Learning
by T-Luv
.2004
WARNING: You must be at least 18 years of age to read this story. The following
story may describe consensual or non-consensual spanking or other BDSM activity
involving one or more adult women and/or teenaged girls. The story may also
describe consensual or non-consensual sexual activity between adults, between
minor persons, or between minors and adults, and will be clearly tagged as
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters in this story are the
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Chapter Thirteen: If It Isn't One Thing... (Steffi, Mandy & Jasmine)
(F/fff, spank, nc; F/ff, spank nc)
Mandy took the last drag off the cigarette she and Steffi were sharing behind
the gym. She dropped the butt on the ground and crushed it out with the toe of
her shoe. She glanced at her watch and exclaimed, "Oh, shit, Steffi! We're gonna
be late for History! Let's go!"
The two blondes scooped up their book bags and set off toward their classroom at
a run. "Hurry, Mandy!" Steffi exclaimed. They ran as fast as they could, but it
wasn't fast enough. They heard the bell ringing just as they entered the school
building. Up the stairs they raced, and down the hallway. Stopping just before
reaching the door to their classroom, the girls paused to catch their breath.
Mandy cautiously peeked through the window of the door.
With a giggle, Mandy whispered, "Mrs. Clifford is spanking Jasmine!"
"Again? I wonder what she did this time," wondered Steffi.
"Probably the same thing as always," Mandy replied, "dress code violation."
Mandy looked on for a moment longer and said, "Clifford's back is turned. Maybe
we can sneak in. C'mon!" Carefully, Mandy eased the door open. She and Steffi
slipped in and closed the door silently before sliding behind their desks in the
back row. They did their best to look nonchalant while they watched the teacher
deliver the final three swats of Jasmine's punishment. Mandy gazed at the petite
brunette's butt, secretly wishing that Mrs. Clifford gave bare-bottom spankings.
She thought Jasmine was awfully cute.
"That's twenty," declared the matronly history teacher. "Go to your seat."
Jasmine rose from where she had been bent over the teacher's desk, and let her
skirt fall back over her bottom. Mandy and Steffi could now see that she had
worn it far too short. When Jasmine turned around, there was a hint of tears,
but she was trying not to show her pain as she made her way back to her desk.
Mandy and Steffi were just beginning to believe that they had entered the
classroom undetected, but Mrs. Clifford wasted no time disillusioning them of
that idea. "Miss Clark. Miss McAllister. I do hope you didn't think I missed
your late entrance. Come to the front of the class, please.
Sighing, the two friends got up and walked to the front. Mrs. Clifford looked at
her attendance record, and said, "I thought so. This is the third time you two
have been tardy this month. I'm sure you know what that means. Steffani, if you
will stand beside my desk, I'll deal with you in a moment. Mandy, bend over the
desk." Mandy glared at her, but complied. "Raise your skirt." Obediently, Mandy
reached back and lifted her skirt to expose her white cotton panties.
"Very good. You will receive ten swats for your tardiness," announced Mrs.
Clifford. She aimed her paddle, then drew back her arm and slapped the wood hard
against Mandy's bottom. Mandy winced, but didn't move. The second swat was just
as hard as the first, and so was the third, and so were the rest of the swats
Mandy had earned. The teacher wished she could really paddle Mandy. Long and
hard and painful. Mandy had been in her class the previous year and had seemed
to go out of her way to infuriate her. But ten swats were all that were allowed
for tardiness, so ten would have to do. "That's ten. Stand up and move aside.
It's your friend's turn."
Mandy got up and pushed her skirt back down. Ten swats wasn't much of a
punishment for her, compared to what she got at home. Her eyes were dry, and she
made a point of letting Mrs. Clifford, as well as her classmates, see the smirk
on her face.
Mrs. Clifford pointedly ignored Mandy and turned to Steffi. "All right, Miss
McAllister, it's your turn. Assume the position, just like your friend here."
