Punished Once, Punished Twice

It was the worst day of her life – and it wasn’t over yet. As Nancy walked home from the school bus stop, slowly, very slowly, she thought about the terrible things that had happened that day, and what was yet to come.

The day began uneventfully. Out of bed, shower, breakfast, and off to school. Nancy wore a short skirt, the new blue plaid uniform skirt her Aunt Fran bought her, along with a white dress blouse, white knee socks, and the school tie. Later in the year, when the temperature dropped 30 or 40 degrees, Nancy would wear the dark blue sweater with the school logo.

School was such a pain. Nancy didn’t care for school much when she lived at home in Virginia with her mom and day. And she really wasn’t as “wild” as her parents thought. Sure, she smoked a little dope on weekends, and let the boys touch her perky little tits when they kissed in the back seats of cars on Saturday night dates. Nancy wasn’t a slut like some of the girls in her junior high class. Sometimes she gave a guy a hand job if she really liked him, but she didn’t suck cock or let boys fuck her in the ass. In fact Nancy was still a virgin – but her parents just didn’t believe her.

“And besides, with High School grades like yours, you’ll never get into a good college if you don’t straighten up and get your act together.” That was her dad talking, the broken record every night at the dinner table.

The answer was very simple. Nancy would be shipped off to Arizona, to spend her senior year with Aunt Fran, her mother’s older sister. She would attend a special day school “for difficult children,” and with some luck she might get into Scottsdale Community College after a year of Arizona residency. So 18 year old Nancy was packed off to Arizona to spend a year of High School prison. Life really sucks!

“It could have been worse,” Aunt Fran told her when Nancy arrived in early August. “Your dad wanted to send you to the local ‘Christian Academy’ back in Great Falls. When they weren’t filling your head with all kinds of Creationism nonsense, they’d be Bible thumping and threatening you with the fiery pits of hell. It took me a while to talk them out of it.”

‘But not much worse,’ Nancy thought to herself. ‘It’s a fucken’ 112 degrees in the shade at noon, and there’s at least another month of really shitty weather before it even begins to cool off. In case you haven’t already guessed Auntie Fran, these ARE the pits of hell.’

There wasn’t much that Nancy liked about the school. First of all, there were no boys, which was the general idea of sending Nancy there in the first place. Then there were the dorky uniforms. Next, there was homework every night. Any finally, there were no boys.

High School prison had a ‘back to basics’ curriculum. The emphasis was on the core subjects: English, math, the sciences, and foreign language skills.

“Seniors get to take one elective,” Aunt Fran told Nancy.

“Big fucken’ deal,” from Nancy.

Thwak! Nobody had ever slapped Nancy’s face before.

Quickly, before the shock wore off, Aunt Fran grabbed the young girl by the ear and pulled Nancy into the laundry room, to wash her mouth out with nasty brown laundry soap.

Nancy had taken a photography class in her junior year, and it was the only subject that vaguely interested the pretty 18 year old. So Aunt Fran bought Nancy a digital camera and they agreed the Photography would be Nancy’s senior elective. The rest of the subjects pretty much sucked. The worst of the worst was English Composition, especially because Nancy’s spelling wasn’t too good.

All of the compositions had to be written out in long hand, no computers allowed, and no Spell Checker software. And there were spelling tests. Can you believe that, spelling tests? That was so 7th grade.

Well, Nancy forgot there was a spelling test that fateful day. That is, she forgot until she walked into the third period English class. No big deal – she would try to copy off her friend Karen.

The English Composition teacher, Miss Johnston, was not her favorite. Young, tall, blonde, athletic, Miss Johnston also taught the PE class. She was really strict, and Nancy didn’t enjoy her class at all. And when school first started, some of the girls from last year said “Miss” Johnston was really weird, the way she was always coming into the locker room when they were half naked, and slapping some of them on the bottoms as they ran out onto the field.

The spelling test was a disaster. Karen wasn’t in class – her desk was empty. Nancy could only spell half the words, and she got caught trying to copy from Alexandra, the girl who sat on the other side. Allie was such a brat. When Nancy leaned over to copy, Allie moved her paper to the far side of her desk and covered it with her arm as she wrote. What a brat.

Miss Johnston, who was in the back of the room, she saw it all. And she was there immediately. She flew down the aisle and grabbed Nancy by the ear, almost lifting her out of the desk. Then she shook her arm, and Nan though the bitch would pull Nancy’s ear right off her head.

“Cheater, cheater.” Miss Johnston shouted.

