Learning

Chapter Eight: The Piano Lesson (Steffi)

(M/f, spanking, serious, nc; M/f, spanking, severe, nc)

Fumbling through the difficult classical piece on the piano, Steffi was keenly aware of how poorly she was playing. Worse, she knew that her teacher was noting each and every mistake. When she reached the end of the song, she folded her hands in her lap and stared at the piano keys.

The piano teacher, Mr. Sanderson, said, "I'm disappointed, Steffani. That was terrible!" The old man clucked his tongue at his young student. "I really expect better of you."

"I... I know," Steffi mumbled. "But this song is hard!"

"Steffani, I've been teaching you for six years. This piece should be well within your capabilities." He took a folded sheet of paper from the notebook on his lap. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."

"Um, come to what?"

Mr. Sanderson handed the paper to Steffi. "Here is a letter your father sent me. You probably won't like what it says."

Steffi unfolded the paper. It was a short note, written in her father's handwriting.

"Dear Mr. Sanderson," it began, "I have grown very dissatisfied with Steffani's apparent lack of progress in her piano playing. While neither I nor my wife are musicians, we can still tell that Steffi is not playing well.

"If her performance in other areas is any indication, I must attribute her poor playing to inattention and laziness. I cannot fault your teaching, as you came highly recommended by several people.

"I have come to the conclusion that Steffani is in need of motivation. To that end, I am authorizing you to provide that motivation. You are free to punish her in any way you see fit. Rest assured that you will suffer no repercussions for any actions you choose to take."

"Sincerely, Jacob McAllister."

Steffi stared at the letter, dumbfounded. "How could Daddy do this to me?" she whispered. She looked up at her teacher and said, "You aren't really going to... punish me... Are you, Mr. Sanderson?"

"Oh, I most certainly am, young lady." Mr. Sanderson had a small smirk on his face. "Believe it or not, your father is not the first parent to issue such instructions. I feel that, because he is the one paying me, I am compelled to follow his instructions. Please, stand up."

"Mr. Sanderson, please..."

"I'm sure you don't want me to have to tell you father that you were being uncooperative," said the teacher, raising his voice. "It will be easier on you if you do as I say."

Trembling, Steffi stood. Her heart was pounding. "How could Daddy have done this?" she thought again.

Mr. Sanderson lifted the seat of the piano bench and took an eighteen-inch ruler from inside, then lowered the seat again. He stood and said, "Step behind the bench and face the piano, Steffi." When his student had complied, he continued, "Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat." The teacher watched the way Steffi's blue jeans stretched taut across her petite bottom when she bent.

Steffi waited, trembling. She was furious at her father for allowing such a thing, and afraid of the spanking. "Aaaah!" she cried when the hard wooden ruler cracked across her butt. That stung! "Ow!" The second blow was as hard as the first, and she tried to fight back the tears she felt coming. "Oooooowwwieeeee!" she howled when the third blow landed. It was definitely harder than the first two, and the pain made the tears flow. Steffi started to cry, and the spanking continued.

The old piano teacher certainly knew how to spank a girl. He spanked with a steady pace, allowing three or four seconds between swats. The spanks covered the girl's whole bottom, from the tops of her buttocks to the crease where her cheeks met her thighs. And each blow was hard, too. Mr. Sanderson kept spanking her for several minutes, until Steffi's knees were buckling each time he struck her ass.

"Please stoooop! Stop! It hurts!" Steffi wailed and cried, and tears poured from her eyes. She had never been spanked with a ruler before, and was surprised at now much it hurt. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be sporting some serious welts on her ass!

"I will stop when I'm good and ready!" Mr. Sanderson emphasized his words with an especially hard spank that made Steffi howl and stand straight up. The girl was rubbing her butt and dancing in place. "Get back down, Steffi. We're not finished!"

Miserably, Steffi returned to her bent position. Sobbing, she braced herself for more spanking. And she got plenty more. Mr. Sanderson didn't quit spanking her until he had smacked her ass one hundred times. Steffi wept bitterly while she rubbed her ass.

When Steffi finally settled down, Mr. Sanderson said, "Now you will play this song again. I expect to hear fewer mistakes this time. Play it more slowly if you must, but make fewer mistakes!" He pointed at the sheet music and glared at his young student.