Steffi was extremely nervous. Though she had endured many spankings in the past
few months, she had never been spanked in front of an audience. The thought of a
classroom full of giggling girls watching her punishment was almost too much for
her. She looked at her teacher with pleading eyes and said, "Please, Mrs.
Clifford, can't you spank me in private?"
"I'm afraid not. You'll be spanked in front of the class, just like everybody
else." Pointing at her desk, Mrs. Clifford continued, "Now get bent over that
desk, and lift your skirt. If I have to do it for you, I'll add five swats to
what you've already earned."
Whimpering, Steffi did as she was told. As she bent over the desk, she thought
to herself, I won't cry. I'll be strong like Mandy. I won't cry. She reached
back and lifted her skirt, and she waited.
WHAP! Steffi gasped, but didn't cry out.
SMACK! Another gasp, but no other sound.
CRACK! Steffi gritted her teeth, determined not to cry.
WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAM!
Only three more to go... I won't cry!
WHAP! WHAP! SMACK!
To her own surprise, Steffi had endured the spanking without crying out, and
without shedding a tear! When her teacher gave the word, she stood up and looked
proudly at Mandy. I didn't cry! She saw that Mandy looked just as proud of her.
"All right girls, get back to your seats. Let's get this class started!" Mrs.
Clifford commanded. The two girls walked quickly back to their desks.
History class was long and boring, and Steffi was discovering just how
uncomfortable it is to sit on a hard chair with a freshly spanked bottom. The
discomfort made the time pass even more slowly. Eventually the class did end,
and Steffi and Mandy quickly gathered up their books and stuffed them into their
backpacks. Because they were in the back row, they were close to the door and
were usually among the first students to leave the classroom. But before they
made it out the door, Mrs. Clifford's voice rang out.
"Oh, Mandy? Steffi? By the way, I couldn't help noticing the smell of cigarettes
on your breath. I would like the two of you to report to the Principal's office
after school. I'll be sure to let her know you're coming. Have a nice day!" The
teacher couldn't help smiling at the looks on her student's faces.
Steffi and Mandy hurried out of the classroom, trying to ignore the giggles and
smart remarks directed their way by their classmates. Once out of the room,
Mandy whispered to Steffi, "That bitch! She just had to let everybody know we're
gonna get spanked again!"
"Oh nooooo!" Steffi groaned. "I'm really gonna get it when I get home!"
"Me too," said Mandy. "I always get the same punishment at home that I got at
school."
"My dad told me that if I ever got spanked at school, he would give me double my
school punishment!" Worriedly, Steffi continued, "And I just know that he's
going to add on his own punishment for smoking!"
"Damn," said Mandy.
If History class had gone by too slowly, the rest of the school day went by too
quickly. Before the girls knew it, the day's last bell was ringing and it was
time to report to the Principal's office. Together, they trudged slowly toward
their fate.
"Oh damn!" hissed Steffi.
"What's the matter?" Mandy asked.
"I just thought of something else I'm gonna get spanked for. Going to the
Principal's means that I'm gonna be late getting home. I know my Mom will spank
me for that before she turns me over to my Dad."
"Hang on," said Mandy. "Maybe I can help with that." She dug her cell phone out
of her purse and quickly dialed a number. When the person at the other end
answered, she said, "Hey Rick, I need a huge favor... Well, you see, Steffi and
I have to go to the Principal's office..."
Steffi whipped her head around to stare at her friend, shocked that Mandy was
telling her brother about what was going to happen. "Mandy!"
"Shhh!" Mandy hissed. "No, not you, Rick. Anyway, Steffi's parents have the same
deal that Mom and Dad have about me getting spanked at school... Yeah, you know
what I mean... Well, she's afraid she's gonna get it for getting home late, too.
So maybe you can help her out and be ready to drive her home as soon as we're
finished here? Oh, thanks Rick! I'll make it up to you later! Be waiting out
front, okay? 'Bye!" She hung up the phone and turned to Steffi. "Rick's gonna
pick us up with his pickup as soon as we're done, and he'll get you home in
plenty of time. That should save you a little bit of spanking, anyway."
