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“Hmm…” Sir said, when I handed him my Chemistry exam, graded. Sir likes to help keep track of my grades, just in case. If I’m not doing well in my classes, then that’s a serious problem, which usually leads to a good talk, (and usually, a good spanking on my bare bottom.)
My Chemistry class had already become one of my most difficult, and although so far I’d kept my grades up, I knew the exams would be the deciding factor in many regards. Sir knew this too, hence why I’d been told very simply on the morning of the exam: “Young lady, if you don’t pass this first exam, we will be doing two things- Firstly, I’m spanking you, hard. Secondly, we’re putting you in tutoring for the rest of the semester.”
In the end, I’d passed it, but only because my professor had curved it, and that left the two of us debating over whether or not I would be receiving the discipline I’d been promised I’d get if I failed.
“It could be better…” Sir said, staring at the seventy-four on the page. “But you still passed where many of your peers failed. If only fifty percent of the class received passing marks, I think you did just fine sweetheart.” He said, with his usual sense of trusting certainty. “If you would like me to punish you though, you know who to ask.”
“Yes sir…” I replied softly, shifting my feet. “May, may I think about it sir? Please?”
“You may, young lady.” He said. “Do me a big favor sweetie, try and have an answer for me by dinner time, understood?”
I nodded against Sir’s chest, as he stroked my head.
“Good girl.” He said, wrapping his arms around me gently. “Go do some homework, I’ll call you for supper in a few minutes. Remember to think about my offer.”
I nodded respectfully, before taking my backpack to my room, and closing the door behind me. I sat down at my desk, and sighed, thinking.
If I asked Sir to spank me, he’d spank me hard, enough so that I’d probably get my bottom bruised, because that is what we agreed would happen anytime I misbehaved or failed an assignment at school. School is extremely important to us both, and Sir would not tolerate failure to turn in my assignments or anything like that.
But if he bruised my bottom, there’d be discomfort and pain every time I sat for the rest of the week, and when you’re sitting in class most of the day, nothing is worse. The last time I’d really gotten into trouble, it was so bad that I had to sleep on my stomach all week, couldn’t sit on the toilet, and had to do my homework standing up, and my maintenance spankings were nearly unbearable …
Frustrated, I pulled out my homework and began to work, brainstorming as I did so.
On one hand, Sir was right. I’d done very well on the test within the context of the exam, and how few had passed it.
On the other hand, discipline was all about consistency.
…Yes. I decided. If my discipline was to remain consistent, it had to be done, regardless of how unpleasant it was. I will ask Sir for a spanking.
When I came down for dinner an hour later, I did so with a ball of ice in my stomach. Once I gave Sir my answer, I knew, there’d be no getting out of it….
Still, it was better not to go against my decision.
My caretaker was in the kitchen, making us both some baked salmon and some pasta and a side salad. He noticed me quite quickly, and smiled gently, before opening his arms to hold me. I accepted excitedly, hungry for my caretakers cuddles… especially before I had my backside beaten.
“Did we make our choice young lady?” He asked, and I nodded, nervous.
“I, I need to be disciplined sir.” I said softly. “If, if discipline is about consistency, and I’m supposed to get spanked for bad grades… then I should get spanked sir, on my bare bottom.”
“I understand dear.” He said gently, planting a kiss on my forehead. “After dinner, I’d like you to take care of the dishes. Then we’ll take care of your punishment.” He promised, and I nodded, still nervous.
“Yes sir.”
“Now, why don’t you go sit at the table and wait for me?” He said, and I nodded again and obeyed.
Dinner was quick and quiet. Sir had me pack away our leftovers for lunch the next day, before I did the dishes. Afterwards, I anxiously stepped foot in the living room before my dear Sir led me upstairs.
My maintenance spankings are given bare bottom, but punishments are delivered with me in the nude, and so Sir stripped me down, and placed me in the corner, legs apart and hands behind my head for a few minutes while he fetched the implements he had planned for tonight.
