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Principal Substitute
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The moment I woke up, I knew this day was going to be different. The Sun
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was shining brightly, and the air was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Such
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weather is rare for February in northern Oregon. After breakfast and
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chores I grabbed my books and walked to school.
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Our small town had just one school consisting of four classrooms. Each
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class had three grades 1-3, 4-6, 7-9, and 10-12. I am in the ninth grade.
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As I entered the classroom, I became more certain than ever that today
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was going to be different. In place of Mr. Rose, our regular teacher, was
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a substitute teacher, a female substitute teacher! What could the
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principal be thinking? It was all that Mr. Rose could do to keep the 30
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students in our class in line, and that only with frequent use of the
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birch rod hung ceremoniously in the front of the room. Actually, I am
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exagerating a little. The rod was used sparingly, only after class or at
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lunch, and only on the worst offenders. I had never suffered this fate
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myself.
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Our substitute Mrs. Walker almost immediately lost control of the class.
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Every time she turned her back, a dozen spitballs filled the air. Notes
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were freely passed around, many featured an unflattering likeness of our
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temporary teacher. Mrs. Walker, visably upset, tried to regain control by
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alternatively threatening us and begging us to be good, but to no avail.
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When a rather juicy spitball careened off the back of her head, and then
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the class roared with laughter, Mrs. Walker quickly left the room. I
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couldn't believe what was happening. We actually drove our teacher out!
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Mass chaos ensued. Before it was over, many desks and their inkwells were
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spilled. Nothing remained on the walls. Every student was covered with
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chalkdust or ink, or both. And the peals of laughter and screaming were
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ear-shattering.
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And then, all at once there was silence as Mrs. Walker reentered the room
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with the principal. "Who is responsible for this?", boomed Mr. Spencer,
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who at 6'4" was an imposing figure. Silence. Desks were quickly righted,
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and everyone sat down, trying to look angelic. "I want everyone who
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participated in this (pause) riot to immediately stand up", said the
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principal. For a moment, no one moved. Then my best friend Jimmy stood
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up, followed by William, and John. I felt my legs moving. I was joined
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by three other boys. After another long pause, I looked around and saw
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the entire 9th grade class of boys and 3 8th graders standing, and no
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girls! Typical. When I stood up, I assumed that the entire class was
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going to admit guilt, thereby saving all of us from a beating. My heart
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sank as I looked around, I only hoped he wouldn't use his whip.
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Mrs. Walker and the principal exchanged a brief whispered conversation as
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I continued to stand, my legs growing weak. "Mrs. Walker tells me that
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more of you than those now standing participated in this melee. Does
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anyone else want to stand?". No one else stood. I would have sat down
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myself if it were possible! "OK", said the principal. "I want to
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congratulate those standing for your courage, and for admitting your
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guilt. Your punishment will be 5 demerits each". I heaved a great sigh
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of relief as Mr. Spencer continued. "As for the rest of you, I know that
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all of you contributed to this mess, and I am very disappointed that you
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don't have the guts to admit your guilt, and since I can't very well spank
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all of you, I have decided to spank the 9th grade girls class for your
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acts". Everyone gasped at this last statement. Julia, Nancy, and
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Jennifer, the '9th grade girls class' had a look of total shock on their
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faces. Julia started to cry. "The rest of you, other than those
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standing, will each get 15 demerits, and you will have to clean up this
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mess. Also, you will have to witness these girls being punished (pause)
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for you."
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"Julia, come up here", said the principal. The girls were going to be
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spanked in front of us! Incredible! This day was definitely going to be
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different. Julia cried harder as the principal put her in position.
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"Bend over this desk and lift your skirt". The rod was removed from the
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wall. Julia cried out as the principal practiced swishing the rod. The
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shape of Julia's pretty bottom was plainly visible as the act of bending
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over pulled her bloomers tight. "Swwiiiissshhh, CRACK", the rod struck
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Julia in the middle of her bottom with terrible force. Julia screamed in
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pain as we watched in horrified excitement. "Swwiiiissshhh, CRACK", the
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rod struck again. Nancy and Jennifer were crying almost as hard as Julia,
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knowing their turn was next. "Swwiiissshhh, CRACK" "Swwiiissshhh, CRACK"
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"Swwiissshhh, CRACK", the last blow landed. Julia screamed after each
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stroke and was crying hysterically after five. She slowly walked back to
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her desk, and gingerly sat down, her shame complete.
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"Nancy, you are next". Nancy slowly walked up to the desk, and without
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being told, bent over and raised her skirt. I was stunned by this entire
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scene. Nancy, of all the students in the class, was least guilty of
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participating in the uprising. In fact, she had tried to stop it, without
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success. "Please don't whip me, I didn't do anything wrong", pleaded
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Nancy to no avail.. I really felt for her at this moment, softly crying
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and innocent with her cute bottom awaiting the terrible punishment. The
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principal brought the rod up and strided into Nancy. "Swwissshhh, CRACK",
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went the rod, the end biting poor Nancy's behind. Nancy screamed.
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"CRACK" "CRACK" "CRACK" "CRACK" Nancy tried to get up from the desk, her
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punishment complete, but our principal pushed her back down. "For again
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denying guilt, you get an extra stroke Nancy", and with this, he pulled
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her underwear down, revealing the most beautiful girl's bottom I had ever
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seen (It was also the *only* girl's bottom I had ever seen!). I felt my
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penis grow instantly rigid. Nancy's bottom was already well whipped, her
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flesh marred by 5 perfect weals across both buttocks. Blisters occupied
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the ends of these weals. In my life, I am not sure I had ever been
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whipped so severely. Nancy was in total shock as my principal again
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raised the rod and brought it down incredibly hard. "CRACK". Nancy
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screamed and a fresh weal instantly appeared and darkened before our eyes.
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The girl was in so much pain that she had to be helped off the desk.
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Still shaken, and crying hard, she slowly raised her underwear and
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stumbled back to her desk, oblivious of the incredible view she was giving
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us of her lovely body.
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Jennifer's whipping would have been anticlimactic after this scene, had
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she not been the prettiest girl in school. I had secretly loved her for
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years, and now my love was to be publicly flogged! However, my hardness
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scarcely diminished. Her bottom, her beautiful, round, lovely bottom was
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now perfectly outlined by her tight bloomers. How I wish this view could
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have lasted forever. "Swwwiiiissshhh, CRACK", and Jennifer, my love,
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howled. "CRACK" "CRACK" , her legs bicycled as the rod whipped her
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bottom. "CRACK", and Jennifer was screaming and crying pitiously. The
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principal, knowing this was the last stroke of the "class" punishment
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backed up a half step to increase his stride toward Jennifer. He wound
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up, strided forward and lashed furiously at Jennifer's barely protected
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bottom. "Swwwwiiiiiiisssssshhhhhhh CRRRACK". Jennifer's body went rigid
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and then limp over the desk as she let out an excruciating scream, that
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may still ring in that classroom. She slowly got up and walked back to
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her desk, her face wet with tears. The other students quickly began
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repairing our classroom before our principal changed his mind about
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spanking everyone. This day certainly turned out to be different.
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