Schooling

There I was sitting on the landing of our stairs; a picture of a sorry little girl waiting for her parents to come home from work to deal with her school misdeeds. Sitting with my arms around my knees my chin rested against the top of my knees I wished today hadn’t happened. I don’t know what my friends and I were thinking. I don’t know why I thought skipping class was a good idea let alone skipping class to hang out downtown where Jillian works. The downtown where I knew Jillian was buying lunch today; the sign says catch me. Needless to say, Jillian did catch us. So here I sit waiting for Jillian to come home from work. I could only imagine what Jillian had in store for me. She had all afternoon to contemplate it. In her opinion skipping class was one of the worst things I could do. It shows a complete lack of responsibility Jillian had told me several times before. Responsibility was one of the top rules on our rule list. Something I truly lacked before getting together with Jillian and something I had agreed I needed help with. Why did I think we would ever get away with this?

Five thirty was slowly coming upon me; the time when Jillian would walk in the door. Every car I heard drive past the house made my stomach jump. I really thought I was going to be sick before Jillian would make it home. You see I have always had quite the imagination something I wish I could just shut off during times like these. A rapid imagination and a fear of people leaving me don’t really help you out when you are forced to wait for your disciplinarian to arrive home. I was starting to convince myself that I had done it this time. Jillian wasn’t coming home this time, I had disappointed her into leaving, when I heard Jillian shut the car door. I stayed at the top of the stairs in my huddled position waiting for Jill to make the first move. If she wasn’t calm enough to deal with me yet, I didn’t want to force her into it. I had done that only once in our relationship and I didn’t sit for a week.

I heard Jillian open the door and drop her things on the dining table followed by her slipping off her shoes. I could tell by her sock-foot steps that she was heading for the stairs. I thought about moving from my spot too late. Jillian came around the corner too quickly, turning the stair light on to find me sitting there. I knew right away I had just got myself into deeper trouble. I wasn’t supposed to be there.


“I am so disappointed in you, Sunshine.”


“I know.”


“I want to know how you thought you were going to get away with this. Were you just going to sit there and lie to me? Tell me some made-up story about how class was?”


“I wasn’t going to lie.”


“Pardon? I didn’t hear you?”


“I wasn’t going to lie. I was going to tell you that I skipped.”


“You know that makes it worse, Sunshine. That means you three had this planned out. So you directly disobeyed me.”


“I didn’t want to go. It was an optional review class. I felt I knew everything and didn’t need to go.”


“How long did you know this was a review class?”


“Since last week’s class.”


I was scared now. I watched as Jillian did her little I’m so angry right now spin around. She looked up at me now more hurt than disappointed. My eyes started to slowly well up.


“How long was this planned?”

“About a week.”


“About a week? Okay first let’s start with the first rule you broke. You aren’t allowed to skip class ever. You know that. Class is expensive and I don’t care if you have a scholarship you will go to every class. If you lose that scholarship because you are messing about we can’t afford to pay the tuition. You know that.”


“I know, Jillian. I’m sorry. But it was just a review class.”


“Number two. How dare you not come and talk to me about not wanting to go to the review class. Instead, you lied to me all week.”


“I didn’t lie.”


“Yes, you did. You got up this morning and acted like you were going to class. You lied. And you know the ridiculous part about this? If you had come to me and TALKED to me like you have promised me so many times I probably would have said yes to you missing the class. I am well aware that you don’t really need to go to the Lighting review classes.”


“I’m sorry, Jillian.”


“Am I that scary to talk to about school? Am I? Am I unfair with expecting you to be there for every class? Do you really think you are going to graduate by not showing up?”

“I’m not scared to talk to you.”

“Well, clearly you are.”

“I’m not…”

“I’m done talking about this one. Number three why are you on the landing? Where did I tell you to be?”

“In bed.”

“Then, why aren’t you?”

“I was for a while. I didn’t want to be there anymore.”

“I don’t care what you wanted. You bull-faced disobeyed several rules today and then you still have the gull to sit there and think what you want matters.”

“I’m sorry.”


“You know what you can say I’m sorry till you are blue in the face. You need to start showing me you’re sorry because right now I don’t think you truly are. Actions Sunshine, speak louder than words.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should have talked to you.”


“Yeah, well you didn’t and now we are here. Again! And I’m upset Sunshine. I am so upset and disappointed with you. I thought we were past the, 'I’m afraid to talk to you about bending the rules a bit' thing.”


“We are.”


