Approaching the head boy (m/f story)

Once again, Luther found himself patrolling the hallways between classes. The head boy found he could often quieten down misbehaving younger pupils with a mere glance. He found it silly how effective a stupid little badge was to get people to listen to you, but it worked, so he'd decided not to question it.

Suddenly, he saw one of his classmates walking towards him. Yvette was a tall, skinny girl with long, dark hair, usually seen with a scowl on her attractive face. As she approached, she held out a small, pink slip of paper in his direction. "Here," she said, scowling even more than usual.

"What is this?" he asked, making no motion to take the paper.

"Miss Teller gave me a punishment slip," she said, unable to hide her blush. "She caught me smoking behind the gym."

He raised an eyebrow. "I see. And what do you expect me to do about it?"

"Deal with it and sign it, obviously," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're the head boy, aren't you?"

 

His eyes widened as Luther realized what she was asking of him. For punishment slips, a teacher had to select and perform a suitable punishment, then sign the paper to record that justice had been carried out. As head boy, he was technically entitled to administer corporal punishments in these cases, but that rule was old, rarely enforced, and was clearly meant to be used on the younger pupils. Though now that he thought about it, Luther realized that nothing in the rules would prevent him from punishing his classmates. He guessed that this was a possibility that hadn’t been considered.

But why in the world would Yvette prefer a spanking from a boy her own age, rather than being punished by a teacher? Being over the knee of a classmate sounded absolutely humiliating. "Why me?" he asked, still not taking the paper she held out to him.

"You were nearby, and I want to get it over with," she said. "Now, are you going to take it and help me?"

Luther was about to tell her to go away and bother someone else, but her rudeness was getting on his nerves, and he now had the authority to put her across his knee and smack her bottom. The idea of putting the brat in her place had a certain appeal. Besides, he'd noticed in their gym classes that Yvette had a very cute bottom, and he shouldn't so quickly decline the opportunity to get his hands on it. And she couldn't complain about what he was about to do to her – in fact, she'd literally asked for it!

He took the slip from her hand, tutting disapprovingly. "Smoking on school grounds? This is very serious, young lady. I think you need a trip to the punishment room," he said, doing his best to sound stern.

She sighed. "You're such a dork," she said, but made no effort to resist as he led her away.

The mountain lake (M/F story)

Lana swam leisurely in the crystal water of the beautiful mountain lake, smiling euphorically. It had been a blisteringly hot summer day, and while the sun was setting now, it was still warm in the air, so the cold lake-water felt blissfully cool against her naked skin.

Floating on her back to let the last rays of the sun caress her body, she closed her eyes, savouring the moment. It was a lovely evening to follow a wonderful day. And if she was correct, it wasn't over yet.

"Skinny-dipping? Really?" a voice commented drily.

Her eyes shot open, and she turned to the shore, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw her boyfriend standing there. He'd taken off his shirt on the long hike to reach the lake, and she took a moment to appreciate the sight of his muscled torso. Justin was an attractive man, and in her opinion, he didn't walk around shirtless nearly as often as he should. "I see you got my message." She'd asked him to meet her at her favourite lake at sundown, which she thought would be fittingly romantic.

"I've told you several times to stop swimming nude," he said sternly, folding his arms in front of his chest – which she found inconsiderate, as she wasn't done looking. "What if someone sees you?" he lectured.

She pouted. Why did he have to be so mean? Couldn't he enjoy the moment? She was quite sure that a lot of men would appreciate finding their girlfriend unexpectedly naked. "No one is going to come here, particularly at this time of night." She gave him an alluring look. "We can do whatever we want up here."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"That's right," she grinned. "Why don't you take off those clothes and join me?"

"I have a better idea," he said, sitting on a large rock near the lake. "Come here."

Lana didn't really want to leave the water, but it seemed like Justin had something in mind, and she was eager to find out what exactly his wicked mind had thought of now. She rose out of the lake, the water dripping of her naked form, and sauntered sexily towards her boyfriend, doing her best to make sure he enjoyed the sight.

He smiled. "Do you know what seeing you like this makes me want to do?"

She giggled, licking her lips seductively. "No. Why don't you tell me?"

"Why don't I show you instead?" She liked the sound of that.

She was near enough now for him to reach out and touch her, and he did – he grabbed her arm and jerked her towards him, pulling her over his knee.

Feeling quite disoriented by this sudden move, Lana had no idea what was going on or why he had done this. Why had he pulled her forward? For what reason did he want her to lie face-down over his lap? The firm slaps that struck her naked bottom came as a complete surprise to her, but she quickly figured out what was going on.

