Things Change By OTKFME@comcast.net

This incident happened to me after I had graduated from college.
I went back to visit my old high school, to bring back memories.
I went to an all boys' high school, and my parents thought that I
would learn more that way because I would not have girls around
me as a distraction.  But I still got into a lot of mischief
because I liked to play practical jokes on both my teachers and
other students.  Sometimes this would end with me going to the
principal's office for a spanking.  Back then it was okay to have
your kids spanked at school, and my parents signed a note stating
that it was okay for me to be spanked at school.

All of the teachers at the school were male, except for my
English teacher.  She had just graduated from college, and this
was her first teaching job.  Seeing that she was the only female
that I had everyday contact with, I tended to play more practical
jokes on her than anyone else.  Her name was "Miss Jones", and
she was really pretty and smelled real nice.  She sent me to the
principal's office more than once, for the stunts I pulled on
her.  Now I actually feel sorry for the way I treated her, it
must have been real frustrating for her.

School had just let out about an hour ago and I was walking down
the hallways, looking in my old classrooms, and hoping that I
would see a one of my old instructors.  That is when Miss Jones
came along.

"Hi, Miss Jones," I yelled out to her.  "I'm Clyde, one of your
former English students.  I came back to see the old school and
hopefully run into you."

"Oh, yes Clyde," Miss Jones said.  "I remember you."

"The old school hasn't changed much," I said.  "Are you still
teaching English here?"

"Well, the school has really changed since you were here.  The
school is now co-ed, and I am no longer teaching English, I am
now the principal of the school."

"That is a big change."  I said.

"Why don't you follow me to the my office where we can talk some
more."

"Sure," I said.  Then I followed her to the principal's office. 
When we walked through her door, she told her secretary to hold
all calls since see was going to visit with an old student of
hers.

Her principal's office looked pretty much like what it looked
like when I was in high school.  She had changed the paintings on
the wall, and it smelled better, but it was the same old office.
In the next room, connected to the principal's office, was the
punishment room.  I had been spanked there many times by Mr.
Olson, who was principal when I was going to high school.  Many
of those times were because Miss Jones sent me there, for
practical jokes I had pulled on her.

Anyway, Miss Jones opened the door to the punishment room and
said, "As I said before, there have been a lot of changes at this
school.  One of them is that schools can no longer spank
students.  It is actually causing more discipline problems for
the school.  I liked it better when I could spank students for
their behavioral problems."

"I think the spankings that I received in this room, changed my
behavior."  I said.  "When I left here and went to college, I was
able to concentrate on my studies better, and I didn't pull many
practical jokes on people."

"I remember an incident that happened when I was still teaching
English."  Miss Jones said.  "I was late getting to the classroom
one morning, and when I opened the closet in the classroom to put
away my coat, red paint fell all over my dress.  It ruined the
dress, and I felt so bad that I had to wear that paint stained
all day long.  Whoever did that to me really deserved to be
spanked."

"Yes, I think I remember that," I said. "Did they ever catch who
did that to you?"

"Thinking back about the incident, I don't think they ever caught
the person.  Also, I think it happened right before a class that
you were in."  Miss Jones said.

"Well, I have a confession to make," I said.  "I was the one who
made the paint fall all over your dress.  I was afraid to come
forward at the time, and you punished the entire class by making
us do a lot more homework.  I'm really sorry about that.  Would
it help if I were to pay you now for a new dress?"

"I always thought that it was you!"  Miss Jones said.  "But I was
never able to prove it, so I wasn't sure.  I also was made
principal the year after you graduated from high school.  As
principal, I was hoping that I would have had a chance to spank
you for all of the practical jokes that you had sprung on me."

"As I said before, I am now really sorry for the stunts I pulled
on you."  I said.  "Part of the reason I did them was because you
were the only female teacher in the school.  I wanted to see you
scream and cry, like women do.  I'm sorry!  I wish there was a
way that I could make it up to you."

"Well Clyde, I think there is a way that you could make it up to
me."  Miss Jones said.

"Good, what is it?"

"Remember in high school, if you did something really bad, you
got sent to the principal's office for a spanking in this room?"
Miss Jones asked.

"Yes, I was sent here many times and spanked for my dumb
practical jokes."

"Well, now that I am the principal, how about if I spank you for
ruining my dress, and for all of the other practical jokes you
pulled on me."

"But I haven't been spanked since high school.  Besides, spanking
students is no longer allowed."  I said.

"You are no longer a student, and you wondered how you could it
up to me for all the practical jokes you pulled on me. 
Especially the time the red paint ruined my dress.  So how about
it?  You deserve to be spanked!"

"Well, I guess I deserve to be spanked for my past behavior. 
Yes, I'll let you spank me."  I said.

"Good!  Since Mr. Olson spanked you in here, you know what to do.
 So take off your slacks and bend over the spanking horse."

In the middle of the room was a wooden spanking horse.   It was
modified so that it could be raised and lowered, depending on the
student's height.  It also had straps for your wrists and ankles
on the legs, and it had a wide strap that held you down about
your waist.  As a guy, I was always asked to take off my slacks,
and I was spanked on my briefs.  So soon I was bent over the
horse.  Miss Jones adjusted the height, and then secured my
wrists and the wide strap about my waist.  Then to my surprise, I
felt her pulling down my briefs!

"What are you doing?"  I protested.  "When I was spanked by Mr.
Olson, I was spanked over my briefs."

"Well I am not Mr. Olson, and I want to see the effect the
spanking has on you, So you are going to be spanked on the bare.
Besides, you're older now."

