Learning

Chapter Six: Cheating (Mandy & Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, nc; f/f, spanking, reluctant; f/f, spanking, cons)

The last bell of the day finally rang. Mandy and Steffi started out of their desks along with the rest of the girls, and headed toward the door. Both girls were happy with the "B" grades they had gotten on yesterday's Math test, the first test of the Winter term. They stopped at the sound of their Math teacher's voice.

"Oh, Steffi, Mandy... I need to speak with you for a moment."

The two friends froze, then slowly turned to face Mr. Jackson. They could hear some of the other girls giggling at them and making suggestions about why they were being kept after class.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson?" Mandy said.

"Close the door, then come sit down at your desks, girls. We need to talk about yesterday's tests."

"Wh-what about them?" Mandy asked, nervously as she and Steffi returned to their seats.

"While I was grading these your test papers, I was pleased to see that you'd both done well." Mr. Jackson placed the graded test papers in front of each girl. "But then I noticed something odd. At first, I thought it was merely a coincidence that your scores were identical. But upon further inspection, I discovered that your test papers were identical. Right down to the exact same wrong answers." He looked from one girl to the other.

Mandy and Steffi just stared nervously up at the tall man.

"When I saw that, and then considered the fact that the two of you are best friends and sit next to each other, I could only reach one conclusion. Cheating. One of you copied the other's answers. The only question I have, then, is this: who copied whose answers?" Mr. Jackson folded his arms across his chest and glared sternly at the students.

Both girls stared nervously at their desks and squirmed nervously in their seats. Neither wanted to confess, but neither girl wanted to incriminate the other.

"I'm waiting, ladies," Mr. Jackson said, tapping his foot.

A few moment of silence passed, and them Mandy finally mumbled, "It was me."

Steffi shot Mandy a brief, surprised look. She caught Mandy sending a surreptitious glance that conveyed the message, Don't say anything!

Mr. Jackson looked from one girl to the other. He was actually a bit surprised by Mandy's confession. He remembered her from last year's classes, and knew that she was a bright student who didn't have trouble with math. Steffi was less familiar to him, as she had only been his student for two weeks, but he had heard that she was not a math whiz. "Are you telling the truth, Mandy?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Mandy said, softly.

"Did Steffi allow you to look at her answers?"

"No, Sir. She... she didn't know I was doing it."

"Well. I have to confess that I'm puzzled, Mandy, as to why you felt the need to cheat. If I recall correctly, your poor grades last year, which along with your absenteeism and behavior resulted in the need for you to repeat your freshman year, were mostly the result of simply not handing in your work. The work you didhand in was good."

"I just didn't study this time, Mr. Jackson."

"And so you felt it would be a good idea to cheat. Do you still think it was a good idea?"

"No."

"Steffi," Mr. Jackson said, switching his attention to the younger girl, "Are you sure you didn't know Mandy was looking at your answers?"

Steffi glanced at Mandy, then answered, "I... I didn't know, Mr. Jackson. Honest!"

Mr. Jackson wasn't convinced, but he had a confession from Mandy. In the absence of any other evidence, he had little choice but to accept that confession. "Very well. You may go now, Steffi."

Relieved, but worried about Mandy, Steffi got up and left the classroom. She closed the door behind her, but didn't go far. Next to the door, she waited. She hoped Mandy wouldn't get in too much trouble.

"All right, Mandy, I'm sure you know that cheating is a serious offense, and calls for a stiff punishment," Mr. Jackson said, stepping behind his own desk.

"Yes, Sir, I do." Mandy could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you ready to accept that punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. If my memory serves me correctly, you're familiar with the position. Please assume it."

Groaning inwardly, Mandy got up and walked in front of her desk. She could hear her teacher's desk drawer opening as she turned and bent herself across her desk. She placed her hands, palms down, on the seat of her chair, and waited.

