Paying For It

This is a true story of a spanking I actually witnessed as a teenager. Its quite different to see someone else get spanked than to get spanked yourself. The spanking itself was quite severe and while I won’t describe the full details of just how severe in the story here I also don’t want you to think it was a few light swats either. My friend, Rachel, was sitting very carefully for a few days after this incident and there was no way she could hide the fact she had been spanked from our classmates.

A little background first as it sets the atmosphere for the spanking and helps you perceive it as I do. Rachel is a year older than me. The event about to be described takes place in what was my Junior year in high school and therefore her Senior year. While our friendship had started out on rocky ground, we both were after the same guy, we had at this time become best friends. Rachel was very smart and graduated as her class Valedictorian. She was also athletic enough to have been a track star and pretty enough to have been a cheerleader. She was neither because of choice. For details sake, she was five foot ten inches tall, reddish blonde shoulder length hair, thin frame weighing around 110 pounds, ample buttocks, small pert breasts (B-cup if you must know), light brown eyes, and a milky white skin covered with reddish freckles. Now on to the story.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and we had stayed after school to watch our boyfriends at football practice. We were far from alone. Most girls that dated one of the players stayed and watched them practice a few times a week, some every day. I know what your thinking, "Could we get anymore cliché?" Well it was actually quite entertaining and the coach encouraged us to come because he thought the guys practiced harder when we were watching. It was probably true considering male adolescents and their obsession with being "macho." Anyway, we got a lot of good laughs that afternoon. I think they were practicing some new plays because the guys kept running into each other and the coach was red in the face from yelling at them. The practice lasted from 3:30 to 4:30 and afterward we left with our boyfriends and stopped in the local diner for some hot cider and the guys ordered some hot apple pie which they shared with us.

We were kicked back in the diner until about 5:30 or so. Rachel and I needed to be back at her house by 6:00 and the guys had to get home too. It was a school night after all and the only reason I didn't have to be home was Rachel and I had a school project we were working on together and I had permission to have dinner with her family and be home by 8:00PM that night.

When we got back to her place it was immediately obvious her Dad was not happy with her. She clearly had no idea what was up. She should have, she just didn't know she had been caught. It was almost time for dinner, but her Dad wouldn't be put off so he told his wife to delay for a few moments while he dealt with Rachel. She was looking very worried by this point. Finally, her Dad revealed what he had learned.

Apparently, Rachel had been "borrowing" money from her Mom's purse. She was normally given $20 a month as an allowance and was supposed to ask if she needed more than that for something. Her parents would then decide if it was appropriate or if she should have to save up. Well, there was a particular dress she wanted for homecoming, which was coming up, and her Mom had decided it wasn't necessary. So, Rachel had slowly been helping herself to some extra money so that she could supplement what she had saved and buy the dress.

Her Dad announced she was in need of a "good spanking" and since the money hadn't been spent yet she was going to be "lucky" and only get paddled. When told, she went and got the money and gave it to her Dad and then he sent her to get the paddle which hung on a hook in the bathroom. Rachel was very reluctant and begged, "Please not with Kelly here, Daddy." Her Dad however, was relentless and slapped her across the face for even asking. His hand left a print on her left cheek and she started crying.

Without any more protest she went and retrieved the paddle. It was big. It was a dark cherry color and the surface of it was glossy. It reminded me of petrified wood I had seen on a family vacation in the Petrified Forest in Arizona. The paddle was solid and very intimidating to look at. It was easily six inches wide and probably two feet in length, end to end. It was more than a half inch thick but less than an inch thick so somewhere in between. I remember being very thankful that it wasn't my hind end about to converse with that paddle.

She handed it to her Dad without a word, but the pleading was obvious in her body language and eyes. He took the paddle from her hand and tapped it against his leg like he was waiting for something. Rachel bit her lower lip and then unfastened her skirt and removed it. She neatly laid it over the back of the couch and then lowered he panties to her knees and bent over the back of the couch herself, next to her discarded skirt.

Her Dad raised the paddle back over his head and slammed it down into her buttocks with a whoosh punctuated by a smack and Rachel's scream, "Oooooh, One!" He then raised the paddle high up again repeated the motion. Rachel screamed louder with each repeat visit of the paddle. I was amazed at how her bottom indented and wobbled with each impact. Her bottom never went through a pink stage instead it developed straight into a brilliant red and there was little doubt that she was getting bruised as well.. She counted each swat all the way up to twenty-five. By the last few it was hard to understand her count as she was crying so hard. The amazing part to me was that she never begged him to stop or made any promises to be good. If had been me I think I would have been begging and promising anything after the thirds swat or so. It was an incredible site and despite the fact I should have been appalled at how harshly she was spanked, I found myself quite excited by her bouncing bottom and her strained counting.

She remained bent over the couch after the paddling finished until her Dad told her she could get up and go stand in a corner. While she was standing in the corner still sniffling and bare bottomed, the rest of her family and I enjoyed dinner. I felt very sorry for her and wished I was anyplace, but there. I admit I enjoyed watching her get the paddle, I just felt guilty about enjoying it afterward and wanted to go home. She was still standing in the corner when after dinner her Dad drove me home.

The next day at school I approached her and asked if she was alright. She told me that was the worst spanking she had ever had. I eventually admitted to her that I enjoyed seeing it happen and her reply was a rueful smile that led me to believe she enjoyed me watching.