I Wouldn't Show You Anyway
Words: 944 - Reading time: 3 min 46 sec - M/f
Bethany spotted Rachel at the lunchroom checkout register and waved her over. "Hey, Boopsie!" she yelled over the din of chattering students. "We saved your seat!"
Rachel grimaced, her shoulders stiffening as she carried her tray toward their usual table. Bethany smirked, leaning forward. "So, Boopsie, you gonna tell us about your little trip to Braxton's office or what?"
"Sorry, no pillow for your sore butt," Bethany added, smirking as Rachel eased her aching butt onto the hard lunchroom chair with a wince.
"Ha, ha, real funny," Rachel muttered sarcastically, setting her tray down.
"So, spill it. Did you get licks?" Charlotte asked, leaning forward, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Yeah, six," Rachel said. The group let out a collective gasp.
"Six? I thought five was the max!" said Mia, the group's drama queen, tossing her hair.
"I was supposed to get four, but I stood up and grabbed my butt after the second lick. Mr. Braxton said it's his rule to start over if you move."
"That's so unfair!" Charlotte whined, twirling a strand of her ponytail.
"No kidding. I had to fight every urge to bolt after the third lick," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
Bethany, always nosy, leaned in. "What's his paddle like? Is it huge?"
"It's just a plain wooden board, like something from a hardware store. Long, maybe three feet, four inches wide. One end's shaped like a handle, the other's rounded. It's smooth, about a half-inch thick."
"Like those flimsy paddles at souvenir shops?" Mia asked, sipping her soda.
"Nah, it's twice as thick. No cutesy sayings or anything."
"Any holes in it?" Bethany pressed.
"Nope, just a flat board."
"Tell us everything," Charlotte urged, practically bouncing in her seat.
Rachel sighed, knowing they'd eat up every detail, no matter how dumb. "Okay, fine. I had to wait forever in the lobby first. Tommy Majors was in there getting paddled before me. I couldn't hear them talking, but every lick and grunt came through the door. When it opened, Tommy walked out, bookbag in one hand, rubbing his butt with the other."
"Tommy's got such a cute butt!" Mia squealed, clapping her hands.
"Total dreamboat," Bethany agreed. "I wouldn't mind giving that hiney a little spank!"
"Focus, guys," Charlotte said, though she was grinning.
"Anyway," Rachel cut in, annoyed, "Mr. Braxton called me into his office and told me to sit. He read the coach's statement and asked if I had anything to say. I didn't. He showed me the punishment guidelines and said I could choose two days' suspension or four licks. He warned me suspension would mean missing the Spring Dance, since it's a school event."
Rachel paused, taking a long sip of her soda.
"Then what?" Mia prompted, eyes wide again.
"I've never been paddled at school, and my parents haven't given me a spank since, like, fifth grade. I was freaking out, but no way was I missing the dance. So I picked the licks. I had to sign a form saying I chose it. Mr. Braxton grabbed his paddle from behind a filing cabinet, and I got nervous all over again. He pointed at the middle of the floor with it and told me to stand there, then bend over and grab my ankles. My jeans pulled tight across my butt, and I wished I'd worn thicker ones with pockets instead of these and maybe briefs instead of a thong. These jeans make my butt look good, but they're useless against a paddle."
"You didn't have to pull 'em down, right?" Charlotte asked, chewing her lip.
"What? No!" Rachel snapped. "Why would you even ask that?"
"I dunno, that's how it was when I got a spank at home as a kid," Charlotte said, shrugging.
"Same," Bethany added. "But not at school, I guess."
"Anyway," Rachel continued, "I bent over, grabbing my ankles. Mr. Braxton rubbed the paddle against my butt and said to stay still and keep my 'bottom' out—yeah, he actually said 'bottom,' like I'm five. He said if I moved, we'd start over. He gave me a couple of light taps, then the first real lick hit. It sounded like a gunshot, and the sting came a second later. I gripped my ankles tighter. He gave me another, and I couldn't help it—I stood up, grabbed my butt, and he said those didn't count. We started over."
"That's so harsh!" Mia gasped.
"Especially for my 'bottom,'" Rachel said, making finger quotes around "bottom." "I bent back over, holding on for dear life. I had four licks coming, and I wasn't risking more. He swung fast, each one a few seconds apart, each stinging worse than the last. I stayed put until he said I could stand. My hands flew to my butt—it was burning. He said something, but I wasn't listening. I signed another part of the form saying I got my licks, and he gave me a hall pass with five minutes to get to class. I went straight to the girls' room to wash my face and check my butt."
"How bad was it?" Bethany asked, leaning closer.
"Numb, swollen, like it wouldn't fit in my jeans. Red with these deep blue bruises right where I sit. I'll feel it for days."
"I wanna see, but it sounds intense," Charlotte said, half-laughing.
"Good, 'cause I wouldn't show you anyway," Rachel shot back with an annoyed smirk, making the girls giggle.
As Rachel picked at her lunch, Mia's eyes lit up. "Ooh, did you hear about Jake's new haircut? Total heartthrob vibes!" The table erupted in chatter, Rachel's story already forgotten. She rolled her eyes, poking at her food, wondering why she'd bothered telling them at all.
