Episode 3: Spanking Students
David returned Susan to her house. It was 11:30 at
night. She wasn’t able to drive herself home after being kidnapped by
David’s ex-wife Angela. The scheming stalker
had used compromising photographs to blackmail the young English
teacher into being her plaything. Susan had been dressed as a schoolgirl
and then caned and spanked. Barely able to sit, she had ridden home
kneeling on the back seat of her car while boyfriend David did the
driving. Now, standing alone in the living room of her empty house she
looked around, tapping the large wooden hairbrush from Angela’s house
against her hand. Where was Mandy?
Mandy, Susan’s eighteen-year-old sister was a
student at the local college. She had promised that she would stay in and
work on her assignment. Susan had tried three times to call her sister to
come and help her when she was kidnapped but there had been no answer.
Mandy was out. Susan picked up a note that her sister had scribbled and
left on the table. The note gave Mandy’s poor excuse for not being hard
at work and it finished with “Don’t wait up. See you in the
morning.” Susan tightened her grip on the hairbrush, screwed up the
note, then angrily went to bed.
The next morning Susan awoke and sat on the side of
the bed. Her tender bottom immediately reminded her of the previous
day’s events. “Right!” she said. She picked up her hairbrush and
went in search of Mandy. She pushed open her sister’s bedroom door and
found her sprawled on the bed, hugging her duvet, laying half on her
stomach and half on her side with her back to Susan. Mandy’s soft cotton
pyjamas clung to the firm rounds of her bottom offering a very tempting
target for Susan’s anger.
“Wake up Mandy,” said Susan. “We need to
“Go away,” came the muffled reply.
Mandy pulled a pillow over her head.
“Ok,” said Susan. “If we can’t do this the
civilised way.” She marched forward, raised her arm and smacked the
hairbrush hard against her sister’s bottom. The sound echoed from the
walls of the small bedroom.
Mandy screamed under her pillow. She twisted round on
the bed and flung the pillow at her sister. “What the fuck was that!”
she yelled. She frantically rubbed at her bottom to ease the sting that
was now blazing where the brush had landed. Mandy looked very much like
her sister with the same slim build and fine features. Her long dark hair,
normally brushed straight, was a tangled early morning mess and her face
was flushed with anger.
Susan tapped the hairbrush against her hand.
“Things are going to change around here Mandy. Why did you go out
yesterday instead of doing your assignment?”
“My assignment? What the hell has that to do with
anything? You just hit me!”
“Damn right I did and there’s plenty more where
that came from. Now, get out of bed, get dressed and finish that
assignment. I promised Mum and Dad that you would work hard at your
course. We have tried talking and it hasn’t worked so from now on you
will behave or there will be trouble.” Sue emphasised her point by
slapping the hairbrush against her hand.
“You can’t treat me like a child!” shouted
Mandy. “Do you really think I’m going to let you spank me when I
don’t do what you say?”
“You will do as I say Mandy, or I will
spank you. If you can’t live by my rules you can pack your bags and go
back to Mum and Dad.”
Mandy looked at the hairbrush and looked her sister
in the eye. It was clear that Susan meant every word. Reluctantly, she did
as she was told. She climbed sulkily off the bed and twenty minutes later
she was sat at her PC in “Daisy Dukes” and a cropped tee shirt working
on her college assignment. For the first hour she was making good progress
and then the phone rang. It was Louise, her best friend and one of the
students on her course.
Susan came into the room just as Mandy was finishing
her conversation. “Ok,” she was saying, “I’ll see you in half an
Susan paced across the room and snatched the phone
out of Mandy’s hand and threw it onto the table. “You’re not going
anywhere.” She grabbed Mandy by the arm and pulled her over to the
couch. “Oh no you’ve got to be joking,” cried Mandy.
“Get over my knee. It’s obvious you’re not
going to learn without a very harsh lesson.”
On the other end of the phone call, Louise couldn’t
believe what she was hearing.
With a sharp tug from Susan, Mandy was sent sprawling
over her sister knee. Her skimpy shorts were skintight and her bottom
cheeks peeked out. Susan had left the hairbrush on the couch earlier and
now it came conveniently to hand.
