Thursday, January 10, 2013

The No-Panties Option

© Guyspencer 2013
                               The No-Panties Option

Ella fidgeted outside the Principal’s office, waiting to be called inside.  She suspected, correctly, that the man was purposely delaying to make her stew.  Wryly, and nervously, she realized that Mr. Chalmers’ simple tactic was all too successful.

Ella was a senior at Bankside Baptist High, a popular school in Ella’s town.  In fact, Bankside was so popular that only the best students could gain admission.  Bankside was a proper place, a place of rules, a place of correctness, and a place of discipline.  Every year, each student was given a little booklet of school rules.  All students were expected to know them.  Right now, Ella was thinking of two particular rules, Rule 37 and the infamous Rule 38.

Rule 37 set out the procedures for corporal punishment.  They were pretty standard for the day.  Two staff members always had to be in attendance for any punishment.  One served as an official witness, and you probably have a pretty good idea what the other did!  There was surprisingly little said about punishment details, but the rule did specify “at least one layer of clothing must be retained for modesty”.

Rule 38 was an exception to Rule 37.  It allowed the Principal, and only the Principal, the option to apply corporal punishment “without an intervening layer of clothing”.  Bankside's female  students called this rule “the no-panties option”, while boys simply called it “the bare ass rule”.

At Bankside, teachers usually confined their corporal discipline to no more than four swats, applied to either outer clothing or undies using a standard school paddle.  Principal  Chalmers dealt with repeated or serious offenses himself.  Naturally, these punishments tended to be more memorable for the students.  Mr. Chalmers didn’t believe in paddling students.  He thought a paddling was entirely too dignified a procedure!  Besides, some students were able to calmly take several paddle blows.  So Mr. Chalmers preferred to use an old fashioned punishment, the over-the-knee spanking! 

Be it a petite freshman girl, or a husky senior football star, Mr. Chalmers’ spankings were uniformly feared by Bankside students.  His spankings always continued until the student was howling, kicking, and thoroughly humbled.  Still, in spite of the school’s reputation for discipline, Mr. Chalmers treated students fairly and was highly respected by staff, pupils, and parents.  Spankings weren’t a daily event in his office, and he rarely invoked the feared Rule 38.   

Students visiting Mr. Chalmers’ office for punishment always knew what to expect.  Boys were required to remove their shoes, and then lower their uniform trousers to their ankles before placing themselves in the traditional position across the Principal’s lap while retaining their undies.  For girls it was the same, except they had to gather their uniform skirt, and raise it above their waist.  A big man, Mr. Chalmers took pride in using only his massive right hand to apply a memorable corrective sting to his student’s behinds.  He had no need for paddles, hairbrushes, or other such implements.


They caught me fair and square.  That’s why I’m waiting outside Mr. Chalmers’ door.  This is the second time I’ve been caught skipping class.  Even worse, this time I was caught leaving the campus.  So I’m really in for it.  The first time I was stupid enough to think that I could just hide out in the library.  It didn’t work.  I was quickly caught and soon found myself across Mr. Chalmers’ lap with my school skirt raised high and my panties on display.  That spanking hurt like hell.  I kicked and twisted and screeched like a toddler as I got my ass thoroughly tanned.  It’ll probably go the same today, except I fear there won’t be any panties in sight!

I wouldn’t have tried cutting class again, but I really thought I had it all figured out, and I really didn’t want to dissect that frog in Biology.  I guess they watch closer than I thought, because I barely made it off campus before they nabbed me.  So here I am, nervously cooling my heals outside Mr. Chalmers’ office.


Finally Mr. Chalmers called the sweating girl into his office.  Calmly and carefully, he verified what he already knew.  Not only was the girl guilty as sin, it was her second such offense this semester.  Plus, she had made it worse by leaving the campus.  He had spanked her over her panties last time.  Now it was time to up the ante.

After a rather comprehensive scolding, he gave the girl one last chance to speak.  Then came another dramatic delay before he passed judgement.  As he pretended to deliberate Ella’s fate, he looked out his large window at the expansive green playing fields that surrounded the school.  Those open spaces made it very difficult for a student to sneak off the campus.  Additionally, a simple but very secret perimeter security system made escape virtually impossible.  Ella didn’t know it, but that bit of technology had been her undoing.  

Finally he spoke: “ I see that I’ve already spanked you for skipping class once this semester.”

Her eyes wide, her tummy doing flips, Ella couldn’t find her voice, so she just nodded.

“Additionally, this time you also left the campus.”  Dumbly, Ella nodded again.

