Tammy’s First Paddling
© 1998 Mary Catherine Whitney
All Rights Reserved.
(f/f, nc, no sex)

An email from Mary Catherine to Tammy after class on Friday

Tammy,

The Senior Council has called an emergency meeting tonight at 7:00. I will need to meet with you tomorrow night before the Freshman Mixer instead.

After much consideration, I will allow you to rethink your decision on where this meeting will take place. You may either come to my room for 14 with the door closed, or have me meet you in your room for seven with the door open. You’re very lucky that I’m giving you a chance to change your mind . . . it won’t happen twice!

Don’t forget, I will add one extra swing of Mr. Swat for every minute you’re late. And if you were thinking of making yourself scarce, just remember, I could let the Dean handle this instead!

Mary Catherine

After much thought, Tammy decided to take seven strokes from Mr. Swat with the door of her dorm room open.

The next evening, just before the Freshman Mixer

Mandy helped Mary Catherine get dressed for the mixer. The corset was laced so tightly she could barely breathe, but as she admired the results in the mirror, she knew that the look on Doug’s face when she took off her uniform later tonight in the hayloft would be worth it. She wished that the chaperones didn’t have to wear their uniforms . . . her plaid skirt and sweater just didn't do the corset and thigh high stockings justice.

Smoothing her skirt over her hips, Mary Catherine turned around just as the bell in the Quad was beginning to chime 6:00 pm. “Oh! Tammy should be waiting for us. Ready to pay her a visit Mandy?” Mary asked as she plucked Mr. Swat off the peg on the wall.

“Sure” Mandy replied as she opened the door. “Have you decided how you’re gonna handle the little rug rat yet?” “Yeah,” Mary replied as they walked down the hall toward Tammy’s room, “just follow my lead.”

The hall was filled with girls getting ready for the freshman mixer. They were full of high spirits and laughter at the prospect of getting their first good look at the boys from Saint Sebastian’s. Several girls noticed Mr. Swat in Mary Catherine’'s hand though and quickly the boisterous voices became subdued and they began whispering nervously—wide eyed as Mary and Mandy stopped at Tammy’s door. This was the first time any of the girls had seen Mary Catherine with Mr. Swat in her hand.

Mary Catherine knocked sharply on the door and announced, “Senior Advisor Entering” as she opened the door. Tammy’s roommate Claire was dressed and brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Tammy was still in her uniform as ordered. She was sitting in a straight-backed chair in front of her computer. Both girls grew very pale at the sight of Mr. Swat.

“Mandy,” Mary Catherine said as she walked over to Claire, "“why don’t you take Claire over to Lynn and Beth’s room to finish getting ready for the mixer.” Several of the more curious girls were clustered around the doorway at this point, much to Tammy’s dismay. “And as for the rest of you girls,” Mary Catherine added not turning around, “I’d suggest you go to your rooms and finish getting ready for the mixer unless you want to be confined to the dorm tonight instead of meeting the boys from Saint Sebastian’s.” That threat, to Tammy's relief, sent them quickly toward their own rooms. “At least she’s not gonna let them watch,” Tammy thought as the other girls wandered off.

“Mandy, can you patrol the hall and take the names of any girls who leave their rooms before 7:00 pm?” Mary asked. “Sure,” Mandy replied. “If they get out of hand I can go down and fetch Woody to warm them up for you.” Those ominous words got the more slow moving girls to fairly race to their rooms, doors slamming loudly behind them.

Suddenly Tammy, Mary Catherine, and Mr. Swat were alone. Mary Catherine opened the door all the way, just as Tammy feared she would.

“Well brat, you ready to count them off?” Mary Catherine was doing her best impression of the Dean and judging by the look on Tammy’s face it was dead on. Tammy, too stunned to speak, could only nod her head, flushed with embarrassment.

“Good, let’s get started then. I need to be in the auditorium soon. On your feet young lady.” Tammy scrambled off the chair, nearly ready to cry just at the thought of meeting Mr. Swat. Mary Catherine cleared off a good portion of Tammy’s desk, patted the bare wood and said, “Ok Tammy, drop drawers and assume the position.”

Tammy’s heart leapt to her throat as she turned to face the desk. Panicked she looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide she said, “Please not on the bare Mary Catherine,” she pleads. Mary reaches up and gives Tammy’s shoulder a squeeze of reassurance and shook her head slightly. As much as she’d like to give in, she knew that she had to follow through on her promise. Otherwise her girls would lose respect for her. Tammy faced forward again, closed her eyes and slowly reached under her skirt to let her panties drop around her ankles. Close to tears, she bent over the desk, gripping the sides tightly. The desk was high, and she had to stand on tiptoes to bring herself in position.

