The Paper Girl's Revenge

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In 1962, Chicopee Falls, MA was a “Leave it to Beaver” town. Everybody knew one another so kids rarely got in trouble since someone’s mom was always bound to see you and tell your mother if you did something wrong. Most of us kids were raised with a good dose of corporal discipline so the thought of getting in any kind of trouble was not often entertained.

The term “corporal discipline” is fashionable for these politically correct times. In 1962, we called what it was: a good, old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking delivered by your parents, someone else’s parent, and in some cases, even your babysitters.

So kids didn’t act up. It was a more gentile time when crime was something that happened in the big cities. People in Chicopee Falls didn’t lock their doors. This made Susie Martin’s job as a paper girl a little more challenging. The Normal Rockwell image of a paper boy, riding on his bike down the street doing hook shots with the paper onto people’s porches didn’t apply here.

Not in Chicopee Falls. The 12-year-old girl was expected to actually place the paper inside the door, usually on a small table in the hallway. It wasn’t all that bad. Susie got to know almost all her neighbors. It made communications a lot easier too. She could simply talk to them. If they weren’t home when she came, all a customer had to do was leave her a note on the table to indicate that they were going on vacation or for some other reason didn’t need the paper delivered on a certain day. On Fridays they would leave payment for the paper and a tip for Susie.

So it was with some concern that Susie found that most of her customers “forgot” to pay her on the Friday before the Friday, “IT” happened.

That people forgot to pay happened from time to time with a customer here and there, and when they did forget to leave a payment, they were always apologetic and overcompensated with a more than generous tip. But not on this Friday. Almost all her customers seemed to have forgotten to pay her; even those who NEVER forgot.

When she got home from her route, she mentioned this fact to her mother. “All of them?” her mom asked.

“Well, most of them, even Mrs. Johnson.”

“There’s something wrong with this. Tell me who didn’t pay. I’ll give them a call and find out what the story is.”

Mrs. Martin was on the phone for over a half hour. “I talked to 10 people and they all had the same story. They left you the money. Are you sure?”

“Yes mommy.”

Just then the phone rang again. Mrs. Martin picked it up and talked for a while. When she hung up she turned to her daughter. “That was Mrs. Johnson. She said the darndest thing happened. She left you the money and then when she came in from the store, she noticed it was gone, but there was no paper. By the time she got back from putting her groceries away in her pantry in the back room, the paper was there.”

Susie started to cry, “Mommy, I was going to use that money to save up for the school ski trip this year.” Susie’s parents weren’t poor, but coming up with money for extra luxuries wasn’t in the budget. If she wanted to go away with her friends, she would have to pay for it.

“Don’t worry. We’ll work something out. Right now we got to solve this mystery.”

Saturday came and Susie went to the park to meet up with her friend Perry and his sister Donna. Perry was actually Susie’s best friend. It was unusual for girls and boys to be friends at this age but it was hard for Susie to think of Perry as a boy, he was, well Perry. For his part he really didn’t think of Susie as a girl, she was his friend and that was all there was to it. Of course they also had friends of their own gender who made fun of their relationship, but the two of them didn’t mind.

“Did you hear what happened to me yesterday,” Susie said.

“Yeah, my mom told me. It’s all over town. Somebody must have known it was collection day and got there before you.”

“Yeah, but who? I made my rounds right after school. Everyone we know was in school.”

“Everyone we know.” Perry confirmed, “But what about people we don’t know?”

“Well, it can’t be an adult. There isn’t enough money for that. It had to be another kid.”

“Billy Watson!” they both said in unison. Billy was the bad boy of the neighborhood. It would not be unusual for him to play truant.

“But how are we going to prove it?” Susie asked.

“Prove what?” Donna asked.

“Prove that Billy took Susie’s paper money,” Perry said.

“I saw him!” Donna said.

“Saw him do what?”

“Go in the Johnson’s house and then across the street to the Benson’s. I was playing hide and seek with Judy and Marilyn and Kelley and I was under the steps going up to the Johnson’s house. He looked around and I guess I hid good because he didn’t see me.”

