Searching Google earlier, as one does, for spanking references, I uncovered a sweet little tale on a vanilla blog of a narrowly-avoided school paddling.

Cute author Melissa describes an incident at school in Florida:

“When you got in trouble you got sent to the principal’s office and you got whooped on the butt with a big wooden paddle.

Fortunately, I never got whooped. I came very close. This creepy little boy named Shane constantly bothered me everyday. One day I got pissed off and, for some bizarre reason, took it out on his sidekick, Timothy, by tearing up his classwork. Well, our teacher, Mrs. Garvin… sent us all to the principal’s office. Fortunately, the principal asked us if we thought we should get paddled and our protests saved our little heinies.”

Talk about asking a question with an obvious answer. I shan’t be adopting that approach with Haron, rest assured.

Despite one other entry where Melissa complains about an incorrect weather forecast as being “another case of a weatherperson that needs to be severely flogged”, the blog is vanilla – but very, very sweet.

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