It was only two months since the start of the semester, and I could already tell that I was falling behind. Back when I was a teenager, I had flunked a few classes and never finished college, and now, after two and a half decades in the workforce, I had decided to return and finish my degree.
I had hoped that the decades of work experience would mean that college was a lot easier this time around, but that proved to be optimistic. I found it hard to focus in class, and it took more and more time to complete my assignments. Some of the other girls had formed a study group, but since I was old enough to be their mother, it felt a little embarrassing to ask if I could join them.
One evening, I was returning to the dorm after a trip to the pub, when I walked past the room of one of my classmates – a petite blonde by the name of Sheila Page. She was standing in the open doorway of her room, and Josephine, a lanky redhead, was giving her a hug. Neither of them appeared to have noticed my presence. "Thank you so much for your help, Sheila!" Josephine gushed.
"Anytime, Josephine," Sheila replied. "My door is always open!" She folded her arms in front of her chest, grinning. "And I suspect you won't be late to class again?"
Josephine pouted and gingerly rubbed the seat of her jeans. "Don't worry, I'll be on time – though for a few days, I'll probably have to stand up for the entire lecture!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Sheila giggled. "There's no lasting damage, just a well-deserved sore seat. You'll sit down in a few hours – though you probably won't enjoy it much."
I stared wide-eyed at the two girls. What the hell was going on?
Josephine left, still rubbing her bottom, and Sheila finally spotted me. "Oh! You're Jacqueline, aren't you? We're classmates, right? Good evening!"
"What was that about?" I asked, staring at her.
"What do you mean?" Sheila replied, a confused expression on her face.
"Why did Josephine just leave your dorm room while rubbing her backside?"
"Oh, that. I've just spanked her," Sheila responded matter-of-factly.
I stared incredulously at her. "Are you being serious right now?"
"Entirely serious," she replied calmly. "Some of the girls are away from home for the very first time, and the total freedom and lack of consequences can have a detrimental effect on their mental health. Back home, misbehaviour earned them a trip over the parental lap, but here, there are no immediate repercussions. Some girls find that destabilizing, and they have a hard time focusing on their studies."
"So you SPANK them?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"It's a service I provide to those that need or want it. People have told me I'm mature for my age, and they find it easy to rely on me."
That part, I could believe. When I first met Sheila, she seemed so grown-up that I assumed she was one of those twenty-somethings with a baby face who looked much younger than they were. It was a surprise to learn that she actually was the eighteen-year-old girl she looked like.
"So, you just drag them over your lap and whack away?"
She frowned. "I always ask them to bend over voluntarily – it shows that they know they deserve the punishment. Then I smack them long and hard with my hand. For serious offences, I reinforce the lesson with a good spanking with the back of my hairbrush. Then, I send them to the corner to reflect on their behaviour, before they get a hug and forgiveness." She shrugged. "It's simple, and it works."
The thought of these girls voluntarily seeking out a spanking from Sheila struck me as daft, but I decided not to tell her that.
"Going out for an evening walk?" she asked, looking at my jacket. "It's a lovely night, I believe."
"No, I'm returning to my room. I was at the pub," I explained.
She looked puzzled. "I thought you had an assignment that was due in the morning."
"I do," I confirmed.
"Oh, you finished it before you left?"
"No, not yet," I said quietly, suddenly feeling a little nervous for some reason I couldn't explain.
"I see," she responded, raising an eyebrow. She didn't SAY that she disapproved, but her expression certainly did.
"I-I'll finish it before I go to bed," I told her, suddenly experiencing an unpleasant tingling sensation in my backside. This was ridiculous – why was I scared of a girl who was a foot shorter than me, and less than half my age?
"I'm sure you will," Sheila said. "Have a good night, Jacqueline."
"Good night," I mumbled as I left.
Back in my dorm, I sat right down at my desk and started working on the essay, not allowing myself any distractions until it was done. I've never worked so quickly before.
A week passed before the day when I knocked on Sheila's door. She gave me a friendly smile as she opened the door. "Jacqueline! What can I do for you?"
"Um. C-can I come in?" I asked, trying to stop myself from blushing.
"Of course!" She stepped aside to let me pass, and I entered the little dorm room. It was, of course, remarkably clean and tidy. "Cup of coffee?" she offered.
"N-no thanks." I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Noticing my discomfort, Sheila sat down and waited patiently for me to begin. Finally, I managed to summon my courage. "Those… those punishments you mentioned…"
"Yes?" she said encouragingly.
"Are… Do… " I swallowed. "Is there an age limit on those?"
She smiled. "If you're asking whether I would spank a grown woman – such as yourself, for instance – the answer is yes. I've done so several times in the past, in fact."
I stared at her. I don't know why I was surprised – it fit everything I knew about her. It also made it slightly less embarrassing to be standing here.