“I saw him go up the steps and then across the street. And then I saw you come with the paper.”

“Are you sure it was him?” Perry put in.

“I saw him clear as day. Besides who else wears boots in the summer?”

Billy thought he looked cool in his motorcycle boots. The rest of us kids laughed at him behind his back.

“Are you willing to tell my mom what you saw?” Susie asked.


“He’s going to be in real trouble then!” Susie said.

“Wait a minute,” Perry said, “I got a better idea.”


“I mean Billy’s always picking on us kids and making life miserable, right?”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well suppose we go to him first and tell him that we saw him and make him give us back the money?”

“What makes you think he’ll listen to us? We’re just a bunch of kids.”

“All we have to do is threaten to go to your mom. He’ll give us the money to keep us quiet and stay out of trouble.”

Susie screwed up her face in confusion and looked at Perry. “So why don’t we just go to my mom and let her make him give me the money. He’ll probably get a spanking from his parents too. He deserves one.”


“I’m still not following you, Perry.”

“Look, if we tell your mom, he gives us back the money, and maybe gets a spanking from his dad and then it’s all over with.”

Susie nodded.

“So if we tell him that we’re going to tell your mom unless he does what we say, he still has to give us back the money, and WE get to spank him!”

Susie’s eyes got wide at the prospect. Donna was bouncing up and down giggling.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Of course,” Susie said, “This will be just a secret between the three of us? OK?”


Revenge had to wait until Monday as Perry and Susie met up after school and took a detour on the way home.

It wasn’t hard to find Billy. He liked to hang out at the ice cream parlor near the high school. He was always trying to talk to the high school boys who mostly ignored him unless they had some menial task for him to do. He was all tough with the little kids, but really wanted to be one of the “big boys.”

He was looking around nervously, scanning for any adults he might know, puffing on a cigarette – bought, no doubt, with Susie’s purloined money.

Perry and Susie walked up to him. Perry said, “Hello, Billy.” Billy just looked at him then looked away. Perry obviously could not be talking to him.

Susie said, “Perry said, ‘Hi’ Billy!”

Who were these little kids and why were they bothering him? “Buzz off, little girl.”

“Oh, I’ll buzz off. I’ll buzz right off to the police station and talk to Officer LeBlanc.” Officer LeBlanc was one of several police officers in town. All the kids knew every one of them, and more importantly the officers knew every kid. They knew when someone didn’t belong somewhere. Messeur LeBlanc also happened to be Susie’s uncle. Having a policeman in the family made her feel kind of special.

That got Billy’s attention. “What are you talking about?”

“I think you know,” Susie said standing in front of him with both hands on her hips. Perry stood beside her, ready to back her up in case there was trouble. There wouldn’t be. Individually each child was smaller and weaker than him, but combined, they could at least cause some hurt to him, and Billy didn’t like getting hurt. Besides it was too public a place for a physical confrontation.

“You don’t know nothing,” Billy said, trying to bluff his way out of it.

“We have a very reliable witness, placing you at the scene of two of your crimes last Friday.”

“You mean old Lady Johnson?” Billy said, “She’s half blind, she didn’t see nothing. It was probably her cat scratching at the door.”

“Who said anything about Mrs. Johnson? Funny you should bring her up. Is there any reason why you want us to believe you weren’t around Mrs. Johnson’s house last Friday?”

That flustered Billy and he coughed out the last drag on his cigarette and tossed it aside. “Um, nothing. No reason.”

“Isn’t it funny how there are dozens of people all over town missing money last Friday,” Perry stated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do nothing.”

“Who said you did? Except maybe you,” Perry pressed on. “A guilty conscience needs no accuser. You make a poor crook, Billy Watson. You’re supposed to tell you’re lies after you are asked the questions, not before.”

Billy got angry at the accusation. He pulled himself up to his full 5’ 9” stature and straightened the lapels on his jacket. “You calling me a liar?” He took a menacing step towards Perry. Perry didn’t move.

