Note: This autobiographical account was written by Courtney, who's modeled for me a few times before.

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Couple things were different. First, I was completely fucking freaked out going in. Like, getting your ass paddled is bad enough. Having a crush on your principle is also pretty bad, at least if you're young and stupid and don't think you're attractive enough to make him commit a misdemeanor and lose his teaching cert even though you totally are. Getting paddled by the principle you're crushing on when you're convinced that you're a fat ugly cow thing? Rough collection of factors.

Thing is, when Friday rolled around, I could tell that's not what he thought, though he tried to stay business faced.

Not quite the reaction I used to get from the old lady who had his job before.

Also, she spanked like an old lady, being one and all. He...well, he was different. I'd heard stories about how much worse it was, but I really had no idea. He had me screaming in one lick, and dancing in three. And I can't dance, so you know he got me good. I like to think he gave it even harder to me than he did to most, despite his self control, but that might be giving myself too much credit too early on. I got five, and I didn't think it was possible a butt could have that much pain in it. Yeah, I was pretty dumb as a teen, I already admitted it.