Feliz cumpleaños, Ash!
The sunset was breathtaking.
“So, what does the letter say, baby?” Out of the blue, Stella asked lazily, her voice deceptively silky and sweet.
Cat almost fell off the bench. She jolted her head up from Stella’s shoulder, her brown eyes widened. “Wha? What letter?” She stammered, color draining from her face.
Stella turned around and met Cat’s eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, little girl. I know you are hiding something from me,” Stella said matter-of-factly, smile gone from her face.
Cat looked down, panic showing in her gorgeous eyes.
“Come on, naughty girl. I asked you a question.” Stella raised her voice a little.
With trepidation, Cat reached into the back pocket of her denim skirt and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. Hand slightly shaking, she handed it to her dominant girlfriend, eyes averted.
Stella quickly skimmed the sheet and her face turned red. “Cheating in stats final? I thought you were good at stats!” She growled, her eyebrows knitted and eyes narrowed.
“I was. I AM.” Cat fixed her gaze at her feet.
“Then you’d better explain to me what the heck this is all about. I’ll give you 20 seconds!” Stella tried to contain her explosion.
“Uh-mm, I …” Cat blubbered, “I aced the stats final.”
“Stand up, look me in the eye, and tell me everything.” Stella ordered in her stern voice.
Cat got up from the bench and stood submissively in front of Stella, shoulders slumped. She looked into Stella’s crystal blue eyes and saw a raging storm forming. She tried to speak, but a big knot in her throat presented her from speaking and she started sniffling. She opened her mouth a couple times but no word came out.
Stella waited until her patience ran out. Grabbing her submissive girlfriend’s arm and turning her slightly sideways, Stella raised her right arm. Cat instinctively tried to pull away. SLAP, Stella’s hand missed the intended target and landed instead on the back of the sobbing girl’s left thigh just below the mini-skirt, a red handprint seared deep into the soft pale skin.
“Ow. Please no, Stel, not here.” Cat pleaded, trying to get away from Stella’s grip, nervously looking around to see if anybody had seen them, her free hand attempting to cover her buttocks.
SLAP, another hard spank followed, the sound traveling with the evening breeze and then echoing back in the clearing surrounding them. This time it landed on the back of Cat’s other thigh, leaving a similar deep red handprint.
“Ouch. Please Stel, not out here.” Cat pleaded again in desperation, shuffling her feet on the green grass.
“Ok then. Let’s get you home.” Stella quickly got up, grabbed the naughty girl’s wrist, and marched her all the way back to the house.
As soon as they got inside, Stella sat down on the couch and instructed Cat to take off her mini-skirt. Then she told her to kneel down in front of the couch, facing her disciplinarian.
“Now look me in the eye and tell me everything.” Stella’s eyes exuded no-nonsense sternness.
Cat swallowed hard. She looked into Stella’s disappointed eyes and began: “It was for, for Lizzy.”
“Liz was part of this too? No wonder the two of you kept whispering last night.” Stella started to grasp the situation. “Go on.”
“Lizzy had been .. er .. worried about the stats final. She needed to, to have a B to keep her scholarship, you know. So she asked me if I would help her with the final.” Cat’s voice was barely audible.
“And you agreed to help her cheat?” Stella found her anger rising. “What did you do exactly?”
“The test was really not that hard. So I, I finished early and went outside. Then I, er… er …” She wiped her stinging eyes with the back of her hand.
Stella tried to keep composed. “I’m waiting.”
“er… texted the answers to them.”
“Them? Just how many people were you helping cheat, hmm?” Stella was incredulous.
“Liz and, and two, two other girls.”
Stella could not believe what she was hearing. She was so angry that she felt her body shaking. “How could you?!” She almost shouted at Cat, “Did you think of the consequences at all?”
Cat lowered her head and murmured sheepishly amid her sobs, “But I, I didn’t cheat on my own test. I only wanted to help my friends.”
Stella stared hard at her darling and replied in an indignant tone, “In the eyes of the law, you are just as guilty, missy! And ignorance of the law is not a defense either.” The lawyer was incredulous as she assumed everyone knew that.
The guilty girl looked up at her dominant girlfriend, defeated. Her composure collapsed. She started to cry openly.
Stella was seething. The girl in front of her looked so innocent and vulnerable, and yet had done something so gravely wrong. She was afraid that she might explode and say and do something regrettable to hurt her girlfriend right then and there. She needed a time-out to cool off.
“Go bend over the big chair over there. Let me cool off a little before I deal with you.” Stella tried hard to stay calm.
Cat obeyed. She dragged her feet over and bent down over the back of the big chair, her bikini panty clad buttocks sticking up in the air.
Stella got up from the couch and her eyes followed the college girl. Bent over the hard chair, her little girlfriend waited obediently, her adorably peachy bottom cheeks twitching nervously. The two red handprints on the back of her curved thighs looked like fresh artwork. So adorable and yet so naughty, the top sighed deeply and shook her head.
Cat knew that she had messed up big this time. If the school judged her harshly she could face expulsion for real. But right now all she could think of was how Stella was truly disappointed at her. Resigned to the prospect of a hard spanking, all she wanted though at this minute was to lie over Stella’s muscular, warm and comforting lap and feel her dominant girlfriend’s strong, loving hand on her bare bottom. Usually when she was naughty, Stella would put her over her knee and spank her with her hand. And if she was really bad, Stella might bend her over a chair or make her kneel on the couch and use an implement like a hairbrush or a paddle on her bare bottom. But today was different. Cat could tell that she was not going over Stella’s lap and neither would Stella start with her hand. She would use an implement right away. There would be no warm up for her.
