The Sound of Paddling

Now, who’s for some lovely new writing in the spanking genre? Abel, the tireless surfer that he is, has discovered Copper’s Quiet Triumphs, which includes a fantastically hot, mostly real-life vignette about young Copper listening to her friend getting the paddle, while she is waiting for her turn outside the principal’s office.

Here’s a little taste of her writing:

In my agitation I seem to have become possessed of superhuman senses. I can practically see Mr. H. leaning against his desk with one hand in his pocket, and C. standing in front of him, her eyes downcast in a contrition that’s entirely fictitious. I can certainly hear him talking, and he must have a master’s degree in scolding, because the words filtering through the wooden door are making me weak in the knees. I know he’s holding that blasted paddle and tapping it on his thigh as he lectures, and I almost jump when I hear his muffled voice directing her to bend over the desk.

I resist the urge to cover my backside with my hands; it’s already burning in anticipation, but I know Mrs. K. is watching me, and I’ve got to maintain that last scrap of futile teenage dignity, so I just study my shoes as I hear the swish and crack of the paddle, once, twice, three times, and then a pause for a couple of pointed questions and a gasp of, “yes, sir,” from C. before it lands again, four, five, six times.

We are instant fans.