"And… you always use corner time afterwards?"
"Always, provided that time allows it. I find it reinforces the lesson." She leaned forward in her chair, steepling her fingers. "So. Tell me what you've done to deserve a spanking," she declared.
I blushed. Both hands crept back to clasp my bottom protectively. "N-now, I never said that – "
She sighed. "Jacqueline, we both know that you didn't come here asking about spanking purely as a hypothetical. I am not a fool, and neither are you, so don't pretend that we are." Her blue eyes bore into me. "You feel the need to be disciplined. Now, this is an assumption on my part, so I could be wrong, but I believe that our little talk last week woke something in you. You're struggling with your studies, or with some other aspect of your life. You lack motivation, or self-discipline, and believe that a firm hand is what you need right now." She smiled. "Am I correct?"
It took a few seconds before I summoned the presence of mind to nod affirmatively. She'd struck the nail on the head.
"Now, what have you done?" she repeated.
"Um." I paused, fidgeting nervously. "I procrastinate. It takes hours before I finally start working on the assignments, and I've handed them in late more than once. I have a hard time focusing in class – my mind keeps wandering off."
She nodded. "I see. Yes, a spanking will definitely help with those problems. You did well in coming to me, Jacqueline," she said softly, and I smiled. "Now take your trousers and panties down."
I blushed. "Sheila, I don't think –"
"Jacqueline, when you are being punished, it's 'Miss Page', not 'Sheila'. Is that clear?" she said firmly.
"Y-yes, Shei – Miss Page." I managed to correct myself just in time. "But… do I really have to…"
"I always spank on the bare bottom, young lady," she said. "And for your bottom to be bare, your panties need to come down."
My fingers trembled as I reached down to unbutton my jeans. As I unzipped them and started to pull them down, I blushed, unable to meet her gaze. My fingertips touched the green cotton knickers, but I paused, looking pleadingly at Sheila.
She frowned. "If you find it hard to bare yourself, I can take them down for you, but that will earn you extras."
I took a deep breath, pushing my panties down to join my jeans around my knees. I was standing in the bedroom of a teenager, effectively naked from the waist down, about to bend over her knee for a long, hard spanking. My heart was beating rapidly, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back.
She patted her lap, and I stepped forward, placing my weight down on her. Her skinny thighs were below me as she gently stroked my large, quivering bottom.
"Are you comfortable?" she said softly. When I nodded, she smiled down at me. "Then we'll begin."
She lifted her hand and delivered the first of many, many smacks. After all the anticipation, the reality turned out to be somewhat disappointing – a gentle slap that left behind a slight tingle. I didn't know at the time that Sheila always started off slowly, and in my ignorance, I breathed a sigh of relief. How naïve I was!
The spanks continued to land on my bare, upturned backside, and she gradually spanked harder and faster. As the minutes passed, the sting was beginning to grow, and I stirred.
"Are you beginning to feel it?" she remarked. "Good! You'll be a sorry young lady soon."
She spanked first one cheek, then the other, covering every inch of my ample posterior. As the spanking grew harder, I was surprised by how firm her hand was. She could flatten my cheek with a single blow, and deliver an equally hard spank to the other cheek just a second later.
"Ow!" I gasped, squirming. "That stings!"
"It's supposed to, Jacqueline," she scolded as she continued to spank me. "It's a punishment. Are you going to procrastinate on assignments?"
"Ouch! No," I said, wincing in pain.
"Are you going to pay attention in class?"
"Yeow! Yes, I will!"
She frowned. "You don't sound nearly sorry enough yet, I'm afraid. But don't worry, we'll get there eventually," she said cheerfully as she somehow started to spank even harder.
When I began to squirm around on her lap, she wrapped her arm around my waist to hold me in place. When I kicked my legs in agony, she wrapped one leg around mine to stop me. When I started to plead for mercy and promise to behave, she merely chuckled and told me that she'd heard it all before.
Tears were pouring down my face, and my bottom felt like it was on fire. It was like I'd been over her lap for a whole year! This slip of a girl had reduced a grown woman to a crying mess.
Finally, as I whimpered over her lap, wondering if I'd ever sit again, she ended the spanking. She helped me to my feet, giggling softly as I jumped from foot to foot and tried in vain to rub the sting away. She then slapped my hands away from my burning bottom.
"You can rub your bottom once your corner time is over," she told me. "Stand with your nose to the wall, your hands on your head, and your bottom bare and on display. If you turn around, speak without being spoken to, or try to rub your bottom, I'll take you back across my knee and give you another spanking. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, M-miss Page," I sobbed, wincing as I dried my tears. Fighting the urge to rub my stinging rear end, I walked over to the wall and took up the position she'd ordered. As I stood there, hands on my head, my face almost as red as my bottom, I felt oddly at peace. Miss Page was in charge, and I knew that she'd be there to correct my faults whenever I needed it.
