This is a fictional story written for amusement value only. It involves spanking and 
young ladies. Please do not read if you have any problem with that fictional concept or 
are under eighteen. The author does not condone or believe in child abuse of any sort.	

Careful readers will note that Daria was in the earlier stories that took place years ago. 
And now magically in these stories she is younger than she was then.  Amazing how 
these things happen.

At the conclusion of the story I have listed some Jenny's friends from junior squad # 2 
and a short bio on each.


				Eagles # 27

Moniek has a small part in this story. She will have a larger role in the next story.

This will be the third story in a row that will be related to us by Jenny.




I had to admit it, Daria was right. I'm starting to get used to Frost Prairie.

So far the only spankings I'd gotten have been from Daria's parents and my own. The 
way I heard it, once school starts the number of people that will be able to claim the 
experience of warming my fanny will expand dramatically.  It had been a week since my 
last spanking and I was feeling confident that I understood how the system worked and 
was going to be able to stay out of trouble. I was wrong.

The first day of Basketball practice arrived.  We were walking the mile from home to 
school, a distance I would have never dreamed of traveling in LA unless Mom was 
driving. We were each carrying our uniforms and sneakers that had been issued at sign 
up.  "Isn't it kind of early for Basketball to be starting?" I asked. Daria shrugged. "Not 
much else to do here and our basketball team is sort of a favorite of the town. Lots of 
people come and watch us." Moniek spoke. "One year a while back the Eagles team even 
won the state championship. Think about it champs of the whole state." "You've got to 
be kidding. This dinky town with such a small student body won state?" "Yep." They 
responded as one. "Want to see?" Daria asked almost eagerly. "We have time." 

The school was almost deserted since classes wouldn't start for two more weeks. Daria 
and Moniek waved to a few of the clerical people, said hello to some more. "Ms. 
Nelson." Daria cried happily and ran over to a lady who I judged to be in her late 
twenties or maybe early thirties and gave her a big hug. They talked happily for a few 
minutes. Then I was introduced to the sophomore English teacher that I would probably 
get for the year. She seemed to be nice person. Daria positively beamed as they talked of 
last year and the year to come. We said our good byes and continued on our way.

We arrived at a big display case that was near the principal's office. Sitting off to one 
side of the otherwise almost empty case was a large trophy with a small metal figure on 
the top holding a Basketball. A plaque on the trophy proudly announced that the Frost 
Prairie Eagles were state champs. A faded newspaper article was pinned on the back of 
the display case, doubtless explaining the circumstances, but it was too far back to read 
and the faded condition made it even harder. A picture of the team had slipped off it's 
tacks and settled at the base of the trophy. It seemed kind of sad that the display was not 
taken better care of. Lying beside the trophy was a small black leather paddle that had 
seen better days. "I'll be damned." I thought. "Some where along the line, this hick town 
for a brief moment in time actually accomplished something." I felt a small surge of 
pride. 

"We should be going." Daria said looking at her watch. " Don't want to be late to meet 
the new coach." As we departed I looked back over my shoulder at the display, feeling 
some how that I wanted to know more about that team and what had taken place years 
ago.  "Remember, now" Moniek told me for the third time that day. "The coaches will be 
setting an example today. Pay attention and do as you're told. Otherwise you'll get it." I 
smiled tolerantly. I had been listening to this warning for almost three weeks now and it 
had gotten stale.

The bleacher seats were set up so the varsity members of last year's team were sitting in 
front. There were two junior teams, made up of around fifteen girls each. I had been 
assigned to junior team # 2 and had to leave Daria and Moniek to be with my group. 
Most of the girls knew each other from last year, I and a few other new girls were 
introduced by the kids we had meet since we moved here. Everyone seemed very 
pleasant and friendly.  We were sitting higher and directly in back of Daria and Moniek. I 
was struck by how reserved the varsity team members were that were sitting in front of 
us. They seemed so much more mature than the giggling girls around me. We got carried 
away with ourselves, laughing and making noises. Then one of the older girls in the front 
stood up, turned around and stared at us. She looked like a throw back to the Stone Age, 
scary. You could feel her eyes boring into us. Almost immediately we quieted down and 
sat up straight. No one was taking any chances. She might be one of the captains before 
the day was out and we all knew what that could mean.

