Paris When She Sizzles (a story of a fitting punishment)

[MichiganHeadmaster]

The Headmaster updated his journal entries detailing his most recent punishments and their effects. "Sarah - sentenced to 12 strokes on her bare bottom with the rattan for smoking, took all dozen well, no penalty strokes administered. Began crying after three strokes but only had to be warned to hold position twice." "Kersten - 18 swats on her bare bottom with the oak paddle. Made to count each one. Four additional swats added for failure to count, breaking position and swearing. In tears by the 10th swat."

The phone interrupted his data keeping. "Headmaster," he announced. "Is that so? Tell the judge I'd be happy to help. Yes, I'll be right over. Bring her to the detention room. No, no bonds will be necessary. Just have the thin paddle out. You know which one. No, I won't need the other one. I bet her bottom hasn't been spanked for years. The thin one will be just fine!"

A half hour later, the Headmaster was at the county jail. The detention room was a converted office, supposedly soundproofed but not well enough to drown out the often-heard screams that accompanied the harsh punishments administered there. Guards and prisoner-trustees would gather nearby to listen to the Headmaster break the feistiness of the most stubborn female inmates, after which the formerly defiant prisoners would be marched, teary-cheeked and humiliated, past the gathered eavesdroppers and down the cell block corridors.

The Headmaster found his implement laid out for him, and inspected it for cracks or damage. He didn't want it to break mid-punishment, though he had a spare. In many ways, the thin paddle was worse than the thicker ones. Though the thick paddles could make lasting marks and were easily felt even through blue jeans and regulation prison wear, the thin paddle was devastating to a bare bottom, particularly one that had not been spanked in a while. Its sting was practically unbearable and girls broke down well under a minute of sustained spanking with it, though it was not uncommon for the Headmaster to continue to spank for 5 minutes or more at a time, followed by a lecture while the prisoner stood in a corner or, worse, on a hardwood chair, followed by more spanking. The Headmaster awaited the arrival of his latest ward.

About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door, and a guard entered escorting a scared, slightly built, handcuffed blonde prisoner. "I don't think the handcuffs will be necessary," said the Headmaster.

"I know, but it's regulation" said the pretty, and muscular, guard, as she undid the double-locked handcuffs. "But I think she'll be in good hands now."

"Thank you, Melanie. By the way, do you mind staying? I think having a witness might be a good idea."

Melanie was more than happy to comply. She had waited to see this for a long time.

"Hello, Paris. I want you to sit down in this chair."

"Please, sir, I'm scared and I don't belong here. This isn't right."

"SIT DOWN!" the Headmaster ordered. Paris complied.

"I have specific orders from the judge, Paris. He says he's had enough coddling of celebrities, and was particularly incensed when he found out what you did to get sprung on home-release. The sheriff is lucky he's keeping his job. Fortunately for him he had a favor or two to call in, so this will be kept under wraps. But he had to agree to give up control over your case, and for the rest of your 45 day sentence, I will be in charge of your rehabilitation."

"No, please, I didn't do anything wrong. And I didn't mean for the sheriff to get into trouble. Please, I'll do anything you want." Paris leaned close and whispered. "Have the guard leave and I'll do whatever you want, right here."

"Anything?" asked the Headmaster, leaning in to Paris.

"Anything," she assured.

The Headmaster slapped Paris sharply but carefully across her cheek. Paris was stunned and a tear immediately rolled down her cheek. "You're under my control now, and believe me you're not offering anything I can't get anywhere else. No, Paris, you're here to be punished, and you're going to spend this next 45 days paying the price for your behavior and learning some humility and self control."

"Please, I want to go home!"

"Paris, stand up!" She complied, another tear rolling down her cheek.

"I want those prison pants off now!" Paris hesitated.

"Paris, you have ten seconds to have those pants and panties off or I'll take them off myself, and you won't like the extra punishment I'm going to give you then. Now, take them off!"

Paris didn't hesitate, and several seconds later she was naked from the waist down except for her prison issue shoes.

"Hands to your side! Stop covering up!" Paris complied, but by now both cheeks were tear streaked.

The Headmaster took a position on the hardwood chair. He grabbed Paris by the left arm, and pulled her over his lap. Her pale, bare and shapely bottom was now well positioned for punishment, as she lay draped over the Headmaster's lap, her long hair hanging down over her face and spilling on the floor.

"Paris, your official punishment has just now begun." With that, the Headmaster raised his hand and brought it down sharply on Paris' bare bottom.

The first swat made her gasp. The Headmaster continued spanking, slowly and rhythmically at first, not too hard, as Paris' bottom cheeks began to turn pink and then crimson. Paris whined and fidgeted but stayed more or less in place.

