Tammy’s Diary
© 1998 Dean Andrew Michaels
All Rights Reserved.
(A Nonspank Story)

Tammy Adams sat in her introduction to computer skills class just after lunch. She looked out the window of the computer lab and sighed loudly. It was a beautiful fall afternoon and she was stuck inside, listening to Ms. McKay go on and on about moving and renaming files. Tammy was bored stiff; this class was WAY too easy for her. She honestly didn’t know why all freshmen were required to take this class. Ms. McKay didn’t know it, but yesterday afternoon Tammy was using the computer in her room to break into the local phone company computer instead of doing her algebra homework.

She was working on getting into the school computer next, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to work her way through the password protection layer yet. Tammy had been using a computer for years. Like most days, Tammy was ready to fall asleep, so she slipped a zip disk into her computer and clicked on a file simply marked Volume III. It was her diary, which was password protected in case it should fall into the wrong hands. She knew the girls on her floor well enough by now to know that they’d blab any secret that came their way. Keeping an eye on Ms. McKay, Tammy opened her file and started to type away . . .

Dear Diary,

Today sucks so much! I mean it totally bites! I haven’t even been here a month yet and already it looks like I’m in for a paddling. That little suck up Jenny got me into SOOOOOO much trouble and thanks to her it looks like I’m going to get paddled! Paddled! I’'ve never even been spanked before diary! It’s just NOT fair!!!!!!!

You see, it all started last night. Someone got a royal spanking last night on the floor after lights out. Claire and I were all in bed talking away about oh a half an hour after we were supposed to have been asleep when we heard it start. At first we couldn’t quite tell what it was, but Claire said it sounded like someone being spanked! She should know because they spank at Saint Anthony’s, which is where she went to school for the last three years. Can you imagine diary, spanked as if we were six or something?! As if! Anyway I had been telling Claire about my trip to Europe last summer with Daddy, but our curiosity got the best of us and we headed out into the hallway.

The “noise” was coming out of our Senior Advisor’s suite. We couldn’t really hear anything clearly because the door was closed, but that in itself was kinda unusual. Mary Catherine usually keeps her door open a little at night so she can hear any of us if we have bad dreams or stuff like that. It’s really lame, but a lot of the girls are so childish! I’d never cry myself but a bunch of them have been really homesick.

Anyway, it was kind of muffled because of the door, but it was definitely a slapping sound. After awhile there was another noise, at first it was really faint but then it kind of got louder and you could tell it was little yelps after the slapping sound. As the yelps got louder we started to hear somebody crying. The slaps seemed to get faster and louder and as it did the crying got louder. By this time most of the girls were out of their rooms gathered around the door. Most looked like they were seeing a ghost or something! Everyone was wide-eyed with their mouths open! A couple of them were even crying (what babies!) I was giggling and acting like I was crying and rubbing my bottom. To be honest diary I was kind of scared too, but I wasn’t about to let any of them know it!

By this time everyone was down at the end of the hallway. I mean with all the racket going on in there it was no wonder we all wanted to know what was happening! The big question of course was “Who’s in there?” None of us could remember Mary Catherine, our Senior Advisor, ordering anyone to her room after lights out, in fact she wasn’t even around after dinner last night. Dean Michaels said she wasn’'t feeling well so he led our weekly floor meeting yesterday. So with everyone out in the hall it wasn’t long before we figured the only one missing was Jenny. Stacy tried to lie for her and said she had gone down to grab a bite to eat but I knew better! The next morning was the clincher; by the time we had gotten up Jenny was already showered and dressed! I figured it was because she didn’t want us all to see her reddened backside. She claimed she had set her clock wrong and had just gotten up an hour early! Yea, right, no one gets up early without a good reason around here!

Anyway I teased the little suck up until we got into the dining hall. She is so easy to tease! She was getting red and flustered and stuttering, which just proves it was her in with Mary Catherine. Anyway Mary heard us . . . no wait, heard HER because she started yelling (what a baby!) and the Senior told us to report to the Senior Lounge in Old Main after breakfast. When we walked in a bunch of seniors were in there and looked down their noses at us like we were Martians or something. I guess they expected us to pee in our panties or something, Jenny looked like she was about to, but I didn’t. In fact it didn’t bother me, after all I am prettier than all of them, talk about the dog pound!

So Mary Catherine comes in and starts scolding us. I’ve told you about our Senior Advisor before, she is like one of the top girls in her class. I mean I have to admit I admire her. She’s really nice to us, but she’s no pushover. I remember meeting some of the other seniors during orientation and I think she is sort of really a go by the rules kind of Senior, but she’s still nice to us. She doesn’t yell and she always explains things to us and doesn’t try to scare us like some of the other SA’s. Up until now I kind of thought she was really soft—a pushover—but not after today!

I have to admit that I was scared diary. I mean here it is the first month of and already I’ve been called up by my SA. Fortunately Jenny just about lost it. She was blubbering about how it wasn’t her fault and how I had caused the whole thing. Like I said she is such a baby! Then Mary Catherine started talking about paddling and that’s when I really got scared. I mean I felt so helpless, I wasn’t even hearing what she was telling us or asking me; all I could think about is the fact that she was actually thinking about paddling us. I’ve seen that paddle and it really looks hard. I’ve been in to clean her room twice so far; I don't actually clean I leave that to the other girls but I usually just go through her stuff to see what she has. But I’ve noticed that paddle, she named it Mr. Swat which is sooooo funny, but believe me it doesn’t look like a joke. It’s so thick and heavy! God I just can’t imagine her actually using that thing on us. How does the school allow it?

