by Sarah Veitch
'The riding crop, sir,' Gemma whispered, bringing her lips slackly towards the fibreglass punisher. She knew that the twenty-three inch crop would make demands on her, but that afterwards her new lover's caresses would more than make up for it.
Who Dares Whines
'This test will be a cinch!' Zoe laughed as she lay on her bed and flicked through the university's past papers.
'You've hardly attended a Shakespearian seminar this year - bet you fail!' Amy replied from behind one of the large twin writing desks.
'No chance. We don't all need to be spoon fed by lecturers,' Zoe said, throwing down the text and picking up her mirror and plum-coloured lipstick. She hated sharing university accommodation space with Amy, a highly organised and somewhat studious girl.
'Bet I get higher marks than you,' Amy muttered, clearly irritated by Zoe's smugness.
'So what's the forfeit for the loser?' Zoe asked.
Both eighteen year olds thought hard for a moment, then Amy said, 'She loses her dignity - like, big time! She has to go to Mr Jerome's house and tell him she wants to be spanked.'
There was a pause. A very long pause. Zoe gulped, for once lost for words at one of Amy's wagers.
'Scared I'll get higher exam marks, are you?' Amy taunted, staring at Zoe for long seconds before returning to her notes.
Zoe hesitated some more. She'd die of shame if she had to go over the Accommodation Warden's lap like a submissive sacrifice. Hell, she'd turned the colour of a Red Delicious Apple when he'd lectured her for blocking the wash hand basin in her room! She'd always hated being told what to do and when to do it. But the vision of Amy being similarly rebuked and spanked was a hugely compelling one. And it would be Amy who'd get lower exam marks, for she, Zoe, had studied Macbeth in school and even taken part in the amateur dramatics club.
'A secret masochist are you, girl?' she retorted at last, beginning to gently comb her long and shiny fair hair. 'A spanking wager it is.'
The end-of-term exam soon arrived. It wasn't like an end-of-year exam; the results didn't go towards the degree that the teenagers would finally end up with. Normally it was just to let both students and lecturers identify any weaknesses - but now it had extra implications for the girls' backsides.
'The exam starts now,' the examiner called. Smiling, Zoe turned over the paper and quickly scanned it. Then she paled and read each section again and again. Oh God - the Macbeth questions all invited a comparison with Hamlet, a play she'd hardly glanced at! She looked over at Amy to find her room mate writing busily. Zoe shifted on the wooden seat and suddenly felt very sorry for her cherub-cheeked soft bottom and its never-before-fingered dark divide.
One week later it was confirmed that she'd failed - and that Amy had triumphed.
'Get ready to have your pants pulled down!' the immaculately tailored student said.
'You aren't really going to make me go through with this, are you?' Zoe muttered as they walked towards the Accommodation Warden's quarters. 'Can't I have another dare instead?'
'Welch on the bet, you mean?' Amy asked contemptuously.
'No, but...' Zoe was normally an excellent debater, but now she was struggling to find a way out.
'Scared that he won't fancy your bum even though he's a spanking-mad CP fan?' Amy continued, her eyes sparkling with memories of the girls' most recent escapade.
'Screw you! I'll do it,' Zoe said.
'I'll be looking through the windows, of course - and you'll have to show your sore cheeks afterwards,' her rival murmured as they reached the Warden's cottage on the campus grounds.
Amy hid around the corner of the house as Zoe rang the bell. A moment later Mr Jerome answered. He was tall and neatly bearded, well-built without being heavy. Now he gave her the stare that made the junior accommodation clerks rush to do their chores.
'Yes?' he snapped.
'I... my friend and I had a bet that the person who got the lowest test results would come to you, and...'
'And?' the man prompted.
'And ask to be spanked,' a hot-faced Zoe said.
She waited for him to send her on her way or slam the door. She waited and waited. The warden appeared to be thinking hard as he gazed into her guileless eyes.
At last he murmured, 'You silly girl - I've been half-expecting you or someone like you. I'm going to smack your bum for a painfully long time.'
