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

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I wanted to see him get all flustered again. Buuut, I also didn't want to like, flunk out of high school and be a prostitute or whatever. I wanted to be a slut when I grew up, but not like, professionally, so graduating was important. I actually became a way better student, since there was someone I cared about impressing. But, I backtalked. I came late to classes that didn't dock us grade points for attendance. I lit cigarettes during lunch hour and just kinda stood around holding them until someone saw. Paddlings were a Friday thing at my school, so I usually waited until Wednesday or Thursday just to be efficient. Every other week the next month, starting as soon as my first bruises were gone. Then every week starting December. I spent my entire senior year of high school being in pain whenever I sat down.

I also learned that wearing a thong and nothing else under our skirts got us extras. So, every single Friday, that's what I wore. By the third week of March, I tried showing up to the office without doing anything wrong. Force of habit, he just took me in and paddled my ass till I screamed, and then a few more times after I was already screaming, no questions asked. He was also doing it harder than he started, I'm sure about that. And he was giving me more and more swats for smaller and smaller things. Including nothing. I only actually got sent to the office one more time that spring, but I got it just as bad every week.