Then I felt Miss Jones pull my briefs completely off my legs. 
She next secured my ankles to each of the legs.  Now my legs were
spread, and I was naked from the waist down.  Mr. Olson used a
wooden paddle with holes in it to spank you.  Miss Olson took it
down from the wall and put it on the floor near my head so that I
could see it.  Then she said, "Stay there.  I'll be right back."
I of course couldn't move, because I was secured to the spanking
horse.  Soon she came back with a riding crop and cane.  She laid
these next to the paddle.

"Mr. Olson only spanked me with the paddle!"  I protested.  "You
aren't going to use the riding crop and cane on me, are you?"

"As I said before, I am not Mr. Olson, and yes I am going to
spank you with the paddle, riding crop, and cane.  Things
change."

Now I wasn't sure why agreed to a spanking from Miss Olson.  But
I knew I deserved a spanking from her, so I said, "When I agreed
to the spanking I didn't know that it would be on the bare with
the paddle, riding crop, and cane.  But I deserve it, so go ahead
and spank me."

Then I saw her pick up the paddle, and SWAT, the first swat hit
me.  It stung, but it didn't feel as bad as when Mr. Olson
spanked me.  SWAT.  "I wanted to spank you like this five years
ago.  SWAT  It's good that I am finally getting my chance.  SWAT
Probably some of the other teachers would  SWAT like to spank you
 SWAT  for the stunts that you  SWAT pulled on them, too"  SWAT

Now the paddle was stinging me a lot more.  I didn't have my
briefs on for extra protection.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT.  "Your skin is turning a nice red color.  SWAT.
 I'm about ready  SWAT, to switch to the riding crop."  SWAT

My spanking quit for a minute, and I saw her put down the paddle
and grab the riding crop.  "I can do a lot more with this than
that wide paddle."  WHACK.  She hit me on the upper thighs, right
below my bottom.  I tried to move about, but I was totally
secured to the wooden horse.

"Ouch," I said.

"That's suppose to hurt.  I can really get your tender spots with
this."  Miss Jones said.  Then she started to hit me with many
fast small strokes between the cheeks of my bottom, and
everywhere that wasn't red from the paddle.  Next, to my
surprise, she flicked it between my legs.  I was already somewhat
aroused from being spanked on the bare by Miss Jones, and this
made me even more aroused.

"I want to make sure you remember this spanking," Miss Jones said
as she hit me a few more times between my legs.  Then she put
down the riding crop and picked up the cane.  "Have you ever been
caned before?"  She asked.

"No, I haven't," I said.

"In that case I will only give you six strokes.  It will really
hurt, but I want you to count them out loud.  If you don't count
them out loud, the stroke will not count.  Do you understand,
Clyde?"

"Yes, Miss Jones," I said.

I felt a tap in the middle of my already sore bare bottom, heard
a whistle, then CRACK.  It felt like a hot iron poker had burnt
me in a straight line.  I moved about to get rid of the pain.

"I didn't hear you count that, so here comes number one again."

Tap, whistle, CRACK.

"One," I yelled out.

"Good, you're learning."  Miss Jones said.  Tap, whistle, CRACK.

"Two!"  I was really going to be glad when my spanking was going
to be over.  My poor bottom was really burning.

Tap, whistle, CRACK.  "Three," I said.

Then I heard the door to the punishment room open.  "Oh, I'm
sorry to interrupt you, but there is a very important phone call
you better take."  Her secretary said.  I felt so embarrassed,
for her secretary to come in while I was being caned and nearly
naked, while bent over the wooden horse.

"Can't they call back in about five minutes?"  Miss Jones asked.

"No, it's about what happened to a student this afternoon.  You
better take the call."  Her secretary said.

"Okay, I'll take the call.  But I'll be back in a few minutes to
finish your spanking, Clyde."  Miss Jones said.

Miss Jones left the room but her secretary stayed in the room
with me.  "Your bottom is bright red, and you have four welts
from the cane on your bottom.  You're a former student, aren't
you?  What did you do to deserve this?"

"I'm the one who pulled practical jokes on Miss Jones, including
the time red paint was spilled on her dress."  I said.

"Yes, Miss Jones has been mad at you for that incident for a
number of years.  She said if she ever saw you again, she wanted
to give you a severe spanking that you deserved.  And it looks
like that is what you got.  Let me get some lotion and rub it on
your bottom."

The secretary left the room for a moment and returned with some
lotion.  Soon, the cool lotion was soothing my burning hot
bottom.  Then Miss Jones walked in the door, again.

"Good, you're putting lotion on him.  You can go, now, but leave
the lotion, behind."  Miss Jones said.

I heard the door close, and saw Miss Jones put a roll of paper
towels next to the paddle and riding crop.  "Where did we leave
off?"  Miss Jones asked.

"Three counted strokes of the cane."  I said. I felt the tapping,
heard the whistle, CRACK.  I felt the burning of the cane. 
"Four."

Tap, whistle, CRACK.  "Five."

"Clyde, I'm really glad you came back to visit the school.  I've
been waiting to give you a good spanking for many years.  Here's
your last stroke."

Tap, whistle, CRACK.  "Six."

Then she started to put the lotion on my poor red bottom.  She
was putting the lotion all over me.  I felt her hands putting
lotion on my balls and penis.  I was already aroused from my
spanking, and now I had a big erection.  She stroked me and
stroked me, and then grabbed the paper towels to catch my cum and
to clean me up.

Before Miss Jones unstrapped me from the wooden horse she said,
"I hope you come back and visit the school, again.  You still
should be spanked again, for all of the practical jokes that you
pulled on the staff."

After being released from the wooden horse, I slowly pulled on my
briefs and slacks over my tender burning bottom.  I thanked Miss
Jones for spanking me, and left her office.

On the way out, her secretary said, "Miss Jones really enjoys it
when former students visit her.  I hope you come back to visit
again."