“Wait!” pleaded Mandy. “Can’t we talk about
this? I …” Mandy’s words ended in a squeal as Susan slapped the
hairbrush hard against her bottom catching the bare flesh and leaving an
angry red mark. Smack after smack whacked against Mandy’s shorts and
bare flesh. Mandy kicked and writhed and tried to cover her bottom but
Susan always managed to land another resounding thwack! Eventually the
spanking stopped and Mandy scrambled tearfully off her Sisters knee. The
two sisters stared furiously at each other. The room seamed almost silent
after all the smacking and crying. Both girls were breathing heavily. Out
of the silence the girls heard a quiet voice on the phone, panicking and
“Mandy, Mandy, what’s happening? Are you there
Mandy picked up the phone sniffling. “Hi Louise.
I’m here. I’m not going to meet you after all. I’m working on my
“What? What’s happened?” asked Louise.
“You won’t believe this,” said Mandy. “Susan
just put me across her knee and spanked me.”
There was a moment’s silence, and then Louise
giggled, “You know something Mandy. You’ve had that coming for a long
“Thanks,” said Mandy. “It’s nice to know who
your friends are.”
The girls both laughed and Mandy brushed away her
tears with the back of her hand. They agreed to meet up on Monday at
college. Mandy sat down, yelped and quickly stood up again rubbing her
bottom frantically. She grabbed a soft cushion from the couch, put it on
her chair then gently eased herself onto it before continuing with her
Mandy arrived early at College on Monday morning.
Louise shared a room on campus with another student, Tamara. Mandy went
straight to the student accommodation block and knocked on the door of
Louise and Tamara’s room. Louise opened the door wrapped in a towel.
Five foot tall with short dark hair and a pretty face, she looked like a
freshly showered pixie. Tamara, a mischievous looking red head with her
hair in a ponytail, was sitting on her bed in jeans and a tee shirt.
“Come in,” said Louise. “Tell us all about
“What are you talking about,” said Mandy,
“Being spanked,” said Tamara. “Louise is
obsessed with it. She hasn’t stopped talking about it.”
“It was bloody painful and embarrassing. I want to
forget about it so don’t mention it again.”
“Put it behind you,” laughed Tamara.
“Did it make your bottom red?” asked Louise,
ignoring Mandy’s remark.
Mandy turned to Tamara. “I think there’s only one
way we are going to make Louise stop talking about this. What do you
“I agree,” said Tamara. “Grab her!”
Louise turned to run but she was too slow. Mandy
grabbed one arm and Tamara grabbed the other. Tamara tore Louise’s towel
off with her free hand causing Louise to squeal in embarrassment, then
sitting together on Tamara’s bed, they pulled the naked girl over their
“No! Stop it! Let…me…go!” yelled Louise. But
it was too late for words. This was a time for action. Mandy pinned
Louise’s arms and Tamara trapped her legs. The two girls then started a
blistering spanking that splattered Louis’s pale bottom with pink hand
marks, then a fiery sore blush and eventually turned the lower half of her
bottom and the top of her thighs a deep scorching red.
Other students passing in the corridor heard the commotion coming
from the girls’ room and peeked around the door before going on their
way with a grin.
Finally the spanking ended and the girls released
Louise. Her face was as flushed as her bottom. She snatched up her towel
and wrapped it around herself.
“Well I hope that answers all of your questions,”
Louise was speechless.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” said
Tamara. “You’ve been hinting that you wanted to be spanked as long as
I’ve known you. You need to let your boyfriend know.”
Louise gave an embarrassed grin and sat gently down
on her bed. “You know Tamara,” she said, “this has given me an
“Don’t look at me like that,” said Tamara. “I
don’t want to be spanked.”
“Maybe you don’t,” said Louise. “But I want
the money you owe me. It’s been three weeks now. Maybe a spanking
penalty would make you pay up.”
“There’s no need for that,” said Tamara. “I
promise you will have your money tomorrow.”
“You said that last week and I’m still
Louise pulled a writing pad out of a drawer and wrote
a note. “Here. Sign this.”
Tamara read the note out loud and laughed. “I
Tamara Blackshaw, do hereby promise that I will allow the bearer of this
note to spank me with my full and willing consent until my bottom is red
“Sign it,” said Louise. “I'll put it in my
drawer and you can buy it back tomorrow when you give me my money.”
Tamara hesitated. “What have you got to lose?”
said Mandy. “You just promised to pay up tomorrow. What are you afraid
of? Are you lying about paying the money back?”
Tamara bristled at the suggestion that she was lying.
And anyway what was the worst that could happen, a spanking from Louise?
How bad could it be?” She snatched up a pen and scribbled her signature
on the IOU. Louise smiled and slipped it into her drawer.
