Donna sat in front of the principal's desk and tried to brace herself for what was to come. She heard the door open behind her and Principal Pridewell walked in. "I have to say I'm truly shocked Ms. Pinciotti. I could see that punk Foreman or his friends pulling a stunt like this, but you seemed better than that. I'm disappointed in you young lady."

Donna couldn't help but crack a smile when she thought about it. It was a spur of the moment decision, but somehow her bare bottom managed to slip its way into the yearbook. "Aw c'mon principal Pridewell. It was just a harmless prank."

"This is not a laughing matter young lady. A lot of parents are very upset about this. I've been getting calls all day about the obscenity you showed in that picture."

"It's nothing they haven't seen before." She mumbled.

He shook his head. "True, but nevertheless something must be done. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to suspend you." He said as he pulled out a slip.

Donna frowned. "Principal Pridewell, you can't do that!" She complained. Despite the news buzzing around both the school and the town, her parents hadn't known about her mooning stunt. If they had to find out through a suspension slip they would be even more furious.

"I'm afraid I can Ms. Pinciotti, and I'll have too. You're going to be serving a two week suspension."

"Two weeks?! Principal Pridewell my parents will kill me!"

"You should have considered that before you pulled this little stunt." He said as he began writing down on the paper. "A two week suspension is actually being fairly generous given the circumstances."

"Principal Pridewell please?! There has to be something else I can do. Can't I just serve detention for twice as long or something?"

He looked at the redhead who had a desperate expression on her face. He sighed. "I'll tell you what Donna. Because you're one of our better behaved students and this is one of your first infractions, I'm willing to offer you an alternative."

"Anything!" Donna said hurriedly.

"Would you be willing to receive a paddling?" He asked.

Donna looked confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

"We usually reserve corporal for the more troubled students, but since you clearly don't wish to be suspended I'll give you the option to opt for a paddling." He explained.

Donna held her hand up. "So wait a second. You want to be me over and paddle me?" She asked for clarification.

"I don't WANT to paddle you. I'm simply offering you the option."

Donna frowned. She had no idea this school was still using corporal punishment. This was the seventies. Hadn't they evolved from the age where woman had to be paddled like little kids?

"So, would you like to opt for the paddling?" He asked.

Donna was ready to immediately say no, but then thought. This could be her ticket out of trouble. "So if I do this, I don't have to be suspended?"

"No suspension, and I wouldn't have to tell your parents. It'd be completely between us."

"Would It have to be on the bare?"

"Of course not, just over your jeans."

"How many would I get?" She asked.

He looked up in thought. "Let me see. A two-week suspension would equate to about twenty licks with the paddle."

Donna grew wide-eyed. "Twenty?" He nodded. She bit her lip in thought. It wasn't like she had never been spanked before. Her father may have been lacking when it came to disciplining her, but Red was not. Still, she'd never been paddled. Moreover, would she be able to take twenty?

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do?" She asked.

"I'm sorry Ms. Pinciotti. But it's either a two week suspension or the paddle."

Donna weighed her options. The suspension wouldn't really hurt her grades too badly, and the worst her dad would probably do is ground her. Then again, the paddle would be over within a few minutes. Sure it would be painful, but at this point it seemed like the lesser of two evils.

"I'll take the paddling." She said reluctantly.

"Okay. Please stand up, bend over, and place your elbows on the desk." He said as he pulled out his draw and took out a wooden paddle. Donna got up and did so. He walked around and then scoots her legs apart a bit further.

"I want you to count off each swat, and thank me for it. If you move out of place, or forget to count or thank me, it won't count. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." Donna felt totally ridicules. She was a feminist. This was the very type of thing she had been fighting against. But she would have to tolerate it, just for now.

He tapped her butt a few times with the paddle and then brought his hand back. She suddenly stood up and covered her butt. "Ms. Pinciotti, please bend back over the desk."

"I know, I will! I just need a minute to prepare for this!"

"Very well."

She took in a few deep breaths and then bent back over the desk. "C'mon Donna, you can do this. It's just a few swats." She muttered to herself.

He tapped her rear again and then pulled back. "Are you prepared now Ms. Pinciotti?"

"Yes sir."

CRACK! "One, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Two, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Three, thank you sir!

CRACK! "Four, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Five, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Six, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Seven, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Eight, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Nine, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Ten, thank you sir!"

He stopped and then placed the paddle on the desk. "You may stand a take a few minutes to prepare yourself for the next ten."

"Thank you sir!" Donna quickly shot up and fiercely rubbed her burning backside.

He watched as Donna trying to prepare herself for the next set. "I must say, you are certainly a tough one. Most of the other girls are in tears by the fifth swat." He said. "You know you don't have to take the next ten swats. You've cut you're suspension down to two weeks already."

"Would you still have to tell my parents?" Donna asked hopefully.

"Yes."

Donna sighed. "Then I have to take those next ten."

"Very well. Just tell me when you're ready to continue."

"The sooner the better, I'm ready right now." She said.

"Very well. Assume the position." He ordered.

Donna bent back over the desk and braced herself. CRACK! "OW!" Donna stomped her foot in pain but stayed in position.

"You forgot to count it off. It doesn't count."

"Damn…" Donna muttered. CRACK! "OW!"

"Profanity is an extra swat."

Donna looked frustrated but stayed in position. CRACK! "UN! Eleven, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "OW! Twelve, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "OUCH! Thirteen, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Fourteen, thank you sir!"

CRACK! "OOH! Fifteen thank you sir!"

CRACK! "OW!" Donna jumped up and then covered her rear.

"Ms. Pinciotti, you broke position."

"I know, it just really hurts okay!" She said rubbing her butt.

He placed the paddle down. "Ms. Pinciotti, if this is too much for you to handle then you're free to leave. You've already cut down you're suspension to a fourth."

"No, I can do this! I can keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Fine, but for breaking position you've earned another five swats."

Donna frowned. "Oh please Principal Pridewell, it was just a slip."

"Five extra swats or the suspension. Pick your poison Ms. Pinciotti."

She bit her lip and looked nervous. How could she stand ten more of these? Her butt already felt like it was on fire. "Okay, fine!"

"Assume the position."

She hesitantly bent back over the desk and he tapped her with the paddle causing her to wince. CRACK! "OW! Sixteen thank you sir!"

CRACK! "Seventeen thank you sir!"

CRACK! "MMM! Eighteen thank you sir!

CRACK! "Nineteen thank you sir!"

CRACK! "OW, OW, OW! Twenty thank you sir!"

CRACK! Donna wanted nothing more than to jump up and grab her defenseless rear, but forced herself to stay down. There were only a few more. "You forgot to count." CRACK!

"OW!"

CRACK! "Twenty one thank you sir!"

CRACK! "GOD! Twenty two thank you sir!"

CRACK! "AW! Twenty three thank you sir!"

CRACK! "SHIT!"

"Profanity." CRACK!

"OW! I'm sorry!"

CRACK! "Twenty four!"

"You forgot to thank me." CRACK!

CRACK! "Twenty four, THANK YOU SIR!"

Only one left. CRACK! "Twenty five thank you sir!"

"You may stand." She shot up and ran her hands over her likely bruised bottom. "You took your swats. As agreed you won't be suspended and I won't alert your parents." He grabbed the paper from his desk and then ripped it in half.

Donna looked relieved. "Thank god."

"We're done here Ms. Pinciotti. But be warned, if I ever see you in here for something so foolish again I won't spare the paddle."

"Of course. Now if you excuse me I have to go put some ice on my ass." CRACK! "YEOW!" Donna reached back and covered her butt.

"And watch your mouth from now on as well. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She said quickly leaving out.