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This story involves the nonconsensual spanking of a teenaged girl both in school and at home. It is set in the mid seventies in an unnamed Canadian city. Strapping was being phased out starting in the seventies in Canadian publically funded schools but it still happened. Spanking in foster homes and group homes was officially not allowed but it also happened. Unofficially it was simply ignored. I am writing as a female character as a thought expariment.

The day started out well. It had been two months since my last spanking. Finally Eric had been
spanked, and in front of several other kids. We had all smiled at that. No one had any sympathy
for him. A couple of the others had been spanked as well. And until today, Eric and I were "tied"
for most spankings at 2 apiece. I didn't think that was anything to be proud of.

But the day was not going to end well. it started with lunch time. I was jogging around the school
when two boys started pushing me and punching me. I pushed back and punched one hard. I
knocked him down and the other one went running. i really should have left the one on the floor
alone but i was mad.

I sat on him and started punching his face. A teacher broke the fight up and hauled us off to the
principal's office. Thats when the trouble really started. I tried to explain that I was just defending
myself. Mr. Burns said that I had gone too far. if I had stopped with the knockdown punch he
could let me off as that, but, since I kept hitting him, I was just as guilty as he was. That meant
that we would both be getting the strap after school. I gasped in horror.

I would be getting three on each palm. since the boy was the instigator, he would be getting six
on each hand. Strapping was rare nowadays but still happened. It had to be something real
serious and the parents or gardians had to be notified.

Guardians had to be notified. O. MY. GOD.

It was a long afternoon, but finally the dismissal bell came. But not before the two of us were
summoned to the Principal's Office. I volunteered to take my strapping first. the strap in this
case was an old doubled-up belt.

I held my hand out at waist height. The ffirst stroke was really painful. I gasped and cried out a
bit. The second and third strokes were just as bad. There were tears in my eyes by the time I had
to switch hands. The last three were just as hard, and i was crying by the time it was all done. I
could see the look of contempt on the boy's face as I went past him and into the hallway. I cried
softly as I packed my things from my locker and headed out the door.

As I walked to the bus stop all i could think of was "guardians had to be notified." Who was going to
be home? would I get it again? Who would give it to me? Then I felt a punch. it was the other boy.

I grabbed his arm with one hand and decked him with a left hook to the jaw. I walked away.
Yes, I learned my lesson, I thought grimly. but was there going to be more "lesson?" All
I could think of on the bus was how bad would the spanking be.

I would soon find out just how bad it would be. George was on duty when I got home. That
really made me feel sick. I still remembered how hard he spanked. he called me into the
study as soon as he saw me. We both knew what the conversation was going to be about.

I showed him the palms of my hands. They no longer showed any marks. He lectured me on
fighting but also give me pointers on defending myself in a streetfight. But then he said that
he would spank me.

My heart sank, even though I knew it was coming. I took my jeans and panties down without a
fuss and draped myself over his lap. he held onto me tightly. It didn't take long for his hand to
start raining down on me. I started crying with the first spank, and they came hard and fast.

If anything, he spanked harder and faster this time. I grabbed onto the chair legs and bawled.
I knew I deserved what i was getting. He spanked on and around the sit spot. He definitely
knew what he was doing. My god it hurt. This was the hardest spanking of my life. Maybe
2 spanks a second and very hard. With his big hands, he was easily able to cover both
cheeks.

i was very weak when he finally stopped. I was sobbing and tears were streaming down my
face. My god it hurt. But I felt better somehow. Purged. it was a good half hour before I
could stop crying. he held me in his lap and I hugged him tight. I cried into his neck. We
talked for a while about why what I did was wrong.

but finally it was over and I went upstairs to wash up. Everyone knew why the spanking
happened so I got some sympathetic looks at supper. I knew that I did not want another
spanking, especially not from him. And I was right. That was the last spanking I got there.

After another couple months I was moved to a new placement. By the time I left, I was in a
three way tie for most spankings at 3, but really I got the most because no one else got
the strap at their school.

So far all three have been very interesting

I am glad you found them interesting, champagne. I hope you will find the subsequent three equally so. I guess this means that I had better start writing the seventh story sometime soon!