I had hoped that the decades of work experience would mean that college was a lot easier this time around, but that proved to be optimistic. I found it hard to focus in class, and it took more and more time to complete my assignments. Some of the other girls had formed a study group, but since I was old enough to be their mother, it felt a little embarrassing to ask if I could join them.
One evening, I was returning to the dorm after a trip to the pub, when I walked past the room of one of my classmates – a petite blonde by the name of Sheila Page. She was standing in the open doorway of her room, and Josephine, a lanky redhead, was giving her a hug. Neither of them appeared to have noticed my presence. "Thank you so much for your help, Sheila!" Josephine gushed.
"Anytime, Josephine," Sheila replied. "My door is always open!" She folded her arms in front of her chest, grinning. "And I suspect you won't be late to class again?"
Josephine pouted and gingerly rubbed the seat of her jeans. "Don't worry, I'll be on time – though for a few days, I'll probably have to stand up for the entire lecture!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Sheila giggled. "There's no lasting damage, just a well-deserved sore seat. You'll sit down in a few hours – though you probably won't enjoy it much."
I stared wide-eyed at the two girls. What the hell was going on?
Josephine left, still rubbing her bottom, and Sheila finally spotted me. "Oh! You're Jacqueline, aren't you? We're classmates, right? Good evening!"
"What was that about?" I asked, staring at her.
"What do you mean?" Sheila replied, a confused expression on her face.
"Why did Josephine just leave your dorm room while rubbing her backside?"
"Oh, that. I've just spanked her," Sheila responded matter-of-factly.
I stared incredulously at her. "Are you being serious right now?"
"Entirely serious," she replied calmly. "Some of the girls are away from home for the very first time, and the total freedom and lack of consequences can have a detrimental effect on their mental health. Back home, misbehaviour earned them a trip over the parental lap, but here, there are no immediate repercussions. Some girls find that destabilizing, and they have a hard time focusing on their studies."
"So you SPANK them?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing!
"It's a service I provide to those that need or want it. People have told me I'm mature for my age, and they find it easy to rely on me."
That part, I could believe. When I first met Sheila, she seemed so grown-up that I assumed she was one of those twenty-somethings with a baby face who looked much younger than they were. It was a surprise to learn that she actually was the eighteen-year-old girl she looked like.
"So, you just drag them over your lap and whack away?"
She frowned. "I always ask them to bend over voluntarily – it shows that they know they deserve the punishment. Then I smack them long and hard with my hand. For serious offences, I reinforce the lesson with a good spanking with the back of my hairbrush. Then, I send them to the corner to reflect on their behaviour, before they get a hug and forgiveness." She shrugged. "It's simple, and it works."
The thought of these girls voluntarily seeking out a spanking from Sheila struck me as daft, but I decided not to tell her that.
"Going out for an evening walk?" she asked, looking at my jacket. "It's a lovely night, I believe."
"No, I'm returning to my room. I was at the pub," I explained.
She looked puzzled. "I thought you had an assignment that was due in the morning."
"I do," I confirmed.
"Oh, you finished it before you left?"
"No, not yet," I said quietly, suddenly feeling a little nervous for some reason I couldn't explain.
"I see," she responded, raising an eyebrow. She didn't SAY that she disapproved, but her expression certainly did.
"I-I'll finish it before I go to bed," I told her, suddenly experiencing an unpleasant tingling sensation in my backside. This was ridiculous – why was I scared of a girl who was a foot shorter than me, and less than half my age?
"I'm sure you will," Sheila said. "Have a good night, Jacqueline."
"Good night," I mumbled as I left.
Back in my dorm, I sat right down at my desk and started working on the essay, not allowing myself any distractions until it was done. I've never worked so quickly before.
A week passed before the day when I knocked on Sheila's door. She gave me a friendly smile as she opened the door. "Jacqueline! What can I do for you?"
"Um. C-can I come in?" I asked, trying to stop myself from blushing.
"Of course!" She stepped aside to let me pass, and I entered the little dorm room. It was, of course, remarkably clean and tidy. "Cup of coffee?" she offered.
"N-no thanks." I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Noticing my discomfort, Sheila sat down and waited patiently for me to begin. Finally, I managed to summon my courage. "Those… those punishments you mentioned…"
"Yes?" she said encouragingly.
"Are… Do… " I swallowed. "Is there an age limit on those?"
She smiled. "If you're asking whether I would spank a grown woman – such as yourself, for instance – the answer is yes. I've done so several times in the past, in fact."
I stared at her. I don't know why I was surprised – it fit everything I knew about her. It also made it slightly less embarrassing to be standing here.
"And… you always use corner time afterwards?"