With a sigh, the Principal picked up his phone and dialed the two-digit number for the school nurse.  The nurse’s office was near, so Ella’s sharp young ears heard a distant phone ring.

He exchanged greetings with the nurse, ascertained that she was free, and then got right down to business.  Ella was treated to a one-way version of the conversation; “I have Miss Ella Stevens in my office.  I’m bringing her to you for a Rule 38 prep.  OK?  When you’re done, please bring her back to me and then stay to witness.  OK?  Thanks.”

At that, the Principal hung up the phone, got up from his desk, and took a firm grip on Ella’s shoulder.  Then he escorted her to the nurse’s office.


My head was in a bit of a fog, but the rest of me was definitely in the nurse’s office.  I had heard that they do this when girls are about to get a “Rule 38" spanking.  The nurse was nice to me as she thumbed through my health file.  But then she started asking me the most intimate questions! How am I feeling?  When was my last period?  What am I wearing under my skirt?  A bit stunned, and with no alternative, I answered honestly; I was only wearing a brief pair of panties under my skirt.

I blushed at her next question!  No, I wasn’t wearing a pad.

Then she told me to kick off my shoes.  That wasn’t hard, but I’ll never forget her next command.  She told me to reach up under my skirt and remove my panties!

She had to tell me twice, but I finally did it.  By now I was shaking like a leaf!  I stood there like an idiot, simply holding my panties.  Intellectually, I knew that nobody could see I was naked under my skirt, but I felt naked anyhow.  Even though it was warm in the nurse’s office, I was convinced that I could feel a cold breeze “down there”. 

Understanding my unease, she walked around the desk and put a comforting arm around my shoulder.  “Go ahead and lay them on my desk” she said in a kind voice, “We’ll come back afterwards to get them and your shoes.

‘Afterwards’!  That single word brought home exactly what was about  to happen to me!  I’m sure that I wasn’t the first student to cry on that nurse’s shoulder.  She gave me a couple minutes to cry some of the fear and emotion out of my system, and then handed me a tissue.  “It’s time for us to go get it over with.” she said.  I don’t remember agreeing, but she took me firmly by the upper arm and led me out of her office, and on to my bare-bottom spanking. 


I was lucky to get the position of School Nurse here at Bankside Baptist High, but this particular part of my duty was at first a big concern to me.  Especially concerning to me was Mr. Chalmers’ insistence that students should be spanked rather than the more traditional “bent over” paddling.  It just seemed a little strange and overly intimate.  Soon my worries about Mr. Chalmers evaporated.  He was once a family man, but now is a lonely widower whose youngest children are in college.  He says that spanking always worked best for his own kids, and his pupils deserve no less than the best.  Always fair and never abusive, he spanks reluctantly, seeming to take no pleasure from that part of his duties.  That said, his punishments are famously effective.  Be it a petite freshman girl or an adult-sized senior boy, nobody escapes from his lap until they have been thoroughly punished and have totally yielded to his authority.  

Therefore I had no reservations about preparing Ella for her punishment.  The girl obviously knew that she had done wrong and was due to be punished.  Yes, she cried a few tears, but she generally cooperated very well with me.  Once I had her ready, I escorted her back to Mr. Chalmers’ office.

I knocked on the door, and he immediately called us in.  When I opened the door, Ella froze.  For an instant, I thought there might be a scene, but the moment passed.  With a little firm urging, Ella preceded me through the door.  

As usual, Mr. Chalmers was still seated at his desk.  “Explain to me exactly why you are about to be punished Ella.”

“I...I got caught cutting class and leaving the campus.”

Naturally, that wasn’t enough to please the Principal.  Without lecturing her, he led her through the entire incident, and extracted the reason why she wanted to cut class.  And then he led her through all the reasons why cutting class and leaving the campus without permission were dangerous and against the rules.

Finally he told the girl about her imminent punishment...

“Given the severity of this offense and your previous record of cutting class, I’m forced to invoke Rule 38.  Do you understand?”

“Y...yes sir.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you spank me on my bare bottom s-sir.”

And then the Principal asked me, “Everything is in readiness?”   I assured him that it was.  The girl was in good health and her clothing had been properly adjusted.


I was in a total fog.  I don’t even remember the nurse bringing me back into the Principal’s office.  Just suddenly, I was there, and I was feeling naked because I was wearing nothing under my skirt.  Even though my skirt hid everything, I was blushing so hard my face felt hot.

