The Strickhand Chronicles 1: An Old Era Returns (M/m, M/b nc, paddle) by Nialos Leaning copyright 1998 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must retain in their entireties the following statements: "The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story primarily depicts the repeated paddling of a twelve- year-old boy by the school Disciplinarian. If also depicts part of the paddling of a thirteen-year-old boy. This story also peripherally involves the disciplining of various other lower and middle school students. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material do not read further, and do not save this story." "If you don't like stories of this nature, then do not read this story. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material." "This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones or personally engages in any such behavior." "This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two." "Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." ************************ The Strickhand Chronicles: An Old Era Returns (M/m, M/b nc, paddle) by Nialos Leaning "James O'Brien, come here," ordered Miss Keever. "Yes, ma'am," twelve-year-old Jimmy responded. Reluctantly, he started toward his seventh grade history teacher' desk. "Your report is completely unacceptable, young man," the teacher informed her student. "Did I not instruct everyone to use at least three sources of information?" "Yes, ma'am, you did." "And how many did you use?" "Just one." "How many pages did I say to write?" Miss Keever continued her interrogation. "Four to six," a barely audible Jimmy said. "How long was your report?" "Three pages." "On top of that, none of your homework the past week has been complete." "I'm sorry, I'll do better," replied the dejected Jimmy. He was caught, and he knew it. Last week, his parents had given him a new computer for his birthday. He'd been spending so much time playing with it he hadn't been able to devote the necessary time and effort on his report or homework. Now he would pay the price. Miss Keever let out a sigh. "Jimmy, I'm disappointed in you. I know you're capable of doing much, much better. You always have up to now." "Yes, ma'am" Jimmy said for what to him seemed the hundredth time. "I think a visit with Mr. Strickhand is just the medicine you need," pronounced his teacher. Jimmy let out a gulp. His heart felt like it was in his stomach. The rest of the class gasped. "Please, Miss Keever, don't!" pleaded a suddenly desperate Jimmy as his teacher wrote on a slip of paper. "It's too late for that," replied Miss Keever. "Betty, please escort Jimmy to room 7B and give this slip to Mr. Strickhand. You're to be his room monitor till lunch time." "Yes ma,am!" gleefully replied Elizabeth St. James. The always perky thirteen-year-old was glad that she would miss the next two periods of class and that she would see Jimmy the snot's impending doom. * * * It was at yesterday's assembly that Mr. Johnsbury, Headmaster of the Whitney Schools, introduced the middle school to Mr. Strickhand. "Today, as in the past," said the Headmaster, "Whitney is famous for its high academic standards. For all but the last twenty years, we were also well known for our strict standard of behavior and ready willingness to soundly discipline errant students." "Punishments consisted primarily of spanking and paddling," contributed Mrs. Leland, the middle school Principal, "These were given the old fashioned way, on the bare bottom, often in front of fellow students." An audible murmur rose from the student body at this last comment. "Your parents," continued Mr. Johnsbury, "have demanded that we return to those traditions. With Mr. Strickhand as our new Disciplinarian for the lower and middle schools, a new era begins. Or perhaps I should say, an old era returns." * * * Approaching the open door of 7B Jimmy clearly heard the unmistakable sounds of a paddle striking a bare bottom. A boy was loudly screaming and crying. Entering the room with Betty, Jimmy saw that the howling boy was his friend Billy Crofton. The thirteen-year-old was bent over the teacher's desk, feet barely touching the floor. As Jimmy watched in horrified fascination, Mr. Strickhand rapidly applied eight more hard paddle spanks to Billy's bare bottom. Billy's behind was a very dark red, in a few places bordering on purple. "Okay," said Mr. Strickhand, "get up and join the