Appelbaum knew what was going to happen when he reported to the Head Coach.  He was not looking forward to it at all.  Mr. Littlewood was famous – perhaps notorious would be a better epithet – for how hard he swung his dreaded Attitude Adjustor.  That was an oversized hardwood fraternity paddle that he had been using since forever.  Even the big, tough varsity jocks feared it for it was said he could make even them bawl.© Y Lee Coyote

Appelbaum’s transgression was minor.  He had forgotten his gym kit – again.  Mr. Woodrum made him do the class in his undies which really did not matter in the all boys class although he got teased some.  What mattered was the yellow chit to be presented to the Head Coach later that day.  There was a huge red THREE in the blank for the number of WHACKS.

As unpleasant a mission this was putting it off was not an option as there was a penalty fee of a whack per day automatically added.  Appelbaum scarfed down a skimpy lunch and dropped a snack pack into his backpack for later.  He steeled himself and headed for the gym and his fate.

As he turned to get to the stairs he noticed that Kittrell was in the hall behind him.  Kittrell was a bully and definitely delighted on picking on him.  He wondered if he was following to gloat at his misfortune?  When leaving the stairs Appelbaum made a point of glancing back as he headed for the gym offices.  Kittrell was definitely still there.

As he waited for Mr. Littlewood, he wrote a few words on leaf pulled from his assignment book.  When he entered the torture chamber, er, the office he did not close the door completely before handing the chit along with his note to Torquemada.  The man read them and asked if the chit was accurate and if there was anything to say before he got his paddling.

“Yes and no Sir.” he replied.

“Get into position, Appelbaum, with your pants and undies down.”

Of course he obeyed.

Coach Littlewood responded just as quickly and seemingly he instantly felt the paddle on his butt.  It was lifted up and came crashing down on target barely two seconds later. “YOWL!”

He wasn’t able to take it stoically as it hurt dreadfully.

What neither boy didn’t know was that Coach Littlewood was keeping an eye on the gap between the door and the jamb.  The second whack had the identical result on Appelbaum but there was a big surprise for Kittrell.

Coach Littlewood had spotted Kittrell spying.  He had quickly grabbed the door and forcefully pulled it into the room.  Kittrell came along as he was holding the door knob and sprawled on the floor.  There was not any chance of escape. “So you’re interested in paddling.  No fear, we can accommodate you immediately.  Get up, Kittrell.” Coach Littlewood snarled as he recognized the school bully.

Kittrell was shocked as he stood.  He immediately had fantasies of watching the miserable Appelbaum get the rest of his paddling.  Both boys were totally surprised by what followed.

“Appelbaum you may get up and dress.  Kittrell has volunteered to replace you as he is extremely interested in learning all about paddling.”  Appelbaum was more than delighted to do.  He immediately thanked his lucky star for the reprieve certain that the two whacks he had received were more than sufficient.

Kittrell was distressed at what he heard – “Replace”.  That did not sound good at all.  It got worse immediately as the command came “Kittrell drop your pants and undies and get into position so you can learn first cheek what paddling is about.”  Appelbaum stepped back and hoped he would be allowed to watch.

“The order was for three whacks and so that you get the full experience we will restart from the beginning.  Additionally, there will be a classmate witness to enhance the experience.”  Appelbaum had to struggle to keep himself in tight control not to cheer.

The Attitude Adjustor was repositioned on Kittrell’s tail and then used to deliver the three whacks specified.  If Appelbaum’s howls were loud, then Kittrell’s rated as super duper loud.  Kittrell superior cheeks were wet.

“I trust that your curiosity is satisfied, Kittrell.”

“Yes, Sir.” the boy sobbed, “May I get up now?”

“No.  Now we need to deal with the issue of spying, Kittrell.  That has earned you six whacks.”  Coach Littlewood then proceeded to apply the next three pops leaving Kittrell bawling loudly with an extremely hot red bottom.  “The school rules limit me to six whacks a day, Kittrell.  You are to return tomorrow for the remaining three.”

As the class change bell rang, both boys headed off to their next class rubbing their hot bottoms not saying a word to each other in the now busy halls.

Appelbaum was relatively happy although his butt still hurt from the two paddle whacks he had received for his ordeal was over as the chit was signed off.

Kittrell was most unhappy for his butt was aflame from the six hard whacks he had just received from the angry coach.  His chit was not signed off and he had to return tomorrow for additional whacks and he knew his ass would still be hurting then.