Billy stepped back and looked back and forth between Perry and Susie. “You kids are crazy!”

“So what will it be, Billy? Do we go to the police with our evidence? You’ll wind up in juvenile hall and become an official JD.” To be a JD (juvenile delinquent) in 1962 was a stigma, not an honor.

“Wait a minute!” Billy pleaded.

Perry looked at his watch, “60 seconds, 59 , 58,” as he started his countdown.

“OK-OK, what do you want?”

“We know you took the money. We want it back,” Susie said.

“You’re crazy!”

“OK Perry, let’s go talk to Officer LeBlanc.”

“Alright! I’ll give you the money. Is that it?”

“And then there’s the matter of your punishment,” Susie said with a relish.

“I told you I’d give the money back.”

“Not good enough. That only makes up for half of what you did. You have to be taught a lesson so you won’t do it again if you think you won’t get caught.”

“You promised you wouldn’t tell the cops.”

Ever the lawyer, Perry said, “Actually we didn’t promise anything. However, if you are willing to ‘cut a deal’ we will keep the police out of this.”

“What kind of deal?”

“We get to spank you.” Susie said.


“Pants down,” she went on.

“You can’t mean that.”

“At the time and place of our choosing.”


“Either we spank your behind, or somebody will do it in juevie hall. I hear they like boys like you there.” Although the community was quiet, sheltered and conservative, some stories did make their way into common lore.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Is that all?”

“That’s all. Meet us at Mrs. Johnson’s at 3:30 this Friday.”

“Why there? Why then?” Perry and Billy asked almost in unison.

“I have my reasons,” Susie responded. Sticking her tongue out at Billy, she added, “Because *I* said so.”

As the couple walked away from Billy she explained another of the reasons to Perry, “He has all week long to think about his punishment. That’s almost as bad as having the punishment, maybe worse.” She then told him her final reason, and Perry thought it was a good idea.


Things went rather funny for Billy that week at school. He tried to avoid Perry and Susie as much as possible, but it was inevitable that he would run into them every now and then, and they would remind him of his appointment with them at Mrs. Johnson’s on Friday. But it was the other children who got to him. Was it just his imagination, or did they whisper and giggle as he walked by.

At last Friday arrived. His suffering would soon be over. He decided to “take it like a man” and get it over with. He met Perry and Susie at the gate to the courtyard outside Mrs. Johnson’s house.

Mrs. Johnson lived on the second story of the house. The owners lived downstairs but were seldom home during the day. The courtyard was actually the side yard for the house, and a staircase was built along that side of the house to access the second floor. A high fence separated the courtyard from the street, so there was a degree of privacy. The landing at the top of the stairs overlooked the courtyard.

“Come on,” Susie urged, and she opened the gate. She was comfortable doing so, since she did this every day to deliver the paper. Normally Mrs. Johnson was near the end of her route. Today, she would be her first stop.

Billy felt uneasy as he went up the steps. He was returning to the scene of the crime, and he felt guilty about it. He also had no idea what Mrs. Johnson’s role in the proceedings would be. Would he have to apologize to her? Would she spank him? Would she tell his mom or the police?

As it turned out, Mrs. Johnson wasn’t home at all. Friday was the day to have her hair done, and to do some shopping on the way home.

The three children entered the empty house. Susie simply put the paper on the stand where it belonged, and then turned to Billy. “Now it’s time for your punishment. Take your clothes off!”

Billy swallowed hard. “I can’t do that. You’re a girl!”


“You’ll see my … thing.”

“OK, I’ll talk to Officer LeBlanc and you’ll wind up in juevie where a whole bunch of people will see your thing every day. I hear the guards watch you take your shower and some of them are women.” Billy had no idea if she was making it up, but with the stories us kids heard about juevile hall, he was prepared to believe anything.

Billy didn’t have a choice and he knew it. “Can’t I leave my underwear on, at least?”