Nancy knew what she was in for. Cheating got you a spanking in Home Room at the end of the school day, in front of the entire class. And to make matters worse, you had to wear a sign pinned to your back which read CHEATER. Everyone knew you would be spanked in your panties, and everyone would laugh at you all day.

It was hard to concentrate all day. Her mind kept wandering. It was so embarrassing. At home her dad still spanked her, but it was in private. And Nancy’s mom told her that if she misbehaved in Arizona, Aunt Fran would spank her as well. Spanking wasn’t allowed at the public school back in Great Falls, so the thought of being spanked in class was totally humiliating.

Finally, the day ended and Nancy went back to Home Room.

Miss Johnston called the roll, and then called Nancy to the front of the class. She made Nancy stand there with her back to the class, and while she took off the sign, announced that Nancy was a CHEATER. That wasn’t fair, Nancy knew. All she wanted to do was copy. Then…

“Over the desk, Missy.”

“Please?”

“I don’t bargain. Over the desk, NOW, or you get EXTRA.”

Nancy bent over the center of the deck, in the front center of the room. She rested her head on her arms and tried to relax. She felt her short uniform skirt, her new short skirt, riding up the backs of her legs. Then Miss Johnston reached for the hem, and pulled the skirt up over Nancy’s shapely bottom.

Her white cotton bikini panties were tight. They didn’t cover much, but at least she was sure everyone couldn’t see right through them. Miss Johnston pulled the skirt over the panties on purpose. When she was finished arranging the skirt, one or two inches of Nancy’s backside showed between the elastic top of the panties and the hem of the skirt.

“This is your first spanking so I’ll use the LIGHT paddle.” Miss Johnston announced. And Nancy was sure Miss Johnston was thinking, “And hopefully, not your last.”

Miss Johnston went around to the front of the desk and took out the paddle. It didn’t look like much. The kind of paddle from the kid’s toy – the one with the elastic string and the ball attached.

Then Miss Johnston was next to Nancy, on her left side. Her arm went up in the air and came straight down. The first stroke caught her high on the waist, on her right side. The second was next to it on the left. Two strokes and her butt was on fire.

“No, please, no!”

“Cheaters always get spanked.” was the icy reply.

Miss Johnston spanked slowly and methodically, from top to bottom, from waist to the backs of Nancy’s knees. The worst was on the backs of her legs. Almost as bad was at the crease, where her bottom met the tops of her thighs. There, Miss Johnston hit up rather than down. The pain was intense, and Nancy was sure all the girls could see her bottom vibrate.

Nancy was crying by the time Miss Johnston got to the tops of her legs and cried during the rest of the spanking. Then school bell sounded and the class filed out of the room. Nancy cried for at least five minutes afterwards.

Then Miss Johnston lowered Nancy’s skirt and told her she hoped she learned her lesson, hoped that she never had to spank her again.

Nancy walked home from the bus stop slowly, very slowly. Her backside was on fire, the heat held in by her new short skirt. The backs of her legs were still red, and she was sure that was the first thing Aunt Fran would notice when she came in the door. She would ask her about it and Nancy would tell her. And she knew the rule: If you ever get spanked at school, you get spanked a second time when you come home.

Nancy walked up the driveway slowly, very slowly. She thought about the terrible things that had happened that day, and what was yet to come…

Aunt Fran had a temper and she would be really angry. The only time Nancy swore Aunt Fran slapped Nancy’s face. The Nancy thought about the public humiliation she had suffered that day and how all the girls would be laughing at her for days to come. That was terrible, but not as terrible as her Aunt Fran’s anger when he found out about it, and the terrible punishment she was sure to suffer.

Nancy’s idea was to sneak into the house, to get up the stairs to her room as quickly as possible and put on a pair of jeans. That way Aunt Fran wouldn’t see the backs of her legs. Then, after dinner, slowly, carefully, she would explain what had happened. How she hadn’t planned to cheat, all she did was try to copy. How the rest was all a big mistake.

And you know, the idea almost worked. Nancy got in the front door, and Aunt Fran was in the kitchen fixing dinner, so Nancy made it half way up the stairs before her Aunt came into the hall way.

“Nancy!”

She froze in her tracks. She wanted to keep walking but couldn’t.

“Nancy?”

“Yes, Aunt Fran?”

“Your legs, the backs of your legs.”

“Yes?”

“They’re all red.”

She wanted to lie, to make up a story about gym class, something about tumbling and mat burns, but she knew Aunt Fran would never believe her. So she turned around and walked down the stairs. She tried to compose her thoughts, to choose her words very carefully.