Anyway I got really scared. I wouldn’t tell anyone else but you diary, I even started to cry I got so scared. I mean she was talking about it and what it would feel like. At first I was just kind of mad at Jenny for getting me in trouble but after a while I have to admit diary I was just plain scared. But I didn’t tell any of the girls about it, they would think I was a big chicken if they found out. Jenny won’t tell, she knows I’ill kick her butt royally if she tells on me!

Anyway after awhile I was just quiet. But Jenny, Miss suck up, was royally digging a hole for herself. I was like, you go Jenny! Get the heat off me! It kind of worked it seemed like Mary Catherine forgot about me and was just telling Jenny to keep quiet, she didn’t <smiles> and ended up with 4 days of silence. That is such a stupid punishment! I mean like you’re not going to talk to your friends when the Seniors aren’t around?! Anyway after a while it was like I wasn’t there. But at the end when she dismissed Jenny, that’s when she told me to stay.

It wasn’t much fun after that. About the only thing I remember was the fact that I felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest. That’s how hard it was beating. She asked me what I would do in my situation? God that is such a stupid question! Hmm . . . yeah like I’m going to tell her to beat my butt with a paddle, yea right! Anyway diary I guess she had already made up her mind, I was going to get the paddle. But she gave me a choice and that was what was so hard. Six with the door open or 12 with the door closed. I almost gagged I was so scared when she said that. I’m not kidding diary I was going to just throw myself on the floor and beg her to forgive me, I mean really I was that scared. But I knew it wasn’t going to do any good. At that time of night it isn’t lights out, some of the girls are in study hall or the library or the common room on the second floor, so they might not know it’s me in there. I couldn’t figure out which was worse. I couldn’t answer even when she said this was my last chance to make a choice so she raised it to seven or 14! I knew I had to decide before she made it any higher! That's why I took the 14 but to be honest with you diary when it was happening I was just numb to the whole thing. It was like a dream; it wasn’t like it was happening to me.

I was so confused, Mary Catherine wasn’t yelling at me, she seemed really concerned, like when she asks me about my homework or when she just stops in the room to say hi and see how I’m doing. But she was talking about paddling me! How could she, doesn’t she know what that feels like? I wanted to hate her, but I couldn’t. Like I said she’s so nice, but if she paddles me well then she is just a mean-hearted bitch!

It wasn’t until I went to class that it really hit me. I mean I sat there and thought of having to get 14 swats of that paddle. I kept thinking back to last week in Mary’s room. I’d taken the paddle down and smacked Claire when she was bending over making the bed. I didn’t even swing it that hard but I could tell it really hurt her, she turned red and was really pissed, she even looked like her eyes kind of watered. I didn’t swing hard diary, honest, it was just like a little tap! I can just imagine what would happen if someone swung that thing hard. Oh diary what do I do! Fourteen, I’m going to die!!! She won’t really do it will she?

I decided to come back to my room and change into my winter wool uniform skirt after my second period class, and put on a double pair of panties. At least that was the plan, but things got even worse.

On the way back I ran into Mandy, that’s Mary Catherine's best friend. I don’t think she likes me very much diary. Anyway she gave me grief for being in the hallway during class, she threatened to tell my Senior. She is sooooooo mean!

Then she started teasing me about the paddling. Any hope I had of getting out of it went out the window when she started talking about it. She said Mary Catherine paddles real hard and she has every intention of giving me all 14 swats. She was just trying to scare me, but it made me so mad because it was working, I mean it’s a form of torture to tease someone who is going to get paddled! How can anyone joke about that? She even imitated what it would be like, she acted like she was swinging the paddle.

I got so scared I kind of lost it and yelled at her. I told her it wouldn’t hurt all that much cause I would have my wool skirt on. Oh diary that’s when she told me that I wasn’t going to have anything on! I couldn’t believe it. I just started crying when she said that. I can’t believe that, I still don’t, but I’m too afraid to ask anyone! Anyway I guess she took pity on me after that because she saw me crying and gave me a hug and told me it happens to everyone. It wasn’t that much consolation but at least she wasn’t teasing me anymore. Then she gave me some advice, she told me if you rub lemon on your bottom right before the paddling it doesn’t hurt so much. Something in the lemon numbs your butt. I mean that sounds crazy to me but she sounded really sincere about it. Now I just have to find some lemons before tonight.

That’s if I decide to stay. I just want to call Daddy and ask him if I can come home. I know he worries because his job is dangerous and he’s not at home a lot but I don’'t want to be paddled! Oh diary I don’t know what to do. I can’t imagine reporting to her room knowing she is going to make me cry. Will I pass out? I’m afraid I might get sick or pee or something cause I’m so scared. I’ll be the laughingstock of the floor. Maybe I should just run away, I mean really run away right after dinner. I can’t go through with this!

Tammy suddenly stopped and looked around. Ms. McKay was talking about what file extensions were and reminded them about their quiz on Monday. Tammy saved the file and took out the zip disk. Class was almost over. Tammy sighed and tried to decide what to do. She looked at the clock and thought to herself, “I have until tonight to get to the kitchen and find some lemons . . .”

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