others by the windows." "Yes, sir," replied the still crying Billy. He immediately got up and went toward the class room windows. Jimmy now noticed, to his astonishment, that four kids were lined up along the windows. All were facing the room, hands behind their heads. Two were boys, one from the middle school, the other from the lower school. Both were naked from the waist down, privates on display to all in the room. A lower school girl was likewise bare below the waist. A middle school girl was completely naked, giving everyone a show of her budding breasts as well as her genitals. Anyone outside passing by the windows would have an excellent view of all four bare bottoms. Billy quickly got in position next to his companions. Jimmy observed, that both Billy and the other middle school boy had pubic hair, unlike himself. While their genitals weren't anywhere near the size of the teenagers Jimmy had seen, they were about twice the size of his own. Between his legs, Jimmy was still very much the little boy. "Billy," said Mr. Strickhand, crumbling a sheet of paper, "in ten minutes, when Karen tells you, you're to go back to your desk and write this again." "Yes sir," replied the still sobbing Billy. "For your sake," continued the Disciplinarian, "I hope you do it satisfactorily this time. I don't think you'd enjoy a third paddling." "No sir," Billy managed to blurt out. Jimmy now registered that there were seven students sitting at desks. All were writing. Like those at the windows, all were bottomless, the older girls were also topless. All had tear stained faces, most were still crying and sniffling. Turning his attention to the newcomers, Mr. Strickhand asked, "Yes, how can I help you two?" With trembling hands, Betty handed over Miss Keever's slip. "Welcome, Betty," Mr. Strickhand greeted. "Why don't you take a seat over there with my other monitors, Karen, David and Matt." "Thank you, sir," Betty replied as she joined her fellow monitors. Karen and David were from the lower school, Matt the middle school. "You're welcome," responded the Disciplinarian. "Your job is to keep an eye on these bad boys and girls for me, escort them back to their rooms, and assist me anyway I ask." "Yes, sir," came Betty's response. Mr. Strickhand no longer seemed so terrible or scary to her. "Sir," interjected Karen, "Billy has an erection!" Glancing over at the now red faced boy, Mr. Strickhand commented, "well, so he does. I guess that's his little problem, not ours." At the Disciplinarian's remark about "little," Billy's face turned even redder. Mr. Strickland shifted his attention to Jimmy. "Young man," he ordered, "you have ninety seconds to be out of your pants and underpants. You're to place them in this bag. David will keep time." "Yes, sir," a now tearful Jimmy answered. A thoroughly embarrassed Jimmy placed his clothes in the bag just as David shouted, "time!" Taking the bag from Jimmy, Mr. Strickhand wrote the boy's name on it. He put it with a collection of other bags behind his desk. "This won't do," said the Disciplinarian as he grabbed the tail of Jimmy's shirt. "No covering up allowed." Quickly he had Jimmy's shirt pinned up front and back, well above the mortified boy's bottom and genitals. "How old are you?" asked Mr. Strickhand. "Twelve, sir," replied the lightly sobbing Jimmy. "Right, then, I think twenty-four smacks of the paddle is the proper dose for you. Bend over the desk, just like Billy did." Jimmy positioned himself. Without warning, the first paddle stroke landed on his left bottom cheek. "OWWW!" screeched out Jimmy. A few seconds later, the paddle landed on Jimmy's right cheek, eliciting another shriek of pain from the hapless seventh grader. A few seconds later, the paddle descended onto his right side again. Every few seconds, the paddle continued to find its target. Before long, Jimmy was screaming at each blow. By the tenth attack on his bare and now red behind, Jimmy was sounding a constant wailing. By the twenty-fourth and final spank, Jimmy was blaring out a horrendous howling. His bottom was very red, very hot and very sore. "Get up," commanded Mr. Strickhand. "Go join the others by the windows. Matt will call you in ten minutes to go to a desk." As the still loudly crying Jimmy went toward the windows, Karen announced, "Billy, time." As they passed, the two friends grimaced at each other. Jimmy situated himself by a window, hands on head, red bottom