A Debt Paid

I am at my place of employment when one of my former professors from college comes in and tells me he discovered that I cheated on the final exam in his class. Had this been discovered earlier, I would have failed his class and not been able to graduate. Rather than have him attempt in invalidate my diploma and tell my employer, I beg that he give me another form of punishment. He says that if I submit to a severe paddling, he will let the matter slide. I readily agree.

As directed, I report to his office on campus. I am dressed in a dark blue pin-striped suit, powder-blue shirt, and red tie. He lectures me on how wrong it is to cheat and how lucky I am that he is not reporting this to college authorities and my boss. Then, he says it is “time to get down to business,” and he retrieves a large fraternity paddle from his closet.

He orders me to remove my jacket and anything I have in my back pockets. I am instructed to bend over his desk, grab onto each edge with my hands, spread my legs shoulder width apart, and face forward. I feel my pants stretch tight across the seat. I am told to stay in this position under ordered to stand up. He frisks my back pockets making sure I have no padding down the back of my pants. I feel the paddle brush my butt a couple of times, then WHACK!!!

I am glad to be holding on tight to the edge of the desk, or the force of the swat would have catapulted me over the top. I am not afraid to react with a loud “OW!!” so that he knows his punishment is effective.

This process is repeated 11 times; then, I am told to stand, collect my things, and leave. I do so, and rub my butt all the way to the car for the painful drive home.