“We are? I’m glad you think we are. I sure don’t. But I can ensure that after tonight we will be. I’m going to wail your ass until you are wailing. And you will never forget this. So the next time you even flirt with the idea of not coming to talk to me you remember this. And Sunshine you will take the spanking that you have earned and deserve with absolutely no whining or begging or fighting. Do you understand me?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Then you get up, go to the bedroom, get the long paddle and the cane, and get your disobedient ass down here.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


I didn’t need to be told twice. I was in the bedroom within seconds of being sent there. The paddle and the cane were running through my mind. I was expecting more I didn’t fully understand why I was only sent for the paddle and the cane. Then it finally dawned on me, it was Friday. Friday meant casual dress day. Jillian had put jeans on this morning which meant she had her belt on. I was about to get strapped too. I gulped a nervous breath down. I usually enjoyed the belt; my favourite implement to play with. But punishment! I shivered at the very thought; Jillian had this crazy ability to make a person’s favourite implement into an implement of doom. I didn’t want to give Jillian any more reason to spank me harder so I quickly grabbed what I was instructed to and headed downstairs.


Jillian had already prepared the living room just the way she liked it when it was turned into a punishment room. The coffee table was moved to the other side of the room against the wall out of the way. The blinds were drawn closed if only the neighbours knew what was about to happen. Once at the bottom of the stairs implements in hand I looked at my disapproving girlfriend. God she was beautiful looking sitting in the centre of the couch waiting for her disobedient girlfriend to position her naughty unprotected bottom over her lap. It took all I had to stop a smirk from appearing on my face. I knew Jillian would take that as disrespect and I knew I was in enough trouble already.


“Come here, Sunshine.”


I obeyed. Soon I was standing next to Jillian looking down at the lap I was about to go over. Jillian took the implements from me placing them on the floor to her left. Right, where my head would be positioned that way I could look at the tool of butt death as my spanking was starting.


“You are never to behave in this matter ever again, little girl.”


“I won’t.”


“Well, we are going to make sure of that. Bare your bottom.”


One by one my layers of protection were being stripped away. First, my shorts folded and placed nicely on the chair next to the couch; then my panties on top of the shorts. I stood bare in front of the woman I would have done anything for, for only a brief moment.


“Over!”


I climbed right over ready to submit to a spanking I knew I would never forget. I did my best to place my bottom up in the proper position to give Jillian full control over it. I laid my head only briefly on the couch while I waited for the first spank.


“And Sunshine just so you know Laurie and Amy are getting their bottoms roasted too.”


“I figured that.”


“I suggest staying in position, Sunshine.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


Smack! The spanking I had been contemplating since one o’clock had finally come. There was no break right from the beginning. Jillian left no time for either cheek to recover before starting the assault all over again. I could feel my cheeks wobbling more and more as Jillian quickened the pace. She found a quick and firm pace that she didn’t stray from not even once. Had I been that much of a disappointment today? I wasn’t sure I would manage to stay in position if she continued this pace. It seemed like Jillian had it in her mind that I would be crying through the whole spanking. I knew, at that moment, that the only time Jillian would slow the pace down was to change implements. I couldn’t help it, as much as I wanted to stay in position I was finding it increasingly difficult. I started trying to kick my way off her lap. When that wasn’t working I slid down onto my knees making it impossible for Jillian to hit her reddening target. She had enough of my squirming Jillian let me fall off her lap the rest of the way. There I was kneeling head hanging, crying in front of my girlfriend and disciplinarian.


“You, little girl, need to force yourself into staying in position.”


“I’m trying, Jillian. I am. It’s hurting so bad.”


“Look at me.”


It was hard not to obey her. Jillian had taken a hold of my chin and was encouraging me to obey her. Natural I followed her lead I didn’t really have a choice. I was already bare, it wouldn’t take anything to receive a little push reminder. Jillian pulled my eyes right in line with her's something I hated during punishment. She could speak one thousand words with those eyes; they always made me feel guilty.

“You deserve this baby. You earned it. And you will take it. You promised to go to every class didn’t you?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“And you didn’t today, did you?”

“No, Ma’am.”


“Plus, everything else you did today.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Then, why should I have mercy on you?”


“You shouldn’t.”


“Then, get back over my lap, little girl. And stay there.”


Obediently with Jillian’s help I rose and climbed back over Jill’s lap; positioning my bottom properly praying to be able to remain there. Whack! The hand spanking continued. My bottom was back on the defense looking for the smallest of breaks. Jillian’s fierce hand was making sure that was never to happen. My bottom must have been deep red by now, I know my eyes were for sure. I couldn’t find a way to control my sobbing the pain Jillian’s petite hand was inflicting on my tender flesh was interfering with that. Was that petite hand ever going to wear out? I was starting to think my bottom might wear out first when I started feeling the pinching Jillian loved to do after a good long hand spanking; something to do with livening up the buttocks for the next round. Jillian always wanted to make sure I felt each and every spank. I don’t understand how she thought I wouldn’t the way she spanks.


