[ENF] Lesson Learnt

[tehtrs]

Hi everyone! I posted a story here a while ago, and I saw that it got such a great response. For that, I'm so thankful! I thought I might as well put up another spanking story... Be warned, this one was written before Bad Teacher. It's not that great, I haven't bothered fixing the awkward paragraphs and it's a lot shorter, but hey - hopefully someone out there likes it!

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Ashley eyed the chair warily as she stood there waiting. Her breath was heavy now, her knees shaking and her stomach feeling slightly queasy. Sure, this seemed like an easy punishment for what she had done at first, but now, seeing that chair, she wasn’t so sure.
After what seemed to be an eternity, and just when Ashley was starting to regain her confidence, Trish entered the room. Ashley’s confidence escaped her as though it had fled the room in terror. She went right back to that nervous, shivering mess she was just a couple minutes earlier, a complete contrast to the blonde bombshell who was casually strolling about the room, checking her preparations. Ashley was an innocent-looking nineteen-year-old brunette, not too tall but very fit. Trish on the other hand, was a seductive-looking blonde of the same age with the perfect body who had a swagger about her, and wooed the guys wherever she went. She wasn’t very tall either, but other than that had all the qualities of a supermodel.

Rather suddenly, Trish sat down on the chair, and as she did Ashley felt her heart jump. Trish straightened her skirt across her lap, and then looked up at Ashley, standing there mortified.
“Well?” Trish said impatiently, an eyebrow raised and exuding a very business-like air of indifference. She bounced her foot against the floor a couple times, her knees bobbing up and down rhythmically.
Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a choked, dry sound. She bit her tongue nervously, and Trish rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“Look, I don’t have time for this Ashley.” The wily blonde snapped, shooting a piercing glare, “We’ve discussed this, and hey, I even tried to talk you out of it a couple times. But no. You messed up, and now you’re going to get punished, like you should. So quit stalling, grow up and take your spanking like a grown woman!”
The word hit Ashley like a wrecking ball. …A spanking.

Growing up as the straight-A daughter of two teachers, Ashley was never the kind of kid to get in any trouble as a kid. Even when she had stepped out of line, her parents didn’t believe in corporal punishment. She had gone her entire life without being spanked. Sure, she had gotten a couple playful swats on the butt here and there, or minor smacks on birthdays, but that was it. So when her list of potential punishments had been presented to her, she thought that this was the easiest one by far. She was almost curious about it, in a morbid sort of way.

Now, she had the scenario right in front of her. She could only swallow her pride and take her medicine; she even started to think that the build-up was the worst part as she took a deep breath and laid across Trish’s lap, placing her hands against the floor for balance.
There she waited for a couple seconds. Nothing happened, but she dared not move, thinking that Trish was just playing mind games with her.
“You forgot something.” Trish finally said flatly, a statement that had Ashley so bemused she almost laughed.
“What?” replied Ashley, both an exclamation of disbelief and a genuine query as to what she had forgotten.
“Take your pants off.” Trish commanded, and without a moment’s hesitation Ashley shot to her feet.
“What?” she cried, already feeling her cheeks flush, “We never said anything about that! You just said you’d give me a spanking and that’s it! Just a spanking.”
“I said I’d give you a proper spanking, Ashley.” Trish said coolly, “That’s under my terms, there is no way a proper spanking is over a pair of jeans.” She tilted her head slightly to the side in a mocking gesture, “Besides, I don’t think you’re in any position to argue.”

There was nothing Ashley could say or do that would change Trish’s mind. They both knew it, the only question was how long Ashley was going to resist before giving in and dropping her jeans around her ankles. And that was not too long at all.
Her heart was in her throat now, her fingers were shaking and she struggled to undo the top button, all the while trying to think of some final excuse. Her hands betrayed her when they at last loosened the button free and moved on to her zipper. Before it had even been unzipped all the way, gravity took its role, pulling her jeans unceremoniously to the floor as though it was in on the joke.
She stood there miserably for a moment, about to cover herself up but ultimately deciding against it, instead just accepting the fact that her blue cotton panties were now on display. Had she known the spanking would be under these conditions, she would’ve worn something less bland.