facing the outside, his genitals facing the room. The blush on his face was as red as his bottom. Billy sat at a desk and began writing. * * * The night before, Jimmy had discussed the new Disciplinarian with his parents. "We know all about Mr. Strickhand," said his father. "We met him at the parent-teacher night last week," said his mother. "By the way," added his father, "starting tomorrow, your teachers can also spank for misdeeds not serious enough to be sent to Mr. Strickland." "We're warning you right now," his mother cautioned, "that if a teacher has to spank you, you'll get the same when you get home." "If you get sent to Mr. Strickhand," his father informed, "you'll get double whatever he gives you." * * * Jimmy spent an agonizingly slow ten minutes at the window. He desperately wanted to rub his bottom, but knew better than to try. Finally, Matt said the magic words, "Jimmy, time!" "Jimmy," said Mr. Strickhand, "go to any empty desk. You'll find paper and pencils. You're to write at least one- hundred-fifty words on why you deserve this punishment, how you feel to be naked in front of us all, and what your paddling was like. You have fifteen minutes. Bring your paper to me when you're done" The hard wood seat of the desk was pure torture on Jimmy's ravaged bare bottom. Despite his discomfort, squirming and fidgeting, Jimmy finished with a minute to spare. He walked up to Mr. Strickhand's desk and handed him his paper. "I'll check this in a few minutes, said the Disciplinarian. "If I'm not happy with it, you get paddled again and will have to write a new one." "Yes, sir," acknowledged Jimmy. "In the meantime, you go back to the window." Jimmy was only in the corner a few minutes when a girl entered the room. She handed Mr. Strickhand a note, excused herself, and quickly left. The Disciplinarian read the note. "Jimmy, come here," he ordered. When Jimmy reached the desk, Mr. Strickhand said, "Betty, Karen, please take Jimmy to Mrs. Leland's office. Jimmy was terror stricken. The Principal's office! How much more trouble was he in on this terrible Friday? Jimmy made a beeline toward the bag with his clothes. "Hold it, young man," barked Mr. Strickhand. "I didn't say anything about getting dressed. You get back your clothes when I decide. That could be when I send you back to class, at lunch time, or even the end of the day." "But, but," stammered Jimmy, "I can't go out there like this, everyone will see me!" "So what," rejoined Mr. Strickhand, "we've all seen you. It's no big deal to us." Jimmy's face reddened at what he took to be a disparaging remark about his still diminutive little boy privates. "It's a big deal to me, it's embarrassing!" he shouted. "Talking back and second guesting will not be tolerated by me or your teachers," reprimanded the Disciplinarian. You need a reminder. Back over the desk for twelve more with the paddle." Crying once more, Jimmy positioned himself for more punishment form Mr. Strickhand's wicked paddle. The twelve rapid fire strokes quickly renewed his howling and freshened the coloring of his bare behind. "Now," instructed Mr. Strickhand, "you're to accompany these young ladies to Mrs. Leland, just as you are. Don't even think about undoing those pins or using your hands to cover up anything." "Yes, sir," Jimmy resignedly replied. On their way to the Principal's office, Jimmy and escorts encountered a group of eighth-graders headed to the library. To Jimmy's consternation, the teasing immediately started. "Looks like someone's been naughty!" commented a boy. "Is the little boy lost?" asked a girl, feigning mock concern. "The little kids school is on the other side." "Quick, get his picture for the school paper," suggested a second girl. "His being naked doesn't matter, he doesn't have anything worth hiding." "Hey short stuff, this school is for the big kids," added another boy. Jimmy's face turned redder than his recently assaulted behind. Tears once again copiously flowed down his face. Despite his shame and embarrassment, he was grateful to step into the secretary's office. His relief was very short lived. Entering Mrs. Leland's office, Jimmy found his mother and younger sister with the Principal. Nine-year-old Carol giggled at her brother's condition. "I come to pick up Carol for her appointment," said his mom, "and find out that you're in trouble. