Principal Substitute The moment I woke up, I knew this day was going to be different. The Sun was shining brightly, and the air was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Such weather is rare for February in northern Oregon. After breakfast and chores I grabbed my books and walked to school. Our small town had just one school consisting of four classrooms. Each class had three grades 1-3, 4-6, 7-9, and 10-12. I am in the ninth grade. As I entered the classroom, I became more certain than ever that today was going to be different. In place of Mr. Rose, our regular teacher, was a substitute teacher, a female substitute teacher! What could the principal be thinking? It was all that Mr. Rose could do to keep the 30 students in our class in line, and that only with frequent use of the birch rod hung ceremoniously in the front of the room. Actually, I am exagerating a little. The rod was used sparingly, only after class or at lunch, and only on the worst offenders. I had never suffered this fate myself. Our substitute Mrs. Walker almost immediately lost control of the class. Every time she turned her back, a dozen spitballs filled the air. Notes were freely passed around, many featured an unflattering likeness of our temporary teacher. Mrs. Walker, visably upset, tried to regain control by alternatively threatening us and begging us to be good, but to no avail. When a rather juicy spitball careened off the back of her head, and then the class roared with laughter, Mrs. Walker quickly left the room. I couldn't believe what was happening. We actually drove our teacher out! Mass chaos ensued. Before it was over, many desks and their inkwells were spilled. Nothing remained on the walls. Every student was covered with chalkdust or ink, or both. And the peals of laughter and screaming were ear-shattering. And then, all at once there was silence as Mrs. Walker reentered the room with the principal. "Who is responsible for this?", boomed Mr. Spencer, who at 6'4" was an imposing figure. Silence. Desks were quickly righted, and everyone sat down, trying to look angelic. "I want everyone who participated in this (pause) riot to immediately stand up", said the principal. For a moment, no one moved. Then my best friend Jimmy stood up, followed by William, and John. I felt my legs moving. I was joined by three other boys. After another long pause, I looked around and saw the entire 9th grade class of boys and 3 8th graders standing, and no girls! Typical. When I stood up, I assumed that the entire class was going to admit guilt, thereby saving all of us from a beating. My heart sank as I looked around, I only hoped he wouldn't use his whip. Mrs. Walker and the principal exchanged a brief whispered conversation as I continued to stand, my legs growing weak. "Mrs. Walker tells me that more of you than those now standing participated in this melee. Does anyone else want to stand?". No one else stood. I would have sat down myself if it were possible! "OK", said the principal. "I want to congratulate those standing for your courage, and for admitting your guilt. Your punishment will be 5 demerits each". I heaved a great sigh of relief as Mr. Spencer continued. "As for the rest of you, I know that all of you contributed to this mess, and I am very disappointed that you don't have the guts to admit your guilt, and since I can't very well spank all of you, I have decided to spank the 9th grade girls class for your acts". Everyone gasped at this last statement. Julia, Nancy, and Jennifer, the '9th grade girls class' had a look of total shock on their faces. Julia started to cry. "The rest of you, other than those standing, will each get 15 demerits, and you will have to clean up this mess. Also, you will have to witness these girls being punished (pause) for you." "Julia, come up here", said the principal. The girls were going to be spanked in front of us! Incredible! This day was definitely going to be different. Julia cried harder as the principal put her in position. "Bend over this desk and lift your skirt". The rod was removed from the wall. Julia cried out as the principal practiced swishing the rod. The shape of Julia's pretty bottom was plainly visible as the act of bending over pulled her bloomers tight. "Swwiiiissshhh, CRACK", the rod struck Julia in the middle of her bottom with terrible force. Julia screamed in pain as we watched in horrified excitement. "Swwiiiissshhh, CRACK", the rod struck again. Nancy and Jennifer were crying almost as hard as Julia, knowing their turn was next. "Swwiiissshhh, CRACK" "Swwiiissshhh, CRACK" "Swwiissshhh, CRACK", the last blow landed. Julia screamed after each stroke and was crying hysterically after five. She slowly walked back to her desk, and gingerly sat down, her shame complete. "Nancy, you are next". Nancy slowly walked up to the desk, and without being told, bent over and raised her skirt. I was stunned by this entire scene. Nancy, of all the students in the class, was least guilty of participating in the uprising. In fact, she had tried to stop it, without success. "Please don't whip me, I didn't do anything wrong", pleaded Nancy to no avail.. I really felt for her at this moment, softly crying and innocent with her cute bottom awaiting the terrible punishment. The principal brought the rod up and strided into Nancy. "Swwissshhh, CRACK", went the rod, the end biting poor Nancy's behind. Nancy screamed. "CRACK" "CRACK" "CRACK" "CRACK" Nancy tried to get up from the desk, her punishment complete, but our principal pushed her back down. "For again denying guilt, you get an extra stroke Nancy", and with this, he pulled her underwear down, revealing the most beautiful girl's bottom I had ever seen (It was also the *only* girl's bottom I had ever seen!). I felt my penis grow instantly rigid. Nancy's bottom was already well whipped, her flesh marred by 5 perfect weals across both buttocks. Blisters occupied the ends of these weals. In my life, I am not sure I had ever been whipped so severely. Nancy was in total shock as my principal again raised the rod and brought it down incredibly hard. "CRACK". Nancy screamed and a fresh weal instantly appeared and darkened before our eyes. The girl was in so much pain that she had to be helped off the desk. Still shaken, and crying hard, she slowly raised her underwear and stumbled back to her desk, oblivious of the incredible view she was giving us of her lovely body. Jennifer's whipping would have been anticlimactic after this scene, had she not been the prettiest girl in school. I had secretly loved her for years, and now my love was to be publicly flogged! However, my hardness scarcely diminished. Her bottom, her beautiful, round, lovely bottom was now perfectly outlined by her tight bloomers. How I wish this view could have lasted forever. "Swwwiiiissshhh, CRACK", and Jennifer, my love, howled. "CRACK" "CRACK" , her legs bicycled as the rod whipped her bottom. "CRACK", and Jennifer was screaming and crying pitiously. The principal, knowing this was the last stroke of the "class" punishment backed up a half step to increase his stride toward Jennifer. He wound up, strided forward and lashed furiously at Jennifer's barely protected bottom. "Swwwwiiiiiiisssssshhhhhhh CRRRACK". Jennifer's body went rigid and then limp over the desk as she let out an excruciating scream, that may still ring in that classroom. She slowly got up and walked back to her desk, her face wet with tears. The other students quickly began repairing our classroom before our principal changed his mind about spanking everyone. This day certainly turned out to be different.