For a few seconds Zoe forgot to breathe, far less ask him how on earth he'd been half-anticipating her shameful visit. Thinking of the punishment which awaited her, she made a sort of half-snorting and gasping sound.
'Save the sound affects till I'm smacking your bottom,' the Head Warden said neutrally, ushering her into the long hall. 'Go into my snooker room and stand before the settee in the corner, then take off your skirt and pants.'
Was he really saying these words? This was a bad dream or the beginning of a nightmare. The teenager hesitated then reminded herself that Amy was watching. She had to go through with this. Zoe began to walk unsteadily towards her fate.
At last she entered the room. She stopped, too ashamed to follow his striptease-style instructions. The man relaxed back on the four seater couch as she stood before him with her hands hanging at her sides. 'Get that skirt off! Pull down that zip.' Zoe licked her lips, then unfastened the layered gipsy-like garment. Slowly she slid it down her legs and let it fall to the floor.
'Now take down your knickers. I like to spank a bare bottom,' Warden Jerome explained. Swallowing hard at the humiliation, the eighteen year old fingered the waistband of her rosebud-printed cream lace micros. 'Every second wasted earns you a more stringent punishment,' the warden said. Zoe shuddered then made herself edge down the protective material. Then she stood there, wearing only kitten-heeled shoes, beige hold-ups and a scoop-necked beige ribbed jumper which stopped just above her waist.
'Now stretch obediently over my knee,' the warden said.
Zoe looked wildly around the room - and was peripherally aware of a movement at the window. Damn! Her room mate was spying on her. She'd have to go through with this ignominy to the very end.
'Please don't spank me too hard,' she whispered as she approached his resolute profile. Then she lowered her half-naked body reluctantly across his lap. She knew that it was a cute little bum, quite high and delightfully bouncy. It complemented her equally small firm breasts and slender waist. Zoe looked at her punisher's large thick hands and an apprehensive quiver ran through her. 'Sir - go easy on me,' she entreated again.
'So, I'm spanking you for getting low exam results, you said?' the man murmured, apparently impervious to her solicitations.
'Well, I wagered I'd get better marks than my room mate then failed the test,' Zoe muttered, burying her face in the settee.
'So I'm also thrashing you for conceit and lack of self-knowledge?' the warden continued. Zoe sensed him raise his hand - then she felt it ricocheting down on her disarmed left cheek.
'Aaah!' she wailed, rearing upwards and backwards in a reflex gesture. Then she remembered that Amy was observing all of this and she got flinchingly back down again.
'Grip the arm of the settee and keep your hands there or I'll smack you twice as long for insubordination,' her disciplinarian ordered.
Zoe had no sooner slid her fingers around the leather bolster than the man lashed her small right globe with his big flat palm. He doled out a similar hard whack to her left sphere, as if to equalise the smarting pressure. Then he started to spank alternate cheeks at a determined pace.
'Ow! Ah! Uuh!' Zoe gasped as she struggled to absorb each measured whacking.
She squirmed and jerked, finding it increasingly hard to stay in situ.
'In a few moments I'm really going to give you something to wriggle about,' the man said matter of factly.
Zoe clenched and unclenched her pinkened buttocks and wondered what he meant.
By the time he'd finished the first part of her disciplining, she felt a deep-seated tenderised glow that stung from the
top of her bum's slender gap to her silken thigh backs. 'Twist your head round to see what a hot bum looks like,' Warden Jerome ordered, 'then get ready to yell some more as you taste the back of my wife's behaviour-changing hairbrush.'
'A hairbrush? But I only expected a hand spanking!' the eighteen year old stammered.
'I'm not smacking you for your test results this time. I'm correcting you for sneaking into my quarters three weeks ago,' Warden Jerome said.
'Didn't!' Zoe lied, wincing at the thought of being chastened further.
'Then how did you manage to go straight to my snooker room when all of the doors were shut?' Warden Jerome said.
'I must be psychic!' Zoe retorted with a flash of spirit.
'No - just obsessed with winning dares,' her punisher said. He positioned her more firmly across his lap. 'When I saw that the window had been opened and that things were a few inches out of place, I knew that a student must have been in here. I wondered if it was you two - when I was unblocking your sink that time I saw the Dean's nameplate in your room so figured you did stupid things for a dare.'
