Talking to Jeff a little about my writing style, I remembered this story I wrote once upon a time. As is common with me, what started as a role-play session with Bruce evolved into an entire story. Know that this is NOT a tk story, this comes from the other side of my wee brain...
She stood outside the house for a long, long time. Even though he was
expecting her and things would be harder on her if she were late, she
had trouble opening the big doors. Once she was inside the Sigma house
there would be no turning back. Not that she had much choice now…
He saw her from his window, a slight smile quirking his lips. She was
so small that from up here she looked like a nervous 12 yr old,
twisting her sweater buttons and shifting from foot to foot. The oak
paddle she held looked enormous in her hands. With her long chestnut
curls up in a pony tail, tiny denim shorts and white Candies socks and
tennies, she would have had a hard time convincing anyone that she was
18 and a freshman in college. When she wore a dress for a formal and
showed off her curves it was obvious, but today she looked like she
felt. Like a naughty little girl on her way to a paddling.
Taking a deep breath and deciding to get it over with, she entered the
big frat house and glanced around-maybe no one was home, and no one
else would hear her. She hated it when the other Brothers were around
for her discipline, it was so embarrassing! It was true that they
never really teased her, any more than her Big Brother would tease the
other little sisters from Tri Delta. But they always had those knowing
smiles when she fled the house, and she could swear she heard them
laughing as she ran, trying not to rub her...her...she hated it that
they knew.
Her watch told her that she had less than two minutes to get up to him
and be in position. She raced up the stairs and flew into his room,
grateful that he'd left the door open for her. He was already in his
usual place, the wooden chair that he kept in the corner of his room.
Normally it just held his extra books and the occasional dirty shirt,
but for these times it was right by the bed. Her call that morning had
been hard for her, but she'd done it-she wanted to be a good little
sister so badly. She ran past him to the corner that had once held the
chair, and quickly kneeled there, facing him. With the big wooden
paddle on her knees. She looked downward, not able to meet his eyes.
She never could.
He sat with a bemused look, arms and ankles crossed, all 6'2 and 250
lbs of him sprawled across the chair. He really liked her, she was a
cute girl who liked to laugh and was truly dedicated to her new
sorority and her sisters. He'd never admit it to the other guys but he
really didn't like having to punish her-she was so tiny and her slip
ups were never much. Paddling her just for the rituals was great, her
round and full little bottom was perfect for it and she didn't
complain like the other girls did. But making her cry and scolding her
like she was 6 was hard for him, mostly because he thought he should
hate it way more than he did. Something about being in control of her
‘got' to him, her tears broke his heart but also had a 'different'
affect on him that he didn't quite understand. He didn't like to hurt
her but…
As her chosen Big Brother it was his job to look after her, make sure
she kept her grades up and stayed out of trouble. She had to report to
him for any grade below a B, and apparently calculus was giving her a
bad time. Of course if she studied more and partied less she'd have an
easier time of it, which was why he had no intention of going easy on
her today-she knew she was behind in that class yet hadn't cracked the
books open much at all before the last exam, this he knew. And so the
D + was no surprise. Neither were the consequences.
"Stand please." He motioned for her to approach him.
Slowly she rose, her little feet dragging, She wished he wasn't so
big, so nice, so everything. Being near him was too confusing, she
wished she could stay in her corner forever.
He took the paddle from her (it seemed as big as she was) and stood it
by the chair. He took both her hands in one of his and waited.
Silence.
C'mon brat, say it so we can get on with this. I know you hate it,
let's just do it."
She sighed and fidgeted. He was such a rowdy Frat Boy when they were
all at a party or hanging out in one of the lounges, but he was so
sweet and gentle in here, alone with her. She wondered if his Brothers
knew that.
"S-Sir," she began, " I've been a naughty little sister. My grades are
not as they should be, and I am in n-need of your correction. Please
use this-"she indicated the paddle-" thank you."
He was nice, but not that nice. "Now say it the right way before I add
extras."
She looked at him then, and the look of sheer male superiority in his
eyes made her want to kick his shins and pull his hair. Apparently
that sentiment shone in her own look, because his face got a bit
darker and his grip on her small hands tightened.
