Mrs. McConnal III

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Chapter Three: She Still Loved Me

For several days after Mrs. McConnal gave me those three licks I didn't smile in class, or even say a word unless I was asked a question. I stared at my desk top, not even eyeing the girls in the class, and never allowing my eyes to meet Mrs. McConnal's. Every time I looked at her when she wasn't looking I just knew that if she thought of me she would immediately picture how stupid I looked getting spanked. And I didn't think I could live with that.

After a few days of that she came to me towards the end of class and told me to come to her room after school. Well, of course, that was the command given to someone who was going to be taken to spank land. Surely she wasn't going to do THAT to me? I hadn't done anything at all to warrant even 3 licks like she gave be before, much less a spank land paddling! Still the suspicion raised its head. And since some students overheard her, the word quickly spread that Mrs. McConnal was going to take me to the teachers' lounge for a bare bottomed paddling. "About time somebody wore that kid out." I heard several girls comment. I wondered if teachers were saying the same thing for the rest of the afternoon.

It was what I had fantasized, but after feeling how bad her hand stung on the seat of my pants (just 3 licks!), I knew I didn't want her really wailing the tar out of me with a paddle. Besides she had never used a paddle on anyone. I kept telling myself that.

Besides, I hadn't done anything!

So I went in, head hanging, not so much out of fear since I really knew that she'd never really hurt me, but out of not wanting to look her in the eyes.

"Look at me." she said. I did, slowly, thinking I was going to cry again. "I know I didn't spank you that hard." She was pretty emphatic about that. "So what's the matter?"

My head dropped again. "I don't know." was all I could say.

"Well if you don't know," she responded, "then who does?"

I smiled a little, but still couldn't face her. She still waited for an answer. I answered with a broken, sheepish voice, barely audible, "I'm ashamed for you to see me."

She seemed stunned. "Why, darling?" (She called me DARLING! She did that sometimes, always in private. And I liked it. So why should I feel so terrible now?)

"Because . . . ," I said, beginning to sob, "because you'll always remember spanking me. And I'd rather you never see me again than be thinking that." I was really crying now, knowing the implications of what I had just said.

She took me in her arms again. "Well, I don't want to never see you again, Jeremy. I want you to be my friend for the rest of my life, even when I'm old and you're turning gray."

"But how can you ever love me after spanking me?" I asked, still sobbing.

"Your mother's been gone a long time, hasn't she?" she said. I nodded, still crying. "Jeremy, I would never have spanked you at all if I didn't love you. You'll be an adult soon enough, darling. But right now you're still 12. And sometimes children need a spanking from someone who loves them. Nobody spanks you do they?"

I shook my head, still unable to talk.

"And I'm sorry," she continued, "but I've never known a child who needed to be spanked more than you do." She was laughing. How could she laugh about spanking me?

I finally managed to speak. "How can you love someone that far beneath you?" I asked while still sobbing.

"You're not beneath me, Jeremy, you're in my trust. There may be times when if I don't spank you I would be doing you a disservice. In fact I think I did you a disservice when I didn't give you a real spanking the other day. I probably should have worn you out for smoking at all." she told me.

I had thought that those three licks did constitute a real spanking. Having not been spanked since I was 5, I thought those three licks hurt. I knew I couldn't imagine three serious licks with a paddle.

"But you never paddle anyone." I said, finally calming down.

"She stood back a few inches and looked me straight in the face, "I've never paddled anyone yet, but I promise you that if I do, you'll be the first." she said this smiling, as if teasing, but I detected a hint of seriousness there, too.

I smiled through the remainder of my tears. "So you do still love me?" I asked in a whisper.

She laughed and said, "You don't ever have to worry about that." She tousled my hair playfully and then got a little sterner grip on my hair and said, "But if you ever let me catch you drunk or stoned again, I will promise you a real spanking (emphasis on REAL). And it'll be a lot worse than the other day. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am." I said, not knowing for sure how seriously to take her. Would she give me 3 licks again like she did the first time? That really hurt, or so I thought. Nevertheless, I thought it a good idea not to go around her drunk and/or stoned again as I had a couple of times earlier.

I put that in the back of my mind, but was able now to live on that first spanking for several months. But since we can't actually remember pain - we can remember that something hurt, but we can't recall the physical pain if no traces of it are left - I forgot what it really felt like getting it but remembered the very positive moments that followed it readily. This even piqued my imagination for wondering what it felt like to anticipate a spanking. After all, this first time I had been taken by surprise. Now I wondered what it would feel like to know it was coming.