'We'd had a few drinks when we took it - I bet my room mate Amy that she didn't have the guts to borrow it, cause she's such a perfect swot!' Zoe said.
'She needs a perfect swat, all right,' the forty year old warden murmured. He stroked Zoe's reddened rump over and over again whilst she trembled with indignation. 'What was the bet when sneaking into my house, eh, love? To steal a pair of socks from my chest of drawers or something? Only you found my spanking magazines there - and that gave you the idea for your next silly bet.'
He'd hit the nail on the head - and now he was going to hit her squarely on the tail, Zoe thought fearfully. She skulked across his lap and pictured how more much-deserved retribution would feel. It was awful having a little-known man staring down at her spanked sore globes, examining each virgin crevice. Hellish to have him stroking her smarting cheeks.
'Would it help if I said I was sorry, sir?' she asked plaintively.
'Words are all very well - but you still have to pay the price for breaking and entering,' the man explained.
As he finished speaking he pushed her from his lap. 'Walk to the snooker table and bend over it for me, stretching your arms out. Push your naughty bottom well up and ask to taste the nice hard hairbrush back.'
'Your wife's hairbrush, I believe you said?' Zoe muttered provocatively, putting her hands over her bare bum to shield it from his view as she walked shakily towards the green baize table.
'That's right - she's felt its bite a good few times herself.'
Zoe grimaced at his words. She reached the table and hesitated before following her superior's orders.
'Over you go, girlie,' the man murmured. 'Part those legs a little for me, but keep them nice and straight.'
Zoe obeyed the second part of the order but couldn't quite bring herself to show off her virgin female portions. No one had ever seen them before, except in the swimming pool changing rooms - and they were confined to girls.
For long moments she lay there over the green baize, her eyes trained on the window. At least if Amy peeked in now she'd only be looking at Zoe's face! Amy would be loving her rival's chagrin, so Zoe told herself that she'd try not to cry out or look tearful. She'd somehow distract herself from the fate of her vulnerable, naked little spheres.
Nevertheless, she tensed and breathed quickly as the Head Warden re-entered the room. He walked around the table till he was parallel with her head then showed her the long-handled hairbrush. It had a smooth, polished, wooden oval back that looked as if it would seriously enliven her small arse.
'Just like a mini-paddle,' he said with obvious satisfaction. 'The moment I saw it in the shop I knew it would bring a feverish tan to my wife's ample rear.' He held the wood close to Zoe's lips until she kissed it. 'Of course, getting to use it on a haughty little Miss like yourself is an added treat.'
So saying, the warden walked a few steps until he was behind Zoe again, then put his hands around her waist to make her body a little more central. 'Your spanking's already fading. This beauty will make you glow nicely,' he said.
Zoe hid her head between her outstretched arms. She told herself to think of Amy rather than England. Then she howled as the brush whacked explosively into her soft young flesh.
'Oh, you pig! I really felt that one!' she cried, reaching her hands back to massage her tender buttocks.
'Of course you felt it. You're being punished for committing imprisonable offences,' the warden said. 'But we didn't steal anything,' Zoe muttered.
'The way I see it,' the man said, lining up the mini-paddle, 'you stole my peace of mind.'
For the second time the wooden oval pounded into her central swell, leaving a wide band of sizzling scarlet anguish. It seemed to awaken every previous hard-handed spank. Zoe again rose part of the way up, her fingers spreading protectively over her flaming hindquarters. Then, at the warden's bidding, she and her shielding fingers got quiveringly back into place. After all, she reminded herself, it was better to have a sore bum than a criminal record. It was better to endure a thrashing now than be in endless trouble with the university.
'Ask prettily for the third taste of this nice hard brush,' Warden Jerome murmured.
'Please... please use the brush on me again,' Zoe muttered back.
'Come on, now - we can try harder than that. Describe the colour of your bare bum and the way your cheeks feel as the brush connects with it,' the man said, repositioning her hips again.