"You're in enough trouble, Lil' Bit." She blushed at his Big Brother
pet name for her. "I suggest you say your lines before I deal with you
for insubordinence AND your lousy calc grade. You know I'll do it. "
Lower lip poked out and eyes narrowed, she grudgingly recited. "Sir,
I've been a naughty little Sister. My grades are not as they should
be, and I am in need of your correction. Please use my paddle to-" she
paused and looked at him pleadingly. His look was steely and
determined. She sighed."-please use my paddle to spank my bare bottom.
"
"Good girl". He pushed her into sitting on his bed. "Now what's up
with you, brat? You knew you'd have to come see me if you screwed up
that test, but I saw you running around all weekend! Do you love
having me whack your rear end that much??" He knew he sounded like
some parent, but slacking off knowing you'd get paddled made no sense
to him.
Unless she liked it.
He refused to think that way, it made his head hurt and other places
tingle.
She started up with the button twisting again, and told him quietly
that she just lost track of time-she kept thinking she had all day
Sunday to study but then there was track and a paper and sorority
duties…suddenly it was Monday and she was dead. She looked at him for
some sign of sympathy. There was none.
"I know you're a freshman, I was too just two years ago. Managing your
time can be hard with parties and greek stuff all over the place. But
it's November Lil' Bit, you've had time to adjust and figure things
out. This is the second time you've had to come see me over a grade, I
think we need to straighten you out before Finals, don't you?
She nodded slightly, unable to look him in the eye. He was going to
blister her, she could tell. Heck, her dad would've done the same
thing if he could, she actually deserved it. She'd been told that the
Greeks would be her new family. How right they were.
He rose from his chair and brought her up as well. Gently he moved her
to stand in front of the chair, facing away from him.
"Assume the position, brat, you're getting two dozen." She whirled to
face him, that was waayyyy too many! He never gave her more than ten
before, she didn't think she could take 24 without dying.
"That's too many, I can't handle that, pleeaassse….." He turned
her again. "I'll ask you one more time before I ‘help' you, brat.
ASSUME THE POSITION."
Already tearing up, she quietly unsnapped her black denim shorts and
lowered them, revealing black cotton panties that hugged her roundness
almost invitingly. They would come down too, but not at first. There
was time for that later. She placed her palms on the seat of the chair
and waited, wishing to be anyplace else and trying not to clench her
cheeks out of fear.
She heard him pick up the paddle and her lip began to tremble…
He stood behind her, letting her anticipate what she had coming-and
enjoying the view. He rarely met a freshman with a figure like hers,
fit but very curvy and…soft, in all the right places. Her backside was
nothing if not high and round; it jutted at him from the smooth black
cotton, seeming to beg for attention. Which is exactly what he had in
mind.
The red paddle was enough to set any naughty girl's heart to pounding.
Twenty-two inches of red oak, 3/8th's of an inch thick and 3.5 inches
wide. She would have to paint it and turn it over to her own little
sister at the end of her senior year, but for now it was hers-or his,
depending on how you looked at it. She was required to have it posted
near her door at all times unless it was in his possession, as a
reminder. And he was known to make surprise inspections, all the Big
Brothers did. Humor briefly lit his dark eyes as he had a flashback of
her first week under his jurisdiction:
He'd caught her off guard, in just a t-shirt and teeny white panties,
up way past her curfew with a Zima on her desk and her paddle nowhere
to be seen. Her cute little redheaded roomie, also a Tri-Delt and just
as guilty, was about to flee and ran right into her own Big Brother,
poor kid. There were Brothers everywhere in the dorm, and the sounds
of naughty girls being dealt with rang through the halls. In this room
the paddles were under their bunk bed, out of sight and apparently out
of mind. That was a mistake that their Big Brothers didn't want
repeated-if word got back to the Frat that your little sister wasn't
minding your rules you got no end of grief from the other guys; how
tough were ya if you couldn't even scare freshman girls? Not going to
happen here. Lining the two miscreants side by side, their palms on
the lower bunk, each young lady had received 6 of the best from their
respective Guardians, panties down and humiliation high. The entire
event took less then 15 minutes, and before long each level of bunk
held a sniffling, sorry little freshman, the brunette above and the
redhead below-each on her tummy with wet faces and fiery bottoms,
still dazed that it had even happened. And it had worked, at least on
those two. Not one surprise visit had warranted punishment since. The
redhead had muttered for quite awhile that night about how awful those
guys were, how mean and horrible.