The following day, inevitably, Tamara failed to pay
back the loan. She barely had enough money to cover the debt and she used
some of that to buy an outfit for a sixty’s party that was going to be
held in the student union bar on Friday night. She laid her clothes out on
the bed and was admiring them when Louise came into the room.
“Have you got my Money Tamara?”
“Er, no not exactly, but I will have it without
fail next week.”
Louise gave a deep sigh and pulled Tamara’s IOU
from her drawer.
“Oh no. You’re not going to hold me to that are
you? If you spank me the debt is over. You won’t get your money.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Louise. “I’ve
thought of a way for me to get my money and you still get the spanking you
“What? What do you mean?”
Louise slipped the note into her jeans pocket and
“Louise! Come on! You can’t leave it like that.
What are you going to do?”
“Wait and see,” said Louise. She patted her
pocket where the note was held. “Wait and see.”
The week passed without incident. Tamara didn’t
repay the debt and Louise didn’t spank Tamara. Friday night came and
Louise, Tamara and Mandy met up and made their way to the student union
bar to enjoy the party. Mandy and Louise wore tie-dye tee shirts and jeans
and put flowers in their hair. Tamara wore a thin cotton micro dress, very
short and brightly covered in a psychedelic print. A chain belt hung
loosely around her slim waist and she wore full calf length white
“If you bend over in that dress you’ll give some
of the guys a heart attack,” said Louise. “Ok girls. The first round
is on me.”
“I see Tamara has finally paid up,” said Mandy,
noticing that Louise had plenty of cash.
“Oh no,” said Louise. “Tamara hasn’t paid. I
got my money back another way.”
Mandy and Tamara looked puzzled.
“So what happens to my IOU now?” asked Tamara.
“I don’t know,” laughed Louise. I haven’t got
it anymore. I sold it.”
“Oh my God,” giggled Mandy. “You’re in real
trouble now Tamara. Whoever has that IOU has a promise from you that they
can give you a spanking.”
“No, no that’s not fair,” protested Tamara,
panicking. “I want it back. I’ll pay you for it tomorrow.”
“It’s too late,” said Louise with a note of
satisfaction. “You’ve had plenty of chances. I have my money and Tony
the barman has your IOU. I guess it’ll be a spanking for you tonight
when the bar closes.”
The girls entered the bar. Most students had
attempted some sort of sixties outfit. An exception at one side of the
room was a rowdy group who were loudly celebrating a birthday. This was
the rugby team. It was Danny “Bull” Peters twentieth. He was the
centre forward. Six foot two inches tall, good looking and a broad mass of
muscle. He had made several attempts to make a date with Tamara but she
had always rebuffed him. When he saw her enter the bar, a vision of
sixties sexiness, he had to try again. As he approached Tamara she visibly
sighed. She was rattled by the news that her IOU was in the hands of the
barman. She really didn’t need Bull Peters drooling over her.
“Look, Bull. This is a bad time. I know you’re no
rocket scientist so let me spell this out in words that even you will
Mandy and Louise stared open mouthed. “That was a
bit condescending,” said Mandy. “He looks well upset.”
Bull returned to his friends.
“Harsh,” said one.
“How rude,” laughed another.
Bull took a long drink of his beer to drown his
humiliation and quickly went back to enjoying his party.
The three girls pushed their way to the bar. Tamara
blushed and turned away when Mick, the barman, winked knowingly at her.
Mick wasn’t actually that bad looking. Tamara made a decision. She would
try and talk him out of spanking her. Maybe he’d prefer a couple of
dates instead. She sat down on a bar stool and started to chat him up. It
was difficult because the bar was getting really noisy. The rugby team
were opening birthday cards and laughing loudly at the bawdy jokes.
“I can see why you would want the IOU back,” said
Mick, “but I can’t give you it. I’ve given it away.”
“Given it away? Why? Who to?” cried Tamara.
“To me,” said a familiar voice behind her. Thanks
Mick. That’s a great present.”
Tamara turned slowly around and stared at the chest
of Bull Peters. Bull slowly unfolded her IOU and showed it to her. “Look
what I found in my birthday card,” he said.
Tamara swallowed nervously. “N…Now look Bull.
That IOU. It was just a joke between Louise and me.
It’s not serious. Just give me the note back and I’ll buy you a
“Just a joke?” said Mick from behind the bar.