A freshman girl named Kimberly leaned over and in a whisper asked. "Is it true that the 
teachers usually spank the freshman and sophomores by taking them over their knee and 
the juniors and seniors get the paddle standing or bending over?"  I shrugged and looking 
straight forward so I didn't draw the missing links attention again I answered as best I 
could. "I'm not sure, it seems that I heard something like that, though it's really up to the 
teacher. "They treat us like babies when we're freshman and sophomores, they should 
treat us all the same." She hissed at the imagined insult.  

A man I recognized as the principal came out and introduced himself. "Good morning 
Mr. Barnett." Everyone responded to his greeting. He welcomed us to the practice saying 
some positive things about how well he knew the season was going to go, and all that 
usual blather. "Our new coach Mr. Emery will be here in a few minutes, he's busy tying 
up some administrative ends at the moment. To pass the time why don't we have 
everyone stand up and give their names so we all know each other." This proved to be the 
biggest waste of time after about five girls had introduced themselves the names and 
faces were a blur. Then looking to his left as one of the large gym doors opened, he said. 
"Ah, here he comes now, girls, this is your new coach and I'm told he's one firm 
disciplinarian." This drew a flurry of nervous giggles and comments.

I raised my self off the hard seat a few inches to get a close look at our new coach who 
would be one the dominate figures in our lives from this minute and until the Basketball 
season was over four months from now.

I blinked once, then twice to make sure, and I almost screamed. This couldn't be 
happening. I felt faint and sat down heavily on the bench nearly passing out. 

Our new coach was Clem, the clerk I had verbally abused in the store one of my first 
days in Frost Prairie. What had I called him? "Hoppity." Yeah, that was it. I had called 
my new coach Hoppity and insulted him in other ways. What else had I said?  I wondered 
frantically, my head in my hands. "No, no I don't need to remember this, oh, shit I'm in 
trouble, oh shit, maybe I can catch a freight train out of town." I was working my self 
into a panic.

I hunkered down, trying not to look at him as he addressed his eager group of players and 
me. I prayed he wouldn't notice me. A few minutes later I could sense he was wrapping 
up his talk. My insides felt like a thunderstorm were taking place. "I'm too young to die." 
I fretted. "He's going to paddle me to death. I'm a dead kid. Oh, woe is me." I tried to 
envision the next four months never being able to sit down. That'd take some explaining 
at home.

The juniors, seniors and varsity members of the team were sent to one of the conference 
rooms to meet with Coach Emery. The two groups of juniors remained on the bleacher 
benches waiting for instructions. The Coach remained standing in front of us as the older 
girls left for the meeting. "Before I go to the meeting, I thought I'd like to meet each one 
of you and welcome you to this year's team. If you would all come down and tell me 
your name we can start getting acquainted." I stared off into space wondering what could 
happen to make this any worse. 

I tried to fit into the middle of the line that was filing by Coach Emery. Anything I could 
do to blend in with the group seemed to be the wisest course of action. Surrendering my 
impulse to run from the building screaming I pulled my trembling courage together and 
got ready for the inevitable. 

I listened as the girls farther up the line spoke. "Hello Coach, I'm Sarah." "Hello Sarah, 
I'm pleased to meet you." "Good Morning Coach, I'm Julie." "Good Morning Julie. Nice 
to meet you." Then it was my turn. Trembling with a mouth as dry as a desert.  I muttered 
my name. I thought he recognized me. A slight hesitation, a narrowing of his eyes, then I 
another girl had taken my place and was cheerfully giving her name. I walked away 
wondering. "Did he remember me? Was I imagining the hesitation, narrowing of the 
eyes? I couldn't be sure. 

