A Very Bright Girl Ch1
Everybody in Kockum's Mills agreed that Heidi was a very bright girl. Some,
howver, began to reevaluate that notion after what the comely high school senior
did near the end of her senior year.
The headline read "Valedictorian Schoolgirl Stripped of Honors". Most people
chancing upon the piece probably caught on the "schoolgirl stripped" part and
might have been a bit chagrined at being taken in. But, they may have then been
delighted to read in the rest of the article that it indeed involved a stripped
schoolgirl, and a lawsuit, and its aftermath.
In a nutshell, here is what had happened. Heidi Lawson, a pretty 18 year old
senior girl at Kockum's Mills high school in Kockum's Mills, Idaho had been
caught showering nude with 6 high school boys. Miss Lawson had taken the boys
quite by surprise, having walked unannounced into the shower as the boys were
using it. Miss Lawson had pulled this stunt to protest what she viewed as a
radical disparity in the facilities for boys and girls at the school and wanted
to make the point that it wasn't fair that the boys had state of the art locker/
shower rooms while the girls were relegated to the old out of date facilities.
"I'm making a statement for women's equality," she told the press, "and besides,
no one should be ashamed of their body. I know I'm not."
And little wonder, since the body in question was most attractive. Heidi was
about 5'3", flaxen blonde hair, worn long, mostly in a ponytail. She had a
cheerleader's build, perky breasts, not large but high set, a slender waist, and
curvy hips. Her legs were lean and beautifully sculpted, the result of a high
school track career. And, she had a great ass. It was full, round, pert, and
schoolgirl perfect. The two moons were widely separated, the bisecting crease
visible in the tight jeans she wore. Maybe this bodily characteristic
unconsciously led to the strange resolution of this matter.
Heidi was discovered "cavorting", as it would later be put, in the boys shower
on a Friday at 4:30 pm by Mr Thompson, the boys PE teacher. Mr Thompson had been
alerted by Kelly Shore, the school secretary that there was some "disturbance"
going on, and he had gone to investigate. The response was swift. Heidi was sent
to the principal and suspended on the spot, pending final resolution by the
school board.
The board, at the urging of the principal, Martha Fleck, and vice principal and
dean of discipline, Vernon Twoomy, suspended Heidi for ten days, took away her
valedictory honors, disqualified her from taking part in graduation, the senior
trip, and any school-sponsored extracurricular activity.
Heidi was stunned. For what she believed to be a statement of equality at best,
and a harmless senior prank at worst, she was losing nearly everything she had
worked for in high school. Because of the suspension she got F's on some finals
dropping her GPA from 3.9 to 3.2. Scholarships were to be lost as a result.
The response of Heidi's parents was predictable. They hired J. Preston Gatewood,
a well known trial attorney. Suit was brought against the school for violation
of civil rights (42 USC 1983) for an injunction requiring the school to restore
her valedictory status and permitting her to retake the tests she had missed.
The suit further asked for damages of one million dollars.
A heated debate ensued. The town of Kockum's Mills split along conservative hard
liners who moaned about immorality and the need for swift punishment, and
liberals who defended Heidi and her lofty goal of women's equality. The phone
lines were jammed with calls on the local talk radio station. The boys who had
been in the shower were interviewed. Typical responses: "Hey man, Heidi's got a
bitchin' bod. She can shower with us any time. Go Heidi!" and "Dude! I think I'm
in love. What an ass on that babe!"
Probably, the liberals were in the minority. Kockum's Mills was a logging and
farming town and the majority of the population was bedrock Christian
conservative who viewed Heidi as a "shameless hussy", out to destroy the morals
of their young men. The fact that there were any liberals at all was probably
due to the presence of the private college at which Harold Lawson, Heidi's dad,
was a professor of physics. Jan, Heidi's mother, was active in local Democratic
party politics. They had moved to Kockum's Mills three years previously. They
were liberal and proud of it, and they supported their daughter and her causes,
popular or not. Still, they were not wealthy, and the looming loss of the
scholarships was a crushing blow.
The filing of the lawsuit caused the school board to go into special session.
They called upon their attorney, Willard Allen, to advise them.
"Well what's the bottom line, Willard, can they sue us for enforcing a school
rule?" asked Bob Teech, the chairman and head of the local grange.
"I don't think there was a rule specifically saying anything about this, Bob,"
said Willard smoothly.
"Hell, it's obvious, you can't have boys and girls showerin' together."
