Betty Busted For Stealing Part 2
Fifteen minutes later, Gretchen returned with Coach Daniels. When they entered the office they saw Betty standing with her nosed pressed against the wall.
“Thank you so much for coming, Coach Daniels.”
“What’s the problem, Ms. Taylor?”
“Come over here, young lady.” Ms. Taylor ordered Betty from her desk.
Betty removed her nose from the wall letting the penny to drop in the palm of her hand and then she turned and walked over and stood in front of the coach.
“Well Coach, Miss Blaze has been caught stealing money from the petty cash box and this isn’t the first time. A month ago she received three swats for the same thing. She obviously hasn’t quite learned her lesson. I thought you could give it a go and really drive home the message.” Ms. Taylor said sternly as she stood behind her desk with her hands on her hips.
“Why did you take the money, Miss Blaze?” The coach asked.
“I don’t know, sir.” She trembled mildly and her voice quaked a little as she stood before the coach.
Coach Daniels was an imposing figure standing at 6’4” and weighing 250 pounds of all muscle. He loved using the paddle and took great joy in inflicting severe pain on the students, especially the girls. Just the thought of being paddled by this man would make most of the girls break down and cry.
“Betty, I know for a fact that your parents are pretty well off financially and that you get all and probably more than you ever need or want. My guess is that you steal just because you think you can get away with it. Well, that’s not gonna fly here, young lady. That money belongs to the school, not to you. You’ve earned yourself another paddlin’, girl.” The coach said.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I promise I won’t do it again.” She offered in her most apologetic and pleadful tone
Ms. Taylor turned to the back wall and removed her paddle from its hook. The laminated maple blade was roughly a half-inch thick, six inches wide and twenty two-inches in length. The gentle curve of its blade and the three rows of dime-sized holes running down its center were both clearly intended to enhance the intensity of its bite.
Miss Blaze, for the second offense of stealing money from the school and lying about it both times, you’re going to receive six swats, which is the maximum number allowed by the district in a single day. Additionally, you will no longer be allowed to work in the office. Is that understood? Ms. Taylor announced.
“Yes ma’am.” Betty replied. The words hit her like bullets and she started to tear up.
“Very well then, Coach Daniels I will let you take over from here.” Ms. Taylor said as she passed the paddle to the coach. Then she began to clear off the top of her desk.
Betty stared at the paddle in horror as it passed under her eyes.
Coach Daniels took the paddle from the principal and then he stepped back to the left side of the desk. “Alright young lady, come over here.” He said.
Betty moved to the open area in front of the desk. She watched as the coach took a couple soft practice swings with the paddle. “Oh my God, he’s gonna tear my ass up.” She thought.
“I’m gonna wear you out girl. When I’m through with you, I guarantee you that your days of stealing will be over.” He chided.
“Do you understand why you’re being paddled today, Miss Blaze?” He asked.
“Do you have anything in the back pockets of those jeans?” He asked.
“No sir.” She shook her head.
“Put your toes on the line, take a wide stance and assume the position.” He commanded.
The 5’9” dark haired beauty toed the long strip of white tape that was strategically placed on the floor exactly 18-inches from the front of the desk, she spread her feet shoulder width apart, and then she bent over and rested her elbows on the now empty desktop. It wasn’t her first time. She knew the position well.
In the meantime, Ms. Taylor walked around the desk and stood with Ms. Carlson off to the right and behind Betty.
“Betty, you will stay in position for the duration of your paddling and until I give you the command to stand. If you move out of position at any time during your paddling, I will have Ms. Taylor hold you down. You will count each swat nice and loud and say, “thank you, sir.” Is that understood?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” She replied softly. Her breathing quickened and her heart pounded.
Ms. Taylor and Ms. Carlson looked on as Coach Daniels prepared and positioned Betty for her paddling. Ms. Taylor could feel her sex tingle and began to get warm and moist. She took great pleasure in watching the coach swing the paddle. Ms. Carlson was feeling a little uncomfortable and a little nauseous, as she always did when witnessing a paddling, but more so when the coach was administering the swats. He paddled hard and made sure the young man or woman suffered both physically and emotionally. She could tell that he was enjoying himself by the bulge in his shorts caused by his raging erection.
Satisfied that Betty was prepared for her swats, Coach Daniels stepped up next to her and extended the paddle. He gripped the paddle lightly against the target, getting a feel for the distance. He adjusted his stance as the smooth surface of the paddle glided over the denim-encased twin globes of her bottom. “Arch your back and present your bottom for the board, girl.” He said.
Betty did as she was told. She imagined the eyes of Ms. Taylor and Ms. Carlson focusing on her ass as she stuck it out for the coach to beat with the paddle.
Betty had waited…in dread for what was coming. At least another ten seconds went by and still nothing happened. She turned her head and briefly caught a glimpse of his hard-on almost bursting through his shorts. “Oh my God, he’s getting off.” She thought.
“Head up, look straight ahead.” He ordered.