We were sent to the locker room to get dressed for practice. I found the locker that had 
my name on it. The junior Eagles were at the end of the locker room with the Varsity 
being near the front. I was between Jennifer and Tulip. I promise you I'm not making that 
up, her parents named her Tulip. They must have been some brain dead hippies or 
something. They were both freshmen and new to Frost Prairie. Jennifer was about five 
foot two, long brunette hair that was pulled back into a ponytail that she was still getting 
used to. Tulip had an innocent look about her, which made her look younger than 
fourteen. She had short blond hair with tinges of light yellow that suggested some 
experimentation that had gone badly. Her family had moved into their house from the 
Midwest three days ago and she was still bewildered by everything that had changed in 
her life. I noticed what seemed to be a trace of red on Tulips bottom as she removed her 
panties, carefully folded them and placed them on a small shelf in the locker. I wondered 
if she had recently gotten a spanking. "Was it her first?" I guessed. I thought maybe I 
would ask later. Then decided I didn't need to as I watched her reach one hand back and 
carefully rub a cheek before she raised her leg to slip on her practice panties. "She'd been 
spanked." I confirmed to my self, fully understanding the subconscious action she had 
taken.  A casual look up and down the locker room revealed several bottoms with varying 
evidences of spankings, most subdued with slight redness. One girl Kellie had a bottom 
that was almost crimson, making it look like she had been spanked just before coming to 
practice. I speculated on the circumstances and what had happened. Then I was snapped 
back to reality. A loud whistle and a louder voice. "Ok, girls move it, let's get going." I 
quickly slipped on my practice jersey.  

We scampered onto the court looking and feeling confused. Some of the girls barely 
knew what a basketball looked like; let alone what to do with it or be any good at it even 
after you understood what was expected.

The two assistant coaches divided us up into groups and gave us some quick instructions. 
They both held small paddles in their hands, that seemed to be identical. They were made 
of wood; each had a loop of leather on the handle that was over the wrist of the coach. 
They were maybe a foot long not counting the handle. No more than three inches wide 
and seemingly not very thick. The coaches walked comfortably sometimes letting them 
hang by the loop and at other times they held the handle firmly. The paddles seemed to be 
an extension of their arms. A tool to be used when necessary.


"Those paddles don't seem very big." I said out of the corner of my mouth to Cathy, not 
wanting to catch a coach's attention. "Don't be fooled." She replied cautiously, looking 
around before she spoke. "Those things sting like the dickens, wait you'll see."  I didn't 
have long to wait. I heard three quick whaps not far behind me. I turned quickly and saw 
Tulip holding both on her hands on her bottom. Her face was turning red from 
embarrassment as everyone turned and looked. "Scoot" The assistant coach ordered, the 
paddle returning to his side and Tulip made three quick laps around the inside of the gym. 
The ice was broken and you could feel the intensity pick up. 

"Pay attention." One of the assistant coaches roared. That was the watchword for the day. 
It was hard, I felt my mind wandering, so many new people, so much going on. I wasn't 
alone.

The assistant coaches seemed to be everywhere. Jennifer had stopped and was looking up 
at the ceiling. Coach Peterson came up behind her and quick as a wink, down came her 
shorts and panties. He took her by the arm before she realized what was happening and 
began whacking her fanny with his implement of correction. She was hopping straight up 
and down with each swat of his paddle. She didn't make a sound until the tenth and final 
swat when she yipped a loud "Ouch" She then had to make ten laps with her shorts and 
panties at half-mast as ordered by the coach, while she tried to run and hold them up at 
the same time. Her red bottom was all the advertisement needed. The message was clear 
to all of us. 

A few minutes later two girls were getting spanked in the corner of the gym near the 
locker room. The smacks of the paddle on their bare bottoms didn't seem to be very loud 
at the distance. However their yelps gave substance to the completeness of the smacks. 
The coach had made them both drop their short and panties and bend over. What ever 
they had done earned them both fifteen swats of the paddle. 

Three girls had wandered to the other end of the gym and were quickly brought back by 
one of the coaches to where the rest of us were. "That's for the varsity. You stay at this 
end."  He had Sally, Susie and Kellie standing in front of him. "Who said you could go 
down there?" He demanded. "No one sir." Kellie replied a tremor in her voice betraying 
her nervousness. He was clearly irritated by this gross lack of attention on their part. 
"Turn around." The girls each turned and were facing away from us. We kept doing the 
drills as we had been instructed, but watched with every glance we could steal. "Drop 
em." Came the instruction. "Down, all the way down." Susie reached down and bending 
over pulled her panties to her ankles. Kellie's bottom was still red and showing the 
effects of her earlier punishment. I wondered again about the circumstances that had 
caused her to come to practice with such a red butt. Had she been spanked just before 
leaving home? I wondered. I was snapped back to the events happening in front of me by 
the sound of the coach's voice. He still didn't sound pleased. "Bend over. Hands on 
knees." They were three feet apart from each other and no more than twenty feet from us.  
I watched the three fannies wiggle and twitch as they awaited their punishment. "Geeze" 
I thought, how embarrassing, I mean like no secrets were left when a girl was made to 
bend over like that.