"No... you can't be serious... I can't sit down!" Steffi just stared at her teacher.

"I suggest that you have a seat and start playing, young lady." Mr. Sanderson's tone of voice left no room for argument. Tears in her eyes, Steffi gingerly sat down.

After adjusting the sheet music, Steffi hesitantly laid her fingers on the keyboard and started to play. As Mr. Sanderson suggested, she played it slower than the first time. Unfortunately, the pain in her bottom and her nervousness distracted her. She cried knowing that she was playing the song even worse than the first time. The final chord still ringing, Steffi bowed her head, fearing the worst.

"I'm sure you realize that that performance was disgraceful. Stand up!" Not waiting for compliance, Mr. Sanderson grabbed Steffi's arm and hauled her to her feet.

Panicking, Steffi wailed, "Noooooooooo! Please, Mr. Sanderson!"

"Be quiet! You deserve everything you're getting!" The teacher turned Steffi to face him. "Take your pants down."

Steffi just stared at him. "Y-you're gonna spank my bare butt?"

"Of course not. That would be inappropriate. You may keep your panties on. Now do it!"

Sobbing, Steffi unfastened her jeans. Instead of making her bend over this time, Mr. Sanderson ordered her to lie face down on the piano bench. She grabbed onto the bench's legs with her hands. Her skin crawled when she felt the old man adjusting her panties and smoothing them across her buttocks.

"Only fifty this time," said Mr. Sanderson, "since you don't have the protection of your jeans."

He raised the ruler and laid it hard across the center of Steffi's ass. Steffi's body jerked and her cheeks clenched, and she let out a loud shriek. The teacher whaled on her poor, burning butt over and over until Steffi was almost delirious with pain. Lacking the layer of her jeans, the blows felt sharper and hotter. When the count reached twenty, she couldn't stand it any more and she reached back to protect her bottom.

Stopping a blow just short of hitting Steffi's hands, Mr. Sanderson barked, "Hands away from your bottom!" When Steffi's hands moved back to the bench legs, the cruel spanking resumed. A few blows later, Steffi's hands shot back again. "Steffi, if you reach back again, I'm going to start all over! Now, get your hands away from your bottom!" The young girl sobbed miserably as she obeyed.

The remainder of the spanking was administered without interruption. When it was over, Steffi just laid there, weeping and rubbing her poor bottom. Mr. Sanderson glanced out the window. "I see your father is here to pick you up. You'd better compose yourself and pull your pants up."

Steffi slowly got to her feet. With great difficulty she got her pants up and fastened. She whimpered at the way the tight jeans squeezed her burning ass. Walking to the door was very painful. She turned at Mr. Sanderson's voice.

"Remember to practice, Steffani."

Giving her teacher an angry glare, she left.

Seeing the way Steffi sat, and the messy condition of her face, her father knew what had happened. "So I was right. You haven't been practicing very hard."

"Daddy! How could you let him do that to me?" Tears rolled down Steffi's face and she searched her father's face for sympathy. There was none to be seen.

Jacob put the car in gear and pulled away from the piano teacher's house. "I allowed it because you deserved it. Maybe now you'll practice harder. I don't like wasting money, Steffi, and when you thoughtlessly fail to practice the piano, you're wasting the money I spend on lessons."

"But Daddy..."

"No buts, Steff." He drove a bit further and then said, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, and we're going to finish this when we get home."

Steffi stared at her father. "He can't be serious," she thought.

"I'll call Mr. Sanderson to find out how many times he spanked you. You'll get the same from me at home."

Unable to believe what she was hearing, and starting to feel sick, Steffi turned away from her father and stared out the window. The ride home was too short.

"All right, Steffi, go inside. I'll be there in five minutes. When I come inside, I expect to find you standing in front of my chair naked, with your hands on top of your head. Go."

Knowing it was useless to argue, Steffi got out of the car and trudged up the driveway and into the house. Crossing the room she tossed her piano books on top of the piano. Slowly, but not too slowly because she knew Daddy would be there in a few minutes, she stepped in front of Daddy's chair and started undressing. Tears trickled down her cheeks while she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She dropped the blouse on the coffee table, then bent to untie her shoes. Her jeans came off next, and it was a relief to have them no longer squeezing her sore bottom, even though she knew the relief was only going to last for a few minutes. Reluctantly, Steffi took off her bra, and then stepped out of her panties. her undergarments joined her blouse and jeans on the coffee table.