"We've got to be able to maintain order," said Marjorie Simmons, another board
member. Her husband, Ralph, was the minister of the Foursquare Church. "Naked in
the shower with these young men. Imagine! I know what would have happened in my
day. A hard whipping with a stout switch, that's what!"
Willard cut off what looked like the start of a time-wasting tirade on morals,
the church, godliness and whatever. "All I'm saying folks is that you have a
situation here. This is getting national coverage and the spin is that the
punishment here is way out of line. They could change venue on us and move this
case to Boise. A Boise jury could crucify us." Willard let that sink in.
"We don't want to let it get to that. Let's settle this thing."
"How, Mr Allen?" asked Martha Fleck. " If we back down now, students will walk
all over us. She has to be punished and we have made our decision."
"You know me, Willard," said Vernon Twoomy, "and you know I'm being straight
when I say Martha's right. I know these kids and parents. We got to stand our
ground." Willard expected no less of Twoomy. He was ex marine, a staunch
disciplinarian who ran a tight ship. And he didn't much care for the Lawson's
and their fuzzy attitudes about discipline.
"So she says it was for women's e-quality." They all turned to their oldest
board member, Ned Cramer. Ned was chuckling. He had just been talking to Kelly,
who was his niece, about this very thing. "In my day, they knew what to do. The
principal had a big paddle an inch thick. He'd a laid that wood across a
student's tail ten or fifteen times and that would have been it. Everybody would
know they'd got a whuppin' and nobody would do it again. Got my share and it
made my behavior straighten up, yessiree."
"Ned, we don't paddle any more. Haven't done that since 1979. It's not an
option," said Bob.
"It oughta be," huffed Vernon, "Make my job easier."
"I agree," said Martha. "Under certain controlled, well-defined conditions, a
spanking is an appropriate response. The bible says so."
"Well we can't do it now," said Bob Teech, reluctantly. He couldn't recall
exactly where it was in the Bible, but he reckoned Martha was right. It was
probably in there somewhere.
Willard had listened to this exchange in silence, staring thoughtfully at the
ceiling, his fingers pressed together.
"Bob, Martha, let me ask you something. If we could settle this thing by having
that kid take a paddling, would the school be willing to give her back her
valedictory status? Remove the rest of the sanctions? Let her retake her tests?"
The board and the staff looked at each other, thinking. A few nodded. Martha
spoke. "From our perspective Willard, that would be OK. I think it would satisfy
everyone that she'd been justly punished without messing up her future. The
students and parents would have to know she'd been punished, but we could imply
a lot without being specific--just say she agreed to take corporal punishment or
something."
There was more discussion, but all agreed that such an option offered a way out.
The administration could save face on discipline and Heidi could be
valedictorian. But would it be legal? "Sure," said Willard, "we just get
releases from her and her parents."
"But it has to be a real lickin'," cautioned Ned. "No namby-pamby pats on the
butt."
"Well what do you consider a real licking, Ned?" asked Marjorie.
"I'd say about 15 swats, that's what we used to get. And sometimes bare butt,
'scuse my French, ladies. Never did me any harm, though."
"But she's a girl, Ned. Isn't that a bit harsh?" Jim Owney, the local State Farm
agent was also on the board.
"Well, hell," countered Ned, "didn't she say she did it for women's e-quality?
Let her take what a man would take."
He had a point. They came down to this proposal. All honors would be restored if
Heidi would submit to 15 licks with a wooden paddle firmly applied to her well
upholstered seat.
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Willard laid it out for J Preston Gatewood. "Pres, it's a good deal. Time is
working against you. Graduation is in 3 weeks. And you'll never get money
damages and you know it."
Pres did know it. The suit was a PR move to garner support for his client in the
court of public opinion. He knew he had little chance for monetary recovery.
It was on the Friday afternoon following the board's Thursday night meeting that
he met with the Lawsons.
"They want to do what?" exclaimed Jan Lawson, a near carbon copy of the
daughter. At 42 she had a great figure still, albeit with a bit more padding.
And, if you looked at Jan walking away, there was little mystery as to the
genetic source of Heidi's sexy rear end.
"We have never hit our daughter, Mr Gatewood, not once. This is unthinkable."
Hal Lawson was a tall gangly man of 44, soft spoken but passionate about his
ideals. And utterly devoted to the women in his life. "We have to sue these
bastards...we'll..."