“Ouch! I’m sorry, Jillian”


“Up!”


Jillian wasted no time letting me register what she said. Jillian took hold of me under the arm and pulled me up as she stood up. There I stood looking at my disciplinarian with wet eyes, a runny nose, and a sore and red bottom. I had a feeling about what was next to come but I prayed Jillian would change her mind. Too bad for me that it rarely did, okay I mean never did. Jillian exited to the kitchen leaving me crying and bare standing by the couch. I could hear the water running. I was ready to throw up. Was she filling the spray bottle? Please Jillian, not the spray bottle. I’m already so sore. To my relief, Jillian returned with a warm dampened cloth. Wiping my soaked face she looked into my scared and sorry eyes.


“You knew damn well what I would do before you skipped class today, didn’t you?”


“Then, stop looking like you’re scared of me.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Your eyes are saying different.”

“I can’t help it. You’re so upset with me. I don’t like it.”

“Then you should have behaved and gone to school or talked to me like you are supposed to.”

“I know.”

“Well, it’s too late for talking now. You already did it. You realize what’s coming next don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“What?”


“You’re gonna strap me with your belt.”

“You know it. Bend over that couch.”

Over I went; hands firmly planted on the cushion. I listened as Jillian unbuckled her belt. The swoosh of the leather rubbing against her jeans as she pulled it off just about made me run away. My bottom was so stingy already. The lashes with the leather were going to bite into my very being and it did. The first lash sent me into orbit. When it landed I immediately jumped out of position grabbing hold of my sheering bottom; breaking yet another rule that day. I am to stay in position at all times during a spanking. If I don’t I get more. This I wasn’t thinking of I was thinking of the sheering pain that had just landed across my burning red cheeks. Jillian wasn’t impressed.

“Sunshine Rose, get back into position. Now!”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’m sorry.”


“You take your hands off that cushion again it’ll be 24 strokes of the cane not 12 understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”


The strapping continued. Two or three times I started to get up out of position. Fearing the doom of 24 strokes of the cane I forced myself back down. I bottom must have looked like it was four times its size already and there were still two more implements to go through. My face was completely soaked in tears. I was starting to wonder how a body could produce that many tears at once. I knew I had been extremely disobedient and disrespectful but did I really deserve a strapping like I was receiving. I wasn’t going to be sitting right for a week. I was seriously thinking about begging Jillian to stop, but then the warning flashed through my mind. Begging would get me five more minutes of strapping. or worse, 12 more strokes of the cane. I bite the inside of my lip trying to convince myself that I could take this. The strapping slowed and then stopped altogether.


“Are you feeling more obedient now?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”

“We’ll see about that. How does your bottom feel?”

“Like it’s 400 degrees.”

“Good. It’s going to be about 1000 degrees when we are finished here.”


“Please, Jillian.”

“What did I say at the beginning of this spanking?”

“No whining, no begging, and no fighting.”

“And what are you doing right now? ... Stop it.”

I received a hand reminder with that order; right in the centre of my left cheek and then the right. It must have been at least ten spanks per side. The tears I thought I had somewhat under control started rolling out the corners of my eyes and down my face to the floor.


“Ow, I’m sorry Jillian.”


“Not yet you’re not. At the beginning of the semester, what did we agree on? Do you remember?”


“The paddle, 10 strokes with that evil thing.”


“For?”


“For every class, I skip.”


“And what did you do today? The one thing you swore up and down you wouldn’t do this semester? Hum??”


“Skipped.”


“You know what’s coming to you then.”

“Yeah.”


“Back over again.”

I placed my hands back on the cushion. I was trying to prepare myself as much as I could for the implement of doom. That paddle is the worst invention in the world. I’m already sore is it really necessary to spank me with a wood board; the worst implement known to man. Then there was the point that I did agree with this. Jillian had to put something in place after last semester. I had almost lost my scholarship due to almost failing a class because I had missed like 20 classes before midterms. I failed the midterm and spent the second half of the semester trying disparately to pull my grade up. Jillian was not impressed I spent half the semester lying to her about going to class. I needed to know that it wouldn’t be tolerated this semester. That is why I had planned on telling her about the skipping tonight, lying wasn’t an option, I just wasn’t thinking we would run into her. When Jillian and I had sat down to talk about an appropriate punishment for skipping this semester she had decided on the paddle. I agreed; did I really have a choice. It needed to be something I hated. Apparently, I didn’t hate it enough. CRACK! The first stroke pulled me back to reality. That paddle was a paddle of doom. It felt like my skin broke open. Jillian didn’t tell me till the spanking was over but it did break open.