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" "I'm sorry," a Jimmy mumbled in a low voice. "Not as sorry as you're going to be," replied Mrs. O'Brien. "Your father and I meant what we said last night about doubling whatever Mr. Strickhand gives you." Jimmy was aghast. "Mom, you can't!" exclaimed the distraught boy. "That's seventy-two more spanks. My butt can't take anymore today!" "Who said they all had to be today," responded Jimmy's mother. "We have all weekend. Mrs. Leland, if you don't mind, I'd like to go to Mr. Strickhand's room to get Jimmy's clothes. He won't be needing them until Monday."" "Mom, please, no!" pleaded the once more crying Jimmy. "Mom, yes!" came the rejoinder. "Mrs. Leland?" "By all means, be my guest," answered the Principal. Jimmy was acutely embarrassed having his mother and sister accompany him and his two escorts back to room 7B. Entering the room, Jimmy noticed that the other naked kids didn't seem to bother his mom. It was obvious that her presence was bothering the students, especially the boys. Carol just giggled and goggled at the sights to be seen. "Ma'am, how may I help you?" Mr. Strickhand asked. "Hello," replied Mrs. O'Brien, "I'm Jimmy's mother, here to take his clothes home. He's not going to need them for a few days." "My pleasure, Mrs. O"Brien," said Mr. Strickhand as he handed her the bag with Jimmy's pants and underwear. "You can have him return the shirt pins on Monday." "Thank you," said Jimmy's mother. "Please let us know if you find it necessary to give Jimmy anymore spankings today. Our family rule is that we give the kids double whatever you give them." "Unfortunately for Jimmy," said the Disciplinarian, "he's about to get another full dose of the paddle, twenty-four strokes." This announcement set Jimmy to crying, again. "Why is that?" inquired Mrs. O'Brien. "After each spanking," replied Mr. Strickhand, "I make the student write a short paper about their punishment. If the paper isn't satisfactory, the entire spanking is repeated and they have to write a new one." "I don't have a problem with that," said Jimmy's mom. "Mind if we stay and watch?" "Not at all," affirmed the Disciplinarian, "after all, you are his mother." All too soon for his liking, Jimmy was draping himself over Mr. Strickhand's desk for his third paddling of the morning. Which immediately commenced. Jimmy howled with the first stroke, howled with the second, with the third. By the fourth stroke the hapless boy was continuously and vociferously shrieking out his extreme anguish. Several fellow students in the room covered ears with hands, in a futile effort to diminish Jimmy's disconcerting wailing. His bare bottom turned a dark crimson, with a smattering of purple. About half way through, he began wildly kicking his legs up with each stroke. Mr. Strickhand simply wanted for Jimmy to be back in position before delivering the next stroke. Finally, after an eternity of seven minutes, the paddling ended. Walking very shakily, the loudly sobbing Jimmy went over to the windows. When he was in position, his mom admonished, "Jimmy, you behave the rest of the day, do you hear me?" "Yes, ma'am" the crying boy managed to respond. "Good," continued his mother. "And don't forget what awaits you over the weekend. One-hundred and twenty paddle spanks." Jimmy had no reply to his mother's reiteration of his fate at home. He was too busy crying. "Thank you, Mr. Strickhand," said Jimmy's mom. "We're leaving now. Don't hesitate to give Jimmy more if he needs it." "Thank you and I won't," replied the Disciplinarian. "Nice meeting you." * * * Somehow, despite the distress the desk seat caused his very sore, very hot bottom, Jimmy managed to turn in a satisfactory paper. He was released back to his classes. Jimmy has soewhat heartened to notice that he wasn't the only naked kid going about the school. His nakedness, however, while embarrassing, wasn't as major a concern to him as his impending disastrous weekend. Jimmy couldn't help thinking that the return to an old era at school meant the start of a new era at home, a painful one for him and Carol. Mr. Strickhand was very tired by the end of the day. His first day on the job, and he had paddled over thirty students, some more than once. Entering his car, he smiled to himself. It had been a great beginning to an old era. With many more great days to come. The end of this chronicle of Mr. Strickland, but fear not, with many days till the end of the school year, there are many more to tell.