Wearing only her socks, Steffi turned to face her father's empty chair. She placed her hands on top of her head and laced her fingers together, and waited. Humiliated by her nakedness, and fearing the spanking to come, she cried. To make matters worse, her father ended up making her wait like that for ten minutes instead of five.

Finally, Jacob strolled into the house. He picked up the telephone and dialed Mr. Sanderson. Getting the information he needed, he sat down in his chair in front of his daughter. He glared at her for a minute before speaking, and he could see her growing more and more nervous. "Go fetch the paddle, Steffi."

"Daddy, please..."

"Go get the paddle, dammit!" Jacob yelled, startling Steffi. He smiled to himself when he saw the way her small breasts jiggled when she jumped. When she turned to walk across the room, he could see how red her ass was. Mr. Sanderson had been quite thorough.

Steffi returned to her father and nervously handed him the big paddle. "Please, don't spank too hard, Daddy!" She was crying harder now, and she was afraid.

"I'll spank you as hard as I think I need to, Steffi. Now, get yourself across my knee, and let's get this over with." Jacob could see that his daughter was shaking as she draped herself across his lap. "So, Mr. Sanderson spanked you a hundred and fifty times?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Then that's what you'll get from me." With that announcement, Jacob raised the paddle and smashed it down on Steffi's bare ass.

"Ooooooooooowwwwwwwieeeeeee! Daddeeeeeee! Nooooo!" Steffi shrieked in agony! The blow was much harder than any she'd received from Mr. Sanderson, and she knew there was no way she could take one hundred and fifty like that! "Not so hard!"

"Shut up and take it, girl! You deserve it!" Jacob whaled away on poor Steffi's ass, very hard. More than once, he had to stop and order to keep her hands out of the way. Finally, he ended up tightly holding both of her wrists behind her back with his strong left hand. Still she struggled mightily and kicked her legs furiously, and the room was filled with her shrieks and wails. But none of these distractions stopped Jacob from administering the paddling he felt she had earned.

The fourteen-year-old girl was in horrible pain. The earlier spanking had greatly sensitized her bottom, making this second spanking hurt even more. And the painful blows from the paddle just kept on coming, raining steadily on her burning, aching butt. Eventually, she ran out of strength to resist, and she slumped over Daddy's lap. Her ability to struggle deserted her, and she just laid there absorbing the harsh paddling.

Steffi didn't even realize the paddling had ended. She was in so much pain that it really didn't even make any difference. That paddle was much heavier and wider than Mr. Sanderson's ruler, and each blow hurt far more. When her father told her to stand up, she almost couldn't. She hurt so much that it was difficult to stand. Eventually though, with some effort, the sobbing girl managed to get to her feet. Her nakedness forgotten, she stood there gingerly rubbing her bottom and crying.

"I hope this has taught you a lesson, Steffani." Jacob said. "From now on, I hope you will work harder at the piano. Because if you don't, we'll have to do this all over again."

"I'll try, Daddy, I'll really try!" Steffi wailed. "I promise I'll do better!"

"For your sake, I hope you do. Now, go to your room. If you want to come down for dinner later, that's up to you. If you do decide you want to eat, I want you to put on those tight little short shorts of yours before you come down." Jacob thought for a moment, then continued, "In fact, I think wearing those shorts after a spanking is a good idea. I want you to do that from now on."

Steffi stared at her father, then picked up her clothes and slowly and painfully climbed the stairs to her room. She dropped her clothes on the floor, then went into the bathroom where she wet a washcloth with cold water. Steffi gasped when she looked over her shoulder to inspect her bottom in the mirror. Her bottom was horribly bruised! She knew it was going to take several days for those bruises to fade.

Back in her room, Steffi laid herself face down on her bed. Reaching back, she laid the wet washcloth on her burning bottom. After some initial stinging, the cool water began to soothe the pain. But not nearly enough. When she thought about trying to get into her shorts, Steffi decided that she was going to miss dinner tonight.

Steffi: 300 spanks