She stepped out of her jeans and picked her undies slightly out of her rear for comfort purposes before lying back over Trish’s lap. She felt like the full embarrassment of the punishment was present now; lying there in that degrading position like a little girl, her panty-covered rear set right in front of Trish’s view, and a feeling of chill running down her bare thighs that gave her goosebumps.
Again, there was nothing. A moment passed, then another.
Ashley’s mind raced. What else could she want? I’m not taking my panties off if that’s what she’s- Before she could complete that thought, the first smack had landed on her, a crisp sharp smack across her left buttock that made a very loud gasp escape from her mouth, and her hips jerk on impact. She tried to register the feeling in her mind, but already the next couple of spanks came in quick succession. Trish smacked Ashley hard and rapidly on her left cheek before giving her two on the right, followed by a big slap across both cheeks.
Ashley let out an embarrassing cry of ‘owwwww!!’ as this happened, which came out louder on that final slap. Already her knees were bent tightly, pointing her curled toes to the air and tightening her butt cheeks in a vain effort to reduce the pain. She felt a hot sting across her buttocks just from these first few slaps.
If nothing else, this tightening was little more than an amusing nuisance for Trish. Call her unusual or just plain sadistic, but she was getting a kick out of watching Ashley’s buttocks jiggle and bounce wildly upon each slap. As Ashley was a fit girl, she had a rather solid derriere, but that just gave Trish the urge to work harder.

“Wait, no! Stop! I don’t want this!” Ashley whimpered, her breathing choppy and uneasy. She couldn’t have imagined in a hundred years just what this would feel like, and she hadn’t considered the obvious fact that, as time went on, each slap hurt more and more against her defenseless rear.
“That’s not true…” Trish chided in a mocking tone, “You said it yourself… ‘Trish, I want to be spanked. I want you to spank me.’” As though energized by this discussion, Trish started smacking harder and faster. Ashley began to yelp dolefully with each smack. “And when I offered other alternatives, what did you say to me?”

Tears began welling up in Ashley’s eyes. The pain was starting to become unbearable upon her wiggling, writhing bottom, and now the humiliation was starting to be just as bad.
Hearing no response, Trish grabbed the waistband of Ashley’s panties with her free hand and in one harsh yank, pulled them high up Ashley’s rear. Ashley let out a shocked squeal, her legs now kicking wildly from this unexpected wedgie.
“What did you say, Ashley?” Trish repeated, unleashing a flurry of swats on Ashley’s bright pink bottom. Each smack let out a solid crisp sound as Trish’s hand connected with her victim’s rear.

Ashley was trying hard to fight back her tears, biting down on her lip to stop herself from bawling. Even in this state, her panties wedged up her well-spanked, jiggling bottom, she tried to hold onto whatever dignity she had left in her. She even started to control her legs, no longer kicking but instead just hanging stiff and lifeless in the air.
Then, it stopped. Ashley’s eyes, shut tight, began to slowly flick open. She sniveled a little, but started to get her breath under control. There was a silence now, other than the girls’ heavy breathing after the physical workout, and the occasional gasp escaping from Ashley’s lips. Her hot, red rear felt like it was throbbing wildly, but the cool air from the room seemed to be washing it in a calm state of painlessness.

Finally, her thoughts began coming together. Trish had released her grip on her panties, and now they just sat there, wedged up her cheeks.
“Ashley…” Trish said quietly, resting a hand across Ashley’s rear, “I asked you a question.”
“Wh-what?” Ashley said in a confused tone. She couldn’t figure out what Trish was getting at.
“And when I ask you a question…” Trish’s hand suddenly grabbed hold of Ashley’s panties, and this time she yanked them down towards Ashley’s knees, “You will answer!”
Ashley let out a horrified cry as the panties slid down her thighs. She had never felt so humiliated and degraded in all her life. The bet was off in her mind. Her feet went down to the floor as she began to lift herself, but Trish would have none of it. The dominating blonde shoved her down, and then held her down with her hand planted firmly on her back.

