The exam bet 2 (M/F story)

 Sequel to last week's story.

 

The previous day, the 18-year-old student Dean had placed his classmate Chloe over his lap, giving her a bare-bottomed spanking for losing their bet over who would get the better grade – before discovering that she'd lied about her results; she had actually won the bet, but told him she hadn't, because she secretly wanted to be spanked by him. When he discovered all this, he'd promised the red-bottomed miscreant another spanking the following day, causing her to grin and give him some insincere protests.

It was now the following day, and Dean was back in Chloe's bedroom, sitting on her bed and ready to fulfil his promise. She stood before him fidgeting, toying with a strand of hair, and he could tell that she was both nervous and eager.

"Come here," he said as he waved her towards him. "I need to look at your bottom."

"You mean you WANT to look at my bottom," she teased.

"That too, of course. But I also need to see whether you're able to take another spanking already, or if we should postpone this."

"There is nothing wrong with my butt," she huffed, but obeyed.

"I'll be the judge of that," he said. He raised her skirt, wordlessly handing her the hem to hold. He placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties, quickly lowering them to her knees. She blushed at being undressed so casually, standing naked before him, but didn't protest at this treatment – nor at being turned around so that he could examine her rear. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, pinching and squeezing here and there, which caused her to squeal and mutter indignantly.

"A bit pink," he said, "but I think you could take another spanking without problem." He smiled. "Well, we'll soon find out. You know, I think you should change into your gym clothes. Your bottom has always looked good in those shorts."

Pleased at the compliment, she shuffled over to the wardrobe to fetch her training outfit. She raised an eyebrow as she regarded him. "Are you going to leave the room while I change?" she asked pointedly. "Or at least turn around?"

"No," he said calmly. "Why would I do that?"

She shook her head, but was unable to hide her grin. There was something deliciously humiliating about the way he treated her. She pulled the shirt over her head, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Since her panties were still around her knees, the only thing protecting her modesty was her bra – which she quickly discarded. She could practically feel his eyes devour her as she stood there, naked as the day she was born.

She reached for a sports bra, but changed her mind. As far as she knew, she wouldn't actually be doing any exercise, and going without a bra under her gym shirt would present an appealing sight. She very much doubted Dean would object – and if he did, what would he do about it? Spank her?

She stepped out of her white cotton panties, replacing them with the dark, skimpy underwear she used for gym. Picking up her tight, dark grey gym shorts, she slipped them on, feeling them tighten over her rear. She wriggled her bottom in his direction, before slipping on the dark, sleeveless shirt she wore for gym.

She finally turned to look at Dean. Judging from the lascivious smile on his face, and the bulge in his trousers, he'd enjoyed the show just as much as she'd expected. "I've done as you asked, Dean. Now what?" she asked innocently, pretending to wonder what would happen next.

His grin widened. "Now, young lady, you're going over my knee for a good spanking."
He rose to his feet and walked over to her, grabbing her wrist. As he dragged her back towards the bed, she made a token show of resistance, while trying to hide her own smile. He sat down and jerked on her arm, causing her to fall over his lap. She gave him an offended grumble as he pushed her forward, causing her bottom to rise over his lap.

He rubbed the seat of her tight shorts, squeezing her backside. She clenched and unclenched her cheeks, nervously waiting for him to begin spanking her. To her relief, he did not leave her waiting long - after a few more exploratory caresses, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bottom with a loud smack.

As his hand continued to rise and fall on her derriere, Chloe moaned. God, how good it felt! When he'd spanked her the day before, she'd had to pretend to hate it – that she'd only done it because she lost the stupid bet she'd come up with. Now that he'd finally seen through her ruse, she could enjoy her spanking openly. He'd seen her for the naughty girl she truly was, and he hadn't recoiled in horror so far. Far from it, in fact.

Dean's hand moved from cheek to cheek, and he grinned as he watched the seat of her tight shorts jiggling under his palm. When she started to moan in pain and pleasure, he felt himself growing harder. He wished he'd known about this naughty part of her sooner – this was the greatest thing ever!

It probably took about ten or fifteen minutes before Dean decided to move on to the next stage of her spanking. Watching her gym shorts bouncing around on his lap was great fun, but not as much as seeing her do it in the flesh. Therefore, he started to lower her gym shorts. She tensed over his knee as he bared her, but she didn't protest. He pulled her shorts down to her knees, her panties soon following, and started to rub her warm, red, naked cheeks.

"How does it feel?" he asked softly, squeezing her bottom.

"It's warm and sore," she said, flinching from his hard touch, but still grinning.

"Would you like me to continue?"

She pouted. "I'd never forgive you if you didn't."

Chuckling, he lifted his hand to continue the spanking.

Chloe squealed when his hard hand came crashing down on her unprotected bottom, and she was soon bucking and bouncing over his lap, yelping with every firm smack. Part of her mind cursed herself for asking for this treatment, but the rest of her revelled in it, drunk on the sting and embarrassment. Let him call her a naughty girl, let him bare her and spank her, and thank him properly when he's done!

Her posterior was now so red that his handprints were no longer visible, but there was not the slightest hint of protest from the kicking, squealing girl over his lap. Though the tears were rolling down her face, the grin on her face was wider than his own.

Soon, Chloe was squirming so much that he had to place an arm around her waist to hold her in place as he spanked her. Her legs moved so much that she almost kicked her socks off, but he could also see how wet she was as a result of his rough treatment.

By the time he ended the spanking, her buttocks looked like they would glow in the dark, and were so warm he idly wondered if he could have fried an egg on them. He had a feeling she wouldn't sit comfortably any time soon. He helped her up, and she hissed in pain as she sat him down on his lap.

"Are you OK?" he said gently, running his fingers through her hair.

"I'm in heaven," she whispered softly. She gazed up at him in wonder through tear-filled eyes. "Where have you been all my life?"

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. She smiled, but then wrinkled her nose in annoyance. "Again," she mumbled.

"Don't try to order me around, missy," he said in mock sternness, but did as she asked. When he lowered his head to kiss her on the forehead, she suddenly turned her face up at the last second, her lips meeting his. Surprised at this, it took Dean a second before he summoned the presence of mind to give her the passionate kiss she clearly wanted.

Soon, they were both stretched out on the bed, starting to fulfil each other's fondest desires.