That pre-spanking talk with Mr. Chalmers brought me back to my senses, but immediately I wished I had that mental fog back!  He kept asking me questions, which forced me to produce reasonable answers.  Finally, he told me that I was about to get a no-panties spanking, but naturally I had already figured that out.

His pre-spanking routine was the same as before.  First he told me to drag a certain chair into the middle of the room.  My eyes were so full of tears that I almost had trouble finding the right chair, but I got it done.  I don’t remember him standing up, but the next thing I knew he was sitting in that chair and looking at me expectantly.  I started crying again, because I knew what I had to do next.

As I started to gather the hem of my skirt so I could lift it high, Mr. Chalmers looked away.  He stared out the window as if he suddenly wasn’t interested in me.  That confused me at first.  I guess I stood there and did nothing for a few seconds.  A curt order from the nurse got me moving again.  Later I realized that his looking away was a gallant gesture intended to preserve my modesty as I raised my skirt above my waist and put myself across his lap.


As the Principal talked to the girl about her misbehavior, I learned much more about why she was to be punished.  Although I had no doubts before, it was now crystal clear that Mr. Chalmers was totally correct to be severe with Ella!  In fact, I found myself just a bit angry at the girl.  I was certainly ready to assist the Principal in any way necessary. 

Mr. Chalmers is such a gentleman!  He turned his head away as the girl raised her skirt.   The established procedure is for girls to gather the hems of their skirts and raise them so that their entire skirt is above their waist.  This might sound very immodest, but it is far less exposing than the procedure for boys. 

Then Ella took advantage of Mr. Chalmers’ kindness by stalling.  I put an instant stop to that nonsense!  After I said something to her, Ella quickly raised her skirt and put herself across Mr. Chalmers’ lap.  Her skirt fell down a bit in back, so I stepped forward and raised it as high as it would go.  In my professional opinion, Ella had nicely developed buttocks for a girl her age.  They would be able to safely absorb plenty of needed correction.  Ella is a beautiful child, but that beauty gave her no special advantage.  She was in the hands of a true professional, and was about to learn a painful and needed lesson.

Mr. Chalmers went right to work on that young lady!  He is a man who knows his job and always does it to the best of his ability.  Soon her legs were kicking wildly, her pony tail was tossing, and she was screeching at the top of her lungs as her bouncing, clenching bottom quickly turned increasingly brilliant shades of red.

The girls always kick a lot differently than the boys because their legs aren’t encumbered by a tangle of pants.   That’s usually no problem because their modesty is protected by their panties but a Rule 38 spanking is different.  This little hussy was showing her all!  It must have been really embarrassing for Mr. Chalmers, but he soldered on!

Mr. Chalmers keeps himself in amazing condition for his age.  As a trained nurse, I know something of anatomy, and watching his muscles flex as he spanks this little devil is a study in perfection.  Frankly, watching him do this gives me feelings and urges that aren’t strictly professional.  I had to force myself to keep my mind on business.

I’ve noticed that Mr. Chalmers’ spankings have three distinct parts.  First, he starts out hard!  He doesn’t believe in gradual “warm ups”.  That first part is the most variable, because it continues until the student has completely “lost it”, and that varies a lot from person to person.  He doesn’t fall for any “alligator tears” either.   Ella was crying before her spanking even started, but was shrieking after the first dozen or so spanks.  That didn’t discourage Mr. Chalmers though!  He gave that little class-cutting prankster a full measure of corporal correction.  He started with about 30 or 40 hard scorching spanks all over her buttocks, with some spanks targeting her tender thighs.     

The second part is slower, and also the longest part of the spanking.  These spanks come farther apart, and just hard enough to keep the student crying freely.  Here he might pause to remind the student of the reason for the spanking and what he or she is supposed to be learning from that painful lesson.  Ella sobbed and wailed and promised faithfully to never cut class again.  I wish I believed the little brat!  Mr. Chalmers continued the spanking until her entire spankable territory was an even bright red, and until Ella showed signs of exhaustion and capitulation.  The message seemed to be sinking in to the girl!

The third part is the briefest.  He always ends with a flurry of perhaps a dozen very hard spanks.  These spanks return the wrongdoer to uncontrolled kicking, and full-voiced screeching before the spanking suddenly ends.  He wants these, the hardest spanks, to be the last thing that each student remembers about their lesson.  Few students return to Mr. Chalmers’ office for a second dose.  Ella is apparently one of the dim-witted few.