"Daddy, stop," Heidi spoke up. Then she addressed J Preston. "Mr Gatewood, if I
agree to this ah, spanking..."
"Paddling," corrected Gatewood, "licks with a paddle, Heidi."
"Ok, a paddling. Will I get to give the valedictory address, go on the senior
trip, get my scholarships back?"
Gatewood nodded. Hal could see that Heidi was thinking about it.
"Heidi, you can't be serious. This is 2000, not 1951. And you're a girl!..." Hal
knew he'd made a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth, but it was too
late. It was a very un-PC remark for Hal, long an avid supporter of women's
equality. Still, Hal thought of his own female offspring as a tender flower, but
in truth Heidi was made of sterner stuff.
"I know what I'm doing Dad," Heidi shot back. She was stubborn, Hal knew that.
"How do they...I mean how many, er, times would they..." she stammered,
addressing J Preston.
"They said 15 licks with a wooden paddle. The school community would be told you
had submitted to some form of corporal punishment."
"This is crazy!" said Hal.
"Just a minute, Honey" said Jan. She understood the reality of the situation and
knew her daughter well. "Can we take the weekend to think about it?"
The meeting concluded. They would give Preston an answer by Monday. Heidi had to
leave. She had a date with her current boyfriend, Eric, a junior at the college.
Heidi's parents were just as liberal with their daughter's dating habits as her
politics. They allowed this for they knew that she was a smart girl with high
standards, but suspected that she was not a virgin.
"Well," said Hal, as soon as Heidi had left the house with Eric, "what do we do
now?"
"She knows her own mind, Hal. And she's not afraid of an embarrassing and
painful experience in order to save her legacy at this school. It shows
courage."
"Yes but being hit with a paddle? It's barbaric."
"Don't you get it? She's doing it for us. The scholarship money. She knows we'll
bankrupt ourselves to send her to college and she is willing to suffer
this...this terrible indignity to spare us."
"Oh," said Hal. He hadn't considered that.
"Hmmm," Jan mused. "Wait here a minute."
A befuddled Hal was left standing in the family room while Jan trotted off
upstairs. Hal could hear clunking and clattering from a storage closet. Jan
returned bearing three objects. Clutched in her hands were a frat paddle (his
old ceremonial Beta Tau Epsilon paddle--never actually used), a teardrop-shaped
paddle from some kind of beach game, and a rubber backed ping-pong paddle.
"What are you going to do with those?" said Hal.
"An experiment," said Jan, unclipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor.
This left her in full cut white nylon panties that could barely contain her
plump bottom. She looked delicious in a tight sweater the the panties--and
nothing else. "I wouldn't let Heidi go through anything like this unless I feel
first hand what it's like. I've never had a paddling and I don't know what one
feels like. It's only fair that we see what is in store for her before we
counsel her either way."
"You want me to paddle you?" said Hal incredulously.
"That is exactly what I want, darling. I want you to spank me with each one of
these paddles. Firmly. They won't give her love pats." She regarded the wooden
implements. "Let's see, they propose to give her 15 smacks, so why don't you
give me 5 each with each of those paddles?"
Having made her request Jan moved to the sofa where she leaned over, offering
her bottom for the juvenile correction. Putting her hands across the sofa's back
she braced herself. Curiously, she found that the act of stripping for her
husband and bending over putting her tender fanny at her husband's disposal was
having an effect on her libido. She began to feel wet between the legs. Why did
she find this naughty-girl pose so arousing?
Hal found it arousing too. His penis began to swell at the sight of his wife's
full buttocks arched up for him in such a submissive pose. The two curvy moons
begged to be spanked. In fact he recalled that when they had first been married
he had, on occasion, chased Jan around the apartment, the silly fun that
newlyweds engage in. He had caught her and had turned her over his knee in fun,
then baring her bottom, peeling away the skirt and pantie layers while she
squealed. He recalled the sight of the lush buttocks coming into view. Gently
smacking the resilient globes as she yelped in mock protest, he had mastered
her. Sex invariably followed and it had been hot. Why had they stopped doing
that? Had feminist politics made this kind of fun unacceptable?
In what was becoming a feverish rut of desire, Hal took up the ping-pong
paddle. Lightest first, he decided. He placed his hand at the small of her back
and tapped her resilient bottom with the paddle. He felt her body shiver. "Are
you sure about this, Jan?" he asked.
"Yes, darling. Go ahead. Give me 5 good solid smacks. Pretend I've been
naughty."
