football players (fm)

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It started as a typical Thursday afternoon Jr. Varsity
football practice. The 9th grade boys were undergoing
grueling contact drills in practice uniforms- shoulder
pads, helmets, tight calf-length tight, shiny pants
over long white socks, and cleats.

Several of the boys noticed that their principal, Mrs.
Patterson, had come on to the field and was talking to
Coach Wilson. The coach blew his whistle and called-

"Stephenson! Brown! Over here."

Joey Stephenson and Chip Brown looked up, glanced at
one another, removed their helmets, and came over to
the coach. Both were typical 9th grade boys- a bit
tall for their age and thin. Both had brown hair that
flopped over their foreheads almost to their eyes.

'You boys go with Mrs.Patterson."

Mrs. Patterson pointed toward the large three story
brick school. Joey and Chip followed Mrs. Patterson
from about three yards behind, trying to keep up with
her brisk pace. They exchanged concerned looks. They
entered the main entrance in the building and followed
Mrs. Patterson into the secretary's office. Behind the
desk sat, Miss Williams, a twenty-something blonde
that the boys in the locker room had nicknamed
"Busty". Much to the boys surprise and horror, Becky
Randolph was sitting on the couch that was placed
against the adjacent wall. She glared at them as they
passed her, following Mrs. Patterson into her office.
As they entered the office, the boys saw that Miss
Grayson, the school's vice-principal was in the
office. She looked at the boys and closed the door.
Not one word had been spoken yet. Sitting on the edge
of Mrs. Patterson's desk were two cans of spray paint,
one red, and one yellow.

Students and teachers had arrived at school that
morning to find the front doors sprayed with a message
that read "BECKY RANDOLPH IS A WHORE". Mrs. Patterson
was absolutely horrified and ordered a locker to
locker search (using a master key) to occur in the
halls in an effort to identify the guilty party. She
thought it was unlikely the search would yield
anything, but she was determined to do all she could.
At the bottom of Joey Stephenson's locker, a can of
black spray paint was found wrapped in a towel. At the
bottom of Chip brown's locker was found the can of
yellow spray paint. Taped to the back of Chip's locker
was a small photograph of Becky Randolph.

Mrs. Patterson stood behind her desk and looked across
at Joey and Chip.

"Well, I'm waiting To hear something."

Both boys blushed with heads downward, gazing at the
floor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity,
Chip broke the ice.

"We didn't mean any harm. We just thought it was
funny."

"Funny, huh. Well you boys have not only defaced
school property and brought illegal cans of spray
paint into the building, but you have caused that poor
girl sitting out there to endure the most humiliating
day of her life. The message you painted was not only
an affront to Becky, but also to every other girl in
the school as well as every grown woman, including
Miss Grayson and myself. Your behavior is appalling.
You have disgraced your selves and caused trmendous
disruption at school today. I know you have been
raised betyter than this. I hope you realize that you
are going to be punished.

"Yes m'am", each boy said in a soft voice.

"As of now, you are suspended from the football team
for three weeks. That should give you time to reflect
on what you have done today. Now for some immediate
punishment. I have invited Miss Grayson here to
administer to each of you in turn a good paddling. I
expect your full cooperation or I will call Coach
Wilson in a heartbeat to assist. Do you understand?

"Yes m'am, We're really sorry", Joey said in a
trembling voice.

"Well you're about to find out what sorry is all
about, young man.Before we begin, I am curious about
something. When's the last time each of you received a
good spanking?"

After a nervous pause, Chip said: "I suppose it was in
the fourth grade for cheating on a test."

"And you Joey?"

"Well, er..uh. I guess I've never really been
spanked."

"Well, I can't say I'm really surprised. I guess you
boys are in for a special treat. Let's get started.
Joey, stand over by the wall please and wait your
turn. Chip, we'll begin with you. I want you to place
your helmet on the desk, pull down those uniform pants
and bend over my desk with your arms extended."

"No way!", said Chip

At that, Mrs. Patterson picked up her phone.

"Miss Williams, will you go to the practice field and
ask Coach Wilson to come here please..

"No.no, I'll do it. I'll do it", Chip said as he
reached down to unbuckle his pants.

"Never mind Miss Williams."

