Spanking Village

A Spanking Carol

Chapter 3

Alice finished up the last paddling of the day. It was a frequent visitor named Max. From the bulge in his pants that seemed to spring up whenever he was in her office, Alice surmised that he enjoyed being paddled and purposely got himself in trouble. She was happy to accommodate.

After she dismissed him, she finished up the actual work she had to do. Unfortunately, her responsibilities as Principal included more than just the fun stuff. Once her work day was done, she left. By that time, Nadia had gone home and the school was mostly empty except for those students who had sports practice.

She headed to the front door of the school. She opened the door and stepped out into total darkness. It took her a moment to notice something was off. She looked around. There was nothing but darkness all around her. The door she had just walked through was gone. Her heart began to race. She frantically searched for a way out but there was none to be found.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure with red eyes appeared in the distance and glided towards her. She tried to run away. Her legs moved but she didn't actually travel anywhere. It was like she was running in place. The mysterious figure easily slid in front of her.

"If you want to leave so badly, I suggest you listen to me," it said. "I am the Ghost of Spankings Past, and I have something to show you."

Alice had trouble believing what she just heard. "The Ghost of… Spankings Past?" she asked incredulously. "Umm… what?"

"I'm here to show you a vision of the past," said the ghost. The world around Alice flashed white. A second later, she was in a familiar place. It was the basement of her parents' house. She immediately noticed her father.

"Dad?" she said uncertainly. He gave no response. "Dad, it's me, Alice!"

"This is merely a vision of the past," said the ghost, who Alice was just noticing beside her. "They can neither see nor hear you."

"They?" asked Alice. She suddenly noticed that her father wasn't alone. She saw herself standing in front of him, except this was a teenage version of herself.

"I don't care if you weren't driving," said her father sternly. "If someone has been drinking, you do not ever get in the car with them if they're driving. I've told you this before, and you apparently didn't listen very well. So now there will be consequences. Get yourself in position."

"Yes, sir," replied the teenage Alice. She walked over to a sawhorse. In a familiar motion, she pulled her panties down, flipped her skirt up, and bent over, grabbing the bar at the bottom of the far side.

"I hope I don't have to punish you for this ever again," said her father as he grabbed a razor strop from a nail on the wall. "I'm going to make this one something you remember for a long time."

"I did remember this one for a long time," muttered the present day Alice. She flinched at the sound of the leather striking bare flesh. Her past father was really strapping her past self quite vigorously.

Present day Alice chuckled. "My dad is normally pretty softhearted, but whenever I did something really serious, he would really beat my ass hard."

"Do you resent him for that?" asked the ghost. "Not at all," replied Alice. "I had done something dangerous, and he just wanted to make sure I never did it again, and I didn't. He knew that a sore butt was much better than being dead, and he was right. He spanked me really hard like this because he loves me."

"Do you spank your students so hard because you love them?" asked the ghost.

The question caught Alice off guard. "Well, uh… sure I do! I admit I enjoy it but it's also for their own good."

"Assuming that's true, do you think they see it that way?" asked the ghost.

"Probably not," replied Alice. "But that's not a surprise. "They will see things differently when they are more mature, just like I saw spankings from my father differently when I matured."

"I don't think students have the same degree of trust in you that you had in your father," said the ghost. "And you certainly don't view your own responsibility towards them the same way your father viewed his responsibility towards you. It's a very different dynamic. What works in one type of relationship doesn't necessarily work in another."

Alice nodded. "You have a point. It is different when it's coming from me as opposed to when it's coming from their parents, but I can't just think about individual students. My father just had me and my brother to raise. He could afford to show us patience and mercy when needed. I have hundreds of students I'm in charge of though. Maintaining order sometimes has to take precedence over other concerns, and that sometimes means I have to be a bit harsh. It's a necessary evil."

"Then it seems you have more to learn," said the ghost. "Before we move on, let's watch a bit more."

Alice realized that the spanking had stopped. Alice was still bent over. Her father was rubbing her upper back and talking to her gently. "Can I trust you not to do anything like this again?" he asked in a much softer tone than he had been using just a few minutes ago.

"Yes, daddy!" sobbed her younger self. "I'm glad to hear that," said her father. "I'm going to let you up soon, but first I need to make sure this lesson really sinks in for you, so I'm going to spank you some more."

"No!" cried the younger Alice. "Please! I've had enough!" Her father ignored her cries. He swung the strap down hard across her bare buttocks. Then he did it again, and again. Alice watched on as her father continued to thrash her younger self until he eventually decided it was enough. He helped her up and pulled her into a hug. Before Alice could appreciate the sentimentality of this moment, her world went black again.