When Tammy was lying across the desk with her eyes shut, Mary Catherine lifted Tammy’s skirt with Mr. Swat and she tucked the hem into her waistband. She knew that Tammy was scared and humiliated, but she knew that she had to give this lesson for the benefit of Tammy as well as the rest of the girls. Despite herself, Mary smiled slightly as she spotted a bowl of lemons on Tammy’s desk. She didn’t have the heart to tell her that they were useless. The important thing was that Tammy believed they’d help. She’d find out soon enough that they didn’t work.

“Any last words, brat?” Mary Catherine asked as she stood behind Tammy. Her eyes shut tight, Tammy whispered, “I’m sorry Mary Catherine, I won’t gossip or make fun of anyone getting paddled ever again.” “I know you won’t do it again Tammy,” Mary said gently. “This will help you remember though what the consequences of your actions are. Now, your penalty is seven strokes. I want you to count them out loud. Ready?” Tammy was silent. “I asked if you were ready Tammy . . .” In a whisper, she replied, “Yes Mary Catherine, I’m ready.”

Mary Catherine drew back Mr. Swat with both hands like she was going for a backhand down the line on the tennis court and swung. “Tap” the paddle lightly landed on Tammy’s bottom. She was so surprised that it didn’t hurt, she nearly forgot to call it off. “Oh! One Mary Catherine!”

Mary drew back again and swung . . . “Tap”. This time Tammy wasn’t so shocked that it was just a light pat and she quickly called out, “Two Mary Catherine”. By the third swat, Mary could see Tammy visibly relax . . . . “Three Mary Catherine”. While Tammy might be sorely embarrassed that the whole hall knew she was bare-bottomed and being paddled at the moment, she had the comfort of knowing that the other girls would think she took her punishment well.

Mary Catherine smiled slightly as she let loose with number four. She remembered how she used to get taken over her desk as a freshman. All too often it had been in an unfair manner—either for an undeserved paddling or, more often, much harder than the crime had dictated. She swore she’d never be so heavy handed with her girls. “Four Mary Catherine!” Tammy called out a little louder this time, apparently realizing this was intended to be a lesson to the other girls as well. “Tap” Five Mary Catherine! . . . “Tap” . . . “Six Mary Catherine!”

Six was the normal number of swats for freshmen, but Mary Catherine had issued an extra one for Tammy's repeated bad behavior in the Senior Lounge. Mary wound up and let Mr. Swat fly . . . “Woosh, Smack, CRACK!!!!!” The seventh stroke caught Tammy hard and full across both cheeks and immediately began to raise a wide pink path that threatened to turn crimson. Tammy heard the sound and had just managed to open her mouth when the burning pain began to hit her full on. “OWWWW!!! Sssssssevvvvvvvennnn MMmmarry Caaathhheriiiineeee!!!”

Tears began to well up in Tammy's eyes as her bottom began to feel the heat of the stroke, but Tammy couldn’t bring herself to get mad at Mary Catherine. She knew that any of the other seniors would have given her ALL of the strokes that hard.

As Tammy balanced on the desk, Mary picked up a pillow and put it on Tammy’s chair. She then untucked Tammy’s skirt and let it fall. With a gentle voice Mary Catherine said “Ok Tammy, raise drawers and have a seat.” Tammy swiftly pulled up her panties, but hesitated to sit. “It's ok Tammy, trust me. With the pillow it will be a little uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt. I promise.”

Mary Catherine gave Tammy a look of reassurance and Tammy gingerly sat down. Mary was right. Her bottom smarted, but it didn’'t hurt the way she imagined when she had seen some of the older girls with red bottoms, or when she saw Susan a girl in her freshman biology class who had to stand for two whole days!

“I’m sorry I had to do that Tammy but let’s put this matter behind us, ok?” “Yes Mary Catherine,” Tammy replied somewhat tearfully. “I really am sorry!” Mary smiled and said, “I know brat, I’m always sorry when I’m on the receiving end too. Now, you’re not going to gossip or joke about this sort of thing with the other girls again, right? Because if there’s a next time, all the strokes Mr. Swat delivers will be like the last one. Is that clear?” “Yes Mary Catherine!!” Tammy said earnestly.

“Good, I’m glad we settled that. Now, I’ve decided that you don’t have to wear your uniform to the mixer after all, but to make sure this lesson sticks, you’ll be confined to your room all day tomorrow, except for morning chapel. I’ll have Claire bring up your meals. I want you to think about your behavior and the consequences of your actions. I’'ll expect you to give me a 500-word essay on this topic, neatly written before breakfast on Monday. That clear?”

Tammy looked up and gave Mary a small smile . . . “Yes Mary Catherine.” Good, now you’ve only got about half an hour to get ready for the mixer. Let’s see if we can find something for you to wear that will make those boys from Saint Sebastian’s jaws drop. Tammy gave Mary a quick hug as she got up to look through her closet. “Thanks Mary Catherine! You really are the best Senior Advisor.” Mary smiled to herself as she helped Tammy get ready. As hard as this had been, she knew she made the right choice . . .

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