In the meantime, Stella slowly downed a glass of ice water in the kitchen and waited till her sizzling anger had cooled down a little. Then she opened a drawer and retrieved a long-handled wooden spatula.
She walked over to Cat. “You’ve really crossed the line, naughty girl.” She lightly patted the plump bottom with the spatula a few times. “Stick you bottom up. You are going to get a very hard spanking on your bare bottom, a spanking I hope you’ll never forget.” She announced between clenched teeth, and in one swift motion, yanked down Cat’s little bikini panties to her ankles.
Cat squirmed and whimpered, resigned to the obvious fact that she was not going over Stella’s knee or feel Stella’s hand for this spanking. She also knew this spanking was going to be different from other ones. It was not going to be playful or light-hearted. She stared at the seat of the chair with red eyes, holding her breath, and tightening all the muscles in her body, bracing for the impending punishment.
SMACK, the first blow hit the middle of the crack and the college girl’s upper body bounced up. She cried out.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, blow after devastating blow landed on Cat’s wobbling bottom. They came down fast and furious with no reprieve for the punished girl. Cat sucked in so much air she thought her lungs were going to burst. The wooden spatula stung like nothing else. With each spank, Cat owed and ouched, and her feet danced to the rhythm of the smacking as she tried to gain some leverage but could not dodge the punishing splats on her jiggling bottom which was beginning to be covered with red splotches with each blow.
The house was quiet except for the echoes of the spanking and Cat’s hollering. Stella did not launch into a stern lecture of scolding as she normally would during Cat’s punishment. With a grimly set mouth and furrowed eye brows, all she could handle right now was to concentrate on reddening her naughty lover’s backside in a controlled manner. The lecture and scolding would have to wait.
Cat knew she had crossed a very grave line and was in big trouble. However, she was not used to Stella being so quiet during a spanking. It made her feel uneasy and scared. A normal spanking would be like a “talk” when Stella, sternly but lovingly scolding Cat, doled out smacks to the bottom on her lap and the punished girl would be expected to come up with some responses. This spanking was different and Cat did not like it. She turned her head around to steal a glance at her beautiful girlfriend, hoping to catch Stella’s eyes. But Stella’s concentration on smacking the naughty rump was absolute, and her gaze did not move. Her arm swung up and down in a beautifully controlled rhythm.
Cat’s knees buckled a few times and she bent down on the floor, her panties long been kicked off. Without a word, Stella motioned for her to get up and stay in position. Cat showed complete obedience despite the increasing sting on her bottom cheeks. She steeled herself to stay in position. Stella put her left hand lightly on the girl’s back to balance herself.
After a few minutes of the wooden spatula, Cat’s bottom was glowing and the redness extended to the top half of her thighs. Stella stopped, breathing heavily. Cat let out a loud sigh of relief, letting all the airs out of her lungs, only to hear the disciplinarian’s command: “Now stand up.” The top gripped the punished girl’s wrist and marched her to the corner.
“No rubbing, no fidgeting.” A stern warning followed by two hand slaps, one on each red cheek.
Cat pressed her cute little nose to the wall, her spanked bottom throbbing, begging to be rubbed, but she was obedient and kept her hands crisscrossed in the front.
Stella went back to the kitchen and poured herself half a glass of wine. She carried it out to the balcony, letting the evening breeze caress her face. She was still fuming at Cat for being so stupid and immature that she would jeopardize her own academic career to help her friends cheat on an exam. The naughty girl can be expelled from school for this. Stella shuddered at the possibility.
Stella turned her head around and her gaze fell on the sight of the petite girl in the corner. Cat’s bright yellow new tank top snuggled comfortably to her upper body, her soft brown hair hanging loosely on her shoulders, and from waist down she’s naked. Her bright red bottom was glowing in the light and by the coloring of the spanked area, the disciplinarian could tell it must sting quite a bit. She felt proud of her girlfriend though because Cat was doing her corner time obediently and submissively, no fidgeting, no shuffling, and certainly no rubbing of her spanked bottom.
Slowly, Stella walked over to Cat. “Go lie on the bed, baby.” She instructed her softly yet firmly, putting her hand on Cat’s shoulder, gently moving a few stray hair away from her face. “You are going to feel the belt next.”
This spanking was far from over, the college girl realized with a tremor.
Cat complied immediately. Cupping her hot and sore bottom, she scurried into the bedroom. On her way to the bed, she stopped to look at her punished bottom in the mirror. It was the reddest color she’d seen on her bottom for a long while. Sighing, the college girl threw herself face down on the bed, stuck her red behind up in the air waiting for her dominant girlfriend.
Stella finished her wine and left the glass in the sink before striding determinedly into the bedroom. She saw her girlfriend lying prone in the middle of the bed with her glowing backside up in the air ready for her punishment. The sight almost melted her, almost.
Stella reached under her tank top and unbuckled her belt. With a swift un-ceremonial SWOOSH, she pulled the leather out of the loops of her khaki shorts.
Cat’s body visibly shook at the menacing sound.
“Turn over.” Stella commanded to the prone girl.
“Wh-what?” Cat was utterly confused. “I thought you were going to spank me more.”
“I AM. Now turn over.” SMACK, Cat received a hard hand spank on her red bottom for her question.
Not comprehending the command, Cat nevertheless complied. She rolled over onto her back, looked up at Stella, searching for an explanation.
“I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” Was Stella’s determined and calm answer.
——–To be continued——–