It was a blizzard of monumental proportions that caused the district to have several snow days which in addition to an excess of the usual others caused the school year to drop below the state mandated school days minimum. The district decided to delay the start of the spring break by two days to make up for it which led to the unusual event.© Y Lee Coyote
The original plan for the Mayhall family was to attend their clan gathering starting with the long drive on Thursday. The parents decided that their sons, seventeen-year-old Thad and his two-year-younger brother Jake, should not miss two school days and that they were surely old enough to stay by themselves for a night and then take the Friday evening train to join them.
It was in Thursday’s history class that Thad got into trouble. He disagreed with the teacher. That, in itself, would not have been bad but he persisted and argued at length, say we say, most vehemently. He went way past the point of reason and Mr. Kerstetter gave him a discipline referral.
VP Ellensen was not pleased to have to deal with Thad Mayhall in the least. It was not the first time, or even the third that the offense was insubordination. He lectured and scolded about proper behavior and expounded on how to disagree with a teacher but it then boiled down to this. “Mayhall the only way left is to deal with you like we did in the past.
“Unfortunately I am no longer able to use the paddle. Come back for a letter to your parents after the last bell. It will explain that you are suspended until you get an appropriate spanking. Report back to me when you do. Dismissed.”
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That evening the brothers talked.
“There no point telling you that the folks will be royally pissed at this. You need to get your butt roasted by the first bell tomorrow and show it to Ellensen. Dad isn’t here nor is Uncle Wade. Your bud’s dad is anti-CP so he won’t. Is there anyone else you can ask and persuade to do it? And as in loco parentis also sign that letter?” expounded Jake getting directly to the crux of the matter.
“Fuck NO!”
“What was the last thing the folks said to us when they went off this morn?”
“Keep out of trouble”?
“No. It was ‘Watch out for each other like a parent.’ Sort of being in charge of each other effectively like those special Latin words. Now you won’t like this but I can paddle your ass and sign the note and even go see that bitch of a VP with you. And, as a bonus we don’t have tell the folks.”
“I don’t know…” mussed Thad.
“The other option is a day of suspension and a long wait to get paddled and the folks extremely pissed at you.”
“You make a good point, Jake.”
“Waiting is a nonstarter so we can do it two other ways. Here and you show your apple red checks in the office or I give you your pops in his office. Probably can do less that way since the bitch will get hard and maybe even mess his pants.”
“Now what will it be – here at home or there in school?” asked Jake.
Which do you chose?
Let’s do it here.
“OK. Get dad’s frat paddle please, then drop ‘em and bend over the couch.” When Thad was in position, Jake found his. “Sorry Big Brother to have to do this.” and delivered the first pop. A wide red stripe formed as Thad grunted at the pain.
Jake continued his grim task delivering six hard pops which Thad took stoically as a man. Then Jake gave his brother a great big hug and apologized as best he could.
“We’ll see the bitch in the morning.”
They pushed past the receptionist insisting that VP Ellensen ordered them to report the first thing.
“Good morning, sir. Please look at my rear end.” And he turned and mooned the VP. “Here is the letter signed.”
“Neither of your parents signed this.”
“But they left my brother in charge of me so he signed as in loco parentis. Now we must rush to our classes, sir.” Thad said and the brothers dashed off greatly relieved that the ordeal was over.
Let’s do it there.
They pushed past the receptionist insisting that VP Ellensen ordered them to report the first thing. Once in the office, Jake took out the paddle while Thad explained that he was in loco parentis and would do the deed here and now.
“I’m not sure about this.” the VP said but the brothers ignored him and carried on. Thad dropped his pants and boxers and leaned over the visitors’ armchair.
“Ready.” he said bravely.
Jake reacted quickly and started the paddling. Each pop reverberated in the small office and the target turned red. Jake kept an eye on the VP who had stood up and noticed that his pants were tented. With the sixth pop he said “That is the required six. You may get up.”
As Thad pulled up his pants he said “I trust that closes the matter Mr. Ellensen.”
“Eight is the proper count, Mayhall, for repeated insubordination.” he said recalling the old punishment schedule.
“Our father has specified that six is the maximum until we’re twenty, sir. You specified a home style punishment in your letter.” replied Jake firmly.
The brothers left the shocked VP and once in the hall felt relieved that it was over. They made a stop in restroom to clean up and apply Sportscreme® and then hurried to class.
VP Ellensen just sat in his office gobsmacked. After a while he rescinded the suspension. The memory of that hot red rump distracted him for days.
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On the train, Jake advised his brother “If you don’t want everyone to know that you got paddled you best not fidget. And use the Sportscreme® again as it will help.”