Zoe toyed with the idea of telling him where to stick his brush, then realised that it was best to atone for breaking into his impressive house.
'Please thrash me with your thick hard hairbrush, sir,' she whispered with hard won humility.
Warden Jerome immediately obliged. 'Any more requests?' he asked when her sizzling cheeks at last stopped squirming.
'Yes, sir. I... I deserve strong discipline for being such a bad girl, sir,' Zoe falteringly said.
She reminded herself that Amy wouldn't be able to hear any of this through the window. Her shame was solely for the warden's eager ears.
'I think I'll warm that nice succulent area above your thigh backs,' her disciplinarian commented coolly.
He swung the oval so that it made contact with the fleshy undercurve of her perky cheeks. The student jerked and squirmed at the reddening impact. It was a full minute till she calmed down enough to resume her central place.
'Good girl. It's almost over now,' the man murmured, laying on another lambasting. 'For some, at least...'
Zoe realised belatedly that he'd left the room. She heard a door click, then footsteps. A few moments later he was back, clutching a flush-cheeked Amy by the arm.
'I found your partner in crime lurking about outside. Isn't that handy?' he murmured, Now I can punish her for breaking in here recently - and for doing her Peeping Tom act today.'
'Do what you like - I can take it!' Amy muttered, glaring at him contemptuously. Then she looked at Zoe who had quickly scrambled from the snooker table and straightened up. Zoe turned to face Amy in order to hide her sore bare bottom. She couldn't bear her rival staring at her punished haunches this close up.
Warden Jerome pointed at Zoe. 'Walk over to the window, girl, and stand looking out of it.'
The teenager realised that both other occupants of the room would then be afforded a perfect view of her unclothed lower limbs.
'Sir, couldn't I at least put my knickers on?' she whimpered, her hands creeping back to cover her bare bottom.
'No, I'd rather stare at flesh than at material,' her tormentor said.
Zoe walked self-consciously across the room, ignoring Amy's sarcastic wolf whistle. She took up her position, trying vainly to tug her jumper down over her naked rear.
Now Mr Jerome turned his attention to Amy's rear. 'Remove your skirt and blouse, girl,' he instructed.
Amy did as she was told, forcing herself to make eye contact the entire time. She'd remai
n aloof throughout this spanking, she told herself haughtily. She wouldn't writhe and plead like her cowardly rival had!
'Happy, now?' she sneered when she was bare apart from her tiny silken knickers.
'No, I'll be happy when you've pulled your knickers down for me and begged for mercy after a thorough caning,' the warden said.
A caning! Amy felt the smirk leave her face. 'But Zoe just got a spanking and a paddling,' she protested.
'A sound spanking lasts a long time - and takes a lot out of a man's right hand,' the forty year old told her, 'so this time I'll save my energy and avoid your petty displays of nonchalance by going for the short, sharp shock.'
Fingers suddenly awkward, Amy removed her black bikini briefs, then wrapped her arms around her hard-nippled bare breasts and shivered. 'We'll soon heat you up, girlie. Let's all go through to my Smoking Room,' the warden said. Zoe looked hopefully around. 'You, too,' he continued. 'After all - your mate here peeped at you whilst you took your spanking so it's only fair that you get to see her plead for clemency under my cane.'
The two bare-bummed girls (one bum white, one red) walked ahead of him down the hall and into the Smoking Room that they'd previously explored on their breaking and entering visit. Both remembered the broad-seated and thick-legged stool which had been bolted to the floor. They'd seen it then found the spanking mags in his bedroom and put two and two together. Now Amy realised that she'd soon be draped helplessly over that devilishly-slanted punishment stool.
They entered the room and the warden gestured for Zoe to approach the corner couch. 'Lie on your belly, girl,' he instructed. Zoe winced as she obeyed him, realising he'd be able to stare down at her punished globes whenever he wanted to humiliate her further. She brightened to find that she was lying several feet behind the punishment stool, and would soon be staring straight at Amy's helpless rump. Her rival, she noted, had firm oval cheeks with a particularly strokable-looking crevice. That crevice parted slightly as the disciplinarian positioned her over the polished wooden stool.
