Miss Davenport wrote the words “NICKY’S PUNISHMENT” on the blackboard, underlined it, then turned and faced the cowering sixteen-year-old. “Miss Baldini, when was the last time you were administered a good spanking?”
Nicky Baldini squirmed nervously in her seat. She blushed slightly while her fellow classmates giggled with amusement. “I-I don’t know, Miss Davenport. P-Please, I’m sorry…”
“It’s much too late for ‘sorry,’ I’m afraid,” interrupted Miss Davenport. “You embarrassed a member of your class and now you shall be embarrassed in turn. Nothing like an old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking to cure little girls of their naughty behavior.”
Nicky Baldini’s transgression had occurred just a few minutes before. It was in the courtyard during the morning recess when she whispered to one of her few friends, “Watch this. You’re about to see something you’ve never seen before.” Pammy Gardinstock was a few feet away with several of her friends. At the time she was leaning over to tie her shoes. Nicky slithered up behind her, and to the astonishment of all witnesses, she lifted up the back of Pammy’s blouse with a pair of scissors in hand.
“Pammy, look out!” screamed someone in her group. But it was too late, as before Pammy could defend herself, Nicky had snipped her bra strap clear through. Nicky turned and shared a grin with her friend.
Why did Nicky carry out this most unusual act? Because she was a bully, and because she could. She particularly enjoyed picking on Pammy Gardinstock, since she was too timid to fight back.
But unfortunately for Nicky, she had taken it a step too far this time. As fate would have it, Miss Davenport just happened to be looking out her window as Nicky was performing the dirty deed. She raced outside to rescue the besieged Pammy Gardinstock. She put an arm around her and began whisking her away. “Come, let’s get you a sweater to put on over your blouse,” she said. She stopped momentarily to address Nicky, who was looking the other way, feigning innocence. “As for you, Miss Baldini, I’ll deal with you appropriately after recess.” As Miss Davenport and Pammy Gardinstock disappeared indoors, all eyes turned to Nicky Baldini, whose demeanor has suddenly changed from celebratory to apprehensive. Her apprehensiveness would prove to be well founded.
Nicky sat anxiously while contemplating the possibility of an over-the-knee spanking at the hands of Miss Davenport. Her anxiety was about to be considerably exacerbated. Her teacher was in the process of adding four words just below her previous entry on the blackboard: “A BARE-BOTTOMED SPANKING.” As she set the chalk down on the ledge and faced the class, she was barely able to curtail her smile. Twenty-seven girls did not bother curtailing theirs. The twenty-eighth girl was not smiling, and her now bright red face betrayed her considerable discomfiture.
“Miss…Miss Davenport, please,” Nicky pleaded. “I’m…I’m much too old for that….that sort of thing. I promise I’ll…I’ll be a good g…I mean, I promise I’ll be good.” The giggling persisted, and it was not lost on Nicky that she sounded like a little girl after a scolding. But her attempt at damage control would be fruitless, as Miss Davenport now was fully resolved to carry out the embarrassing punishment. She simply turned without answering and added to her script on the blackboard. When she finished, it looked like this:
NICKY'S PUNISHMENT A BARE-BOTTOMED SPANKING 2:00 P.M. IN THE FRONT OF THE CLASS ALL ARE INVITED TO ATTEND
Nicky knew at that point that there would be no way to talk her teacher out of the punishment. She looked up at the clock (collectively with all of her fellow students) and noted that it was only 10:30. She would have three and one half hours to mull over her impending humiliation. The waiting and extreme sense of dread would prove to be almost as excruciating as the punishment itself.
Of course, this was not lost on Miss Davenport. When she decided to implement the shame punishment on Nicky Baldini her first inclination was to carry it out right on the spot. But as she was writing on the blackboard, she considered that to postpone it until the afternoon would certainly add to her subject’s apprehension. Plus, it would open up the opportunity for her to be teased by the other students, especially during the lunch hour. Also, the three and one half hour buildup would add flavor to the whole experience. Yes, she thought, she would turn it into an event, and teach the young lady a lesson she’d never forget.
The atmosphere throughout the tenth grade classroom in Emma Winslow’s Boarding School for Girls changed considerably at 10:30 that morning. With less than two weeks remaining before the end of the school year, most of the students were looking ahead towards the summer break. The daily grind of the school days had become rather humdrum. But the anticipation of Nicky Baldini’s humiliation had certainly rekindled their enthusiasm.