Words: 944 - Reading time: 3 min 46 sec - M/f
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Bethany spotted Rachel at the lunchroom checkout register and waved her over. "Hey, Boopsie!" she yelled over the din of chattering students. "We saved your seat!"
Rachel grimaced, her shoulders stiffening as she carried her tray toward their usual table. Bethany smirked, leaning forward. "So, Boopsie, you gonna tell us about your little trip to Braxton's office or what?"
"Sorry, no pillow for your sore butt," Bethany added, smirking as Rachel eased her aching butt onto the hard lunchroom chair with a wince.
"Ha, ha, real funny," Rachel muttered sarcastically, setting her tray down.
"So, spill it. Did you get licks?" Charlotte asked, leaning forward, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Yeah, six," Rachel said. The group let out a collective gasp.
"Six? I thought five was the max!" said Mia, the group's drama queen, tossing her hair.
"I was supposed to get four, but I stood up and grabbed my butt after the second lick. Mr. Braxton said it's his rule to start over if you move."
"That's so unfair!" Charlotte whined, twirling a strand of her ponytail.
"No kidding. I had to fight every urge to bolt after the third lick," Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
Bethany, always nosy, leaned in. "What's his paddle like? Is it huge?"
"It's just a plain wooden board, like something from a hardware store. Long, maybe three feet, four inches wide. One end's shaped like a handle, the other's rounded. It's smooth, about a half-inch thick."
"Like those flimsy paddles at souvenir shops?" Mia asked, sipping her soda.
"Nah, it's twice as thick. No cutesy sayings or anything."
"Any holes in it?" Bethany pressed.
"Nope, just a flat board."
"Tell us everything," Charlotte urged, practically bouncing in her seat.
Rachel sighed, knowing they'd eat up every detail, no matter how dumb. "Okay, fine. I had to wait forever in the lobby first. Tommy Majors was in there getting paddled before me. I couldn't hear them talking, but every lick and grunt came through the door. When it opened, Tommy walked out, bookbag in one hand, rubbing his butt with the other."
"Tommy's got such a cute butt!" Mia squealed, clapping her hands.
"Total dreamboat," Bethany agreed. "I wouldn't mind giving that hiney a little spank!"
"Focus, guys," Charlotte said, though she was grinning.
"Anyway," Rachel cut in, annoyed, "Mr. Braxton called me into his office and told me to sit. He read the coach's statement and asked if I had anything to say. I didn't. He showed me the punishment guidelines and said I could choose two days' suspension or four licks. He warned me suspension would mean missing the Spring Dance, since it's a school event."
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Rachel paused, taking a long sip of her soda.
"Then what?" Mia prompted, eyes wide again.
"I've never been paddled at school, and my parents haven't given me a spank since, like, fifth grade. I was freaking out, but no way was I missing the dance. So I picked the licks. I had to sign a form saying I chose it. Mr. Braxton grabbed his paddle from behind a filing cabinet, and I got nervous all over again. He pointed at the middle of the floor with it and told me to stand there, then bend over and grab my ankles. My jeans pulled tight across my butt, and I wished I'd worn thicker ones with pockets instead of these and maybe briefs instead of a thong. These jeans make my butt look good, but they're useless against a paddle."
"You didn't have to pull 'em down, right?" Charlotte asked, chewing her lip.
"What? No!" Rachel snapped. "Why would you even ask that?"
"I dunno, that's how it was when I got a spank at home as a kid," Charlotte said, shrugging.
"Same," Bethany added. "But not at school, I guess."
"Anyway," Rachel continued, "I bent over, grabbing my ankles. Mr. Braxton rubbed the paddle against my butt and said to stay still and keep my 'bottom' out—yeah, he actually said 'bottom,' like I'm five. He said if I moved, we'd start over. He gave me a couple of light taps, then the first real lick hit. It sounded like a gunshot, and the sting came a second later. I gripped my ankles tighter. He gave me another, and I couldn't help it—I stood up, grabbed my butt, and he said those didn't count. We started over."
"That's so harsh!" Mia gasped.
"Especially for my 'bottom,'" Rachel said, making finger quotes around "bottom." "I bent back over, holding on for dear life. I had four licks coming, and I wasn't risking more. He swung fast, each one a few seconds apart, each stinging worse than the last. I stayed put until he said I could stand. My hands flew to my butt—it was burning. He said something, but I wasn't listening. I signed another part of the form saying I got my licks, and he gave me a hall pass with five minutes to get to class. I went straight to the girls' room to wash my face and check my butt."
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"How bad was it?" Bethany asked, leaning closer.
"Numb, swollen, like it wouldn't fit in my jeans. Red with these deep blue bruises right where I sit. I'll feel it for days."
"I wanna see, but it sounds intense," Charlotte said, half-laughing.
"Good, 'cause I wouldn't show you anyway," Rachel shot back with an annoyed smirk, making the girls giggle.
As Rachel picked at her lunch, Mia's eyes lit up. "Ooh, did you hear about Jake's new haircut? Total heartthrob vibes!" The table erupted in chatter, Rachel's story already forgotten. She rolled her eyes, poking at her food, wondering why she'd bothered telling them at all.
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