But the other young lady, his brat, had gingerly touched her fanny,
marveling at the heat and the small raised welt that throbbed beneath
her fingers. In the darkness, no one had seen her tiny, watery smile.
He remembered how she had cried that first time, tiny hiccups that
made him want to hold her and stroke her hair-and paddle her even
harder at the same time. That just didn't add up, and he shook his
head to clear his mind of troubling thoughts. And get to the task at
hand.
Hefting the paddle, he placed it against her rear and reminded her of
the rules: Stay Still. No reaching back or your hand might be hurt.
She would ask for and count each one, or get two for the one missed.
And when it was over she was to stand in the corner where she'd been
kneeling, panties down and nose on the wall. Any protest and she'd end
up over his knee before finishing the paddling. (He was the only Big
Brother with that last rule, but she didn't need to know that.)
Placing a hand on her back, the first smack was hot and stinging but
bearable.
"ONE, Sir. Please may I have another?"
She really wanted to find whoever came up with that phrase and pound
him. It was definitely a him, she was sure.
She wondered if tears would help her case. Somehow she doubted it.
Eleven swats later and she had no control over her tears, they came
cloudy and slick to her large round eyes and gathered on her dark
lashes-he meant business, and her bottom was already pink and searing.
Her hands trembled with the effort to stay in place, she wanted to rub
the itchy sting away so badly…
*WHAP* up she went on her toes, legs shaking. "Twelve Sir, please may
I have a-another?" He quietly admired her, he wasn't being very nice
this time. He told himself it was because she needed to pull up that
Calc grade. What other reason could he have to paddle her so
thoroughly? He drew his arm back for number thirteen-and she lost it.
"NOO NOO PLEASE I CAN"T PLEEEASE"
His shadow had caught her eye, and seeing him draw back that awful
wooden piece of pain had destroyed her resolve to keep her dignity and
control. She dropped to the floor in a panic and hid her face in her
hands, begging him to let her go. He placed the paddle on the floor
and scooped her up. Sitting on his bed he placed her across his knee
and lowered her panties, and without a word lit a new fire in her
bottom with his heavy hand. She screeched and cried, but made no real
attempt to get away-there was no point. Even if he stopped, he could
tell her Big Sisters, and her sorority life would be over. She didn't
think he would ever do that to her, but the threat was there. She
couldn't disappoint everyone like that-her family, her Sisters. Him.
She wanted to make him proud, more than anything.
He stopped after ten, and rubbed her back, curling her ponytail around
with his fingers. He set her back on her feet and waited. She wiped
her eyes and peeked at him through her fingers, silently begging for
just a bit of mercy. She found none.
"We were at thirteen, Lil' Bit. Assume The Position."
Fresh tears started, just because she hated those words. (Didn't she?)
Slowly she turned and placed her palms back on the chair, eyes too
blurry to see. Black panties down around her dimpled knees, her
bottom was the rich color of holly berries at Christmas. At least she
was nearly done, then she could go back to her room and cry in
private. At least, she thought that's what she wanted…
The next set of six were hard and quick, he knew she couldn't take
much more. Her voice was getting higher, more desperate, her tears
falling faster.
"Six more, brat. Calm down, you can take it. And maybe you won't make
me do this again." Small shoulders shook at his gentle scolding, she
really did deserve this and that hurt worse than the flames nipping at
her bottom. He knew he was getting through to her, she hadn't even
fought him while over his knee. Part of him wanted to end it now, she
seemed so sorry and sad. But another part of him won out.
The part that wanted to see just how candy red her bottom could
become.
*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*
She counted each and recited her expected words in a haze of agonized
contrition. She would have jumped from the nearest bridge under his
orders if it meant no more from that horrid paddle. He paused to rub
her, wincing a bit at the heat. She jumped at his touch, a hiss of
distress slipping from the thin line of her lips. He stepped back and
prepared for the last stroke.
"One more and you're done, you know what to do after. Gotta tell you
that I'd have skipped this one if you'd stayed in position. Oh well. "
She gave a tiny, defiant growl at this, her left foot giving the
smallest of stamps. He grinned at that, it told him she was learning
her lesson but would live.
He went as far back as the room allowed, intending that she remember
this last for a very long time.