“I don’t think so. Louise told me it was a debt and I paid good money
for it. You have to honour your IOU unless you can buy it back from
Tamara scrabbled through her bag in the forlorn hope
of finding some forgotten cash. In
the centre of the room the other members of the rugby team were making a
space and placing a stool ready for Bull to return with his prize. Tamara
saw what was happening and looked up at Bull with tearful pleading eyes.
“I haven’t got enough money Bull. L...Lets be reasonable. Can’t we come to some
“Let me spell this out in words that you will
understand,” said Bull. Tamara flinched at hearing her own condescending
phrase. “You… are… going… to… be…spanked.”
Tamara was about to speak again but it turned into a
terrified squeal as Bull took hold of her and hoisted her over his
shoulder causing a loud cheer from his team mates As Bull marched her
through the bar Tamara beat her fists against his broad back. Her dress
was far too short to cover her bottom in this position and a few members
of the rugby team ran up and gave her a resounding smack on her exposed
cheeks, a taste of what was to come.
Louise and Mandy watched astonished. Louise had
thought Mick would discreetly give Tamara a sexy spanking in a back room.
She never imagined the public spanking extravaganza that was unfolding in
the middle of the bar.
Bull set Tamara on her feet and she tried to run but
in her high heeled boots she had no chance and Bull just reached out,
grabbed her by the wrist then sitting down he yanked her over his knee.
The rugby team gathered in a semi-circle around Bull and Tamara. The
commotion was attracting a lot of attention. Other students were gathering
to watch the spectacle. Some
were standing on tables and stools for a better view.
“Now,” said Bull, resting a large hand on
Tamara’s bottom. “It’s my birthday and my mates are going to sing
Happy Birthday to Me. I think it would be terrific if I spank out the words
on your bottom. Don’t you agree?”
“No!” cried Tamara, trying to twist off Bull’s
knee and kicking her legs. “Let me go. I don’t want to do this.”
“I can’t believe that,” said Bull. “You
wouldn’t have signed the IOU if you didn’t want to be spanked.”
Before Tamara could protest again, Bull raised his
hand and his team-mates burst into song.
“Haaappy Birthday too yooo.”
Bull smacked out each word with a resounding slap on
Tamara’s bottom, barely covered by the thin cotton of her sixties dress.
Birthday tooooo yooooooo, ” sang
the team with extra gusto.
Bull accompanied the singers, spanking out the words
again, harder this time. He knew it must be stinging because his hand was
burning and turning red. Tamara kicked and struggled but the singers
drowned out her cries and pleading for the spanking to stop. The rest of
the spectators joined in the song. As the crowd took a deep breath for the
next line, Bull slid his hand gently up Tamara’s bare thighs and over
her bottom, pushing her short dress up out of the way and revealing white
panties and bronzed flesh with deep pink blotches and hand marks.
“Noooo!” cried Tamara.
“Haaappy Birthday to Bu-ull” sang the crowd as
Bull loudly beat out the words on Tamara’s stinging cheeks.
“Haaappy Birthday tooooo yooooooo”
The final line was smacked home with Bull’s
Bull leaned back laughing and Tamara scrambled to her
feet, sniffing back her tears, and started to rub her bottom, but the
crowd had other ideas and they spontaneously burst into a chorus of “For
He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.” Bull quickly grabbed Tamara, and with a
squeal she was flung back over his knee. Bull enthusiastically spanked out
the words, laying it on extra hard when the crowd sang “…and so say
all of us, and so say all of us…” Tamara cried out in despair as the
crowd launched into the second verse. When the song finally finished the
crowd cheered and applauded and Bull ended Tamara’s spanking by joining
in the applause with a rapid burst of stinging smacks.
Bull helped the sobbing Tamara to her feet and sat
her gently on his knee. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and crying
and her bottom was stinging. Bull expected a slapped face but surprisingly
she didn’t even pull away. “I hope there’s no hard feelings,” he
wouldn’t say that,” giggled Tamara. She squirmed on Bull's lap and
resting her head on his chest. “Something down there feels very hard.”
This time it was Bull’s turn to blush.
Mandy and Louise watched in surprise as Tamara and
Bull left the bar holding hands.
“Well I certainly didn’t expect that,” said
“I hope Tamara’s going to be OK for the protest
march tomorrow,” said Mandy. “We’re going to have a sit-in outside
the town hall.”
“I don’t think Tamara will be sitting anytime
soon,” laughed Louise. “Anyway, you had better be on your best
behaviour tomorrow. Your sister will blister your backside if you
“Oh, you know me,” said Mandy. “I’ll be a
perfect little angel.”