Coach placed his paddle on Sally's bottom who was to the left of the group. He patted her 
fanny twice as if to get his aim and then delivered a solid WHACK. Her head rose 
slightly and then lowered as she prepared for the next swat. WHAP, SPLAT, SPANK, 
She squealed, staying in place as the paddling continued. She got fifteen solid shots with 
the paddle before the coach stepped back. "Fifteen laps." He announced. "Now." Sally 
was off on her run. She hadn't bothered to pull up her shorts so eager was she to get away 
from the paddle. With both hands over her face and bawling she stumbled off to do her 
laps.

Susie was next, I could see her legs tremble as she steeled herself for what was coming. 
Her fanny wiggled as if she were trying to present a moving target. The coach placed his 
paddle on her tail and held it there until she stopped moving. WHACK, SMACK Susie 
bleated out a yelp and shot straight up with both hands on her fanny. "Bend over and 
we'll begin again." Susie moaned and removing her hands resumed the position. 
SMACK, SPLAT, WHACK, SMACK. She also got fifteen swats. Then Susie crying 
even louder that Sally was off on her run also not carting one whit for anything other than 
to get away from the paddle. She scampered off with one hand on each of her flaming 
butt cheeks. Half way through the first lap she would take away one hand to wipe away 
the tears and then the hand would return to her fanny. She kept this up for as long as I 
dared to watch. Wiping tears and holding her cheeks.

Just as Susie was dispatched on her run, Sally was completing her first lap and passing by 
us. Then it was Kellie's turn. I winced as I looked at her already red fanny and thought 
how much that paddle would sting on an already spanked butt. SMACK, SPLAT. Kellie 
didn't move or flinch. I could hear her loud cries each time the paddle landed but she 
never moved. "That girl can take a spanking." I thought admiring her willpower. SWAT, 
SPANK, SLAP. Her bottom looked painfully red before the paddling was halfway 
through.

Soon there were three girls circling the gym each with red fannies and trying to regain 
their composure.

I gulped and went back to the drill. A few minutes later it was me in trouble. "Find that 
interesting, do you?" I heard Coach Snyder say. I was looking at my feet, sort of lost in a 
trance. A ball had bounced past me and I hadn't even seen it until he snapped me back to 
reality. "Uh, no sir." I responded stating to run after the ball. "Not so fast." Drop em and 
hands on knees." He ordered.

I felt my face burn red with embarrassment. I had seen the other girls drop their shorts 
and take their paddling. I resolved to not make a scene and blend in with what was 
happening. I pulled down my shorts taking down my panties at the same time. I quickly 
bent over as instructed. I closed my eyes as I waited for the first swat. I was all too aware 
of my exposed bare bottom sticking out waiting for the paddle. 'WHAP'. I felt my left 
foot slide slightly forward at the impact. I leaned slightly to the right to make up for the 
change, not daring to move my foot. I was lucky and got off with seven swats. Quickly I 
was off on my run tugging up my shorts leaving my bottom uncovered, as was the 
expectation until the laps were complete. At least of the now four girls circling the gym I 
was the only one that wasn't naked from the waist down. Well at least not totally naked.

"Where are they? It was Cathy, another sophomore asking. I shrugged having no idea 
what she was talking about. She spoke out of the side of her mouth so as to not draw any 
attention to us. "The varsity and the juniors and seniors. I was here last year and I don't 
remember the team captain selections taking so long. Last year they just picked the two 
biggest, meanest bullies and made them captains. Scared the shit out of me every time I 
saw one of the witches. Thank heavens they're gone." I looked at Cathy as I thought of 
the girl who had earlier stood up and stared down the entire junior varsity and shuddered.

With the ball drills being a total calamity the two assistant coaches decided it would be 
more fun to make us run wind sprints. Up and down, up and down the court we went until 
over thirty girls were gasping for breath and staggering with perspiration running off us 
like a waterfall. Finally a break was called. I suspected that was to give the ambulances 
time to get to us.