There were two reasons for Nicky’s classmates’ delight in her upcoming dishonor. For one, it is widely believed that it is human nature to take pleasure in another’s misfortunes, or in this case, another’s humiliation. There is no better word to describe this phenomenon than the German word “schadenfreude.” Second, the girls derived considerable glee in the fact that the victim would be none other than Nicky Baldini. You see, Nicky, though very popular in her little clique (comprised of two or three of her fellow snobs), her supercilious, arrogant attitude and occasional penchant for bullying helped gain her quite a few enemies. Truth be told, most of her classmates were relishing the expectation of Nicky Baldini getting her comeuppance.
The hour and a half before lunch moved painfully slowly for Nicky, who at that point was resigned to her dreadful fate and just wanted to be done with it. The text on the board seemed to scream out at her. She looked up at the words “bare-bottomed spanking” for the umpteenth time and cringed. She conjured up the image of herself laid out over Miss Davenport’s lap with her skirt hiked up and her panties pulled down to her thighs. She felt the heat of her face flushing at the prospect.
It was a few minutes before lunch when Miss Davenport excused herself and left the classroom. She returned shortly and, to the curiosity of the students, carried with her a large piece of white, high-grade art paper. She laid it on her desk, and with a thick black marker began writing on the paper. When she finished, she laid the paper over the top portion of her yardstick and fastened it securely with tape, which apparently was the finishing touch of a makeshift sign. Without a word she held up the sign and displayed it for her students, an action that elicited a chorus of giggles, and caused Nicky Baldini to flinch and blush noticeably. The sign read:
ASK ME ABOUT MY BARE-BOTTOMED SPANKING
“Could you please come up here, Miss Baldini?” asked Miss Davenport when the giggling subsided. The beleaguered Nicky timidly approached her teacher while her amused classmates keenly looked on. “I’d like you to keep this with you during the lunch hour,” directed the teacher while handing it off to the chagrined student. “I think it might be nice to share your upcoming experience with the rest of the student body.” She paused, and the speechless girl stared dismally at the sign. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to eat your lunch, during which time you may set your sign down. But for the remaining forty-five minutes you are to parade up and down the cafeteria and the courtyard while holding the sign above your head.” Nicky’s jaw had dropped, and Miss Davenport wasn’t even finished. “Further, if anyone asks you about your bare-bottomed spanking—and I suspect you will have that question posed to you quite a few times—your response will be, ‘I have been a naughty little girl, and at 2:00 today Miss Davenport will be taking me over her knee and spanking my bare bottom in front of the whole class.’” While her classmates’ giggles accelerated to laughter, Nicky Baldini held back her tears and stared downwards. “Is that clear, Miss Baldini?” Nicky nodded sullenly. “Good. Now, let’s review. Tell us what will your response be when you are asked about your bare-bottomed spanking.” After a moment of silence, Miss Davenport pressed on. “I’m waiting, Miss Baldini.” Nicky knew full well that her teacher would not loosen the figurative noose until she complied.
“I have been a naughty girl…I mean a naughty LITTLE girl…” Giggles were abounding, as Nicky blushed brighter. “…and at 2:00…at 2:00 today Miss Davenport will put me over her knee and spank…my bare bottom.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Nicky?” asked Miss Davenport. Nicky looked perplexed, so her teacher prodded her. “In front of…?” she said while motioning with an open hand towards the students.
“In front of the whole class,” she answered quietly.
“Not bad, Nicky. Not bad. But it looks like you might need someone to help you along. Class, may I have a volunteer to escort Nicky throughout the lunch hour to ensure that she remembers all the words?” Not surprisingly, several hands shot up in the air. One of them belonged to Pammy Gardinstock, making Miss Davenport’s decision a no-brainer. “Pamela, you’ll be shadowing Miss Baldini over the next hour. I’d appreciate it if you’d make sure she has a chance to visit with as many of the girls as possible. If she gives you any trouble, or if she doesn’t answer the question about her bare-bottomed spanking properly, be sure to let me know. We can always arrange for her to stay after school for some extra bare-bottomed discipline if we find it necessary.”