"I can't believe you told your brother I was gonna get a spanking!" Steffi
said, incredulously. "Oh come on, Steff! He knows that every girl in this school
gets
spanked! Just like all the boys at his school do!"
"Rick gets spanked, too?"
"Um, well, not anymore. He doesn't really break the rules anyway, but when he
does he kinda gets away with it 'cuz he's the star of the football team."
Looking up, Mandy saw that they had arrived at the school office. "Well, here we
are."
The girls walked into the office and stopped at the secretary's desk.
"May I help you girls?" asked the secretary.
"Um, Mrs. Clifford sent us to see Mrs. Wainwright," answered Mandy.
"Names?"
"Amanda Clark and Steffani McAllister."
The secretary looked at a list of names on her desk, then said, "Mrs. Wainwright
is expecting you. There are some others in line ahead of you, so have a seat.
She pointed to a row of plastic chairs outside the Principal's office door.
The girls saw, to their surprise, that Jasmine was sitting in one of the chairs.
Taking the chair beside her, Mandy said, "I didn't hear Mrs. Clifford send you
here."
"She didn't," said Jasmine. "I never adjusted my skirt after her class, and got
spanked by two more teachers. Mr. Jensen sent me here."
"Did you cry when Jensen spanked you?"
"Nope. None of these teachers spank as hard as my Dad does."
"Same here," said Mandy. "But have you ever been sent to the Principal before?"
"No..."
"I have. She spanks hard. You'll cry."
"I won't," Jasmine assured Mandy. But she didn't look quite as confident as she
had a minute earlier.
Just then, the door to the Principal's office opened, and an older girl, a
senior, came out. Her face was red and streaked with tears, and her eyes were
puffy from crying. She was gingerly rubbing her bottom as she walked away.
Mandy turned to Jasmine and said, "Your turn."
The suddenly nervous brunette looked at Mandy, then got up and walked timidly
into the office. The door closed behind her. A minute later, the slap of leather
and cries of pain could be heard through the door.
Steffi looked with wide eyes at Mandy and asked, "How come we couldn't hear the
other girl crying?"
"Because Mrs. Wainwright will let you wait until you've stopped crying before
you leave, if you want. That girl's spanking was probably already over before we
got here."
"Oh."
Five minutes later, the door opened again. Jasmine walked out, still sobbing.
She didn't look at Mandy or Steffi as she walked past them. Steffi stared after
her, getting worried herself.
"Well, I guess it's my turn," said Mandy, standing and taking a deep breath.
"Wish me luck!" She turned quickly and strode into the Principal's office,
closing the door solidly behind her.
"Hello, Amanda," said the Principal. Mrs. Wainwright was in her fifties, and
still quite attractive, and her conservative suit, her glasses and the bun in
her hair gave her the dignified look her position required. Her authority was
evident.
"Hi, Mrs. Wainwright," Mandy replied.
"I must congratulate you, Mandy. Almost three months since the school year
started, and this is your first visit to my office. If I remember correctly, it
took you less than a week, last year."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well, you're here now. Mrs. Clifford has informed me that she smelled cigarette
smoke on your breath," Mrs. Wainwright said. "I assume that means that you were
smoking on school grounds. I'm afraid I can't let that kind of thing slide, Miss
Clark. If you'll assume the position, we'll get this over with. You doremember
the position, don't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wainwright." Mandy stepped over to the "spanking bench" at one side
of the office. It wasn't really a bench. Rather, it was an upholstered, padded
plank. One end of the bench was attached to the wall, and from there it sloped
at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. Mandy straddled the board and leaned
forward, resting her chest and hips on the cushion. She reached up, took hold of
the handles on either side of the bench, and waited.
Mrs. Wainwright picked up the strap that had been laying on her desk, and said,
"I'm going to give you thirty strokes, Mandy. Frankly, I think that you deserve
far more than that, but this school's charter sets the limit at thirty strokes
for a single offense."
