"Jamie" Dedicated to J.M. "What do you have to say for yourself, Jamie?" Her mind raced. She couldn't believe that she had gotten herself into this situation. After all, she was the stereotypical "good kid"; she was an honors student, had never gotten into trouble of any kind at school before, and was well-liked by her teachers and friends. While grasping for some sort of reasonable explanation, she recounted what had happened. The day had started out normal enough. She had gotten up at 6:00am precisely, taken a shower and eaten, and was dressed and ready to go by around 7:00. The bus picked her up at 7:15, so that left some time to have a brief phone conversation with her friend Kim. Kim had convinced her to skip the bus and ride in to the city with her and a few friends. "I've got a surprise for you! I'll pick you up at your house at 7:30", Kim had said. "But it'll take us a half hour to get to school, and the first bell is at 8:10! What if we're late?", Jamie argued. This was a perfectly reasonable argument, since traffic going into the downtown area could be heavy during rush hour, and their school was only 5 miles from the tunnel into the city. However, as usual, Kim was able to calm her fears and convince her that there would be no problems. Now, before we get any further into this story, let me give you a little bit of background information. Jamie is a 16 year old high school student at a small Catholic high school just south of Pittsburgh, PA. Kim is her best friend, and has gone to school with her since the first grade. Kim is the older of the two at age 17, and is a friendly, outgoing girl, while Jamie is rather shy and quiet. Jamie is about 5'8" tall with slightly wavy, shoulder-length light-brown hair and a very well proportioned body and a beautiful face, and is often seen blushing from the constant attention she receives from the male population of her school. Jamie comes from a strict Catholic family that only started to allow her to date on her 16th birthday, which was less than a month ago; and she hasn't yet decided who she wants to go out with. Kim, on the other hand, is a tall blonde, almost 6 feet tall, with very non-restrictive parents. Kim started dating at age 15, and is not shy about her good looks; she loves to get attention, and knows how to get what she wants from men. At 7:40, Kim showed up at Jamie's house. Immediately, Jamie ran out to her friend's car and jumped in, and almost frantically asked, "what are you DOING? We're going to be late!" Kim said, "don't worry about it! That's the surprise! We're not going to school today." Seeing the stunned look on Jamie's face, Kim continued: "Relax. Everything's ok. You'll never believe this, but I actually managed to get us tickets to the sold-out Rush show!" "You're crazy! How are we ever going to go to a concert downtown on a school day without getting caught?!", Jamie said. Kim's response was, "Remember Karen? The new receptionist? Well, she owes a friend of mine a favor. She told the principal that both of our parents called in sick for us." This didn't really surprise Jamie that much, since most of Kim's friends were older and the new receptionist was young, no older than 25. Still, any kind of blemish on Jamie's perfect record would lower her chances of getting into an Ivy-League school, and her parents would.. well.. she didn't even want to think about that. However, they had been sitting there for several minutes already, and there was no chance of her making it to school on time to tell them it was a mistake; and besides, she really did want to go to the concert. So Jamie agreed, and the two girls hopped on I-79 and drove towards the city. As they crossed the bridge into the downtown area, Kim again marveled at the beauty of the city before them; after spending over an hour to drive from her home in Houston to the city, they had finally come to a tunnel, and upon exiting the tunnel, there it was. A bridge over a river; water under them to either side; and in front of them, huge buildings and the heart of the downtown area. She was shaken out of her thoughts, however, by Kim's voice. "Hey, want to grab a bite to eat? We can go to the McDonald's downtown." "Well, I don't know... my mother works at the Civic Arena, and it's less than two miles from the McDonald's, are you sure we won't get caught?" "Of course we won't get caught, silly. Your mother always eats breakfast at home, why would she be there at this hour?" Again Kim won the argument. At almost 9:00 in the morning, they arrived at the McDonald's and entered. It was a neat place; a fast-food restaurant built into a row of huge buildings in the heart of the city. The two girls walked into the restaurant, laughing and talking about how much fun they were about to have. They both froze in their tracks, however, when they saw Jamie's mother sitting at a table up near the front drinking coffee with Kim's mother. They were speechless. How could this happen? Jamie's mother took over immediately. "What on earth are you girls doing here at this hour on a school day?" Kim tried to talk her way out of it, but neither parent would listen to her. Finally, Jamie told them the truth. Upon hearing of their plans to skip school, Jamie's mother said, "You girls are old enough to know better than to do something like this. Don't you care at all about your education? I think the best thing for us to do is to take you two to school right now and explain this to Mr. Davis." Jamie gasped and said, "no, mom! I'm sorry! Please, anything but that!" Her mother, however, was unmoved. "I'm sorry, honey, but that's what I have to do. Kim's father can take the car home after work today, and I'd imagine that Kim won't be driving it for a while after this. Then again, I'd also imagine that she won't be sitting down at all for a while after tonight; you certainly won't." "Well?" The principal's stern voice brought Jamie back from her thoughts, back to the serious situation she was facing. "I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have skipped school today." "Apology accepted. However, I'm afraid that under school policies, I have no alternative but to punish you for your bad decision this morning. Because of your past record with us, and your decision to tell us the truth, I will not leave any record of this in our files; however, you will be punished immediately and severely for your actions. Since this was a special situation, I have received your mother's written permission to give you a paddling." Jamie's stomach turned. She opened her mouth and almost tried to defend herself, tried to get the principal to change his decision; but she knew that there was nothing she could do at this point. Mr. Davis closed the blinds on the window behind his large metal desk and locked his office door. "Jamie, please step to the side of my desk and bend over it as far as possible." She did as she was told, shaking at this point. The principal rolled up his sleeves and pulled a short wooden paddle out of his bottom desk drawer. He then stepped behind her, lifted her skirt out of the way, and said, "You will receive ten smacks with the paddle on your underwear, followed by fifteen on the bare. Please count each one aloud." It didn't take long for the paddle to land on her bottom the first time. It felt like her rear end had been lit on fire. She didn't believe that anybody could swing a paddle that hard. The crack from the first hit had sounded like a quick burst of thunder. She grimaced and rolled up on the balls of her feet. "O-One", she gasped. He followed with another one, just as hard, and she again rolled up on her feet, and whimpered, "two". And so it continued until he reached the count of ten. After ten, he paused for a moment. She had forgotten about the fifteen to follow, and started to get up, but he quickly reminded her: "Don't get up yet. Your punishment has just started. Pull your panties down and bend back over." "But I've been punished enough! It _hurts_! Please!", she pleaded. "I'm sorry, Jamie, but I want to make sure you'll remember this and it will never happen again. Now, please do as I have asked, or I'll be forced to add on five more." She quickly but carefully pulled her panties down to her knees and bent back over. "Please remember to count them out loud, Jamie," Mr. Davis reminded her. Then he swung again. She cried out. That one had felt like a thousand bee stings on her bare behind! "one", she cried. The next ten came hard and fast; she jumped a little bit after each one, and tears were flowing down here face when he came to number twelve. "Only four more to go, Jamie. Please remember that I am only doing this for your own good, and I only want you to be the best young lady that you can be." With that, he delivered the final four to her burning behind.