Chivalry!

My wife, Annie, and myself were childhood sweethearts – very romantic. I think I have loved her from the moment I set eyes on her. However, our relationship got off to a somewhat unusual and painful start, but one I will always be grateful for.

It really surprised me that Annie wanted to go out with me as she was the prettiest of the cheerleaders and I was certainly not the best quarterback that had played the game. But going to the same church youth group seemed to ‘gel' us together and by the time we were sophomores we were firm friends. The day came when I took her out on a few dates and even kissed her goodnight afterwards. Then something happened that seemed to cement our relationship forever.

It was Spirit Day at the school so Annie had come in her cheerleader uniform and me in my football kit. She looked absolutely stunning, so I suggested we went down the road to a local photo booth to take some shots. This was strictly against the rules but we didn't think anyone would mind as it was Spirit Day, so we took off and dived into the booth. Annie sat on my lap as we pulled faces for the camera. I enjoyed that bit and I think Annie did too from her giggles.

We were admiring some of the shots together when we heard a voice behind us: “And what are you two doing here?” Our hearts skipped a beat - it was Mrs Clark, one of our APs. She was known as a stickler for school rules and she was obviously out that day to catch people like us. I thought it most unsporting but we weren't in a position to argue, seeing as we were in blatant breach of the rules.

Our youthful happiness vanished as Mrs. Clark ordered us back to school to wait at her office. I could guess that what would happen in there would be very painful for both of our behinds and I was desperately sorry to have got Annie into trouble. I'd been paddled before a few times but I knew that this would be the first time for her. So I said to her on the way, “Let me handle this. I'll see if I can get you off. It's my fault, anyway!” Annie nodded but her lip was trembling.

We waited for a bit outside Mrs. Clark's office. She arrived having not found any more miscreants and told us to come in. She then lectured us about our blatant breach of a strict school rule and said she intended to paddle us both. I then asked her to paddle me but not Annie, as it had been my idea. Annie's face was a picture of relief and gratitude. It faded a bit, though, when Mrs. Clark argued that, whoever's idea it was, we were both guilty of breaking the rules.

However, she said with a grim smile: “I was going to give you both four swats. But seeing as you're feeling chivalrous towards a lady, Todd, I suggest I give you five and Annie three. Agreed?” I nodded.

She then ordered Annie out the room and told me to bend over. It was quite clear Mrs. Clark knew how to handle a paddle better than many men as it cracked on my behind. I could scarcely keep from yelling as the swats came on my tender rear. The sweat poured off me as the last two swats landed. Only the thought of losing face with my girlfriend standing outside kept me from bawling my head off. Finally the fifth swat was done, and I got up, wiped away the tears, and walked rather unsteadily out to let Annie in. She was by this time in tears herself and I felt really bad for her. But I couldn't do anything about it and so she went in like a prisoner on her way to execution. I just hoped our fledgling relationship would stand it.

I listened outside the door and heard a crack and a loud yell from Annie. She must have jumped up and clutched her behind as I heard Mrs. Clark order her over the desk again. Another crack and another, louder, yell!  Despite my own backside feeling as if was on fire, I felt sorry for my poor little girlfriend, knowing full well what she was going through. Finally came the sound of the third swat and Annie's yell – louder than ever this time – before a very tearful, red-faced and well-spanked cheerleader emerged clutching her pretty little butt. She was crying her eyes out and I wanted to put my arms round her, but the school tended to take a dim view of such things and neither of us wanted another paddling!

Thankfully, school had finished early, and we walked home together rather slowly, each giving our behinds a rub to try and ease the pain. "Now I know why these things are called spankies," said Annie ruefully.

Finally we found a secluded spot and Annie fell into my arms. I hugged her tightly as she cried many, many tears. When she eventually found her voice she thanked me for being so noble as to take one of her swats. She said she was equally to blame but she had got off lightly because of me and so she knew I was the right boy for her.

Despite my sore rear, my heart was singing as we walked on. It was a painful beginning to what was destined to become a beautiful relationship. We did some rather more serious kissing before we departed, and I walked her to school for the evening celebrations, holding her hand. We both took part and really enjoyed the evening, despite not being able to sit down properly.  

Afterwards Mrs. Clark came up to us. My heart skipped another beat as I thought we were in trouble again. However, she said with a smile, “I think you left these!” They were the photographs we had left in the booth when we were interrupted. “You make a lovely young couple,” said Mrs. Clark. “But please do your courting in your own time!” Then she added: “You are a fine young man, Todd, doing what you did. It was straight out of the pages of Tom Sawyer. I'd be proud of you if you were my son!”

Annie looked at me and beamed. “And I'm proud to have you as my boyfriend, Todd,” she said as she gave her butt a rub, “but please don't get us another spanking for a while!”

We were soon really in love and courted all the way through High School and College. But I counted that paddling by Mrs. Clark as the time when our relationship got off the ground. When we eventually got married, I couldn't wait to see Annie's shapely body for the first time, and when I undressed her on our wedding night, I patted her shapely bare butt and said, “Thank God for Mrs. Clark.”
“Her?” said Annie. “She spanked so hard.”

“Yes,” I said as I took her into my arms and felt the warmth of her naked body on mine. “But I feel that cemented our relationship.”

“Let's try something else to cement it,” said my new wife, as she helped my male organ into her and we began the process of love making for the first time. We didn't get it all right but it was wonderful to feel the marriage had been consummated.

“Yes,” I thought, as I lay there with the wonderful feeling of my new wife's naked body in my arms. “Thank God for Mrs. Clark. And chivalry!”

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