***WHAP***
She was a mass of hurt. The shriek must have been heard for miles, but
still she remained in position-that truly amazed him. Her plump, high
bottom cheeks were glowing, almost throbbing-surely they would be
swollen for days. Her grip on the sides of the chair would leave
finger marks for some time to come, and the sobs shook her like a very
little girl. He gave her a minute to collect herself, then kept to his
role of disciplinarian-a difficult thing when he just wanted to hold
her and wipe her tears away…
"Where should you be, Lil' Bit?"
She stood, and keeping her back to him went with tiny steps to the
corner. Her cheek rubbed the cool of the wall, allowed as long as her
nose touched.
He watched her standing there, bare to the world even if the world was
just him. She was a strong girl, he had to give her that. Strong but
yielding-quite a combination. Most freshmen just made him crazy, but
this one was…he knew that by her senior year she'd be a force to be
reckoned with. He placed the paddle on the desk and glanced at a book
as he watched her. After ten long minutes, when her legs were done
trembling and her sobs reduced to quiet sniffles, he called her to
stand in front of him.
"You okay?" She nodded, her nose nearly as crimson as her backside. He
drew her onto his lap, careful not to re-ignite the flames in her
fanny. She settled there and let him hold her, feeling for all the
world like a punished little girl ready to be good again.
He inquired about her calculus schedule, and learned that she had
three weeks ‘til the final. Freshman Calc had been one of his stronger
classes, and he informed her that she would be spending an hour per
day in his room studying until that exam. And if she missed one single
day…he left that to her imagination. She thanked him quietly, knowing
that he was going to have to really juggle his own schedule for her.
She stood and asked permission to go-she had sorority duties in a
while and needed to get ready. He released her, and she turned to
leave, pulling her panties and shorts up as she headed for the door.
"Forgetting something, brat?"
She turned again, and blushed as he held out the paddle. Taking it
from his meaty hands into her slim ones, she paused a second before
quickly kissing his cheek and fleeing out the door. He sat a moment in
shock, then smiled and shook his head. This was going to be quite the
year. Maybe after a beer he could figure out why her red fanny always
made his brain so useless. And why he, a junior, couldn't stop
thinking about this bratty little freshman that needed spanked. A lot.
By him.
Maybe she should have a surprise inspection that night.
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The clock told her that curfew had been an hour ago, but her light
still burned. Along with other things. She lay bare bottomed on her
tummy, a calculus book open before her.
And a big wooden paddle under her bed.
She stood outside the house for a long, long time. Even though he was
expecting her and things would be harder on her if she were late, she
had trouble opening the big doors. Once she was inside the Sigma house
there would be no turning back. Not that she had much choice now…
He saw her from his window, a slight smile quirking his lips. She was
so small that from up here she looked like a nervous 12 yr old,
twisting her sweater buttons and shifting from foot to foot. The oak
paddle she held looked enormous in her hands. With her long chestnut
curls up in a pony tail, tiny denim shorts and white Candies socks and
tennies, she would have had a hard time convincing anyone that she was
18 and a freshman in college. When she wore a dress for a formal and
showed off her curves it was obvious, but today she looked like she
felt. Like a naughty little girl on her way to a paddling.
Taking a deep breath and deciding to get it over with, she entered the
big frat house and glanced around-maybe no one was home, and no one
else would hear her. She hated it when the other Brothers were around
for her discipline, it was so embarrassing! It was true that they
never really teased her, any more than her Big Brother would tease the
other little sisters from Tri Delta. But they always had those knowing
smiles when she fled the house, and she could swear she heard them
laughing as she ran, trying not to rub her...her...she hated it that
they knew.
Her watch told her that she had less than two minutes to get up to him
and be in position. She raced up the stairs and flew into his room,
grateful that he'd left the door open for her. He was already in his
usual place, the wooden chair that he kept in the corner of his room.
Normally it just held his extra books and the occasional dirty shirt,
but for these times it was right by the bed. Her call that morning had
been hard for her, but she'd done it-she wanted to be a good little
sister so badly. She ran past him to the corner that had once held the
chair, and quickly kneeled there, facing him. With the big wooden
paddle on her knees. She looked downward, not able to meet his eyes.
She never could.
