of Education'. That, Clancy. is the paddle I will be using on you today."

"You've got to be kidding! I'm seventeen years old and I've never been spanked, let alone paddled !"

Mr. Murdock had never seen such an ashen white face on a young lady that he was about to discipline; but he knew in no time at all her perfectly, round little fanny she had been showing all over campus would not be lily white much longer. He tried to remain professional but he knew down deep he was going to enjoy this one. He methodically rolled up the sleeves on both of his shirtsleeves. He shut and locked the door to his office.

Clancy was still sitting there in disbelief. Paddled! This was her first offense- surely her father would get her out of this!

"Mr. Murdock, I protest! This is not warranted and I know my father will not allow it!"

"Clancy," he said as he strolled over to the window and closed the blind to the window that allowed him to view the hallway during passing periods, "I discussed this at length with your father and he faxed over written permission for me to administer ANY form of discipline I deemed appropriate."

Mr. Murdock showed her the letter.

"Oh my God !" she thought. "What am I going to do? If this has to happen, why couldn't it be done by some creepy old teacher ?"

"Since you're new to this procedure, allow me to explain some of the rules. You will bend over this free area of the desk, placing your elbows on the desk and reaching forward to grab the other side of the desk with your hands. If at any time you move your hands to cover the area being paddled, I will start over. Do you understand, Clancy ?"

"Yes."

"Clancy, another thing, when being disciplined in this manner, the correct response is ‘Yes Sir' or ‘No Sir'."

"Yes, Sir."

"All right then, take off your jacket and bend over the desk."

"Yes Sir," she said solemnly.

Clancy bent over the desk and grabbed the other side as instructed. She felt Mr. Murdock rub the paddle right across her ‘sitting area'. She started breathing heavily. She looked back………….Here is comes……

WHACK!!!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!

"Oh God," she screamed, "It stings!!!! Please stop- Please stop."

"Young lady, that was your ‘warm up' paddling to get you used to it. NOW you're going to get the real thing."

With that said, the handsome young Dean of Students lifted her short skirt and held it up by placing his left hand on the small of her back. He held the paddle up to her crisp, white panties and rubbed it across her fully, rounded buttocks.

"Are you ready ?" he asked.

Without waiting on a response, Mr. Murdock raised the paddle in the air and lowered it firmly across her buttocks six times. With each strike, she felt like she would bounce into the wall. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"Now young lady, you need to compose yourself and go straight home. I want you to understand that the going straight home part is your fathers instructions."

"Yes, Sir."

Clancy cleared her face, tried to regain her dignity and got to hell out of there. She didn't want any of her friends to see her and she just wanted to forget. She was confused. You see, Mr. Murdock was so cute, when he rubbed the paddle across her butt she kind of ‘got excited'. But then, she thought, the bastard spoiled it all by actually using the paddle full force on me. I don't want to go home, she thought to herself. Maybe I'll just walk through the park and Daddy will be involved with something else when I get home. After all, he's never laid a hand on my in 17 years. Fax or no fax, I don't believe he really wants to punish anyone so abusively.

Clancy walked through the park and took her sweet time getting home. She arrived at the normal supper hour. She anticipated slipping right in, giving her coat and books to the butler and sitting down to dinner with her father.

What a shock when she opened the door and there stood Daddy !

"Hello Pumpkin. Daddy has been waiting on you. I want to hear all about your day at school. Why don't you be a good girl and run upstairs to your room? Daddy will be up in a minute."

"Gee Daddy, it was just another day like the others."

"Run along Pumpkin, You get comfortable and Daddy will be right up."

Clancy threw her books in the chair, took off her shoes and pounced on her beautiful four poster canopy bed. She at up in the middle and crossed her legs.

"I just know Daddy will lecture me and it's going to be SO boring," she thought to herself.

In stepped Daddy carrying his official pediatric medicine bag. This wasn't unusual – after all, Daddy was a pediatrician. But he brought it upstairs for some reason.

