Study Hall SpankingI was in the 7th grade. In my town 7th, 8th, and 9th grade was middle school. Grade school was kindergarten to 6th grade. But we called middle school Junior High School in Bloomington, IL. So that is the start. It all was scarry at first. All I really wanted to do is be like it was in grade school. Just go to one class and be safe. In Jr. High we went from class to class and mingled with lots of kids I didn't know. One of the things that got me was that of all the kids I went to grade school with, not one of them was any of my clases. Now how could that be? Besides homeroom my classes were English, Math, Social Studies, and then study hall. My Social Studies class was split with lunch in the middle. After Social Studies was the study hall class. It was a huge class with something like 50 kids in it. Mr. Green was a short puggy History teacher. All the classes ecept Social Studies was 50 minutes long.
Now to the event. I have been spanked several times in grade school. So spanking in school was not new to me. Basically, I was a good girl. So on this day I really was trying to be good. School had been just a few weeks into the school year when this happened. I sat about two-thirds along the first isle. One of the cool kids sat in front of me but I really didn't pay him much mind. Ok now, it was a hot day. In Bloomington that pretty much was how it was like in September. And of course the school was not air conditioned so it was hot in the class room. I got there just as the bell rang and Mr. Green, remember he was the study hall teacher, was not there yet. It seemed to me that it was one big party. Kids were out of their chairs talking and running about. It was just a big chaotic scene. All I could think about was that the teacher would come in and give the whole class a detention.
I don't know why I did this, but I started feeling that everyone should just sit down and get to studying. So I went around to the kdis I knew and tried to get them to be quite. But the more I tried the louder it seemed it got. So in my walking about I soon wound up at the door way. So just as I peeked my head into the hall I say Mr. Green coming around the corner toward the class room. I quickly turned around and made it back to my desk as fast as I could get there yelling out that Mr. Green was coming. Now that did it for the class. There was a mad dash for everyone to get to their seats and start appearing to be studding.
It seemed that things were undercontroll. It was dead quiet. I was starting my work when Mr. Green grabbed my upper arm and dragged me out of my seat. I was so scarred. It was mad like nothing I knew about. He lead me to the back of the room into the storage room. Not all classrooms had a storage room, but this one did. The classroom was huge and this storage room was good size too. As he pulled me into the room I saw that it was filled with extra desks and unused filling cabinets.
At this time Mr. Green started yelling at me that he would not be spied on. He thought I was stationed at the door way as a lookout while the rest of kids played or whatever theyt were doing. But this was not true at all. But I was just scarred to death of this man. I wasn't much more than about 5 foot 3 and he towered above me. Looking down at me that he would not stand for this kind of behavior. I was there to study and nothing else. I was to come to study hall and sit at my desk. No reason for me to be in the doorway. He just got louder and meaner. But I was thinking that he was just going to yell for awhile and send me back to my seat. I was dreading that he might give me a detention which was what I was trying to avoid.
A detention was not on his mind at all. To my horror he turned me roughly around and pushed me over and to keep from falling on my face I placed my hands on this low two drawer filing cabinet. He pushed me further and I was laying over the top. It wasn't all that comfortable as it was metal and all. All this happened quickly and the nest thing was he pulled my dress up past my wast showing off my panties. I could feel the blood rushing to my fase in embarrasment. Then my mind went wild telling myself that I was about to be spanked. In a flash I realized that the class could most likely hear all that was going on in here. That was my thoughts just before this paddle came smashing on my fanny. All thoughts of the class room were out of my head. Only the stinging feeling of that paddle on my bottom was on my mind. There was a moment that I thought Mr. Green would slide my panties down. Instead he landed a might swat with his paddle. I didn't even see him holding it. It was just his ugly mouth that I was gazing at as he scolded me. He finished me with about ten good swats with that paddle. I was doing everything I could to keep from screeching out and crying. If he had landed one more swat to my fanny I would have given in. But he stopped and turned me around and told me that if I acted up again he would give me another spanking that I would not soon forget. Believe me I would never forget this one. My bottom was stinging as he did not hold anything back with his swats. I could feel my eyes feeling up with tears but none dripped.
As I sat back down at my desk the kid in front turned around and told me he would never put up that. If he tried to paddle him he would pop him in the chops. All talk as far as I was concerned. I just put my head down on my desk and hoped no one made anything of this. I just wanted to forget it ever happened. My last hope was that this wouldn't go any further so that my parents never found out about it. A spanking at school would get me a spanking at home as well. They never found out about this.
MaryJoAZ 22-25, F 26 Responses 19 Aug 20, 2012