Naughty. The word had a lascivious ring to it. Yes, his naughty little wife. She
needed a good spanking.
He brought his arm back and Smack! full across the center of her bottom. Then
Smack! again. Her flesh rippled, then sprang back to its normally curvy shape.
Smack! She sucked air between her teeth. Smack! A soft "ow" escaped her lips. A
few seconds later...smack! That was 5.
"Are you allright darling?" said Hal, concern in his voice.
"Y-yes, dear. That wasn't so bad. It tingles-- stings, actually. Go ahead with
the next one."
Hal picked up the beach toy paddle, a teardrop-shaped implement about 3/8"
thick. The five licks with this paddle made more of an impression. Each smack
sounded sharper and there was more jiggle in the lush bottom cheeks at impact.
Jan hissed through her teeth at the first three and yelped at the last two. Hal
could see her behind glowing a dusky red under the panties.
"Oooh, ooh darling, I need to stand up for a minute. Ow, now that stung," she
gasped standing and rubbing her bottom cheeks. For some reason Hal found the
sight extraordinarily sexy.
"You know honey, they won't let Heidi stand up and rub in the middle of her
punishment," said Hal pointedly, now taking charge, "so you'd better bend back
over and stick it up, here comes the last 5."
"Yes, dear," said Jan submissively, and she once again assumed the position
presenting her delectable ass.
Hal hefted the frat paddle now. It was heavy. Must be maple or some dense wood,
he thought. He lined it up on Jan's backside and drew back.
Swat! "Yeoww!" screeched Jan and she shot up out of position clutching her
bottom. "Ow! ow! ow! That hurts!" she yelped.
"Back in position, Jan," commanded Hal. Jan, her legs shaking, obeyed.
Swat! "Ouch! ow!" wailed Jan again, but she held on to the sofa back.
Swat! "Ohh, ow, stop Hal, I can't take it. That paddle hurts too much." She
broke position and stood, rubbing.
Hal stopped. Maybe she was right. Jan rose rubbing furiously. "Oh, God you don't
know how that stings. That frat paddle is too much."
Hal put his arms around his brave wife and hugged her. When Jan had calmed down,
she realized that the hot glow in her seat had made her feel very sexy. She put
her arms around her husband's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. Pressing her
body against him, Jan kissed Hal passionately, her tongue invading his mouth.
Hal, already in a state of arousal from the experience of delivering a paddling
to his wife's sexy bottom returned her ardour.
In an unexpected move, Jan dropped to her knees before Hal and unzipped his fly.
Hungrily, she grasped his throbbing penis and pulled it out. She eyed the hard
rod for a moment. Had paddling my ass done that? Lovingly she inserted the
plum-shaped head between her lips and ran her tongue around the glans. Hal
stiffened at the sudden surge of pleasure. Soon she was slurping and sucking,
her head bobbing up and down. Hal could only stand there, weak-kneed as Jan
continued to pleasure her husband with her mouth.
Unable to stand it no more, Hal pulled Jan to her feet. Clothes were frantically
discarded, and they ended up entwined on the couch. Hal knelt between her legs
and taking his cock rubbed it up and down the length of the wet slit, taking
special care to massage the little button of her clitoris with the head. At
Jan's breathless urging he plunged his shaft into her hot slippery pussy. Hal
began pumping his hard shaft in and out of Jan's sodden, slippery vagina which
tightly engulfed his member, her hips meeting his, thrust for thrust. Neither
could remember such a vigorous shagging in quite some time. They came in a
blinding shattering climax that left each of them limp as a rag doll.
Then they tried it again, this time with Jan bent over, buttocks thrust out as
if inviting more punishment. But this time the slow measured strokes were
delivered with a rod of a different sort.
In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Hal's thoughts turned to the problem at
hand. It was basically a physics problem. The pain resulting from impact was
proportional to momentum, momentum equalled mass, (m) times (v), velocity. There
was a padding factor as well based on clothing. So, in mathematical terms, p=
(C)mv, where C, clothing or covering would be some number less than one. Say
point 9 for panties, point 7 for jeans and panties, point 5 for a wool skirt.
Jan couldn't handle the frat paddle. The wood was too heavy, too dense. But she
could tolerate the others. That was the key, then. He could not control v,
velocity. The one giving the paddling would hit hard, he knew. Could they
negotiate the detail of the paddle itself? The covering allowed? He could help
Heidi without her knowing it.