"Don't worry," said Mandy, sarcastically. "There will be plenty more waiting for
me at home."
"And I take great comfort in that, young lady." Lifting Mandy's skirt and
tucking the hem into the waistband, she continued, "I'm sure you recall that I
always administer bare-bottom spankings."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Once Mandy's skirt was adjusted so that it wouldn't fall back down, Mrs.
Wainwright hooked two fingers into the waistband of the girl's panties and
tugged them down, just far enough to barely expose Mandy's privates. Once the
underwear was adjusted to the Principal's satisfaction, she stepped back and
took aim. I would like you to count each stroke, out loud."
The Principal hefted the strap. It was an effective tool: eighteen inches by two
inches of smooth, black leather, plus a handle, and it had crossed the bottoms
of hundreds of naughty girls over the years. The strap had met Mandy's bottom
more times than Mandy could count, and was about to add onto that total. Mrs.
Wainwright drew her arm up and back, and then the strap whistled through the air
and slapped across Mandy's butt, just below her tailbone, with a resounding
CRACK!"
Mandy's body tensed, and she gasped, "One!"
Again, the Principal swung the strap, aiming so that the second stroke landed a
bit lower, overlapping the first.
"Two!"
SMACK!
"Threeeeee!"
WHAP!
"FOOOORUUUR!"
Mrs. Wainwright was an expert with the strap, and every stroke landed exactly
where she wanted it to land. She worked her way down Mandy's bottom, each stroke
overlapping the one before, and each stroke coaxing a slightly louder cry from
the student. The fifteenth and sixteenth lashes struck in exactly the same spot
- Mandy's sit-spot. Mandy squealed in response to those, and very nearly lost
her grip on the handles. The pain from those blows was the most intense, and yet
they were strangely, ever-so-slightly pleasurable. The fifteen-year-old had
discovered, long ago, that spanks to that part of her bottom sent shock-waves
straight through her pussy!
CRACK!
"SEVENteen!" Mandy wailed as the strokes started traveling back up her
butt-cheeks.
In her chair outside of the Principal's office, Steffi squirmed and fidgeted,
trying not to listen to the sounds coming from within. To her, having to listen
was bad enough; knowing that she was next made it even worse. She jumped in her
seat every time she heard the strap strike, and grew more nervous each time
Mandy cried out. Mrs. Wainwright must really be spanking hard, she thought to
herself. I've never heard Mandy yell so loud when she was getting a spanking!
Well, except that time Daddy hit her with that strop...
"THIIIIRTEEEEEE!" Mandy shrieked when the final blow landed. The spanking was
over, but Mandy didn't get up right away. She just relaxed on the bench, sobbing
softly to herself. After a moment, she reached back and gently rubbed her
burning bottom. She spanks almost as hard as Daddy does...
"All right Miss Clark, that will be all." Mrs. Wainwright set her strap aside
and then tugged Mandy's panties back up and her skirt back down. "I hope you
have learned your lesson. I want no more smoking on school property!
You may go as soon as you're ready. Send in your friend on the way out."
Mandy was rubbing her bottom through her skirt, and Steffi could see the streaks
of tears on her face as she came out of the Principal's office. "Ouch," she
said. "Well, it's your turn, Steff."
"Was it bad?" Steffi asked, worriedly.
"Of course it was," Mandy replied, wincing when she rubbed her butt a bit to
hard. "She's the Principal, after all. She's had more practice than anybody else
here. Just remember one thing: hold as still as you can. Wainwright spanks
harder if you try to dodge too much. And she'll make you count. Say the numbers
as soon as she, well you get the idea. It'll get over faster."
"Oh."
"Better get in there and get it over with," said Mandy, tossing her head at the
door.
"Wait for me, okay?"
"Rick's waiting for us, remember? Now hurry up, or even Rick's driving won't get
you home on time!"
Steffi reluctantly entered the office and closed the door behind her.