“Yes, Miss Davenport,” replied the grinning Pammy. “I’ll make sure Nicky behaves like a good little girl.
“Very well, then. Off to lunch now, class.”
As the energized students filed out of the classroom, Pammy Gardinstock sidled up to Nicky Baldini in the hallway. “I’m really looking forward to bonding with you during the lunch hour, Nicky,” she giggled.
Nicky wanted to whack her with the stupid sign she was carrying. “I’ll get you back for this, Gardinstock,” she warned.
“Well, whatever you have in mind can’t be nearly as delicious as watching you laid out over Miss Davenport’s lap with your big naked ass on display for everyone.” She paused and giggled to herself. “The snobby bitch is finally getting her just desserts,” she said merrily as they entered the cafeteria.
Suffice to say, Nicky had quite the miserable lunch hour. She sat nervously, nibbling at her sandwich but unable to eat even half of it. After exactly fifteen minutes, Pammy Gardinstock rousted her from her seat and began parading her throughout the cafeteria and the courtyard. She was forced to hold her sign, and of course she was deluged with, “Tell me about your bare-bottomed spanking.” Nicky dutifully responded ad nauseam. The phrases “naughty little girl” and “spanking my bare bottom” would be embedded in her brain forever.
Back in the classroom, the hour between one and two o’clock was agonizing for Nicky Baldini. She would look up at the clock constantly as she wallowed in her torment. Her dread of the two o’clock hour increased by the minute, and when the minute hand was straight up she was actually sweating and short of breath. She looked at Miss Davenport apprehensively. Her teacher seemed to ignore the time and continued the geometry lesson. Nicky had a feeling of hope, that just maybe she would let the dreaded spanking slide; that her teacher understood that the anxiety she had experienced over the last three and one-half hours was punishment enough. There was a sense of disappointment amongst most of her classmates, especially on the part of Pammy Gardinstock.
It was exactly 2:06 when Miss Davenport set her geometry book down on her desk and picked up her wooden chair. She set it down in the center of the room in front of the rows of students and sat down. No one could remember the chair ever being moved from her desk. It could only be for one purpose. Many of the students eagerly sat up in their seats. As for Nicky Baldini, it felt to her as if she had been kicked in the stomach.
“Miss Baldini,” came the fateful words from the mouth of Miss Davenport. “I’d like you to remove your shoes and socks and come up here, please.”
While the other students were fascinated with the turn of events, Nicky was bewildered and a bit unnerved. “Miss Davenport,” she said while demonstratively holding her hands out to her sides. “Why…why do I have to take my shoes off?”
“I said your shoes AND your socks. And I really don’t think you are in a position to be questioning me, Miss Baldini. You are about to have your bare bottom spanked in front of all your girlfriends. Judging by the looks on their faces, they are quite thrilled at the prospect. If necessary, I will take advantage of their eagerness and we can turn your spanking into a group participation event.” She paused to take in Nicky’s wide-eyed expression. “I have a feeling you would rather avoid that, Miss Baldini. Am I right?”
Amidst the giggling, Nicky, without answering, bent down and untied her shoes. She felt her face flush as she removed her socks and placed them inside her shoes. She rose to her feet and shuddered as her bare feet hit the cool parquet floor. Taking a deep breath and staring straight ahead, she strode to the front of the room and stood in front of Miss Davenport.
“Very well then,” said Miss Davenport, as she looked her nervous victim up and down. “Let’s get you ready.” She paused, and Nicky felt herself quiver. Her anxiety level was high, but she had given herself somewhat of a pep talk, trying to assure herself that she wouldn’t fall apart. She would be very stoic, lay herself over Miss Davenport’s lap, have her skirt pulled up and panties pulled down, and then brace herself for the spanking. She would make no noise, and try her best not to blush. No, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing Nicky Baldini humbled. It would soon be over and she’d pull up her panties, hold her chin up high and walk back to her desk. It would be unpleasant, to be sure, but she convinced herself that she could handle it and be able to move on.
But the next words out of her teacher’s mouth threw her for a major loop.
“You can start by taking your blouse off,” she said. Nicky’s jaw dropped. Surely she couldn’t be serious. Why would she need to take her blouse off for a spanking?
“No arguments, please, Miss Baldini. You are being disciplined for a despicable act, and you are to do exactly as I say. Now please remove your blouse without another word.”
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