Texas Toast (Part 2)

    When Principal Ferguson’s secretary, Molly, saw Belinda walk into the office, she expected to hear her complain about something. She was always finding new things to complain about at the school. Today was no different. “Molly, I need you to call whoever is in charge of school maintenance here, and tell them to fix the thermostat in my classroom. I’ve been freezing my ass off all morning.”

     Molly chuckled, “Don’t worry. You won’t have that problem when you return to your classroom.” Belinda was about to ask her what she meant by that remark, when Molly’s desk intercom buzzed. “Molly, is that Belinda’s German accent I hear out there? Please send her right on in.” 

   Belinda walked through the door, into Rachael’s office, wondering what Molly was giggling about. She was surprised to see Rachael’s shiny jet black paddle laying on her desk. She imagined it was still warm, after the fire it started on Maria’s naughty ass.

   Rachael beckoned towards a chair in front of her desk, “Please sit down. Belinda, I know as a substitute teacher, you’re sometimes asked to teach a subject you’re not an expert in. I know you were an art major in college, but today you’re filling in for Mr. Fox, our geography teacher. How much do you know about that subject? Do you know the capitals of all of the American states?”

    Belinda hated when Americans assumed they were smarter than she was. She WAS educated in Europe, after all. “Of course, I do”, Belinda said defiantly.

    “What’s the capital of New York?” Rachael asked. 

      Belinda laughed, “ That’s funny. I just gave a pop quiz on that subject, and one of my students called me a lair when I said it was New York City. That stupid brat thought it was Albany. I paddled her for being so rude to me and trying to embarrass me in front of my class. I bet she’ll never do that again. I lit her ass up.”

    Rachael’s eyes burned hatefully for a second, before she handed Belinda a sheet of paper. “I printed this out to show you. It’s a list of all fifty states and their capitals. Please read out loud the one I circled in red.”

     “The capital of New York is … what? Tammy WAS right. It IS Albany? I’ll apologize to her when I return to class. But NOT for paddling her. She deserved that for calling me a liar and trying to disrespect me.”, Belinda hated being embarrassed. Especially by stupid American teenagers.

      “I talked to Tammy during lunch. And to some of her classmates. She never called you a liar, she merely tried to correct you. And she wasn’t rude or hatefully to you either. Besides, if you did have a justifiable reason to punish Tammy, did you check first to see if you had her parent’s permission to do so?”

    “Her parent’s permission? I never needed that at any of the other schools I’ve taught at here in Texas.” Belinda answered, not liking the direction this conversation was headed in. 

     “Well, you do in this county. And I know Tammy’s parents didn’t give this school permission to use corporal punishment, if she misbehaved. Tammy, that girl you called a stupid brat is MY daughter.”, Rachael said, daggers flying from her eyes towards Belinda. 

      Belinda felt trapped, in a web she had weaved, “YOUR daughter? But her last name is Taylor.” 

     Rachael explained, “ When I divorced Tammy’s father, I reclaimed my maiden name, Ferguson. Tammy wanted to keep her father’s last name, Taylor.”

    Belinda turned a whiter shade of pale. “I’m so sorry. But why didn’t Tammy tell me I didn’t have permission to paddle her?” 

     “We may have different last names, but all of the students here knows she’s my daughter. She didn’t want the students here to think she got special treatment, just because her mother is the principal. Besides, it wasn’t her place to tell you that. It’s YOUR responsibility to check to see if you have a parent’s permission BEFORE you paddle a student. You can be fired for that AND lose your teaching license.”

      Belinda began to cry, “That’s horrible. I love teaching.” 

     Rachael patted Belinda on her shoulder, “ Now, now, Belinda. I didn’t say that was going to happen. Yes, what you did was wrong, and you DO deserve to be punished for that. But I talked this over with my daughter, and … well, have you ever heard the Bible quote, ‘an eye for an eye’?”

     Belinda was confused by that remark, “Yes, but what does that … oh…NO!” It suddenly dawned on her what Rachael was implying, her blue eyes going wide, “ You surely don’t mean you want to … PADDLE me, do you? I’m a grown woman!”