When Steffi came back out ten minutes later, she was still crying. She knew she
had to hurry, and had left the office as quickly as she could when her strapping
was over with. "Let's go," she said, tersely.
The two girls hurried as much as they could without earning another spanking for
running in the halls. As he had promised, Rick was waiting in front of the
school with the engine running. Mandy yanked open the passenger door and told
Steffi, "Get in!"
Steffi climbed into the cab of the pickup and sat gingerly in the middle. "Hi,
Rick," she said timidly. There were butterflies in her stomach when she
scrunched up against Rick to make room for Mandy. She was thrilled to be sitting
so close to the boy she had a big crush on, and at the same time she was
incredibly embarrassed by the fact that Rick knew exactly why she was sitting so
close to him. The burning in her bottom was only slightly hotter than the
burning blush on her face. Still, she did her best to look nonchalant.
Mandy slammed the passenger door shut and yelled, "Go!" Rick put his truck in
gear and sped out of the parking lot. He took the most direct route to Steffi's
house; he knew the way because he had dropped Mandy off there a few times.
"Hey," said Rick, "don't be embarrassed, Steffi. Getting spanked ain't no thing.
Mandy gets 'em all the time." He had a good idea of how Steffi was feeling right
now, and was trying his best to relieve her embarrassment. "Everybody that goes
to your school, and my school too, gets spanked, None of the other kids are
gonna give you any shit about it, cuz they probably get it just as bad. I could
tell you about some to the whippings I've gotten! Hoo-boy."
Steffi didn't answer, but she knew Rick was just trying to help. Besides, her
attention at the moment was on the fact that his hand was rubbing against her
bare thigh while he worked the stick shift. There was a strange feeling inside
of her because of that.
It took only a few minutes to drive to Steffi's neighborhood. A block away from
her house, Steffi said, "Let me out here. I'll walk the rest of the way. My mom
might not like me sitting so close to you... I mean..."
Rick grinned. "I know what you mean." Pulling to the side of the road, he said,
"Be tough, girl! see ya later!"
Mandy got out so the Steffi could hop down, then climbed back inside. "I'll tell
you about mine if you'll tell me about yours, okay?"
"Okay. I gotta go. Thanks for the ride, Rick." Steffi turned and headed for
home.
Mandy and Rick watched until Steffi was out of sight. Rick made a U-turn so that
Steffi's mom wouldn't see his truck, then headed toward home. The two of them
rode in silence for a few minutes, and then Rick looked at his sister and
declared, "I've gotto fuck her."
"Really?" Mandy replied.
"Hell yeah," said Rick. "She's fuckin' hot. And damn cute, too." He had a
hard-on that had started about the same time Steffi had sat down next to him,
and which still hadn't subsided.
Mandy was surprised to realize she felt a tiny bit jealous. She knew she
shouldn't. Rick slept with lots of girls. And he was her brother, after all. But
she couldn't help it.
"She's a virgin, ya know."
"Well, I kinda figured that."
"Want me to help you out?" Mandy's initial jealousy was fading as she recalled
some of the things she had seen in Rick's porn videos. Things like the scenes
with two girls and one guy. Of course, she hadn't told Rick about what she and
Steffi had done together.
"Would you do that? That would be cool!"
"Okay. But she's my best friend, Rick. You'd better not break her heart!"
Rick smiled and said, "I promise."
Now Mandy smiled, slyly. "And you'd better not dump me, either!"
"Hey, do I look stupid?" Rick asked, laughing. "If she's a virgin, I'll never
get her to do some of the things you do." You never know,Mandy thought. You
never know. Out loud she said,
"Do you think Dad will make it a full-family spanking tonight?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
"But you hope so."
"Well, duh." Rick grinned.
That's my big brother! Mandy smiled to herself. She knew that her parents would
be going out tonight, after her punishment, because her mother had mentioned it
that morning. That meant Rick would be able to "comfort" her afterward. And then
they could talk about Steffi.
Mandy: 40 spanks
Steffi: 40 spanks
Jasmine: 60+
