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The VP, the Junior and Mr. Paddle

by Y Lee Coyote

Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 23 Jun 2016

The following story is fiction about an in-school paddling.  The story contains a scene of a paddling.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  This story was inspired by the image at which is the scene in the third paragraph.

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Reddick knew he was busted as soon as he turned the corner in the corridor for Dr. Padfield was there and the second he took to step back was too long.  He wasn’t even up to speed when Dr. Paddle, as the VP was affectionately known, bellowed: STOP!  Perhaps he could have out run him but if he couldn’t or if he had been recognized it would be a lot worse.  Reddick stopped.

Reddick had been up late the night before and was really tired so he had ducked into an empty classroom and laid his head down to rest a bit.  That was more than three hours ago.  When he woke up, after checking the time on his phone, he headed for the exit.  Unfortunately, he did not make it.

He stood frozen as Dr. Paddle approached and then stood in front of him.  As always, he was holding his huge paddle.  It seemed that he never was without it and rumor had it that he even slept with it.

Good afternoon, Dr., Padfield. he said trying to act cool.

School was dismissed more than two hours ago and the club hour an hour ago.  What are you doing here, Reddick?

I fell asleep, Sir, and just woke up.  I was headed out. replied the boy who could not keep his eyes off the huge paddle.  He feared it (from past encounters) yet it was mesmerizing.

Being here after hours is a disciplinary offence, Reddick. replied the man caressing Mr. Paddle in anticipation.

Yes, Sir.  It was unintentional, Sir.  I’ve even missed the last bus and it’s a long walk home.  May I please go, Sir. he said hopefully.

Not so fast, Reddick, Mr. Paddle wants to have a talk with you.  That was not what Reddick wanted to hear.  Come along now.  The VP pointed with his paddle and they headed down the corridor.  Reddick was surprised when the VP stopped and unlocked the door to the gym.  This will do better than my office.

The VP quickly located what he was looking for – a vaulting horse.  Just drop your jeans, Reddick, and since it’s after hours, your undies also and bend over the horse.  It will give you proper support.

«Yeah, proper support.  And it won’t give any so it will hurt more.  Just what a sick sadist would like.» thought Reddick knowing he best keep his thoughts to himself.  Anyway, he dropped his jeans and boxers and bent over the horse.

Dr. Padfield did not waste anytime but started immediately once Reddick was in position.  There was not any need to explain the protocol as Reddick was quite experienced.  The paddle crashed down six times with great violence upon Reddick’s butt.  These licks were harder than usual pops and he could not remain silent after the first one.  Not only did he yell but he could not hold back the tears by the end.

Pull up your pants, Reddick. said the VP coldly and Get out immediately. pointing to the side door.  Reddick wanted to use the toilet and to wash but Dr. Paddle prohibited that.  He rushed out the side door before he got more pops.  As he left he saw that Dr. Paddle was grinning broadly as he caressed Mr. Paddle surely thinking: Good job.

It was a long walk home and every step hurt.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L.  June 23, 2016

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