When I was in the second grade, it was fairly common for a child to be paddled for wrongdoing.
Well, one time I lied to a teacher and she found out about it. She made me stand in the corner, then called me to the front of the class at the end of the day. She told the class that I had lied to her, that lying was wrong and anyone else who lied would get the same punishment.
She then bent me across her desk and lifted my dress, revealing my panties. It was at this moment that I began to cry, for I had seen other students get paddled and knew it would be unpleasant.
Then, for some reason, everything seemed to go still when…CRACK! I heard the smack before I felt it. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes when the second whack landed precisely where the first one had. I began at this moment to kick and cry while six more firm whacks landed on my backside.
When it was over, I had to spend time in the corner until my mother arrived to pick me up. She was none too pleased about her daughter being paddled – but that’s another story.