by Katie
My friend, Katie, tells how she first fell in love with her husband when they were at school together and he was the boy next door.
The first time Bobby kissed me I was just eight years old and standing outside the senior mistress' office awaiting my fate. I had, of course, been very naughty in class all day (not unusual for me) and my teacher, a lovely lady called Mrs. Carr, had finally lost patience and sent me to Mrs. Bowden with a note detailing my misconduct. Mrs. Bowden was busy at the time so told me to wait outside her office and she'd deal with me when she'd finished what she was doing.
Of course, that wait is the longest in a child's life – it seemed like hours. And everyone who passed guessed that I was destined for one of Mrs. Bowden's ‘specials' – a good, old fashioned hand spanking she reserved for naughty little girls. In anticipation of this happy event, my knees were knocking and tears were making their way down my cheeks.
That's when Bobby came along. He was my hero. Bobby lived next door and was just a year older than me. Perhaps because our houses were away from the main street, we nearly always played with each other, and he was very protective of me. He'd just been sent by his teacher on an errand to the school office and he stopped when he saw my distress.
He asked me what was wrong and I tearfully whispered what I thought was in store for me. He put his face close to mine and said: “Well, I hope it doesn't hurt too much. I think you're too nice to spank. I'll walk you home after school.” With which he gave me a comforting kiss on the cheek.
I realized after that he took an enormous risk doing that. If anyone had seen him kissing me he'd have been sharing my fate or worse! But even at aged nine I thought him a miniature knight in shining armour, tending a damsel in distress. I was still dizzy when Mrs. Bowden called me in and didn't hear much of her fearsome lecture on how naughty I'd been – my mind was still on my hero. I did, however, wake up enough to penetrate Mrs. Bowden's office walls with my howls as she put me over her knee, pulled back my skirt and gave my poor butt the most thorough spanking it had ever had! It seemed to go on for ever. Mrs Bowden didn't need a paddle – her hand felt just like a piece of wood!
After Mrs Bowden had finished her ministrations to my rump, she let me up and sent me to stand in the corner of her office for ten minutes. This gave me a bit of time to recover, but I was still suffering so much when I went back to class that Mrs. Carr – who really was a very nice lady – felt sorry for me and leant me an old blue cushion to sit on. Even then I spent the rest of the lesson kneeling on the cushion, as I simply couldn’t bear to sit down. I was glad school was nearly over for the day.
After school, all my classmates teased me about getting spanked but there was Bobby at the school gate to rescue me from their taunts. When we got out of sight, I showed him the damage Mrs. Bowden had done to my bottom. It was flaming red and felt as if it needed the attention of the whole fire department. But Bobby is always resourceful. He went into a shop and got some ice. We found a quiet spot and I lay over his knee while he held the ice to my burning rear. I don't know who enjoyed it the most – him or me – but it all seemed very innocent at the time. He then kissed me again before we started back home.
When I got home, Mom, who'd heard from Mrs. Carr about the spanking, gave me a good telling off and sent me to bed early. Thankfully, she didn't believe in punishing me twice, as I don't think my bottom could have stood another spanking that day, even after Bobby's well intentioned ministrations! I slept on my tummy that night, dreaming of Bobby’s kisses. They were almost worth getting spanked for! I just hoped it wouldn’t be the last time he did that!
Bobby and I remained close for some years. However, as we got into our teenage years we tended to drift apart, although we remained friends and often talked on the way to school. But it took another act of real friendship on his part to bring us together when I thought he'd be ashamed of me.
I was 15 and going through a somewhat rebellious stage and had fallen in with a sullen crowd of equally rebellious schoolmates who I thought were ‘hip'. Bobby had warned me that I'd be in trouble if I associated with them but I told him he was a boring old square and told him to get lost. Looking back, I realize I had no regards for his feelings whatever – the boy who'd been my steadfast friend.
Anyway, my three ‘friends' that day decided it was time for me to learn to smoke. I was uneasy about this but peer pressure prevailed and we gathered behind a shed in the school grounds. I was nervous – smoking was something unheard of in our house – but somewhat excited at the prospect of the forbidden unknown.
My friends all lit up and I put my first cigarette to my lips – and exploded in a fit of coughing! I thought I was going to throw up. My friends told me to shut up but I couldn't help it. Unfortunately for us, my coughing and spluttering was overheard by a teacher who was passing and, seeing the smoke, came and caught us red-handed with cigarettes in our hands. Our hearts sank. We knew we would be reported to the principal, which would probably mean a paddling.
My friends were furious with me for getting them into trouble (as they saw it) and did not speak to me the rest of the day. We were told to report to the lady principal, Mrs. Kelly, during the last lesson. Mrs. Kelly was a fierce lady who had the reputation of being a ‘good paddler' by those who had experienced her painful ministrations. I was so frightened that I was in tears throughout that afternoon's school at the thought of it.