Chip finished unbuckling himself and pulled down his
tight uniform pants. There he was, standing in front
of the principal and vice principal covered by only
his jock strap. As he bent over the desk, his face
turned deep red.

Miss Grayson walked over and picked up her large oval
wood paddle she had placed next to a chair. She
assumed a position by Chip's side and pressed down on
his shoulder pad with her left hand.

"How many, Mrs. Patterson"

"I'll tell you when to stop, Miss Grayson."

Miss Grayson placed the paddle against Chip's
practically bared bottom and felt his bottom tense as
he felt the wood. She noted in passing that she was
being provided an especially firm target.

"WHACK" came the first swat as the room echoed with a
loud popping sound.

WHACK!........WHACK......WHACK"

Chip had winced hard at the first smack, and as the
paddling progressed, he clutched the desk until his
knuckles were white and gritted his teeth while his
eyes were squeezed close. The pain was incredible, but
he was determined to take it without yelling and
crying. As the seventh and eighth whacks landed, Chip
was jumping like a jackrabbit, but managed to keep his
head down.

"Ok, you can pause Miss Grayson. How about 5 more. You
count Chip. Give him a moment to ponder this.

Miss Grayson stepped away, allowed the paddle to hang
by her side, looked over at Joey who seemed
appropriately terrified, and resumed her position.

WHACK

one

WHACK- Chip lunged forward and yelped out loud

Two m'am

WHACK- Chip gritted clenched jhis teeth and said
nothing

Th th th three m'am

WHACK

Four m'am- said Chip as pounded the table with his
fists

"Last one, Chip, you can get up and do as you please
after the count",
said Mrs. Patterson

"WHACK"

FIIIIIVE!!!! Chip blurted loudly as he lept up, and
jumped up and down three times before reaching down to
pull up his pants. Chip clutched his bottom and he
could feel heat passing through as he began a furious
up and down rubbing to quell the fire.

"Very well, your turn Joey", Mrs. Patterson said in a
matter of fact tone.

Joey walked to the desk, placed his helmet on its
surface, unbuckled his pants, and assumed position. He
felt numb and his eyes teared up. The numbness
subsided with a shock as the first whack of Miss
Grayson's paddle landed and he felt an intense fire
building on his bottom with each subsequent smack. As
with Chip, Joey was allowed a brief pause right when
Mrs. Patterson felt he was near his limit- he endured
the five count and jumped about a bit at the end
before pulling up his uniform and being ordered to
stand next to his friend. There they stood,side by
side, red-bottomed and re-faced, two well paddled 9th
grade football players on the edge of crying like 8
yr. olds.

Mrs. Patterson and Miss Grayson both stared at Chip
and Joey. Mrs. Patterson thought the punishment had
gone very well. It's severity matched the crime, both
boys seemed hunbled, shamed, and totally contrite, yet
still retained some dignity as they had demontrated
some admirable stoicism through there ordeal.

"Now boys, I think you owe Miss Grayson an apology for
putting her through this today. I also want you to
thank her for caring enough about each of you to teach
you a good lesson."

"Yes m'am, Yes m'am" Chip and Joey each did what they
were asked and Miss Grayson accepted their apologies
and thank yous and she told the boys they were
responsible for the paddling by their action and she
had acted only in their best interest.

"Now boys, one final matter and we'll be done here.
Becky needs a sincere apolgy. March please."

The boys gathered their helmets and very gingerly
walked toward the outer office, followed by Miss
Grayson and her paddle and Mrs. Patterson with her
arms folded. As they passed Miss Williams's desk, she
gave them each a pretty smile.

"Becky, I believe these boys have something they'd
like to say to you."

Both felt shame and embarrassment as they looked at
Becky and both felt that facing her was worse than the
good paddling they had jusy received. Both Chip and
Joey were still rubbing with their free hand as they
told Becky they were sorry and they hadn't meant to
hurt her feelings. They knew she had heard them
getting paddled and knew the whole school would know
tomorrow.

The boys were at last dismissed and Mrs. Patterson,
Miss Grayson, Miss Williams, and Becky Randolph
watched in content as the boys disappeared down the
hall with their worn out bottoms and clicking football
cleats.

The End