He sat with a bemused look, arms and ankles crossed, all 6'2 and 250
lbs of him sprawled across the chair. He really liked her, she was a
cute girl who liked to laugh and was truly dedicated to her new
sorority and her sisters. He'd never admit it to the other guys but he
really didn't like having to punish her-she was so tiny and her slip
ups were never much. Paddling her just for the rituals was great, her
round and full little bottom was perfect for it and she didn't
complain like the other girls did. But making her cry and scolding her
like she was 6 was hard for him, mostly because he thought he should
hate it way more than he did. Something about being in control of her
‘got' to him, her tears broke his heart but also had a 'different'
affect on him that he didn't quite understand. He didn't like to hurt
her but…
As her chosen Big Brother it was his job to look after her, make sure
she kept her grades up and stayed out of trouble. She had to report to
him for any grade below a B, and apparently calculus was giving her a
bad time. Of course if she studied more and partied less she'd have an
easier time of it, which was why he had no intention of going easy on
her today-she knew she was behind in that class yet hadn't cracked the
books open much at all before the last exam, this he knew. And so the
D + was no surprise. Neither were the consequences.
"Stand please." He motioned for her to approach him.
Slowly she rose, her little feet dragging, She wished he wasn't so
big, so nice, so everything. Being near him was too confusing, she
wished she could stay in her corner forever.
He took the paddle from her (it seemed as big as she was) and stood it
by the chair. He took both her hands in one of his and waited.
Silence.
C'mon brat, say it so we can get on with this. I know you hate it,
let's just do it."
She sighed and fidgeted. He was such a rowdy Frat Boy when they were
all at a party or hanging out in one of the lounges, but he was so
sweet and gentle in here, alone with her. She wondered if his Brothers
knew that.
"S-Sir," she began, " I've been a naughty little sister. My grades are
not as they should be, and I am in n-need of your correction. Please
use this-"she indicated the paddle-" thank you."
He was nice, but not that nice. "Now say it the right way before I add
extras."
She looked at him then, and the look of sheer male superiority in his
eyes made her want to kick his shins and pull his hair. Apparently
that sentiment shone in her own look, because his face got a bit
darker and his grip on her small hands tightened.
"You're in enough trouble, Lil' Bit." She blushed at his Big Brother
pet name for her. "I suggest you say your lines before I deal with you
for insubordinence AND your lousy calc grade. You know I'll do it. "
Lower lip poked out and eyes narrowed, she grudgingly recited. "Sir,
I've been a naughty little Sister. My grades are not as they should
be, and I am in need of your correction. Please use my paddle to-" she
paused and looked at him pleadingly. His look was steely and
determined. She sighed."-please use my paddle to spank my bare bottom.
"
"Good girl". He pushed her into sitting on his bed. "Now what's up
with you, brat? You knew you'd have to come see me if you screwed up
that test, but I saw you running around all weekend! Do you love
having me whack your rear end that much??" He knew he sounded like
some parent, but slacking off knowing you'd get paddled made no sense
to him.
Unless she liked it.
He refused to think that way, it made his head hurt and other places
tingle.
She started up with the button twisting again, and told him quietly
that she just lost track of time-she kept thinking she had all day
Sunday to study but then there was track and a paper and sorority
duties…suddenly it was Monday and she was dead. She looked at him for
some sign of sympathy. There was none.
"I know you're a freshman, I was too just two years ago. Managing your
time can be hard with parties and greek stuff all over the place. But
it's November Lil' Bit, you've had time to adjust and figure things
out. This is the second time you've had to come see me over a grade, I
think we need to straighten you out before Finals, don't you?
She nodded slightly, unable to look him in the eye. He was going to
blister her, she could tell. Heck, her dad would've done the same
thing if he could, she actually deserved it. She'd been told that the
Greeks would be her new family. How right they were.
He rose from his chair and brought her up as well. Gently he moved her
to stand in front of the chair, facing away from him.
"Assume the position, brat, you're getting two dozen." She whirled to
face him, that was waayyyy too many! He never gave her more than ten
before, she didn't think she could take 24 without dying.
"That's too many, I can't handle that, pleeaassse….." He turned
her again. "I'll ask you one more time before I ‘help' you, brat.
ASSUME THE POSITION."
Already tearing up, she quietly unsnapped her black denim shorts and
lowered them, revealing black cotton panties that hugged her roundness
almost invitingly. They would come down too, but not at first. There
was time for that later. She placed her palms on the seat of the chair
and waited, wishing to be anyplace else and trying not to clench her
cheeks out of fear.