     “It’s YOUR choice, Belinda, I can report what you just did to the school board, or you can give me permission to paddle you, with the SAME paddle you paddled MY daughter with. Of course, as you just said, you ARE a grown woman, so your punishment will be a little harsher. Instead of the three swats you gave my daughter, you’re to receive TWELVE swats. On your bare bottom.”

    Belinda felt a  chill run down her spine, as she stared at the paddle she still held in her shaking hand. Looking fearfully at the two rows of holes the shop teacher had drilled down it’s hilt for her. She had heard holes like that will produce blisters on contact. Was she about to find out if that was a myth or not? That idea caused her legs to begin to shake, but she knew the dreaded choice she had to make. She handed her paddle to Rachael. 

     “I think you’re making the right choice.”,  Rachael said, pointing at her desk with Belinda’s beloved paddle. “Bare your bottom and bend over, Belinda.”

 

    Molly sat comfortably at her desk, something she knew Belinda wouldn’t be able to do for the rest of the week, listening to Rachael’s paddle crashing like righteous thunder into the bawling blonde’s bare bottom. She wished she had been allowed to watch Rachael blister Belinda’s big butt, like she was required to do, when Rachael punished a student. Molly didn’t like Belinda. No one at the school did. She was always complaining about how much she hated Texas, how stupid American teenagers were, how EVERYTHING was better in Europe. Well, here was something else she could hate about Texas. That time a red headed Texan tore her ass up.

    Molly was smiling like the Cheshire Cat, listening to Belinda squeal, but when she saw her emerge from Rachael’s office, tears flowing like a waterfall from her ice blue eyes, moaning pitifully, her tiny hands tenderly massaging her bottom, Molly knew from personal experience, must be burning like a bonfire on Guy Fawkes Day, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She knew exactly how she felt. Rachael had caught Molly sneaking a smoke last year, after hours but still on school grounds, and had offered her the same deal she offered Belinda, getting fired or agreeing to a bare bottom paddling, and then wasn’t allowed to go home, until she sat, with her bottom still bare on a hard wooden stool and write “I’ll never smoke on school property again.” two hundred times. After that long almost unbearably painful night, Molly had never touched another cigarette.

     Molly gave Belinda a hug and a tissue, and then going to her mini-fridge, she handed her an ice pack. Molly had never been paddled by Rachael again, THANK GOD, but if she made some major mistake at work, Rachael would take her across her knee, and spank her bare bottom with her hand. Not nearly as bad as a paddling, but those spankings always sat Molly’s ass on fire. Which is why she always kept a few ice packs in her refrigerator.

    Outside Rachael’s office, Maria, the dark haired beauty she had paddled earlier, stood in the hallway, transfixed by what she had just heard. Leaving the girl’s room, she had heard what clearly sounded like someone else being paddled. And the person being punished, begging for mercy, sounded like she had a GERMAN accent! Could that substitute teacher all of the students hated ACTUALLY be getting paddled? At least, a DOZEN times? OWIE! Maria’s butt was boiling after just FOUR swats, if that was the teacher she had just seen in the hallway earlier, getting her rear roasted, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week and a half. Seeing the doorknob to Principal Ferguson’s office turning, Maria quickly ducked back into the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack, so she could see who left the principal’s office. It WAS that blonde bitch, MISS KRÜGER! Watching her walk down the hallway, with her paddle in one hand, her other hand rubbing an ice pack across the seat of her tight blue jeans. Maria whipped out her phone, and recorded her. Maria was friends with a lot of the students Belinda had paddled, her boyfriend, Roberto, was currently in class sitting on a badly bruised bottom thanks to her. They was all going to love watching this video.

     Belinda stopped by the teacher’s lounge on her way back to class, to repair her makeup and to get a glimpse of the damage Rachael had done to her poor, suffering bottom. Looking in the mirror, she shouted, “MEIN GOTT!”, shocked to see her aching ass was fifty shades of red, with blackish bruises beginning to form in the centre of each of swollen butt cheeks, a smattering of blisters rising like tiny bubbles out of a sea of red hot lava. Holding her ice pack gingerly against her scorched flesh, did help to soothe the fires raging back there, but not enough to extinguish them. She wished she could spend the rest of the day in the lounge, but Rachael had commanded her to return immediately to class. She hated to leave a students unsupervised for very long. Struggling to pull her tight jeans back up over her badly swollen posterior, Belinda picked up her paddle and headed back to class.