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"Jamie"
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Dedicated to J.M.
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"What do you have to say for yourself, Jamie?"
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Her mind raced. She couldn't believe that she had gotten herself into this
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situation. After all, she was the stereotypical "good kid"; she was an
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honors student, had never gotten into trouble of any kind at school before,
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and was well-liked by her teachers and friends. While grasping for some sort
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of reasonable explanation, she recounted what had happened.
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The day had started out normal enough. She had gotten up at 6:00am
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precisely, taken a shower and eaten, and was dressed and ready to go by
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around 7:00. The bus picked her up at 7:15, so that left some time to have
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a brief phone conversation with her friend Kim. Kim had convinced her to
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skip the bus and ride in to the city with her and a few friends. "I've
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got a surprise for you! I'll pick you up at your house at 7:30", Kim had
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said. "But it'll take us a half hour to get to school, and the first bell
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is at 8:10! What if we're late?", Jamie argued. This was a perfectly
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reasonable argument, since traffic going into the downtown area could be
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heavy during rush hour, and their school was only 5 miles from the tunnel
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into the city. However, as usual, Kim was able to calm her fears and
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convince her that there would be no problems.
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Now, before we get any further into this story, let me give you a little
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bit of background information. Jamie is a 16 year old high school student
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at a small Catholic high school just south of Pittsburgh, PA. Kim is her
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best friend, and has gone to school with her since the first grade. Kim
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is the older of the two at age 17, and is a friendly, outgoing girl, while
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Jamie is rather shy and quiet. Jamie is about 5'8" tall with slightly
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wavy, shoulder-length light-brown hair and a very well proportioned body and
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a beautiful face, and is often seen blushing from the constant attention she
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receives from the male population of her school. Jamie comes from a strict
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Catholic family that only started to allow her to date on her 16th birthday,
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which was less than a month ago; and she hasn't yet decided who she wants
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to go out with. Kim, on the other hand, is a tall blonde, almost 6 feet
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tall, with very non-restrictive parents. Kim started dating at age 15,
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and is not shy about her good looks; she loves to get attention, and knows
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how to get what she wants from men.
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At 7:40, Kim showed up at Jamie's house. Immediately, Jamie ran out to
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her friend's car and jumped in, and almost frantically asked, "what are you
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DOING? We're going to be late!" Kim said, "don't worry about it! That's
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the surprise! We're not going to school today." Seeing the stunned look
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on Jamie's face, Kim continued: "Relax. Everything's ok. You'll never
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believe this, but I actually managed to get us tickets to the sold-out
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Rush show!" "You're crazy! How are we ever going to go to a concert
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downtown on a school day without getting caught?!", Jamie said. Kim's
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response was, "Remember Karen? The new receptionist? Well, she owes a
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friend of mine a favor. She told the principal that both of our parents
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called in sick for us." This didn't really surprise Jamie that much, since
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most of Kim's friends were older and the new receptionist was young, no
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older than 25. Still, any kind of blemish on Jamie's perfect record would
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lower her chances of getting into an Ivy-League school, and her parents would..
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well.. she didn't even want to think about that. However, they had been
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sitting there for several minutes already, and there was no chance of her
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making it to school on time to tell them it was a mistake; and besides, she
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really did want to go to the concert. So Jamie agreed, and the two girls
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hopped on I-79 and drove towards the city.
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As they crossed the bridge into the downtown area, Kim again marveled at
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the beauty of the city before them; after spending over an hour to drive
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from her home in Houston to the city, they had finally come to a tunnel,
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and upon exiting the tunnel, there it was. A bridge over a river; water
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under them to either side; and in front of them, huge buildings and the
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heart of the downtown area. She was shaken out of her thoughts, however, by
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Kim's voice. "Hey, want to grab a bite to eat? We can go to the
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McDonald's downtown." "Well, I don't know... my mother works at the Civic
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Arena, and it's less than two miles from the McDonald's, are you sure we
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won't get caught?" "Of course we won't get caught, silly. Your mother always
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eats breakfast at home, why would she be there at this hour?" Again Kim
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won the argument.