"The standard penalty for cheating on a test is thirty strokes. I'll give you a choice. Would you like to take all thirty with the paddle, or the strap? Or perhaps half with each?" It made little difference to Mr. Jackson which implement Mandy chose. Each inflicted a similar amount of pain; the difference was in the type of pain - the paddle caused deep, throbbing pain, while the strap ignited an intense burning.

"The strap," Mandy answered immediately. She knew she could endure the pain, but she didn't care for the bruising the paddle caused. If her parents found out about this, she'd get it again, and she'd learned that the second spanking was more bearable if she wasn't already bruised by the first spanking.

"Very well. Shall we do this in the usual manner?"

"Yes, Sir." The 'usual manner' in this case was to take the punishment on her bare bottom. Normally, male teachers were not allowed to administer bare-bottom spankings to the girls. But during the previous school year, Mr. Jackson had had a number of opportunities to spank Mandy, and they had come to an unspoken agreement. If Mandy took her punishment bare-bottomed, then Mr. Jackson would not inform her parents. Mandy knew that the difference in pain intensity between bare-bottomed and panty-covered spankings was insignificant, and she wasn't shy about men seeing her butt.

Mr. Jackson lifted Mandy's pleated skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her white panties and tugged them down. He left them just below her bottom, so that her privates remained hidden.

Then the strap was in his hand. The strap was a Scottish-style punishment strap. It was about twenty-four inches long, including the handle, and one and a half inches wide. The leather was not thick, but it was somewhat stiff.

"Let's begin." Mr. Jackson stepped to one side, and aimed the strap. His arm went back, and then forward, and the strap cracked across the very center of Mandy's firm white buttocks. It left a brilliant red stripe on her skin, but coaxed only a grunt and slight jerk from Mandy.

Several seconds were allowed for Mandy to relax and prepare for the next stroke. The second lash connected just below the first; the third just above the first. Each stroke was followed by a few seconds of recovery time.

Mandy was taking her punishment well, being quite accustomed to that kind of pain. School spankings were generally less severe than the ones she got at home. Still, before the whipping was halfway over her reactions to the strokes were becoming more dramatic. Her grunts and gasps turned into cries and yelps. By the twentieth stroke she was crying. One disadvantage to leaving her privates covered by her panties during a bare-bottom spanking was that it left less area available to be struck. The panties, bunched across her sit spot, would absorb most of the impact of any strokes delivered there, making the stroke ineffective. So all of the strokes had to be concentrated into a smaller area.

The strapping finally ended, but Mandy remained bent over for several minutes, waiting for her crying to subside, and rubbing her burning butt with her hands. Mr. Jackson eventually tugged her panties back up, making her gasp and wince at the contact with her well-whipped ass, and lowered her skirt.

"You may go, Mandy. I hope you've learned your lesson. I expect to see no more cheating in my classroom."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Mandy gathered her books and left the room.

Steffi was waiting for Mandy when she emerged, red-faced, from the classroom. She had heard, through the closed door, the sounds of the strap striking Mandy's bottom, and Mandy's cries of pain.

"Mandy! Are you okay? What did he do?" Steffi blurted out.

"He gave me thirty with the strap. No big deal," Mandy replied, feigning indifference.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mandy! I didn't mean for you to get in trouble!" Steffi cried.

"Shhh!" Mandy said, pulling Steffi away from the classroom door. "Don't let him hear you," she whispered.

"Oh, yeah." Steffi was feeling guilty. "Why... why did you say you were the one who cheated?"

"Hey, that's what friends are for," Mandy said, smiling and putting an arm around Steffi's shoulders. "I figured I could take it better than you."

Steffi still felt guilty. "I'll make it up to you, Mandy. I promise!"

"Well of course you will," Mandy said, "And sooner than you think!" She gave Steffi a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. You're still coming over to my house, right?"

"Yeah. My mom said it was okay."

"Cool! You can make it up to me when we get there."

Steffi was still wondering what Mandy meant when they arrived at Mandy's house. Nobody else was there when they went inside.

"Go ahead and go up to my room. I'll be up in just a minute," Mandy said.