She heard him pick up the paddle and her lip began to tremble…
He stood behind her, letting her anticipate what she had coming-and
enjoying the view. He rarely met a freshman with a figure like hers,
fit but very curvy and…soft, in all the right places. Her backside was
nothing if not high and round; it jutted at him from the smooth black
cotton, seeming to beg for attention. Which is exactly what he had in
mind.
The red paddle was enough to set any naughty girl's heart to pounding.
Twenty-two inches of red oak, 3/8th's of an inch thick and 3.5 inches
wide. She would have to paint it and turn it over to her own little
sister at the end of her senior year, but for now it was hers-or his,
depending on how you looked at it. She was required to have it posted
near her door at all times unless it was in his possession, as a
reminder. And he was known to make surprise inspections, all the Big
Brothers did. Humor briefly lit his dark eyes as he had a flashback of
her first week under his jurisdiction:
He'd caught her off guard, in just a t-shirt and teeny white panties,
up way past her curfew with a Zima on her desk and her paddle nowhere
to be seen. Her cute little redheaded roomie, also a Tri-Delt and just
as guilty, was about to flee and ran right into her own Big Brother,
poor kid. There were Brothers everywhere in the dorm, and the sounds
of naughty girls being dealt with rang through the halls. In this room
the paddles were under their bunk bed, out of sight and apparently out
of mind. That was a mistake that their Big Brothers didn't want
repeated-if word got back to the Frat that your little sister wasn't
minding your rules you got no end of grief from the other guys; how
tough were ya if you couldn't even scare freshman girls? Not going to
happen here. Lining the two miscreants side by side, their palms on
the lower bunk, each young lady had received 6 of the best from their
respective Guardians, panties down and humiliation high. The entire
event took less then 15 minutes, and before long each level of bunk
held a sniffling, sorry little freshman, the brunette above and the
redhead below-each on her tummy with wet faces and fiery bottoms,
still dazed that it had even happened. And it had worked, at least on
those two. Not one surprise visit had warranted punishment since. The
redhead had muttered for quite awhile that night about how awful those
guys were, how mean and horrible.
But the other young lady, his brat, had gingerly touched her fanny,
marveling at the heat and the small raised welt that throbbed beneath
her fingers. In the darkness, no one had seen her tiny, watery smile.
He remembered how she had cried that first time, tiny hiccups that
made him want to hold her and stroke her hair-and paddle her even
harder at the same time. That just didn't add up, and he shook his
head to clear his mind of troubling thoughts. And get to the task at
hand.
Hefting the paddle, he placed it against her rear and reminded her of
the rules: Stay Still. No reaching back or your hand might be hurt.
She would ask for and count each one, or get two for the one missed.
And when it was over she was to stand in the corner where she'd been
kneeling, panties down and nose on the wall. Any protest and she'd end
up over his knee before finishing the paddling. (He was the only Big
Brother with that last rule, but she didn't need to know that.)
Placing a hand on her back, the first smack was hot and stinging but
bearable.
"ONE, Sir. Please may I have another?"
She really wanted to find whoever came up with that phrase and pound
him. It was definitely a him, she was sure.
She wondered if tears would help her case. Somehow she doubted it.
Eleven swats later and she had no control over her tears, they came
cloudy and slick to her large round eyes and gathered on her dark
lashes-he meant business, and her bottom was already pink and searing.
Her hands trembled with the effort to stay in place, she wanted to rub
the itchy sting away so badly…
*WHAP* up she went on her toes, legs shaking. "Twelve Sir, please may
I have a-another?" He quietly admired her, he wasn't being very nice
this time. He told himself it was because she needed to pull up that
Calc grade. What other reason could he have to paddle her so
thoroughly? He drew his arm back for number thirteen-and she lost it.
"NOO NOO PLEASE I CAN"T PLEEEASE"
His shadow had caught her eye, and seeing him draw back that awful
wooden piece of pain had destroyed her resolve to keep her dignity and
control. She dropped to the floor in a panic and hid her face in her
hands, begging him to let her go. He placed the paddle on the floor
and scooped her up. Sitting on his bed he placed her across his knee
and lowered her panties, and without a word lit a new fire in her
bottom with his heavy hand. She screeched and cried, but made no real
attempt to get away-there was no point. Even if he stopped, he could
tell her Big Sisters, and her sorority life would be over. She didn't
think he would ever do that to her, but the threat was there. She
couldn't disappoint everyone like that-her family, her Sisters. Him.
