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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I got caught trying to find the confiscated candy.”
“We were planning on finding the new balls.”
“I didn’t mean to accidently break a window.”
For some reason or another, Detweiler was finding his way into Prickly’s office each day the following week after he was introduced personally to the use of corporal punishment. Prickly trusted Finsters judgement that he needed to go to the office, but he doubted all of these instances were accidents.
“What’d you do this time, Detweiler?” Prickly asked. The door to his office shut as Ms. Finster left to return to the playground.
“I, uh, got caught chewing gum of all things, ha ha,” TJ said. “Couldn’t talk my way out of that one.”
“After everything you’ve done this week, I doubt anything you would’ve come up with would have worked,” he said.
“So what now? Do I get a detention, or, you know, that.” He pointed to the paddle hanging on the wall. Which brought up something Prickly wanted to walk to him about.
“Sit down, Detweiler,” the principal said. “We need to talk.”
The fourth grader sitting in front of his desk was such a frequent occurrence that during the odd week that he didn’t show up in his office, it felt strange. He ran over many different ways for this conversation to happen, but came up empty handed. It seemed like there was no other way for this talk to happen other than to lay it out on the table.
“What’s this about, sir?” TJ asked.
“I think you know what this is about,” said Prickly. “You’ve been getting in trouble a lot ore this week. I would think after what happened last week, you’d avoid doing something that would get you in that much trouble again, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Do you mind telling me why?”
He watched as Detweilers usual confident smirk was replaced with an embarrassed expression on his face, complete with a blush on his chubby, freckled cheeks.
“Well, uh, you know me, sir. I get in a lot of trouble. Mostly doing things I know is right.”
“But that’s not the case here, is it?” Prickly asked. “Be honest with me here, Detweiler. What’s going on?”
“You’re not going to judge me, are you?” TJ asked. “It’s weird, and I don’t want anyone to know. You aren’t going to tell my parents, are you?”
“Not unless it involves your safety,” said the principal.
“Oh. They won’t care if it’s something like that,” he mumbled. “But, Principal Prickly, is it weird that. . .I liked it? I mean, it hurt and everything, but it felt nice, too? I dunno how to explain it. It was all I could think about over the weekend. And at night when I’m trying to go to sleep for some reason.”
Prickly blinked at what the kid in front of him was saying. It wasn’t like the possibility wasn’t on his mind. This whole issue started with hearing those moans slip out of him last Friday. Hearing Detweiler confirm it was another thing. How old was he anyways? He was in fourth grade, so nine or ten?
God, the more he thought about this, the more he was sure Chris Hanson was going to pop out of nowhere with a fleet of police cars pulling up outside.
“That’s probably not normal, is it?” TJ asked. “I’m pretty sure that every kid do whatever they can to avoid being spanked, but I’ve been trying to get in enough trouble for it on purpose.”
“To say it’s odd would be an understatement,” Prickly groaned. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and finger.
“But you liked it, too!”
“Keep your voice down! And no, I did not!” He checked the windows, which were thankfully closed.
“Yes you did! You would’ve stopped if you didn’t,” said the fourth grader. “Is it that bad?”
“You have no idea, Detweiler,” said Prickly.
“But. . .I did get in trouble. . .so, you have to use it. It’s part of the rules.” TJ looked over to the paddle hanging on the wall, before going over and grabbing it. It was heavy, and the idea of swinging it made him think that his wrist would hurt afterwards. But to an adult it probably weighs nothing and was easy to swing around. Preferably onto his backside while he was bent over the table, that was really nice and he wanted it to happen again. “Please?”
Prickly sighed. What did he do to end up in this moment? Maybe he should consider himself lucky; the kid was asking to be spanked again. Look at that chubby freckled face, he was adorable. How could he be expected to say no to those puppy dog eyes?
“What happens in this office doesn’t leave this office, do you understand me?”
“Loud and clear, sir.” He raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute before holding out the paddle for him to take. Prickly sighed, but still took it. He closed the curtains behind his desk to kept out prying eyes, and unplugged the intercom to Ms. Lemons desk. If he was really going to do this, absolutely no one could find out. The fourth grader already leaned over the edge of his desk, missing that initial anxiety he had the first time.
TJ felt one hand hold him down against the dark wood desk just before the paddle made contact with his bum. It still hurt like before, maybe even more so, considering he was still sore from before. But with that pain came that same good feeling. The feeling that he didn’t have the words to describe, but he knew that he liked.
WACK
WACK
WACK
Something about being bent over like this, something about being so. ..vulnerable and being punished, felt so good and right. This time, he didn’t bother trying to hide his moaning as the paddling went on. It stung, it hurt, but for some reason, that was a good thing during all of this. He was definitely going to be thinking about this tonight.
As the paddle was rubbed between his legs, he grinded against it, needing to feel more as that familiar feeling build up again, just like before He whined at the paddle was pulled away. But it was replaced by two large hands gripping his sides, steadying him as prickly pressed against him. That wad enough, enough to push that strange feeling further as they rubbed against each other.
With nothing to grab onto, his nail scratched at the hardwood desk as the most amazing sensation shot through his body like nothing he ever felt before. The only thing keeping his voice being heard was a large hand covering his mouth, muffling his screams. Only after catching his breath and collapsing into a heap did the hand leave his mouth.
“What. . . was. . . that?” He breathed. “That was amazing!”
“That was something you shouldn’t know about until you hit puberty.”
TJ watched, still slumped over the desk, as Prickly moved from him to sitting in his chair. Slowly, he got back onto his feet, but with shaky knees.
“Thanks for that, sir. That was really great,” TJ said. “Even better than the last time!”
“Uh-huh. Shouldn’t you be getting to class or something?” Prickly asked. He looked around his desk; there must be something he can focus on besides what just happened.
“Oh, yeah. Right, class. Guess I should go.” After his legs felt more stable, TJ walked to the door. “See you next time, sir?”
The only answer he got was a disinterested grunt before leaving.
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