“The whole thing. Birthday suit. Don’t argue, we don’t have time. If you don’t get your spanking today, I’ll have to call the police.”

Soon the boy was naked before her and Perry. Susie blushed a little as she looked at the older boy but thought, “He deserves this. I deserve it too after what he did to me.” It also made her feel better that Billy was blushing even more.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Perry pulled aside the window curtain and looked out. “It’s Donna,” he said and opened the door so the young girl could come in.

Billy tried to cover up in the presence of the new girl, but Susie gave him a swat on the butt. His hands went behind him instinctively.

“They’re here,” Donna announced.

“Who’s here?” Billy thought.

Perry opened the door and pulled Billy out the landing. With Susie and Donna pushing he was outside before he could even resist.

There were laughs and giggles coming from the courtyard. Billy looked down to see what seemed to be every kid in school looking up. He tried to turn to go back inside but was overpowered by his captors.

“There’s only one way out,” Susie said in his ear. “Put your hands on the railing, and let me spank you.”

She and Perry twisted him around. A gasp came from the assembled crowd below. There wasn’t much to see, the railing hid all the good parts and children who were hoping to see some private parts got nothing more than a fleeting view as Billy danced around the deck. But it didn’t matter we all knew it was Billy, and he was naked, and he was going to get his just desserts. Perry and Donna, having front row seats, just stood back and enjoyed the show.

Susie grabbed a newspaper and swatted him hard with it. She prepared this one especially for Billy. It was rolled extra tight, and had some extra rubber bands to make sure it stayed together. In fact nearly 6 inches of it near the end were criss-crossed with maybe a hundred of them. It was almost like a solid slab of hard rubber. The paper was a Friday edition so it was a little extra heavy having some advertisements for sales in the local stores the following day.

The newspaper met Billy’s bare behind with a “whoomp” sound that got caught between the walls of the courtyard and echoed around and amplified itself. You could feel it almost like a concussion standing down below.

Billy let out a grunt and the crowd cheered. Girls squealed and giggled. Boys laughed.

“WHOOMP” came the second blast, louder and more forceful than the last. A group of girls in the front started jumping up and down, clapping like teenagers at an Elvis show. Susie was becoming their hero. How they wished that they could be her taking down this big bully and showing him who’s boss!

“WHOOMP” came the paper once again. Billy’s head snapped back with the stroke. Susie was getting more confidence with every swing. She thought about what Billy did to her last week, and it gave her extra strength. She thought, “I better remember this when I play softball. If I can swing this hard I’ll hit the ball a half a mile.”

“WHOOMP” again, and this time Billy let out a cry. From below, first one voice, and then another picked up the chant, “Su-zie, Su-zie.” Soon the whole crowd was chanting her name encouraging her on. Her swinging fell into a sort of rythm with the chanting.

Even above the chanting, the children could still hear and feel each WHOOMP as Susie laid stroke after stroke on Billy’s butt. It was beginning to turn red and you could see individual imprints from some of the rubber bands.

The chanting broke up as individual children poked each other and whispered, with cupped hands over their neighbors ears (I don’t know why, with all the noise it was difficult to hear any distinct words), “Look at that; he’s crying.” The crowd turned into a murmuring sea of fingers pointing towards the balcony.

Billy was bawling and sobbing like nobody’s business. Nobody knows how many WHOOMPs Billy received that day, but eventually it was over as Susie felt like she couldn’t lift the paper one more time. He stood there in shock, not believing that it was finally over. Through his tears, he could see a blur of faces still looking up at him. It was a memory and a nightmare he would take with him for a long time.

By the time Susie and Perry let him go, he was defeated. He went into the house and got dressed. Some of the children were still gathered when he stepped out on the balcony. They gave him a mock cheer. He rushed down the steps and through the gauntlet of jeering children, and was last seen running down Beauchamp Terrace, never to be a menace at school again.

People wondered at the small parade of admiring fans that followed Susie on her collection rounds that Friday. If the adults ever found out about what she did, they never told us about it.