She wanted to make him proud, more than anything.
He stopped after ten, and rubbed her back, curling her ponytail around
with his fingers. He set her back on her feet and waited. She wiped
her eyes and peeked at him through her fingers, silently begging for
just a bit of mercy. She found none.
"We were at thirteen, Lil' Bit. Assume The Position."
Fresh tears started, just because she hated those words. (Didn't she?)
Slowly she turned and placed her palms back on the chair, eyes too
blurry to see. Black panties down around her dimpled knees, her
bottom was the rich color of holly berries at Christmas. At least she
was nearly done, then she could go back to her room and cry in
private. At least, she thought that's what she wanted…
The next set of six were hard and quick, he knew she couldn't take
much more. Her voice was getting higher, more desperate, her tears
falling faster.
"Six more, brat. Calm down, you can take it. And maybe you won't make
me do this again." Small shoulders shook at his gentle scolding, she
really did deserve this and that hurt worse than the flames nipping at
her bottom. He knew he was getting through to her, she hadn't even
fought him while over his knee. Part of him wanted to end it now, she
seemed so sorry and sad. But another part of him won out.
The part that wanted to see just how candy red her bottom could
become.
*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*WHAP*
She counted each and recited her expected words in a haze of agonized
contrition. She would have jumped from the nearest bridge under his
orders if it meant no more from that horrid paddle. He paused to rub
her, wincing a bit at the heat. She jumped at his touch, a hiss of
distress slipping from the thin line of her lips. He stepped back and
prepared for the last stroke.
"One more and you're done, you know what to do after. Gotta tell you
that I'd have skipped this one if you'd stayed in position. Oh well. "
She gave a tiny, defiant growl at this, her left foot giving the
smallest of stamps. He grinned at that, it told him she was learning
her lesson but would live.
He went as far back as the room allowed, intending that she remember
this last for a very long time.
***WHAP***
She was a mass of hurt. The shriek must have been heard for miles, but
still she remained in position-that truly amazed him. Her plump, high
bottom cheeks were glowing, almost throbbing-surely they would be
swollen for days. Her grip on the sides of the chair would leave
finger marks for some time to come, and the sobs shook her like a very
little girl. He gave her a minute to collect herself, then kept to his
role of disciplinarian-a difficult thing when he just wanted to hold
her and wipe her tears away…
"Where should you be, Lil' Bit?"
She stood, and keeping her back to him went with tiny steps to the
corner. Her cheek rubbed the cool of the wall, allowed as long as her
nose touched.
He watched her standing there, bare to the world even if the world was
just him. She was a strong girl, he had to give her that. Strong but
yielding-quite a combination. Most freshmen just made him crazy, but
this one was…he knew that by her senior year she'd be a force to be
reckoned with. He placed the paddle on the desk and glanced at a book
as he watched her. After ten long minutes, when her legs were done
trembling and her sobs reduced to quiet sniffles, he called her to
stand in front of him.
"You okay?" She nodded, her nose nearly as crimson as her backside. He
drew her onto his lap, careful not to re-ignite the flames in her
fanny. She settled there and let him hold her, feeling for all the
world like a punished little girl ready to be good again.
He inquired about her calculus schedule, and learned that she had
three weeks ‘til the final. Freshman Calc had been one of his stronger
classes, and he informed her that she would be spending an hour per
day in his room studying until that exam. And if she missed one single
day…he left that to her imagination. She thanked him quietly, knowing
that he was going to have to really juggle his own schedule for her.
She stood and asked permission to go-she had sorority duties in a
while and needed to get ready. He released her, and she turned to
leave, pulling her panties and shorts up as she headed for the door.
"Forgetting something, brat?"
She turned again, and blushed as he held out the paddle. Taking it
from his meaty hands into her slim ones, she paused a second before
quickly kissing his cheek and fleeing out the door. He sat a moment in
shock, then smiled and shook his head. This was going to be quite the
year. Maybe after a beer he could figure out why her red fanny always
made his brain so useless. And why he, a junior, couldn't stop
thinking about this bratty little freshman that needed spanked. A lot.
By him.
Maybe she should have a surprise inspection that night.
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The clock told her that curfew had been an hour ago, but her light
still burned. Along with other things. She lay bare bottomed on her
tummy, a calculus book open before her.
And a big wooden paddle under her bed.