The word was leaked before the Varsity returned. In a complete break from tradition the 
two captains for this year were both juniors. We got the word from one of the assistant 
Coaches. He wouldn't say who the captains were, more likely he didn't know. I had some 
sense of relief. I knew the she-monster that had stared us down was a senior, so at least I 
wouldn't have to worry about her paddling my butt.

The varsity members, along with the juniors and seniors came in. The coach walked to 
the middle of the gym floor and called us to gather around. He indicated we should sit on 
the floor. With a few groans from some of the recently paddled we gingerly took our 
positions. He told us that the two captains had been elected by ballot and taking into 
consideration the recommendations of the teachers. 

It was evident that he was the only one that knew the results. "As I'm sure you are all 
aware by now the position of Girls basketball captain is a very special one. The 
responsibilities are weighty and the expectations are high. I'm told in years past the 
captains get their share or more of the paddling, since they are accountable for much of 
what happens on the team. I do not expect this to change." He paused for effect. 
"However their authority on the team is also huge for a student. They always have access 
to me and will often be your spokesperson. If they tell me a player needs discipline, I will 
take their recommendation very seriously. You better have a heck of a story, otherwise I 
will accept what they have to say. The have the authority to spank freshman and 
sophomores that are on the junior Eagles team." I felt Tulip nudge me. "That's us." She 
whispered. I frowned, cautioning her to be quiet.

I found myself wondering if the Coach recognized me yet. As he looked around the group   
His eyes seemed to slow down and look me over a bit more carefully than the others. I 
thought looking at the floor would be a give away so I did my best to give a neutral semi-
interested expression. I could feel the chill from a cold sweat as the perspiration on my 
back dried. The tingle on my butt seemed to itch at the same time, combined with the 
knot in my stomach from wondering if the coach had identified me was making me crazy.

I was looking across the group at Moniek and Daria who were facing my way but looking 
up at and listening to the coach. I watched Daria's face go from pleased joy to almost 
consternation and all the color leave her otherwise tanned face as the coach spoke. "This 
years captains are Moniek and Daria." "Up here ladies." He said as applause broke out 
from the players. Moniek stood up confidentially, smiling demurely and approaching the 
coach as instructed. Daria seemed to be a bit less sure of her self and rose hesitatingly. 
The coach reviewed the captain's responsibilities and his expectations. Moniek and Daria 
were each handed a small leather paddle. The paddles were almost exactly the size of a 
ping-pong paddle. Each one was black and seemed very flexible. They had some writing 
on them that I couldn't make out. I was sure of one thing, they would sting when well 
applied to a girl's bottom. I couldn't help wondering if and when my friend's new 
paddles might be used on me. "Would they paddle me?" I questioned to myself. I knew 
they would if I deserved it and felt a delicious chill of anticipation run down my back at 
the thought.


The coach gave us a pep talk along with our assignments for the rest of practice and with 
a cheer we broke out into our groups. The varsity members were at the end of the court 
we were not allowed to use.  The varsity seemed to attack the practice with an enthusiasm 
we had been lacking. Soon I could feel the effects on our group and we became more 
purposeful. 

"Yes, Yes that's it."  One of the coaches called out to Tulip. "Good hustle." Her face 
broke out in a broad grin as she redoubled her efforts to do well. Then another 
compliment to Patti had the effect of electrifying us all to do our best and earn something 
positive to go with our sore bottoms. We were soon running until our lungs felt they were 
on fire once more.

It became evident that if we hustled and paid attention the paddles would sing their songs 
on our fannies less often. That combined with an almost desperate desire to hear some 
approving words focused my attention on the tasks at hand.

We were called together for the coach to talk to us. "Tomorrow we start for real. 
Practices will be serious and so will I." He looked around at his team as I hid behind the 
tallest girl I could quickly locate. Then we were dismissed.

Once undressed and in the junior varsity shower where I felt the warm water run over me 
making me feel like I could melt and run down the drain. Judy one of the more paddled 
girls of the practice tilted her head looking over her shoulder towards the mirror in the 
hallway behind her. "Damn, that hot water stings." I looked and saw her exceptionally 
red butt as the water cascaded off of her rear end and splashed on the shower floor. 

