SSC07-02: Conversation with Mr. BB [M/t, spank, paddle] [child] (501 words)

This story is fiction and deals with a school-type spanking. If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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Conversation with Mr. BB
By
Y Lee Coyote

Edger Barnhill stood for some time in the middle school locker room instead of being in his study hall. He was staring at the paddle hanging on the wall by the coach's office. He had turned fourteen a few months ago and in another month would move on to high school. Now, three times a week for 116 weeks, he had passed this spot and had seen the coach's butt buster. Several times he had heard the discussions that it had with other boys. It always said the same thing: "WHACK!" It had a tendency to stutter. The responses were variations of yelps that a kicked cur makes. Edger never had a discussion with Mr. BB.

For almost a year now, Edger had considered how it would be if he was sent to the coach for a discussion with Mr. BB. How he would have to take IT off the wall, knock on the office door and enter. The coach would, naturally, know why he was there as soon as he saw IT in his hand. There wouldn't be any need for discussion. Rumor had it that unless one had a great reason and got out of being paddled completely, discussion was definitely counterproductive. Would he be a man or a baby?

Suddenly he dashed for the john and emptied his bladder for the second time in the hour. Pulling up his jockstrap, like a warrior girding up one's loins, gave him the courage to actually do what he decided he had to. He rushed back, grabbed Mr. BB and knocked on the door of doom.

He had heard what the proper protocol was many times although he had never been standing in the coach's office with Mr. BB in his hand. "Sir, I reported doing six laps to Mr. Patzer when I only did five for track practice yesterday." The penalty was listed in the chart -- six pops.

"Any explanation or excuse?"

"No, Sir." Edgar responded offering the paddle to the coach.

The coach, wise in the ways of fourteen year old males knew what the youth was thinking, said: "Position, Barnhill." The boy complied. He stood on the painted footprints, dropped his gym shorts and bent over.

Mr. BB spoke in its usual staccato with six sharp pops on Edgar's butt. Edgar tried to be silent but lost more of his resolve with each pop until he howled for the last. He was glad that his classmates were not in the locker room listening. He was the first on the field that day. The track was still soaked from the rain two days before so he knew he had goofed.

After practice there was the distinctive colored slip taped to his locker so everyone knew of his paddling. In the showers, Edgar proudly showed off his still rosy butt to his admiring classmates. He boasted how he had remained silent through the ordeal.

For the rest of his life, he wondered if the coach had known he had lied.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. July 20, 2007

Ah the rite of passage for a teenage boy. Could he earn his stripes (almost literally!) ?  This was quite a well constructed story of a boy's tussle with his fears and an urge to prove himself and having to lie to do so.

The story was hindered by one or two grammar anomalies and a slightly 'documentary' style. I felt the author could have built up the drama a little more but maybe I'm being picky. Nice effort.

I liked this Americanized version of the British boys' school caning experiences.  The whole stiff upper-lipped acceptance of punishment, followed by the proud display of marks, had a certain male bonding feel to it that fascinates me.  Taking a paddling out of sheer curiosity is an interesting ... and believable ... concept, especially when given that the opportunity may never again present itself.  I *could* happen, and so the story works.

This story hit some hot buttons for me, which I'm not sure is good or bad. It wasn't the thought of the boy actually, because I can put myself into the place of any person in a story who's about to "get it".  Maybe the wording did it, all I know is that it got to that place that not all stories can with me.  Very nice!

For the first half of this story I kept wondering if the boy's name was Edgar, or actually 'Edger' as it was spelled. Halfway through the spelling suddenly changed and I found out it WAS Edgar. A small thing but it kept catching my attention when I read. If you are going to have a repetitive typo in a story it's probably best if it's not the lead character's name.

There were a few lines I liked, such as: 'It always said the same thing: "WHACK!" It had a tendency to stutter.' And the last line where you find out he actually lied to get paddled. I also liked the set-up. The boy clearly wanted to have the experience, but at the same time was scared to death and had to work up the courage.

I must say this story brought quite a smile to my face. However, while being in school I have honestly never saw a student who actually wanted a paddling. They got them yes, but it did not mean they actually wanted to receive them. Nevertheless, I must say it makes for excellent reading.

This was well written by an author who knows how to write and get the point and emotions across in such a limited space. Great work! Hope to read more like this.