Lisa's pov

Finally, the last class of the day. It hasn't been a great day having to sit through all my classes on a very sore behind. Shane's punishment certainly left a lasting impression and it's all thanks to this guy. I skate into Mr. Kemp's class just after the bell. Shit, I'm late again and I already have an after school detention with this jackass today.

"You're late, Lisa, and you have a referral to the dean's office," Mr. Kemp says, handing me the green referral sheet.

"You want me to go now?" I ask.

"Yes, Lisa, Dean Banfeld is expecting you."

I roll my eyes at Mr. Kemp and exhale loudly as I exit his class and head down to Dean Banfeld's office. I decide to take my time as I'm in no rush to have Dean Banfeld punish me. I stop at my locker, the bathroom, and the water fountain. I take the longest possible path to get there. After wasting fourteen minutes en route, I finally arrive at his office. I hand the secretary my referral slip and gingerly take a seat outside his office as I wait for him to call me in.

Approximately six minutes later, he ushers me into his office. I enter slowly. Dean Banfeld scares me. He's really intimidating and Julie and Stacey have both told me he paddles extremely hard.

"Sit down, Lisa," he says coldly, as he reads my referral slip.

Hopefully he didn't notice me wince as I take my seat across from his desk.

"According to Mr. Kemp, you've been late to his class three times and you were disrespectful. Is this accurate?"

Technically I've been late four times counting today but Mr. Kemp had my referral typed up before I even got to class so Dean Banfeld doesn't need to know that. Fuck, I know he's going to paddle me and it's going to hurt like hell on my recently belted behind.

"Yes sir," I reply timidly.

"Do you know what the punishment is for three tardies and disrespecting a teacher, Lisa?"

"No sir."

"You should, Lisa, because that information is in the student handbook you received on the first day of school. The same handbook you acknowledged receiving and reading with your signature on the second day of school."

Dean Banfeld slaps a copy of the student handbook on his desk in front of me.

"Read the third, fourth and eighth paragraphs on page twelve aloud please, Lisa."

"TARDIES: 1st offense: Warning. 2nd offense: after school detention. 3rd and any subsequent offenses: corporal punishment ten strokes. Tardy defined as arriving to class after class time has begun up to ten minutes into class. If arrival is after the first ten minutes, student will be considered absent.

DISRUPTIVE BEHAVIOR: Failing to follow classroom rules and/or disrupting the educational environment: 1st Offense: Detention; 2nd and/or subsequent offenses: corporal punishment at the discretion of the dean.

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT: Corporal Punishment may only be given to a student who has a "Parental Consent to Administer Corporal Punishment" form signed by the student's parent/guardian on file in the dean's office. Swats will be given by the dean or other faculty in a school office. The swats will be given with reasonable force with a wooden paddle on the buttocks of the student."

I gulp upon finishing my reading assignment and look up at Dean Banfeld with pleading eyes.

Dean Banfeld in response opens his bottom desk drawer and removes a very unforgiving sturdy wooden paddle, not as fierce as Dr. Curtis's paddle but still quite intimidating.

"You're receiving twenty strokes with the paddle, Lisa, for tardiness and disruptive behavior. Bend over my desk and assume the position."

Despite my best intentions to display a brave front, the tears welling in my eyes betray me. I'm scared to death of how painful this paddling will be, especially on top of the punishment Shane doled out last night.

Sensing my trepidation, Dean Banfeld gently places his left hand on my back as I bend over his desk.

"I know this is your first time being paddled in my office, Lisa, and you're probably quite nervous now, anticipating your punishment. There are three conditions you need to understand before I begin. One, your recent behavior has warranted this discipline. Two, for your own safety you will remain in position bent over the desk, arms outstretched in front of you with palms facing down and legs straight, feet on the floor for the entirety of your punishment. Failure to do so will be construed as refusal to accept discipline and will result in immediate suspension. Three, I'm not a cruel man. I never discipline out of anger and I will never administer more punishment than you can tolerate. Do you understand these three conditions I've outlined for you, Lisa?"

