The exam bet (M/F story)

"So, Dean, are you worried  about the upcoming exams?" Chloe said. The lanky blonde had a smirk on her face as she sat next to her classmate in the high school lunchroom.

He shrugged. "I've worked hard, now we'll see if it pays off." Dean was far from the tallest guy in class, but he had an athletic physique that many envied. His sandy hair and deep blue eyes had also earned him a few looks.

"I'll bet I'll get a better grade than you," Chloe said smugly.

"Maybe," he said noncommittally, showing no interest in continuing the conversation. He'd never cared about anyone's grades but his own, and at the age of eighteen, he expected a little more maturity from his classmates than these childish games and taunts.

"Hmph!" she frowned, annoyed that he wasn't responding to her attempts to rile him up. "How about this for a bet: if you get a better grade than me, I'll let you spank my bottom."

He stared at her, before glancing around to make sure they were not being overheard. He was about to refuse her absurd suggestion, but when he stopped and thought about it, he realized it had a certain appeal. Chloe had a very attractive bottom, and he'd often admired her too-tight gym shorts when they were out on the track – subtly, of course. He liked the thought of getting his hands on her soft cheeks, and taking her down a peg would be a welcome bonus. "And what if you get the better grade?" he asked.

"Then you'll be going over MY knee, of course," she said, smirking again. "A long and hard spanking, on the bare bottom, until you're sobbing."

He raised an eyebrow. She seemed to have thought about this a little too much, and it was an interesting glimpse into what went on in her mind. She always tried to maintain an image of purity, so it was enlightening to see a glimpse of the real person.

He thought about the offer, before eventually nodding. "It's a bet," he said. It was a risk, but one he was willing to take. The reward if he succeeded seemed worth it.


It was a week after the exams that they finally got the results, and they'd agreed to meet up at Chloe's house to compare. Before heading over, Dean opened his envelope to learn what his efforts had achieved. It turned out he'd received a B. A decent grade, and ordinarily, he'd be satisfied with it, but would it be enough? Chloe was a good student. Would he be able to take her over his knee and paint her butt red? Or would he be forced to bend over her lap, having his own backside spanked?

Envelope in hand, he walked over to her house. She grinned tauntingly at him as she opened the door and invited him inside, and they made their way to her bedroom. Her parents were out for the evening, so they knew they wouldn't be disturbed when the debt was settled.

"You've opened it already," she complained as she saw his envelope. "You've ruined the suspense."

"It was a B," managing to sound calmer than he felt. He showed her the sheet to confirm his words.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up her own envelope, and Dean could feel his own heart beating in his chest. What would happen now? Had he won or lost? Who would end up receiving the promised spanking?
Finally, Chloe managed to open the envelope. She glanced at the sheet of paper, before slamming her hand down on the desk in exasperation. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, pouting as she placed the sheet face-down on the desk and turned to look at Dean. "I got a C."

Relief flooded over him, and he grinned at his pouting classmate. Sitting down on her bed, he steepled his fingers as he looked at her. "Would you look at that? It seems there is a certain young lady who's going to get her bottom smacked."

Absently, her hands reached back to rub the seat of her skirt. "Oh, you didn't think I was serious about that, did you? It was all a joke, obviously," she said, trying to smile. "I was just kidding."

"I wasn't," he said calmly, but firmly. "You are going to go over my knee, and I am going to spank you."

She sputtered indignantly. "I can't believe you! Well, if you insist, I'll let you give me a few smacks then. But I'm keeping my panties on!" she demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. "What was it you said? ' A long and hard spanking, on the bare bottom, until you're sobbing' – those were your exact words, I believe."

"That was for YOUR spanking, if I'd won," she scoffed. "Not for MY spanking, obviously. My spanking is going to be light and fluffy, and with my panties on!"

He shook his head, marvelling at her audacity. "If you come over here and take your spanking like a good little girl, I'm only going to use my hand." He nodded to her dresser. "That hairbrush of yours looks quite sturdy. Or I could use my belt, if you prefer that…"

Her eyes widened, and she quickly crumbled under the threat of being strapped with his belt. Grumbling under her breath, she approached him on shaking knees, slowly lowering herself over his lap. She lay stretched out on her bed, her bottom raised over his knee, as she grabbed a pillow for comfort.