The spanking over, he held the girl in place for a couple minutes to allow her to calm down.  As her sobbing slightly diminished, he spoke to her in a gentle yet firm voice, reinforcing her painful lesson.  Finally, he helped her to her feet.  Gravity did its work on her skirt, quickly  pulling it down to restore her modesty as she danced and rubbed her bottom through her skirt.  The girl was a mess.  She was still crying freely, red faced, red bottomed, and with her face smeared with a horrifying mixture of drool, tears, and mucus.

This is another point where things are considerably different with the boys.  The truth is, a freshly-spanked boy is no braver than a freshly-spanked girl.  With their pants and underpants down around their ankles, some boys put on a shameful penis-wagging exhibition as they do their post-spanking dance.  Worse, some manage to kick off their trousers and underpants, so it takes some doing to get them properly covered after one of Mr. Chalmers’ butt reddening sessions.  At least Ella was modestly covered.  Those skirts are very convenient.

As always, Mr. Chalmers offered the distraught student no comfort except for his calm tone of voice.  Any physical demonstration, such as a hug, might be misconstrued.  After a few last words of reminder & warning he told her that the incident was closed and he hoped to never see her in his office again.  That was my cue to escort Ella out the door and back to my nurse office. 

My final responsibilities to Ella included noting the basics of the incident and the condition of her bottom in her medical record, offering a shoulder for a final cry, and giving her the use of my washroom so she could wash her face, replace her panties and put on her shoes.  I never apply lotion to just-spanked students.  That would be counterproductive!  It’s far better that their peers see their red, swollen eyes, and see them squirm painfully in their chairs.  That way the lesson will spread through the school and Mr. Chalmers will need to spank fewer students.


I think it was the longest, most excruciating spanking I have ever had!  I can’t believe how much it hurt.  I thought it would never end.  And embarrassing!  Oh my God it was embarrassing to show my bare bottom to Mr. Chalmers.  How will I ever face him again?  Worse, I can’t believe how I acted.  I cried like a baby!  You would think that a girl my age could maintain at least a bit of cool.

Anyhow, I “got the message”; I finally learned my lesson.  No more class-cutting for me!  I plan to re-read the rule book and follow every rule so that I never see the insides of Mr. Chalmers’ office again.

One more thing;  I hope Mr. Chalmers bruised my bottom good.  That may seem strange until you learn that my parents live by that old rule; “If you are spanked in school, expect to get spanked even worse at home.”  My only chance is if my bottom looks so bad that my parents take pity on me.  Otherwise, I have more “lap time” to look forward to tonight.

This really sucks.  But it’s also fair.  I’m the one who decided it would be cool to cut a class.  I knew the rules, I broke them, so now I’m paying the price.


The nurse went straight home the moment her workday was over.  Forgetting supper, she drew a bath, hoping it would help her relax.  It didn’t help. 

Why, oh why, did he never seem to notice her? 

He is a widower, an eligible male in need of female companionship.  She’s a lonely single woman in need of male companionship.  Why couldn’t it be?  Finally she gave up on the bath, surrendering herself to another relaxation regime more certain to be effective.

She dried herself.  Still naked, she picked up a hairbrush and bent over the edge of her bed, pretending it was Mr. Chalmers’ lap.  It’s always difficult to spank oneself, but the nurse had been acquiring practice over the last few weeks.  Steeling herself and bending her arm and wrist into an unnatural angle, she managed to impart a satisfying sting to her own bottom.  That job done, she reached under her to caress that special place that nature had provided.  Soon, she began to feel herself float.

She moved onto the bed face-up and imagined that the Principal was on top of her.  He had just spanked her and then kissed away her tears.  Now he was masterfully claiming ownership of her body, just as she had read in so many romance novels.  As so often depicted in those common paperbacks, her bosom heaved.  Finally her back arched as she achieved temporary relief.


Two miles away, the Principal lay half-asleep in his darkened bedroom, alone in his lonely bed.  Happily inspired by the velvety delights of sexual fantasy, his member responded vigorously, forming an impressive tent under the sheet.   In his mind’s eye he was delivering his second no-panties spanking of the day.  But this bottom was far more interesting than Ella’s!   In this drowsy fantasy, it was the nurse’s bare bottom enticingly splayed across his lap.       

Of course, she would never be interested in a man like him and would certainly never submit to such rough treatment.  Besides, it would be terribly unprofessional to make personal advances on one of his own staff. 

Wouldn’t it?

© Guyspencer 2013


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great story.

10:19 AM, January 16, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the irony at end of the story

9:29 AM, August 22, 2015  

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