"Always, provided that time allows it. I find it reinforces the lesson." She leaned forward in her chair, steepling her fingers. "So. Tell me what you've done to deserve a spanking," she declared.
I blushed. Both hands crept back to clasp my bottom protectively. "N-now, I never said that – "
She sighed. "Jacqueline, we both know that you didn't come here asking about spanking purely as a hypothetical. I am not a fool, and neither are you, so don't pretend that we are." Her blue eyes bore into me. "You feel the need to be disciplined. Now, this is an assumption on my part, so I could be wrong, but I believe that our little talk last week woke something in you. You're struggling with your studies, or with some other aspect of your life. You lack motivation, or self-discipline, and believe that a firm hand is what you need right now." She smiled. "Am I correct?"
It took a few seconds before I summoned the presence of mind to nod affirmatively. She'd struck the nail on the head.
"Now, what have you done?" she repeated.
"Um." I paused, fidgeting nervously. "I procrastinate. It takes hours before I finally start working on the assignments, and I've handed them in late more than once. I have a hard time focusing in class – my mind keeps wandering off."
She nodded. "I see. Yes, a spanking will definitely help with those problems. You did well in coming to me, Jacqueline," she said softly, and I smiled. "Now take your trousers and panties down."
I blushed. "Sheila, I don't think –"
"Jacqueline, when you are being punished, it's 'Miss Page', not 'Sheila'. Is that clear?" she said firmly.
"Y-yes, Shei – Miss Page." I managed to correct myself just in time. "But… do I really have to…"
"I always spank on the bare bottom, young lady," she said. "And for your bottom to be bare, your panties need to come down."
My fingers trembled as I reached down to unbutton my jeans. As I unzipped them and started to pull them down, I blushed, unable to meet her gaze. My fingertips touched the green cotton knickers, but I paused, looking pleadingly at Sheila.
She frowned. "If you find it hard to bare yourself, I can take them down for you, but that will earn you extras."
I took a deep breath, pushing my panties down to join my jeans around my knees. I was standing in the bedroom of a teenager, effectively naked from the waist down, about to bend over her knee for a long, hard spanking. My heart was beating rapidly, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back.
She patted her lap, and I stepped forward, placing my weight down on her. Her skinny thighs were below me as she gently stroked my large, quivering bottom.
"Are you comfortable?" she said softly. When I nodded, she smiled down at me. "Then we'll begin."
She lifted her hand and delivered the first of many, many smacks. After all the anticipation, the reality turned out to be somewhat disappointing – a gentle slap that left behind a slight tingle. I didn't know at the time that Sheila always started off slowly, and in my ignorance, I breathed a sigh of relief. How naïve I was!
The spanks continued to land on my bare, upturned backside, and she gradually spanked harder and faster. As the minutes passed, the sting was beginning to grow, and I stirred.
"Are you beginning to feel it?" she remarked. "Good! You'll be a sorry young lady soon."
She spanked first one cheek, then the other, covering every inch of my ample posterior. As the spanking grew harder, I was surprised by how firm her hand was. She could flatten my cheek with a single blow, and deliver an equally hard spank to the other cheek just a second later.
"Ow!" I gasped, squirming. "That stings!"
"It's supposed to, Jacqueline," she scolded as she continued to spank me. "It's a punishment. Are you going to procrastinate on assignments?"
"Ouch! No," I said, wincing in pain.
"Are you going to pay attention in class?"
"Yeow! Yes, I will!"
She frowned. "You don't sound nearly sorry enough yet, I'm afraid. But don't worry, we'll get there eventually," she said cheerfully as she somehow started to spank even harder.
When I began to squirm around on her lap, she wrapped her arm around my waist to hold me in place. When I kicked my legs in agony, she wrapped one leg around mine to stop me. When I started to plead for mercy and promise to behave, she merely chuckled and told me that she'd heard it all before.
Tears were pouring down my face, and my bottom felt like it was on fire. It was like I'd been over her lap for a whole year! This slip of a girl had reduced a grown woman to a crying mess.
Finally, as I whimpered over her lap, wondering if I'd ever sit again, she ended the spanking. She helped me to my feet, giggling softly as I jumped from foot to foot and tried in vain to rub the sting away. She then slapped my hands away from my burning bottom.
"You can rub your bottom once your corner time is over," she told me. "Stand with your nose to the wall, your hands on your head, and your bottom bare and on display. If you turn around, speak without being spoken to, or try to rub your bottom, I'll take you back across my knee and give you another spanking. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, M-miss Page," I sobbed, wincing as I dried my tears. Fighting the urge to rub my stinging rear end, I walked over to the wall and took up the position she'd ordered. As I stood there, hands on my head, my face almost as red as my bottom, I felt oddly at peace. Miss Page was in charge, and I knew that she'd be there to correct my faults whenever I needed it.
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