After a couple minutes it was time to turn up the heat, and the Headmaster began to make each swat count. Now Paris began to react, crying loudly at each swat, begging him to stop, and reaching back to protect her bottom. The Headmaster simply grabbed both hands and held them fast in the small of her back, and continued spanking and ignoring her pleas.

The Headmaster continued for ten solid minutes. Paris' screams accommodated those gathered in the hall listening (many who were jealous that Melanie was able to stay and witness Paris' well-deserved punishment). Melanie herself calmly watched Paris' punishment, hiding the excitement she was feeling watching the Headmaster work, and wondering if she could one day find herself over his lap.

After ten minutes, Paris' bottom was deep crimson and bruised in places. The Headmaster had Paris stand up, and inspected the damage. Paris' face and hair were soaked with tears. Paris begged to be allowed to go back to her cell.

"Not yet," the Headmaster said. He reached for the paddle. Paris screamed "No!" and begged not to be punished any more. She offered to do anything to avoid more punishment, and even explicitly offered any sexual favors the Headmaster wished.

The Headmaster ignored her cries and offers. He grabbed her and easily placed her over his lap again. Hold her hands firmly, he gave her the first of many sharp swats with the paddle.

The first swat took the wind out of Paris. She could not believe anything could sting like that. The swats continued, and Paris screamed like a banshee. She kicked and struggled and almost fell off the Headmaster's lap. The Headmaster made eye contact with Melanie, who came over and took a position behind Paris, securely holding her legs in place. Paris was helpless to avoid her punishment now.

For another ten minutes, the Headmaster spanked and spanked. Paris' buttocks turned from crimson to deep purple. No part of her bottom, hips or upper thighs were left untreated. Even the crevice between her bottom cheeks were visited by the paddle, as Paris struggled from side to side, unintentionally inviting such intimate treatment.

Finally, the Headmaster stopped, inspected the damage to Paris' bottom, then made her sit on the hard chair. Paris cried uncontrollably. After a few minutes the Headmaster instructed Melanie to clean Paris up and dress her, which she did.

"Paris, you've been a spoiled brat and have never been properly disciplined, and you have thought that your parent's money could get you out of any situation. Well, that isn't the case now. You will obey prison rules and will serve out your sentence and learn a lesson from this. Do you understand?"

Paris, still crying, answered affirmatively.

"Okay, Melanie. Take Paris to her cell. She will be back here tomorrow at the same time, right?"

Paris panicked. "Tomorrow??"

"Yes, Headmaster," answered Melanie. "I will see to it myself."

"But I already got spanked! Why do I have to come back??"

"That is your sentence, Paris. You will be soundly spanked evey day you are here for the first week. After that, I will have the option to make the spanking frequency every other day, but ONLY if you are an exemplary prisoner. If you break one rule, the daily spankings continue. After the third week, the spankings can be twice weekly, but again only if you commit no offenses. By the fifth week, you will receive weekly spankings until you finish your sentence, but as I stated you can be spanked as often as necessary if you don't obey every prison rule. Is that understood?"

Paris was horrified. "Please, I can't take that!"

"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Paris was in tears again. "Yes, Sir." She hung her head.

"Okay, Melanie, she can be excused. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Sure." Then she added "Unless you need me sooner."

The Headmaster winked and Melanie blushed. She led Paris out, the excitement now driving her crazy. The cheers erupted as Paris was led down the hall.

[spanked~amber]

How fitting of a story ! Thanks for sharing it

[MichiganHeadmaster]

Originally Posted by spanked~amber

How fitting of a story ! Thanks for sharing it

Hi, Amber. Thanks for the comment.

[iwasspanked]

I was i am the paris in the story

[MichiganHeadmaster]

Originally Posted by iwasspanked

I was i am the paris in the story

Welcome, iwasspanked, and thanks for bumping the thread. I wish you were the paris in the story too.

If you get to Michigan it might happen...

[seniorspanker]

For those who would like a story, it is attached.
picture of Paris's bare bottom to go with the story, here it is.

[Redskinluver]

Originally Posted by seniorspanker

Attachment 33

Attachment 34For those who would like a story, it is attached.
picture of Paris's bare bottom to go with the story, here it is.

I am a little confused. Are you referring to another story that I don't see , or do you mean the pictures go with Michigan Headmaster's story?
Both are great pictures. Would love to her with a red bottom showing below that scanty pink bikini. And can't decide whether it should be a CB paddle, a lexan paddle, or the dreaded holey wooden paddle that her and and her pal get the seats of their birthday suits blistered with in the first picture!