What followed was a feeling of indescribably intense pain. With a swish of wind followed by an incredible crack, the flexible metal ruler landed down upon Ashley’s rear. Her stricken left cheek jiggled from the point of impact in wild vibration, and all thoughts of dignity went out the window.
Ashley shrieked in agony, bucking wildly about as she tried to get free before a second shot landed. It took a few seconds before Trish could properly align her for the next smack, and when she did, it opened the floodgates for both a lot of swats and a lot of tears.
Though this was harsher than any punishment a little girl would receive, Ashley couldn’t help but act like one now. She wailed loudly and flailed around, her cute little toes alternating between stretching out and curling up, and her feet darting around from up in the air to planted down against the floor (she wouldn’t realise that her legs moving around so much would provide some very embarrassing visibility of certain areas).
“So, Ashley…” Trish said, each word separated with the swish and the smack of the ruler, “When I asked you if you wanted a spanking…” she was using all her energy now, going as hard as she could, “What did you say to me?”

“I said I want you to spank my butt!” Ashley cried, though it was barely coherent in her current state, “I said I wanted you to spank my naughty little butt!” One certain smack broke up her speech with a loud ‘owwwww!’ “I was naughty, Trish! I was a naughty girl so I got spanked!” Sniveling and crying, she moaned out “I’m sorry!!”

And once again, it ceased. Ashley didn’t stop writhing though, continuing to wail and wriggle as though the onslaught had been continued by an invisible force. She wondered which cruel implement would come next, but she no longer had the physical or mental strength to brace herself for it. She had been completely dominated.

Trish’s hand stopped restraining her now. She lifted it up off her back, and sat there pensively. After a few moments, Ashley realised her freedom, but remained in place. Her bright red bare bottom bobbing back and forth, exposed and shameful.
“Thank you, Ashley.” Trish said finally. Ashley couldn’t muster another response, so instead she just whimpered in bemusement. Uncertainly, she looked over her shoulder, her blushing face now looking up towards Trish, she blinked furiously to see clearly.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Trish continued, her own numbed legs rocking back and forth to regain circulation.
“You just…” Ashley started, her speech broken up by a miserable groan, “You just wanted me to say I’m sorry?”
“Of course!” Trish replied in an annoyed tone, “You didn’t ever try to apologize to me.”
“…I didn’t?” Ashley whimpered, finally finding enough strength to lift herself to her feet. As she stood, she knelt down to retrieve her pants, only managing to grasp her panties and pull them up to cover herself.
“You never do.” Trish said with a smirk.

“Oh…” Ashley grunted, too disoriented to ponder the situation. She gingerly rubbed her rear, and began to whimper. “Is it bad?” Trish chuckled a little as Ashley turned to show her bottom for inspection.
“Hardly.” Trish replied, “I mean yeah, it’s really red and everything, but I wasn’t going as hard as you think.” A thought crossed her mind, and she giggled, “Probably felt real bad, seeing how you were a spanking virgin and all.”
Though it was an innocuous enough statement, Ashley didn’t find it particularly funny. She had almost grown accustomed to the pain at this point, and now it was the humiliation that was getting to her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t… apologize.” She said quietly, in a statement that could be best described as awkward.
“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Trish offered helpfully as she got to her feet. She gave a last stern look towards Ashley before she turned to walk away.
“Yeah.” Ashley said bitterly, “Won’t happen again…” She waited until she was sure that Trish was out of earshot, and added, “b*tch.”

It certainly wasn’t an experience Ashley would soon forget, and from then on she would recall the sadistic nature of Trish, the importance of an apology, but above all else, she would never forget how much she learnt to hate rulers that day.