Pamela Sprague quivered fearfully as Miss Skillings, Principal of
Fundamental School for Girls, picked up the Senior Paddle and glanced
meaningfully at Miss Tracy, the English teacher.
Pamela was held firmly by Miss Tracy, face down, on the six-foot long
sturdy wooden bench. Her shoes had been removed. Her Scottish kilt-style
knee-length skirt was raised in back and fastened to her pink blouse
with safety pins. It was hoisted so far that a thin line of bare flesh
appeared at her waist above her full cotton underpants. On her legs, she
wore cotton knee socks.
Miss Skillings admired the smooth wooden surface of the formidable
instrument of punishment, and thought to herself how good it was that
troublesome girls were dealt with in this way.
She administered three or four gentle but foreboding pats to Pamela
Sprague's posterior and the girl reacted with a gasp of anticipation.
Miss Tracy pressed on Pamela's small of back so hard that the girl felt
as if her navel was glued to the surface of the bench. Below and to the
rear, Pamela's buttocks thrust provocatively out and back and (in this
position) upwards, filling her panties so tightly that they seemed ready
to burst. Her bottom trembled nervously, making ripples in the fabric
that betrayed her growing apprehension.
Eighteen year old Pamela was beginning her final year at Fundamental
High School. She had never