“Count, I will go to every class!”


“One Ma’am, I will go to every class”


CRACK!!


“Two Ma’am, I will go to every class.”

WHACK!!!!

“Jillian, Three Ma’am, I will go to every class.”

SMACK!!!

“Breath, Sunshine.”


“It hurts. Four, Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


“Well, then you should have gone to class or talked to me.”


“I know.”


CRACK!!


“Five Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


“Halfway, wipe your face. Take a breath.”


“Thank you, Ma’am.”


I grabbed the now cool cloth and wiped away my tears and my nose. I slowed my breathing down as Jillian rubbed my back a little. Letting me know that yes I am in trouble, yes I deserve this, but yes she still loves me and if needs to will hold my hand through my punishment. It however didn’t mean that she would lighten the punishment I had coming to me. I knew that and to be honest I didn’t want her to. I earned it and needed to take every stroke, every spank, and every paddle of it.


“Prepare yourself.”


SMACK!!


“Six Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


WHACK!!

“Seven Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


“Are you going to skip any more classes this semester?”

“No, Ma’am.”


CRACK!!!


“Eight Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


“Are you sure about that?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“I hope so.”


SMACK!!!


“Nine, Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


CRACK!!!!


“Ten Ma’am, I will go to every class.”


“Promise me, Sunshine. No more skipping.”


“I promise. I’m sorry.”


“I believe you.”


“Come here.”


Jillian pulled me up out of position and into her embrace. I cried on her shoulder. My bottom was already well punished I feared the cane. I wanted it but didn’t want it. I prayed for a break.


“Go stand in the corner, little girl. Then we will finish with the cane.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Off you go!”


There in the corner, I stood bare, bruised, slightly bleeding. My bottom hadn’t survived the paddle like I wished it would have. Nose to the corner hands on my head I stood. I can’t fully explain how hot my bottom felt. Jillian wasn’t lying when she said my bottom was going to be 1000 degrees by the time we were done. I could hear Jillian adjusting herself on the couch; a fifteen-minute countdown to the cane. I knew the searing pain I was about to feel very well. I seemed to earn myself the cane at least once a week, it knew how to adjust my attitude in one hell of a hurry. I was afraid of it tonight. I was battered and bruised. I wasn’t sure I could take it but I wanted it. I didn’t want to wait until the morning for it. I wanted the spanking to be done and over with. Jillian called me out of the corner fifteen minutes were up. I was ordered back over the couch for 12 fierce strokes of the cane. They came fierce and fast. I was thankful, Jillian counted it goes faster that way. Jillian pulled me away from the couch, lowered herself onto it, and pulled me back over her lap bottom up. I shivered I thought we were done. Hadn’t I had enough? Jillian then took the cloth from me and started to wipe the blood off my horribly tender bottom. I cringed as she cleaned me up. After which she pulled me onto her lap and held me as I cried all the guilt and pain away.


“You’re a good girl, Sunshine.”


“I’m sorry I was disobedient. I’m sorry, I skipped. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you.”


“I know you are. Sunshine, if this ever happens again it will be ten times worse, understand?”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“Do you agree with me? You know we can’t afford for you to throw your scholarship away.”


“I know. I agree, Jillian. I promise no more skipping.”


“Well, Sunshine. You know where naughty well-spanked little girls belong?”


“In bed without dinner.”


“Off you go then.”


“Yes, Ma’am.”


“And Crush goes on the trunk for the night.”


“Please, Jill. Don’t take Crush away.”


“You know better! Off you go to bed.”


I slowly and carefully climbed the stairs to bed. After placing Crush on the trunk and pulled on my tank top then climbed into bed bare bottom. Jillian didn’t say to put panties on so I figured it was okay besides I was too sore. I laid there trying to study my Lighting text but soon found out I was too worn-out too. Jillian came to bed at eleven to find a very sore, sorry, and sleeping little girl. Jillian couldn’t hide her amusement; there was her sweet loving girlfriend curled up on her side, a lighting textbook lying on her side, red bruised bottom hanging out of the covers, and her thumb stuck in her mouth. Giggling a little at the site Jillian changed into her pajamas and walked around to my side of the bed grabbing Crush on her way. Bending down she kissed me goodnight tucking Crush under my arm. Jillian stood and surveyed her little girlfriend one more time.


“Well I never said panties.”