She looked straight ahead, shut her eyes tight, and tried to concentrate on being anywhere but here. She prayed to herself for somehow to have the strength to bear what was about to come.
Coach Daniels tapped the paddle three times and then he brought it back and up above his right shoulder. Then with a loud grunt “UHHHH!!!” he brought the heavy paddle whooshing downward with a big arc and accurately contacted Betty at the meaty base of both of her exquisite butt cheeks. SPLAAAAAAAT!!!
“OWWW!!! OH FUCK!!” Betty yelled and lunged forward up on her toes raising her elbows off the desk. In an instant she could feel the intense sting spread across both butt cheeks.
Normally, Ms. Taylor wouldn’t allow any cursing during a paddling, but she allowed it when the Coach was administering the swats.
In the outer office, Amy jumped slightly when she heard the rifle-like report echo loudly from the walls and ceiling from inside Ms. Taylor’s office. “Oh, wow, that was loud.” She mouthed silently. When she saw Ms. Carlson come through the office with Coach Daniels she knew that Betty was really in for it. You didn’t get a paddling from the Coach, you got a beating.
“One, thank you, sir!” Betty called out. She had no idea how she would be able to stand five more swats like that one.
Slowly and methodically, the coach proceeded to administer the harsh punishment. He allowed 15 seconds in between each swat to make sure that the full effect of each swat was felt. He swung the paddle as hard as he could as if the goal was to break the paddle on Betty’s ass.
The coach teased Betty by rubbing the wood across her bottom before giving her a few light pats. Then suddenly, he drew back and with a flick of the wrist “UHHH!!”, let fly with an uppercut stroke WHOOOSH that snapped down and landed with a loud SPLAAAAAT!!!
Betty threw her head back and her mouth dropped wide open as the paddle plastered both her butt cheeks. “YEEOOWW!! OH MY GOD!!”
“Two, thank you, sir!!” Betty announced as hot tears filled her eyes.
Subconsciously, Gretchen unfolded her arms and put her hands behind her back and lightly rubbed her bottom.
Ms. Taylor nodded her head, approving Coach Daniels skill.
“Stick it out for me, girl.” The coach said harshly.
He waited patiently for Betty to present her bottom before he placed the board across the seat of her tight jeans. He gave her butt a few light pats. Then he swiveled, raised the paddle high and delivered a powerful third swat THWWAAAAAACKK!! It was a loud crack that resembled a rifle shot.
“AIIIIIEEEE!!! Betty’s head snapped back and she shrieked loudly as the paddle slammed across her butt cheeks flattening them for a second before returning to their normal shape.
Betty shuffled and stamped her feet. The pain and sting were more than she could ever have imagined.
“Three! Thank you, sir!” She obediently called out. Her eyes were now reddening and tears were spilling down either side of her nose.
Tap…tap…tap…the paddle took aim again at the fullest part of Betty’s pert bottom.
Betty gritted her teeth and braced herself when she felt the maple wood tap her bottom and then it was gone.
UUHH!! She heard the coach grunt loudly and then a millisecond later SPLAAAAT!!! the fourth swat exploded across her bottom. “YEOOOOWWW!!!!” She howled as the force of the impact knocked her forward. “OWWW!! NOT SO FUCKING HARD!” She yelled as she resisted the almost unbearable urge to jump up and try to soothe her blistering ass.
“You’re startin’ to feel’em now, aren’t you, girl?” The coach said.
“I hope you’re getting off on beating my ass!” Betty hissed through clenched teeth and rocked back and forth from toes to heels several times.
“What do you say, young lady?’ He asked and yes he was definitely getting off.
“Four! Thank you, sir!” Betty yelled. Her breathing was shallow and rapid.
Ms. Taylor’s pussy tingled all over and the crotch of her pantyhose was soaked with her juices as she watched the strong, handsome coach brutally paddle the pretty high school senior girl. She was so damn turned on and she desperately wished she could rub her clit. Many a night, home alone in bed with her vibrator, she would replay a paddling she had witnessed the coach administer that day. She even fantasized about being on the receiving end of the coach’s board herself. In her fantasy, she would be bent over her desk with her skirt lifted and her Spanx pulled down for five of his hardest swats on her bare ass. Afterwards, she would drop to her knees and suck his thick and very hard cock until it was completely dry.
The coach took his time placing the paddle across Betty’s butt and carefully lined up the next swat.
The burning pain was cascading over Betty’s buttocks and she wasn’t sure if she could possibly take the next two swats.
The coach slid the paddle back and forth and up and down the round firm target. Then he reared back and administered the next swat with an uppercut motion that was so hard it almost lifted Betty completely off her tip toes SPLAAAAAAT!!!
Betty arched her back, her head shooting up and her black hair flying wild. “OOOOWWW!!! OH SHIT!!!” She screamed as the fifth swat connected her ample buttocks at the juncture of her butt and thighs.
She took a couple of deep breaths before shouting “Five! Thank you, sir!”