"Okay." Steffi trotted up the stairs and down the hall to Mandy's room. She dropped her book bag on the floor and sat on the bed.

Two minutes later, Mandy came in the room, with her hands behind her back. "Are you ready to make it up to me?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess so. What do you want me to do?" Steffi looked uncertainly at her friend.

"Since I took a spanking for you, now I get to spank you!" Mandy said. She brought out her hands from behind her back and showed Steffi the small paddle she held in one hand and the belt she held in the other.

"No!" Steffi cried out immediately.

Mandy gave her friend a hurt look. "I thought you were my friend, Steffi. I thought you wanted to make it up to me." She turned as if she was going to leave the room, saying, "If you just want to take advantage of the way I bailed you out, that's fine." Turning to look at Steffi again, she said, "I'll just tell Mr. Jackson the truth tomorrow."

"Wait!" Steffi cried. "If... if you tell Mr. Jackson, he'll spank me, and then he'll tell my parents, right?"

"That's right. I wasn't going to spank you as hard as he would. But if you'd rather..."

"No! I'll... I'll let you. I'll let you spank me." Steffi was already starting to cry, more upset about hurting her friend's feelings than she was about getting spanked herself.

"Do you mean it?" Mandy asked.

"Yes! You can even spank me as hard as Mr. Jackson spanked you!"

"Okay." Mandy sat on the bed beside Steffi. "Since we're friends, I'll spank you over my knee. That's how friends should do it." Mandy guided the nervous Steffi across her lap and lifted her skirt, then started to tug her panties down.

"Not bare!" Steffi protested.

"Steffi, it hasto be bare!" Mandy said, sounding a bit exasperated. "That's the best way to get a spanking. Besides, Mr. Jackson spanked my bare ass."

"But... I didn't think guy teachers could do that."

"Well, they really aren't supposed to. But remember that deal we made with Mr. Phillips, when he caught us skipping gym class?"

"Yeah..."

"I have the same kind of deal with Mr. Jackson. We didn't actually talk about it. It just worked out that way."

"How did that happen?" Steffi asked, curious.

"I always get spanked bare-ass at home, so the first time Mr. Jackson spanked me, I automatically pulled my panties down. He was the first guy teacher to ever spank me, and I didn't know they weren't supposed to do it that way." Mandy started rubbing Steffi's butt. "He asked me why I pulled my panties down, and I told him. He just said, 'If you prefer.' He pulled them back up to cover my pussy, though, 'cause I'd pulled them down to my knees. Said he didn't need to see that." Both girls giggled at that last bit.

"Then he just spanked me. He didn't say anything else. When I got home that day, I expected to get another spanking from my dad because of it. But he never said anything about it. A few weeks later it happened again, and my dad still didn't spank me at home. So I figured out that Mr. Jackson wasn't telling him. After that, I always let him spank my bare butt."

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Steffi asked.

"No, I'm used to getting spanked that way. Now, are you ready for your spanking?" Mandy was eager to spank her friend.

"I guess so," Steffi replied.

"Then here we go!" Mandy said. She picked up the paddle and smacked Steffi's ass with it. Hard.

"OOOOW!" Steffi hollered. "Mandy, that really hurt!"

"Well, DUH!" Mandy answered her. She smacked Steffi's butt again, and again, and again.

"Oweee! Ouch! It hurts! Hurts!" Steffi squealed. Mandy was spanking her really hard! She tried to reach back to protect her butt, but Mandy caught her wrist.

"Oh no you don't! You're getting as many as I got!"

Steffi whimpered, but settled down. "I can take it," she thought to herself.

Mandy stopped paddling Steffi after fifteen smacks. "Okay, stand up. I'll give you the rest with the belt."

Both girls stood, Steffi crying and rubbing her butt vigorously. Mandy directed Steffi to bend over at the waist and rest her hands on the bed.

Then Mandy picked up the belt.