I’ll admit, corner time made me nervous. I knew Sir planned on giving me a punishment, otherwise I wouldn’t be naked, but I feared what he might use… although the hairbrush was bad, the thought of taking a spanking with the big paddle or cane or Sir’s scary leather belt filled me with fear…
Unfortunately for me, Sir did indeed bring the paddle, the one made just for me so he could spank my entire backside at once. They were set on my bed, and Sir fetched me from the corner before marching me over and bending me over the side, instructing me to stand on the tips of my toes.
“Alright young lady,” Sir said, his voice firm and protective, but equally disappointed. “You failed your Chemistry exam, and now, you’re in big trouble young lady. As promised, you’re getting spanked before we discuss tutoring for those grades.” He said, taking hold of my wrists with one hand and picking up the paddle.
“Yes sir, I understand…” I whimpered, as I felt the wood pressed against my bottom.
“Good.” He said, and that was the only warning given before he pulled back the paddle, and swatted my bare bottom harder than I’d ever been spanked.
I gasped, my eyes welling up as my bottom exploded in pain. Almost immediately, I got another, and another, both against the sensitive parts of my bottom where I rest my weight when I sit…
“Ah! I-I’m sorry!” I sobbed, when another blow met the same spot, and immediately, I recognized the feeling or newly-formed bruises.
Not that I was surprised… when Sir intended to leave me bruised, he made certain I bruised…
“Hush young lady. You don’t talk while you’re being punished.” His voice was gentle, but the three whacks that accompanied his words left me sobbing in pain. My entire backside was on fire…
“Pay attention to your bottom, and remember, this is what happens when you don’t get good grades.” He said, spanking me again. “Every time you work on an assignment, especially an exam, this is what you think about.” He swatted me again, the hardest of all, and I yelped quite loudly. “Think about how bad your bottom feels right now. Think about how embarrassing it is to be undressed and spanked on your bare bottom.” He spanked me again, and I sobbed openly, unable to hold back any longer. My bottom felt as if I’d sat in a lit fireplace, except the ache was deep in the muscle and absolutely inescapable…
Sir spanked me five more times, before sighing, and putting the paddle down. My bottom hurt even more than the last time I’d been punished, and Sir’s rubbing hardly calmed the pain or sting in my bottom and thighs….
“There you go, fifteen swats for failing your exam.” He announced, satisfied with my punishment. He took a bottle of ointment from his pocket, and began to rub my bottom with the cool liquid. The ache remained, as well as a new, unfamiliar tightness in my muscles, but the sting ebbed a bit, though my aching sit spots made me feel no better…
“You can stand up and look at your bottom now young lady, but no rubbing for at least an hour.” Sir instructed. I nodded, sniffling and rubbing my eyes.
“Th-Thank you Sir…” I whimpered, forcing myself to stand. Sir pulled me close and kissed me, before walking me to the mirror. As expected, distinctive, bullseye shaped bruises decorated my buttocks themselves, and a set of harsh bruises lined my sit spots.
I groaned, miserable.
“I won’t be able to sit all week…” I whimpered, unhappy. Sir sighed, and pulled me close.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” He said, kissing my cheek. “I’m sorry, but you know what happens when you aren’t doing well in school.” He said, before giving me another kiss. “Don’t worry though, it’ll only be a few days.” He promised, before leading me to the dresser. He put me in a soft, silky nightie and took me to the bathroom to wash my face, and brush my teeth. Much to my embarrassment, I was still quite shaky, and so Sir assisted me.
“There we go,” he said, once I’d rinsed out my mouth from brushing. “Spanked, dressed, and ready for bed, like a good little girl.” He kissed my head, as I blushed, appreciative of his words. My bottom still hurt, it’d hardly been five minutes, but Sir has always been quite talented when it comes to caring for and comforting me. He led me to bed, and tucked me in, wrapping me and my plush manatee in my blanket, before kissing me goodnight, and sending me to sleep.
Little did I know, I’d wake up at four o’clock in the morning because I rolled over onto my spanked bottom, and realize what a world of pain I was in for.