"Ow! Justin, that hurts!" she complained. "This isn't sexy at all!"

"It's not supposed to be," he said in a stern voice as he continued to spank her. "Lana, I've told you multiple times that I don't want you skinny-dipping in public all alone." He delivered a set of extra-hard spanks that had her yelping. "Talking to you doesn't seem to have helped, so maybe THIS will."

The school cleaner (f/f, ff/F story)

It was a lovely Friday afternoon, the end of the third week of my new job as a cleaning lady at the local girls' school. It was the end of the school day, so I wasn't surprised to walk past an ajar door where lights were still on – it could be a teacher working late, or a class that stayed on longer than usual, or even some pupils in detention. I did not expect, however, to hear a voice say, rather strictly, "Can you give me a single reason why you should not get a good, hard spanking, young lady?" Even more surprising, it sounded like the voice belonged to a teenager. Unable to quell my curiosity, I tiptoed over to the door and peeked inside.

I spotted two uniformed schoolgirls: A tall one with long, blonde hair, wearing the head girl badge, had her hands on her hips and was glaring down at the miscreant sitting in front of her – a petite redhead, wringing her hands nervously while staring at the floor, unable to think of anything to say. The head girl continued to lecture her, and I soon picked up that the redhead's name was Michelle, that she had been caught smoking, and that they were in the same class; the latter fact was mildly surprising, as the head girl looked older, not only because of her height, but also because Michelle was wearing pigtails, which made her look younger than her eighteen years. The fact that only one of them was about to go over the knee for a sound spanking was perhaps another sign of maturity. The head girl had kindly decided to punish the girl at the end of the day, so she wouldn't have to risk being overheard by her classmates – and wouldn't have to sit down in class on a sore bottom.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I knew that the school rules permitted the use of corporal punishment, regardless of the age of the pupil, and that head girls were also authorized to dole out spankings when needed. But I had assumed it was some old, no-longer-practiced rule that had just never been repealed – I didn't imagine that it was still happening. And to think that these girls could not only spank younger pupils, but their classmates, was more than I could fathom.

At this point, the best thing to do would probably be to close the door and continue my work. I was far too curious, however. I had never been spanked growing up, and had never seen anyone receive a spanking. There was something fascinating about the whole affair, and if I walked away now, I didn't think I would be able to forgive myself. In the battle between fascination and propriety, fascination easily won out, so I remained at the door and continued to watch and listen.

"I am disappointed in you, Michelle. You're usually so well-behaved! Those girls are a bad influence on you, and you shouldn't hang out with them."

Michelle looked close to tears already. "Please, Haley, do you have to spank me? Isn't there anything else we can do?"

The head girl shrugged. "I can send you to the headmistress for a caning, if you'd prefer that."

The girl turned pale. "No! Please! I'll take the spanking."

Haley nodded. "I suspected as much. Very well, then. Fetch the chair."

Michelle rose on shaking legs, walking over to a straight-backed, armless wooden chair resting against the wall. She picked it up and carried it to the middle of the floor, where the head girl would have plenty of space to swing her arm, while the miscreant could kick her legs with no risk of damaging the furniture. The chair was placed facing me, so I would have an excellent view of the proceedings, which I thought was very considerate of them.

Haley sat down and crooked her finger, then pointed to the floor. When Michelle moved to stand in front of her, Haley raised the girl's skirt. "Hold this," she said, handing Michelle the hem of her own skirt. The girl obeyed, and Haley placed her fingers in the waistband of Michelle's white cotton knickers. With cold efficiency, as if she'd done this a hundred times before, she pulled the girl's panties down to her knees, leaving her standing there on display. Michelle blushed, but she didn't protest – she probably realized it wouldn't help her.

Haley patted her lap, and the girl bent over her knee, her pale cheeks quivering slightly as she waited for the first smack to land. Haley, however, seemingly intended to drag things out. She started to gently rub the girl's bottom, watching the goosebumps forming on the pale skin. "You have been a very naughty girl, Michelle. I hope you are ready to face the consequences."

"Yes, Miss Haley," Michelle replied meekly.

The head girl continued to stroke her softly, before suddenly lifting her hand and delivering a firm smack that rang out in the quiet room. I jumped at the sound, and from the yelp that escaped Michelle's lips, it was just as painful as it sounded. Haley continued to spank her, rapidly delivering two dozen equally-firm spanks.