“One more, young lady. Stick it out for me.” The coach commanded.
At that point, Ms. Taylor stepped up beside Betty on her right side and then she leaned over and spoke in her right ear. “I hope you remember this lesson for a long time, young lady. You deserved this butt blistering. I had better not catch you stealing again. Do you understand me?” She said harshly.
“I swear I will NEVER fucking steal again!” Betty yelled.
Ms. Taylor rose up. “One more, Coach Daniels.” She said and then she returned to where she was standing next to her secretary.
At this point, Gretchen was looking down at the floor from her vantage point as if she couldn’t bear to look. It was one of the hardest paddling’s she had ever had the duty of witnessing.
Betty cried softly as she looked back over her left shoulder at Coach Daniels. Her face was a mask of agony with tears dripping from her red eyes, running down her cheeks, ruining her mascara. Her ass was on fire and she could feel the blisters. “Please sir, not so hard.” She pleaded. She looked for sympathy in his eyes, but found none.
“Face forward, young lady.” He said firmly.
She turned back and looked straight ahead. She shut her eyes tight, and tried to concentrate on being anywhere but here.
“Just one more.” She thought as she felt the paddle slid across her bottom taking aim again at her “sit spots.”
Betty’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the paddle was lifted away and quickly returned WHOOSH SPLAAAAAAT!!!! The sixth swat blasted once again across the tender curve of her butt and thighs.
“YEOOOWWW!!! YOU BASTARD!!” She howled and jumped bolt upright jumping from one foot to the other, her hands flying back to her scorching hot seat of her tight jeans.
Holding the paddle at his side, Coach Daniels stood back and watched as Betty hopped from foot to foot as if she were running in place. He liked how her bottom wiggled and waggled to and fro. He didn’t mind being called a bastard. It was a compliment for a job well done. “Are you forgetting something, young lady?” He asked.
“Six. Thank you, sir.” She stammered as she continued to try to put the fire out.
At that moment, Ms. Taylor stepped up next to the coach. “Thank you, Coach Daniels. I believe Miss Blaze has learned her lesson.” She said as she took the paddle.
“Yes ma’am.” The Coach replied and then he exited the office, closing the door behind him.
“Well young lady, after that paddlin’ I trust your days of stealing are over.” Ms. Taylor said.
“Yes ma’am.” Betty replied as she turned and looked up all teary eyed and forlorn looking.
“Good, cause I would hate to turn Coach Daniels loose on you again.” Ms. Taylor replied.
“I promise I will never steal again.” Betty replied.
“I hope you don’t. Now, I want you to turn around and drop your jeans and panties. I want take a good look at your paddled bottom.
“What? You can’t make me do that.” Betty replied.
“Miss Blaze, unless you want a follow up from me tomorrow morning for disobedience, I suggest you do as you’re told. Right now.” Ms. Taylor said firmly.
Betty regarded her with a pained expression for a couple seconds. Then her hands dropped to the button of her jeans as she slowly turned around with her back to the principal and her secretary. She grimaced and inhaled sharply as she pulled her jeans and panties down over her battered bottom.
“Assume the same position you were paddled in.” Ms. Taylor instructed.
Betty subserviently obeyed the principal’s order, as she spread her feet apart and placed her hands on her knees, she felt her moist sex open to the room atmosphere and the air waft over her rapidly stiffening clitoris. She thought it was strange that she had become sexually aroused after being severely paddled.
Gretchen winced and momentarily looked away when Betty’s bare bottom came into view. She couldn’t believe how red it was. It was almost burgundy colored. Both butt cheeks had big oval shaped splotches that were white in the center with a purple rim around the edges.
Ms. Taylor stepped forward and ran her palm and extended fingers over the splotched crimson patchwork of Amy’s ample bottom, the radiant warmth of the girl’s naked cheeks seared the coolness of her own fingertips. Betty flinched slightly when she felt the principal’s touch. Her bottom burned. It felt swollen and bruised.
“Girl, the coach sure did a number on your poor butt. You’re gonna be squirming on your hard wood desk seat for quite some time.” Ms. Taylor said as she examined the damage to Betty’s “sit spots.”
“I sure hope you can sleep well on your tummy.” She said as she moved her hand over several blisters and ruddy circular welts caused by the holes in the paddle.
“Ms. Carlson, I believe Miss Blaze has definitely learned her lesson this time. I don’t think she’ll be stealing any time soon. Do you agree?”
“Yes ma’am, completely.” Ms. Carlson replied.
“Very well Miss Blaze, you may stand now and pull up your jeans.” Ms. Taylor commanded.
“I want you to get your things and I want you to go to your normal third period class. Is that understood?”
“Yes ma’am.” Betty replied with a sniffle. As she rose, she quickly pulled up her jeans and panties.
Once she got herself together, she made a beeline for the reception area. In a whirlwind, she walked around the counter, grabbed her purse and books and hustled out the door without a word to Amy.
“Oh my God. He really busted my ass.” She thought as she walked down the hall to her locker.
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