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At almost 9:00 in the morning, they arrived at the McDonald's and entered.
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It was a neat place; a fast-food restaurant built into a row of huge
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buildings in the heart of the city. The two girls walked into the
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restaurant, laughing and talking about how much fun they were about to
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have. They both froze in their tracks, however, when they saw Jamie's mother
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sitting at a table up near the front drinking coffee with Kim's mother.
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They were speechless. How could this happen? Jamie's mother took over
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immediately. "What on earth are you girls doing here at this hour on a school
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day?" Kim tried to talk her way out of it, but neither parent would listen
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to her. Finally, Jamie told them the truth. Upon hearing of their plans to
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skip school, Jamie's mother said, "You girls are old enough to know better than
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to do something like this. Don't you care at all about your education? I
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think the best thing for us to do is to take you two to school right now
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and explain this to Mr. Davis." Jamie gasped and said, "no, mom! I'm sorry!
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Please, anything but that!" Her mother, however, was unmoved. "I'm sorry,
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honey, but that's what I have to do. Kim's father can take the car home after
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work today, and I'd imagine that Kim won't be driving it for a while after
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this. Then again, I'd also imagine that she won't be sitting down at all
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for a while after tonight; you certainly won't."
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"Well?" The principal's stern voice brought Jamie back from her thoughts,
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back to the serious situation she was facing. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't
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have skipped school today." "Apology accepted. However, I'm afraid that
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under school policies, I have no alternative but to punish you for your
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bad decision this morning. Because of your past record with us, and your
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decision to tell us the truth, I will not leave any record of this in our
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files; however, you will be punished immediately and severely for your
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actions. Since this was a special situation, I have received your mother's
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written permission to give you a paddling." Jamie's stomach turned. She
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opened her mouth and almost tried to defend herself, tried to get the
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principal to change his decision; but she knew that there was nothing she
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could do at this point. Mr. Davis closed the blinds on the window behind
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his large metal desk and locked his office door. "Jamie, please step to
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the side of my desk and bend over it as far as possible." She did as she
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was told, shaking at this point. The principal rolled up his sleeves and
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pulled a short wooden paddle out of his bottom desk drawer. He then stepped
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behind her, lifted her skirt out of the way, and said, "You will receive
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ten smacks with the paddle on your underwear, followed by fifteen on the
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bare. Please count each one aloud." It didn't take long for the paddle
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to land on her bottom the first time. It felt like her rear end had been
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lit on fire. She didn't believe that anybody could swing a paddle that
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hard. The crack from the first hit had sounded like a quick burst of
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thunder. She grimaced and rolled up on the balls of her feet. "O-One", she
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gasped. He followed with another one, just as hard, and she again rolled
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up on her feet, and whimpered, "two". And so it continued until he reached
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the count of ten. After ten, he paused for a moment. She had forgotten about
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the fifteen to follow, and started to get up, but he quickly reminded her:
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"Don't get up yet. Your punishment has just started. Pull your panties
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down and bend back over." "But I've been punished enough! It _hurts_!
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Please!", she pleaded. "I'm sorry, Jamie, but I want to make sure you'll
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remember this and it will never happen again. Now, please do as I have
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asked, or I'll be forced to add on five more." She quickly but carefully
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pulled her panties down to her knees and bent back over. "Please remember to
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count them out loud, Jamie," Mr. Davis reminded her. Then he swung again.
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She cried out. That one had felt like a thousand bee stings on her bare
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behind! "one", she cried. The next ten came hard and fast; she jumped a
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little bit after each one, and tears were flowing down here face when he
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came to number twelve. "Only four more to go, Jamie. Please remember that
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I am only doing this for your own good, and I only want you to be the best
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young lady that you can be." With that, he delivered the final four to her
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burning behind.
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