for something even more instructive than our history lesson." He opened his desk drawer and removed a smooth, black leather ping- pong paddle. He held it in one hand and slapped it smartly against the palm of the other so that it made a loud smacking sound.
" April Chandler will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behaviour is any indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of this."
The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than little April , who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears.
" April Chandler ," Mr. Pegg said. "Come up to the front of the room."
She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs.
"What have you got to say to me and to the class?"
"I don't know, Sir."
"Apologise!" he commanded.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered.
"Say, 'I'm sorry for coming in late.'"
"I'm sorry for coming in late."
"Say it to the class. Face the class, April ."
April turned towards her classmates. Her face was bright red. "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," she said quietly.
"Say it louder, April . We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a while you're going to be very sorry."
"I'm sorry for coming in late, class," April said distinctly and took a deep breath.
"Now class, and April ," Mr. Pegg said. "The Code requires all students to count out the number of spanks they deserve. Because you have come in late, April , you deserve 25. You will be spanked over your panties. Should you come in late again, at any time during the current semester, you will receive 25 spanks on your bare skin. In this very classroom, in front of all your classmates. However, for now, that will not be necessary."
April had turned white and was beginning to tremble.
"Turn around and face my desk, April ."
She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr. Pegg approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge."
April did as she was ordered. Mr. Pegg waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back.
In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of tiny red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he said. "Begin to count after each stroke, April ."
With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whooshed through the air and landed in the middle of April 's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with the impact. "One," she said meekly.
"It will have to be louder if you want it to count, April ," Mr. Pegg said.
He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball.
" Ow ! Oh, Mr. Pegg !" April cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two."
"We can dispense with the commentary," Mr. Pegg said as he let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock.
"Three," April shouted as the pain rippled through her.
A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at Chantry High and any one of them could be next.
Mr. Pegg brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on her left buttock. This time April gasped. "Four!" she cried.
Now Mr. Pegg began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, centre, and the next, centre, left, right. April was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain.
However, Mr. Pegg waited for April to count the correct number after each blow.
When they reached number 13, he put all his force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands.
" April Chandler will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behaviour is any indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of this."
The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than little April , who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears.
" April Chandler ," Mr. Pegg said. "Come up to the front of the room."
She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs.
"What have you got to say to me and to the class?"
"I don't know, Sir."
"Apologise!" he commanded.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she stammered.
"Say, 'I'm sorry for coming in late.'"
"I'm sorry for coming in late."
"Say it to the class. Face the class, April ."
April turned towards her classmates. Her face was bright red. "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," she said quietly.
"Say it louder, April . We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a while you're going to be very sorry."
"I'm sorry for coming in late, class," April said distinctly and took a deep breath.
"Now class, and April ," Mr. Pegg said. "The Code requires all students to count out the number of spanks they deserve. Because you have come in late, April , you deserve 25. You will be spanked over your panties. Should you come in late again, at any time during the current semester, you will receive 25 spanks on your bare skin. In this very classroom, in front of all your classmates. However, for now, that will not be necessary."
April had turned white and was beginning to tremble.
"Turn around and face my desk, April ."
She turned so that her back was to the class. Mr. Pegg approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge."
April did as she was ordered. Mr. Pegg waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. She was wearing a white blouse under a green corduroy jumper. He put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back.
In doing so he revealed her pure white cotton panties with a pattern of tiny red and pink hearts. "How charming your taste in underwear is," he said. "Begin to count after each stroke, April ."
With that, he drew back his arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whooshed through the air and landed in the middle of April 's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with the impact. "One," she said meekly.
"It will have to be louder if you want it to count, April ," Mr. Pegg said.
He struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball.
" Ow ! Oh, Mr. Pegg !" April cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two."
"We can dispense with the commentary," Mr. Pegg said as he let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock.
"Three," April shouted as the pain rippled through her.
A few of the children in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at Chantry High and any one of them could be next.
Mr. Pegg brought back his arm and landed a fourth spank directly on her left buttock. This time April gasped. "Four!" she cried.
Now Mr. Pegg began to spank in rhythm. He alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, centre, and the next, centre, left, right. April was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain.
However, Mr. Pegg waited for April to count the correct number after each blow.
When they reached number 13, he put all his force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands.
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