Looking up and down where the first twenty of us were showering I watched as everyone 
soaped themselves, turning this way and that under the hot water, some with shower hats, 
some not caring about anything but getting showered and on the way home. We were all 
exhausted. I couldn't see one pale un-paddled bottom. Undoing the ponytails we wore in 
practice, some were clustered around the mirrors trying to brush their hair back into some 
semblance of what it had looked like a few hours ago. Others simply drug them selves 
out of the shower. 

It was all I could do to walk home. Daria and Moniek who were obviously in better shape 
than me teased that maybe I needed some applications of leather to my rear area as 
motivation. I knew they were just teasing and went along with the joke.

That night when I finally got home I was too exhausted to eat. All I wanted to do was 
crawl into bed. As I dozed off I was troubled by the constant wondering if Coach Emery 
remembered me. I knew I had to find out and one-way or another clear the air. Then with 
the slenderest of a plan forming in my brain I slipped off to sleep.


Jenny's friends  ---- Junior Squad # 2

More details will be added as the season progresses.

Tulip	

5'1" Innocent looking fourteen-year-old freshman. Spunky in an impertinent sort of way. 
Short blond hair with tinges of light yellow. Possible dye job run amuck. Sometimes talks 
when she should be listening. Has an adventurous streak that sometimes gets her in 
trouble, usually nothing too serious. Usually willing to go along with any scatterbrained 
scheme that sounds fun or different.


Sarah

5'5" long skinny legs that seem to reach all the way to her bottom. 16-year-old 
sophomore. Was almost sent to juvenile hall for various problems. Her parents moved to 
Frost Prairie as a last resort.


Jennifer  

5'2"  Long brunette hair always in a ponytail. Freshman. 15 years old. Her younger twin 
sisters were the reason the family moved to Frost Prairie. The sisters Jody and Judy will 
be 14 next year and on the junior team. Jennifer can be a hand full on her own.



Christy

5' 2" Long blond hair, flashing blue eyes. Cute smile. From LA like Jenny. Tan all over, 
no bikini lines. Was a serious student of surfing to the point she started skipping school. 
Slim legs with a full bottom that has been described by some of the boys as being very 
spankable. Has a good sense of humor. Always trying to make a joke or see the lighter 
side of things. Often called by her nickname of Surfer.  Freshman 14 years old.



Sally

4'10"  Brunette, Dark green eyes.   Freshman. Snippy mouth that sometimes gets her in 
trouble. The expectation is that she will spend a good deal of the year suspended in air 
across various teachers' laps.


Tara

5'3" Brunette Fast runner. Seems to be a natural at Basketball. She may be the first 
freshman in years to make the Eagles varsity before the season is up.  Makes friends 
easily. Her family moved to Frost Prairie years ago due to a troublesome older sister who 
has since graduated and is going to college. The family plans to stay until Tara and her 
younger sister Tina who is ten are both in college.


Susie

5' 4" sophomore, long sandy brown hair. Constantly complains about her hair, split ends, 
color, and texture. Anything to do with her hair means a grievance of some sort, is almost 
never seen with out a hairbrush. Was going to be a cheerleader at her old school. Got the 
nickname brushy. 



Kellie

The problem child in her family. 5'3"  Slender build.  Red hair cut short. Freckles abound 
on her face. Bit of a temper that gets her into trouble sometimes. Too nosy. The first girl 
spanked by the coach. She had been snooping around the locker room before practice in 
areas she didn't belong and was caught. He took her over his knee and gave her a 25-swat 
hand spanking on her bare bottom.


Sandra

5' 3" Sophomore 15 years old. From East coast. Her main topic of interest was shopping 
malls. Seemingly knows everything there is to know about fashion. Got the nickname 
Mall Rat, later shortened to Rat, which was meant affectionately.


Kimberly

5'2" freshman. Described as perky, lively light green eyes. Seems fascinated by the topic 
of spanking. Always asking questions and wanting to know more about spanking, who 
got spanked, when, how, why. Medium build with a full bottom.  Hangs around with 
Tulip. 


Patti

Fourteen-year-old sophomore. Shy, almost never talks until spoken to. 5'1" medium 
somewhat plump build, loses pounds quickly as the physical activity of the season 
progresses. Makes squeaking sounds when she gets paddled.


Cathy

4'11" slender to the point of being skinny. Frantic about her lack of breast development. 
Always looking at the other more developed girls with unabashed hope. Sophomore. 
Second year on the Junior Eagles. Not the athletic type. 


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