"Pumpkin, I know what happened at school today. I had a long talk with Dean Murdock and I understand that you were paddled. I am so sorry sweetheart; this is all my fault. If I had disciplined you from the beginning you wouldn't have needed it so much today. But now I feel that as a responsible parent, I need to apply that old adage my father told me. If you get it at school, you're going to get it again when you get home."

"But Daddy, I, I, Daddy please don't do this !"

"Pumpkin, first I want to inspect the work Mr. Murdock did. Now you lay down on your tummy and let me see what he did."

"Daddy, NO, I'm a big girl……."

"Lie face down."

With that command she did as instructed. She folded her arms and buried her head in them to avoid embarrassment.

Daddy sat on the bed beside her and raised her skirt. He then lowered her panties down to the crease in her buttocks.

"Daddy I hate this feeling! It's reminds me of all those times when I was little and in your office. I'd know that I needed medicine but because my throat was sore I'd end up getting a great big shot in the butt! Please don't do that to me." she cried.

"Pumpkin, I'm not going to give you a shot but I am going to take your temperature. You look very flushed and I know you don't feel well."

"Daddy, please don't take my temperature THAT way!" she screamed as she heard the latex glove snap. Clancy buried her head even further in her arms; she KNEW what was coming next.

"Now sweetie, I need to lubricate the area. Remember how Daddy used to do this with his little finger? Well, you're a big girl now and I need to use my middle finger to get the lubrication farther into your rectum. Now take a nice big breath for me ……."

She clenched her butt cheeks tight to deny him access but Daddy slapped her across the ass with his ungloved hand and with one motion, rammed his longest finger into her private area and swirled it around. Clancy only looked up when she felt him remove his finger.

"Now for the thermometer sweetie. Another deep breath please."

"Um. . . . . . "

Daddy sat on the bed and patted her bottom while he waited on a reading. After five minutes, although Clancy thought it was MUCH longer, Daddy removed the thermometer and wiped it with a tissue.

"Good news Pumpkin, you're normal."

Daddy hesitated, "Well maybe it's not such good news. You know, your not sick and I told you how things were going to be different around here. Sweetie, I'm sorry, I know your first meeting with the paddle was not pleasant, but I need to do some discipline of his own. I stopped at the leather shop on the way home and bought a strap and paddle. And someday when needed I will use them on you. But tonight, I'm going to spank my little girl."

"Daddy, you can't. Please don't! I've already promised that I'll be good !"

Daddy sat in the straight back chair he had moved to the end of her bed. He motioned for her to come to him. Clancy didn't go willingly so Daddy took her by the arms and laid her across his knees. He raised her skirt and again lowered her panties, this time allowing them to drop to her knees.

Daddy raised his left hand and came down like shearing walls of fire on her butt. At first he tired to aim for the middle and hit both cheeks, then he paid attention to each one individually.

Clancy had never been in so much pain in her life! Her ass burned like fire, it stung, it hurt!

"Daddy, Daddy, she sobbed, I promise to be a good girl, I promise !"

Daddy continued spanking Clancy until his hand wore out. She was then told to stand against the wall with her hands on top of her head. She was not to rub her bottom or move.

Daddy went downstairs and came back up with the leather strap and paddle he had purchased earlier.

"Come here Pumpkin." This time Daddy motioned for her to sit on his lap. They looked in each other's eyes and shared a small laugh when they realized that "sitting" was not going to be an easy job. Daddy quickly grabbed a pillow and allowed Clancy to sit on it.

"Sweetie, Daddy loves you and wants you to be a good girl. I want to show you the paddle and strap I bought and I want you to understand that I will use them. But for now, they'll be locked in Daddy's desk downstairs, but if you're ever in trouble again young lady……….."

"I won't be, I promise."

"I think you need to go straight to bed. Give Daddy a kiss Good-night."

Kiss, kiss …

Daddy pulled back the sheets and they shared another giggle as they realized that Clancy would be sleeping on her stomach tonight.

She lay in bed awake most of the night. Paddled and then spanked. It was so different. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not but she couldn't wait to get to school in the morning and see how much trouble she could get into !