Mandy had to raise Steffi's skirt out of the way, and she tucked it into the waistband just like Mr. Jackson had done. "Okay, fifteen more, Steffi."

The belt crossed the center of Steffi's well-paddled butt. Steffi shrieked and stood straight up, grabbing her ass. "Oooooooow!" she wailed. In a moment she regained control and reluctantly bent over again. "Please, not so hard, Mandy!"

"You said I could spank you just as hard as Mr. Jackson, Steffi." Mandy drew back her arm and whipped Steffi again, just as hard as before. And again, Steffi stood up and grabbed her butt. "Steffi, this is going to take all day if you keep standing up like that!" She pushed Steffi back down into position. "Try to stay down, okay?"

"O-o-okay..." Steffi whimpered.

Steffi forced herself to remain in position while Mandy whipped her ass thirteen more times, but she wailed in pain through the whole spanking. When it was over, she collapsed, face down, onto the bed. She was sobbing loudly.

Watching her friend crying and rubbing her hot bottom, Mandy felt a pang of remorse. She realized that Steffi couldn't handle a spanking as well as she could. She had been too interested in finding out what it would be like to give a spanking, and hadn't thought about Steffi's feelings.

Mandy laid down next to Steffi and stroked her hair. "I'm sorry, Steff..."

"That really fucking hurt, Mandy!" Steffi shot back.

"I know. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have done that to you." Mandy thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you spank me? Then we'll really be even."

Steffi turned her face toward Mandy. "What?"

"Spank me. I... deserve it."

"No, Mandy, I don't want to do..."

"I mean it, Steff! I'm going to feel terrible if you don't. Please?"

"Are you sure?" Steffi was considering the idea.

"Yes. Spank me, and then we'll both feel better."

"Well... okay."

"Here, I'll lie down on the bed so you don't have to sit down right away." As Steffi stood up, Mandy prostrated herself face down on the bed. She reached back to flip her skirt up. "Now, pull my panties down, and use the belt."

Steffi dragged Mandy's white cotton panties down her legs. She gasped when she saw Mandy's butt, and wondered if her own looked the same. "Mandy, your butt is already sore!"

"That's okay. Just do it," Mandy begged.

Steffi raised her arm and brought the belt down on her friend's butt. Mandy flinched at the contact, but the pain was only from the contact with her already-spanked cheeks, not from the stroke itself.

"Harder, Steffi. I didn't feel that at all."

"But..."

"As hard as you can, Steff!"

Steffi took a deep breath and whipped Mandy again, but much harder than the first time. Mandy gasped and jumped.

"That's better. Whip me thirty times."

Steffi tearfully forced herself to whip Mandy again and again and again. She didn't notice when Mandy slipped a hand under herself.

Mandy's fingers located her clitoris and started rubbing it. She didn't want Steffi to know how much this spanking was turning her on, so she rubbed gently. She came while Steffi was still whipping her, but her orgasm was disguised by her cries of pain. Her moans mixed with her sobs.

In a moment, Mandy stood up. She hugged Steffi and said, "Thanks, Steff. Now we're even for real. Just then, Mandy heard something.

"Shit! Rick's home! Put your underwear back on!" Mandy quickly pulled her panties up. Steffi found her's on the floor, and put them back on as fast as Mandy had. Both girls winced as the cotton dragged across their well-spanked butts.

They arrived downstairs just as Mandy's older brother, Rick, was coming in the front door. The tall, handsome young man smiled at Steffi.

"Hi, Rick," Steffi said, shyly. She'd had a crush on him for about a year.
"Hi, Steffi," Rick said, looking Steffi up and down.
"Steffi was just visiting for a few minutes," Mandy said.
"Yeah. I've got to get home for dinner, though. I'll see you guys later!"

Steffi left by the front door, surreptitiously rubbing her sore bottom through her skirt as she headed in the direction of home.

Mandy smiled. "That was fun," she thought to herself. But then she looked at Rick...

Steffi: 30 spanks Mandy: 60 spanks