Read part one here
Cindy pressed her round bottom against her locker, pushed her chest up and bat her eyelashes at Brad as he came down the corridor. The spaghetti top and tight, short denim shorts she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination and accentuated her round hips and full breasts.
“Heyyy, Brad…” she purred, “I heard Susanna cancelled on your for the dance… That’s too bad…”
Brad came to a stop in front of her and put let his rucksack down on the floor. Taller than she was, lean and toned, his hair cropped on one side, he was everything that that made her bite her lips with desire. She often thought of him at night, alone in her bed, when her hands started to wander.
He stared. “Yeah… You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you Cind?” he said.
“Me?” she said in her most innocent voice, “Why would I do that?”
“I heard you were pretty pissed at her…”
“Oh yeah? Who told you that?!”
“It doesn’t matter who. Did you do it?”
“Do what?” She raise an eyebrow.
Brad put his hands on his hips and frowned.
“You know what!”
“No!” she pretended “I don’t.”
He blushed and continued in a hushed tone, looking up and down the corridor.
“You spanked her? What’s wrong with you?”
She laughed. “What? Who told you that?”
“it doesn’t matter who told me!”
“I never… spanked… her. What the fuck, Brad? Are you a pervert or something?
“What?”
“That’s your fetish, huh? Girls spanking each other?”
“What? No! I…”
“Oh I’m sure it is… Naughty, naughty girls getting punished… Is that what you like, Brad?” she smiled wider while he blushed.
“You’ve got issues, Cind…” he muttered
“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Are you going to take me to the dance or what?”
He took his bag from the floor and grabbed Cindy by the wrist, not too gently.
“Come on, not here,” he said, and pulled her towards and empty classroom.
“What are you doing?” she asked, half smiling, half panicking. Maybe she had taken it a little too far? Surely not. She knew how boys thought, manipulating them was one of her favourite things. A little teasing, a little waving her hips around, and she had them wrapped around her finger.
He closed the door behind them as they entered the empty classroom and let go of her wrist.
“Well?” she asked, hiding her misgivings behind another grin.
“I know you did spank Susanna, and don’t you even dare deny it!”
She shrugged, “Yeah, and? That slut shouldn’t have been strutting around, that’s all…”
“Don’t call her that!”
“What? A slut? I call a piggy a piggy, that’s all!”
“All right, that’s enough,” he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the nearest chair, “You think you can spank someone just because you don’t like them? Well I’ll show you how that feels.”
He sat down and swiftly bend her over his knees.
“Hey! No! Stop!” she yelped, but he didn’t listen. Without another word, he raised his hand and smacked her bottom, a loud, painful slap that immediately made her eyes water in surprise, pain, and delicious shame. Not wasting a second, another slap fell, and another, and another until the sound of them filled the room in a steady rhythm punctuated by whining, barely contained cries. She kicked her legs
“Brad!…” she pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. This wasn’t going as planned, not at all. “Brad, please!…”
Unmoved, he continued to rain spanks over her round, denim-clad bottom. Already he could see her sit spots turning a satisfying red. After a dozen more slaps, he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down, panties and all, to her knees despite her outraged protest.
“No! No! Stop! You can’t!”
“Did you give Susanna a choice?”
“No but… Please! I’m sorry, all right! You can go with that bitch, I don’t —OWWW!”
“Don’t call her that,” he said, punctuating each syllable with a hard, painful slap on her now naked bottom. As he kept on spanking and smacking her round, bouncing bottom, her shorts and panties fell further down her legs until they were at her ankles, then on the floor. All the whiles, her tears were flowing openly, her cries getting more desperate.
“Braaad! Please! I beg you! I’m sorryyy! Please! Please! Someone will come! Someone will see…”
“Did you think of that when you were doing it to Susanna?”
The slaps were getting harder and harder. Cindy was sobbing, bawling, unable to articulate her begging anymore. Finally, satisfied, he relented. His hand resting on her burning, bruised cheeks, he said, “If I hear that you said anything to Susanna, if I hear you’ve been anywhere near her, I promise you you’ll end up in the same position for round two. Is that clear?”
She sniffed, “Y-yessir…”
All the while, shaking from the sobs, the pain, the humiliation, and the scolding, she was thinking. Only three people knew what she had really done the day before. Only three people knew that she’s spanked Susanna on the bare. Three people: herself, Susanna of course —but she wouldn’t have dare admit it to Brad— and Abi. That bitch Abi. She had told Brad, she was sure of it. That. Bitch.
She was going to pay.