He gripped the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it to reveal a pair of cute pink panties with a cheerful kitten on the seat. He grinned at the sight, but while they were absolutely adorable, they would have to go. As he placed his hands in the waistband of her panties, slowly beginning to lower them, she let out a groan of frustration, but didn't protest. Not that it would have helped if she did – he wasn't going to let her back out of the deal.

Her bare bottom was just as beautiful as he'd expected. He feasted his eyes on the sight, before starting to rub her backside gently. Her cheeks clenched and unclenched under his hand, and she fidgeted.

"H-hey!" she protested when he continued to stroke her. "Are you here to spank me or grope me?"

"Why not both?" he said with a grin. "No need to rush into things. We have all the time in the world. However, if you're in such a hurry to be spanked, I guess I'll have to oblige you…" He lifted his hand, bringing it down in a hard smack that caused her to squeal.

His hand continued to slam down on her soft cheeks, the loud slaps ringing out in the otherwise quiet room. After the initial squeal of surprise, Chloe seemed determined to pretend it didn't hurt; she held her head high, lay as still as she could, and refused to make a sound. Dean smiled, wondering how long she could keep it up. He was equally determined to make her sob and plead for him to stop, and he had a feeling her bottom would give in long before his hand would.

As the spanking continued, he enjoyed watching her cheeks flatten under his palm, then bounce back up for another smack, with a bright pink handprint for decoration. Soon, her bottom was turning pink, but she remained stubbornly quiet.

His hand rose and fell, and as the sting grew, she hissed in pain, keeping her teeth tightly clenched to avoid crying out. She fidgeted, doing her best to lie there and take it in stride, but unable to stay completely still.

So far, he'd aimed for the centre of her cheeks, but as he began to spank the other parts of her bottom, he quickly discovered that aiming for the lower parts of her seat produced some interesting results. Only a few smacks to those surprisingly sensitive parts of her, and she was squirming around, a yelp escaping her lips with every slap.

"Ow! Oh, that hurts," she gasped.

"Good," he replied, continuing to spank her sit spots. "That was the idea."

With her resistance worn down, it did not take long before she was squirming and squealing with every spank, regardless of where he spanked her. She was kicking her legs, and once, she tried to reach her hand back and shield her bottom from the sting. He grabbed her wrist and held it to the small of her back, keeping her in place as he continued to spank her bottom.

Her bottom was bright red by the time she finally broke down in tears. With heaving sobs, she lay limply over his lap and promised to be a good girl. Satisfied that she'd received everything she'd asked for, he stopped spanking her.

He hugged her tenderly as he sat her on his lap, and she buried her face in his chest, sobbing. He ran one of his hands gently through her hair as the other soothed her burning bottom, and he whispered comforting words in her ear.

They sat like that for quite some time, before Dean suddenly noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Realizing that Chloe's exam results had fallen from the desk, probably blown down by the kicking of her legs, he bent down to pick it up. Chloe noticed what he was doing, and she immediately grabbed his hand and tried to stop him.

"No!" she snapped. "Leave that!"

Her reaction surprised him. Why did he care about him seeing her results? She'd already told him her grade – and she'd already been spanked for it. He wasn't about to let her boss him around, however, so he delivered a single, hard smack to her backside that had her howling. "Be a good girl and stay quiet," he warned her. Meekly, she nodded, but she watched with wide eyes as he picked up the paper.

He stared at the sheet, trying to comprehend what he was looking at. Chloe had received an A. She hadn't needed to take a spanking at all. In fact, by the terms of the bet, she could have spanked HIM. Why hadn't she? What was going on?

Slowly, he turned to look at her. "You WANTED me to spank you?" he said incredulously.

She blushed. "What!? No, of course not! Why would I want to be spanked? And by YOU? Don't be silly," she babbled, avoiding his gaze. She didn't sound particularly convincing.

With this new information, things were beginning to fall into place. He suspected that this was why she'd suggested the bet in the first place. And when she tried to back out of it, or to talk herself down to a gentle spanking over the panties, she hadn't actually wanted to succeed – she'd been testing him. And something told him he'd passed with flying colours.

"Well, then," he told her sternly. "Tomorrow, I'm going to put you back across my knee and spank you for lying to me."

"Oh dear!" she said theatrically, trying to hide her smile. "Please, not that! Oh no!"

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Oh yes."

She blushed, grinning.