"Yes sir, I understand." Even though this punishment will be painful, I now know that Dean Banfeld won't be cruel or excessive in his discipline and that helps put my mind at ease.

"Alright, Lisa, I'm ready to begin."

I inhale sharply in anticipation of the first stroke. I hear the whoosh of the paddle before I feel the swat connect harshly with my behind.

SMACK.

I wince at the pain the paddle brings upon my bottom which is still red and sore from the belting I received yesterday.

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

I bite my tongue to keep from vocalizing my discomfort.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

I try to manipulate my breathing to distract me from the burning pain on my backside as those previous three strokes hit a spot on my behind already bruised by Shane's belt.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

It's not working. I start to shift uncomfortably without moving out of position so Dean Banfeld doesn't stop the paddling and suspend me.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

I can't prevent an angry hiss from escaping my lips as those last three strokes hit the crease between buttock and thigh. Dean Banfeld gently and reassuringly pats my back with his left hand before continuing.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

It hurts so bad. As I shift uncomfortably again, I can feel the back of my shirt ride up a little underneath Dean Banfeld's left hand. I hear him breathe in sharply and feel his body tense up.

Dean Banfeld's pov

As Lisa shifts position, I see a red welt revealed on her lower back as her shirt rides up a few inches above her waist. I immediately tense up with anger. I know that mark isn't from the paddle. It most likely was from a belt. I know Shane and Mike use spanking as a disciplinary tool, that's not why I am upset. I'm angry because I have a sinking feeling I'm partly responsible for the most recent punishment Lisa most likely received from Admiral Donovan.

I quickly deliver the last four strokes of Lisa's paddling so I can confirm my suspicions.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

"You may stand now, Lisa, your punishment is over." I feel a pang of remorse seeing the tears run down her cheeks, knowing this paddling on top of a spanking must have been extremely painful for her. I'm proud of how well she handled it. "Lisa, you may get a hall pass from the secretary and take a five minute bathroom break before you head back to class."

"Thank you, sir," she says, sniffling and rubbing her bottom as her breath hitches.

As soon as she leaves my office, I buzz my secretary.

"Pamela, I want Dick Kemp in my office the minute his class ends." I want to have a word with that son of a bitch, several words actually.

"I'll let him know, sir," Pamela replies. A few minutes later, she buzzes back. "Mr. Kemp says he has a student in detention after class, sir, but he'll come straight down afterwards."

"Thank you, Pamela."

About an hour later, she buzzes me that Dick Kemp is here.

"Send him in."

"What's going on, Jim? Why did you summon me to your office?" Dick asks.

I close my office door after informing Pamela I don't want to be disturbed.

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT THIS IS ABOUT, DICK!"

"What are you so upset about, Jim?"

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME PLAY THE BAD GUY AGAIN! You stood here just yesterday asking me for information on the guardian of two of your students. One of whom, you sent to my office today with a referral. After I told you how strict Admiral Donovan is with the girls because of his military background, you made sure to call him and inform him of everything you wrote on Lisa's referral, knowing damn well he would punish her severely. Didn't you? Then you send her to me the next day to be paddled for the same infractions. WHAT KIND OF A MONSTER ARE YOU? YOU SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH."

I'm so furious at him right now for using the information I gave him about Admiral Donovan against me. He purposefully did this to piss me off. He knows I voted against him attaining tenure. That prick wanted to upset me and he used an innocent child in the process. I would love to see his sorry ass get fired but that's not going to happen unless his bid for tenure is turned down.

"I was simply keeping the lines of communication open with the guardian of one of my students. I believe that's part of my job, Jim. You're not seriously suggesting a guardian doesn't have the right to know about his charge's behavior, are you?"

I would love to wipe that smug grin off his fucking, pompous face but I know he'd have me arrested for battery.

"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again you spineless coward. Do you understand me?"

"Relax, Jim, it's not that big of a deal."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!" GODDAMN, I cannot stomach that man! I'm going to see to it that asshole gets fired, if it's the last thing I do.