As I made my way to the dread chamber where I knew my butt would again suffer great agonies at the hands of a heartless woman, I bumped into Bobby. History was repeating itself! He asked me what was up and, feeling I hadn't a friend in the world at that moment, I tearfully confessed to my old mate. He gave me a somewhat reproachful look and said: “Well, Katie, you've been very silly and broken the rules. Now you've to take what's coming to you. But I do hope it doesn't hurt too much.”
I told him that was a forlorn hope, but he told me to be brave. Then (incredibly) he again gave me a comforting kiss on the cheek and said he'd wait for me at the school gate to see me home.
My knight in shining armour (much bigger now) had come to comfort me again in time of need! My heart was singing as I walked up the corridor, only to be brought once again down to earth as we were shown into Mrs. Kelly's office. The other girls listened to her lecture in stony silence but I was bubbling my eyes out. I just couldn't stop myself – a mixture of shame at what I'd done and fear of the consequences about to happen.
When the lady principal finally brought the paddle out, even my companions' façade crumbled and they howled like babies as she laid into them, one by one. Unfortunately, I was the last in line and had to watch this performance. When my turn came, the other girls had gone. Mrs. Kelly said what a poor choice I had made in associating with that group but I was now going to find out the hard way what it meant to mix with bad company.
I tearfully bent over the desk and squealed and shrieked as she gave me six terrific swats on the back of my thin skirt. They made Mrs. Bowden's spanking of six years before seem like fly bites! My butt felt as if was on fire as I ran, clutching it, from the office. I was glad it was the end of school, as nothing would have induced me to sit down!
My erstwhile friends had vowed to get me after school for, as they saw it, getting them spanked, but when they saw Bobby waiting for me they melted away. He was a very good athlete and they and their little gang didn't want to mess with him. I ran to him and he held me tight. I said, “Thanks for waiting, Bobby, but please mind my butt!”
He smiled faintly and said; “I don't think you'll want to show me the damage this time, will you? Shall I get you some ice?”
I told him that I thought my butt would melt the whole of Antarctica at that moment, but he bought some ice and this time I applied it myself to my butt as we walked home. I had to smile, however, through my tears; at the way history was repeating itself. This indeed, seemed like destiny.
I was more concerned, however, as to how to tell my mom before she heard from the principal I had been paddled. Bobby advised me to make a full confession to her and take what punishment was coming.
I said to him: “Thanks for being such a good friend. I'm sorry I've been so stupid. When my butt recovers from what Mrs. Kelly has done to it (and maybe what Mom is going to do as well), you can spank me yourself if you like!”
He laughed and said he might just take me up on that if I ever did anything like that again! Then we kissed and I realized how much he meant to me. I kissed him again and realized something else – I had just fallen in love with the boy next door!
Mom was very cross with me but I think my prompt and tearful confession saved me from another spanking from her. When I showed her my flaming red bottom, she said I deserved to have been punished severely, that Mrs. Kelly had saved her a job, and that she hoped I'd learned my lesson. However, she grounded me for a month for associating with the wrong people and said that any infringements of the rules she'd laid down would bring rapid retribution to my long-suffering hindquarters. She did, however, make an exception for church on Sundays and also the youth group, which I'd somewhat allowed to slide in my short-lived teenage rebellion. I realized it was her way of making an opportunity for me to get back in line.
Bobby came round that evening. He'd been working at his job at the store and came in with a bunch of flowers. I was in my dressing gown about to go to bed early (one of Mom's new rules) and sitting on three cushions, but I got up to hug him. Mom muttered something to Bobby about naughty girls not deserving flowers, but I could see she was smiling in spite of herself. She was cross with me but not cross enough deny me my moment of young love.
At youth group that week some of the other kids were stand-offish with me as they'd heard I'd been naughty, but Bobby was by my side to act as my protector. I soon got integrated back into the group and my romance with Bobby continued to grow. We were now not just best friends – we were in love and dating regularly.
Well, you can guess the rest. Bobby and I got married quite young and have had a great – though not perfect – marriage. One of the people we invited to our wedding was Mrs. Carr, my old teacher, who I'd kept up with because she didn't live very far from us. I sometimes used to go round for tea and we'd become friends.
Just before the wedding she invited Bobby and me round to wish us well. Then she gave us a parcel, to be opened when we came back from honeymoon. In it, we found, was the old blue cushion from school she'd kindly leant me years ago, with a note that said: ‘Katie, if you are as naughty for Bobby as you were for me in my class, you may be needing this!'
Bobby laughed, looked at his hand and patted my butt. “I should keep that cushion, Katie!” he said.
So I did. But of course, I've never needed it. Well, not very often!
