Caught Cheating
I went to a small private college in Colorado. I’d always been a good student, but good grades came at the price of my social life. I’d never dated anyone until senior year.
I was assigned, through peer tutoring, to help Kerri get through college algebra. Studying turned into dates, which turned into a relationship. We were getting along so well that I thought of her as my girlfriend.
The Friday before finals, Kerri planned a ski weekend in Aspen. She confirmed my boyfriend status by asking me along. I protested a little, reminding her that I had a final on Monday morning, but gave in quickly when Kerri kissed me and told me how much she wanted to spend time with me. So instead of studying for my organic chemistry final, I piled in the car with her and left town.
It was a wonderful weekend of skiing, drinking, and a lot of alone time with Kerri. I knew I should have been studying, but Kerri looked so hot in her ski outfit, not to mention her skimpy bikini she wore in the hot tub, that I didn’t care. The weekend slipped away and soon it was Sunday night.
Being a good student I thought I could bluff my way through the organic final. I’d been to every class. I paid attention. But the test was a lot harder than I thought. As the questions got harder, I panicked, and began to look for a way out of this mess. Luckily, I was sitting behind the best student in the class. I found myself looking over her shoulder for the answers. I thought I was getting away with it until I felt my test being pulled off my desk.
I was caught. I couldn’t believe I’d sunk to cheating on a final. But that moment of poor judgment led me to the office of the Dean. She was known around campus as Miss Monica.
The walk to her office was pure torture. The penalty for cheating was expulsion. It would ruin my college career, and for what? A weekend with a hot girl. That seemed so unimportant right now. I felt like a loser.
I entered the office and was greeted by Miss Monica’s receptionist Pam. Pam was a graduate student working towards her masters. She was only a year or two older than I was, striking and smart. I handed her the note from the professor and she told me to wait. My head and my stomach were in knots. I had made it through my entire school career without ever being in trouble. My first time was the semester before I was to graduate. If I got kicked out, it would be all that work for nothing.
The door opened and Pam told me Miss Monica was waiting. I entered the office and Miss Monica told me to take a seat. Miss Monica pulled the expulsion forms out of the file and told me this was inexcusable. She told me that she was very disappointed in my behavior. She expected more of me. “John, you’re going to be expelled. It is a shame you won’t graduate with your class.”
I the pressure was too much. I started begging. I pleaded with Miss Monica for any other form of punishment besides being expelled. I tried every angle, but she wasn’t interested in anything but expelling me. Miss Monica lectured me on how cheating never pays and that there are consequences to my actions. Over and over I told her I would do anything to make this right and make up the test. ANYTHING.
Miss Monica thought about it and then told me there might be a way. But it was extreme, she warned. I said I would do anything. Miss Monica came around the desk and told me to stand up. She took my face in her hand and cast a stern look into my eyes. “When I was a principal at the local high school I used to paddle NAUGHTY BOYS for this kind of offense. I didn’t think college boys would need that kind of discipline.”
I took a big GULP and told her I would be willing to submit to anything she had in mind.
Miss Monica told me that if I wanted to graduate and have a shot at retaking the test she had an option to offer. My heart jumped a little. Miss Monica said I would have to submit to a paddling of twenty swats with her school paddle. The thought of bending over her desk and being paddled scared me, but the thought of being expelled was even scarier. I told her I would take the paddling.
Miss Monica informed me I hadn’t heard the whole offer. . Miss Monica told me the paddling would be with my PANTS AND UNDERPANTS down. I’d get it on my bare bottom. After the twenty swats, I would have to submit to a hard hand spanking over her knee. The kicker that almost made me refuse – Pam, the graduate secretary, would witness the whole thing.
My head spun. I was faced with expulsion or being paddled with my pants and underpants down. All with Pam watching. I trembled as I told Miss Monica I agreed to her punishment. Miss Monica called for Pam and explained the situation as if I wasn’t even there. I caught a gleam in Pam’s eye when Miss Monica said I would be paddled bare bottom. Miss Monica presented a consent form, which we all three signed. My fate was sealed.
Miss Monica went to her desk and pulled out a big, thick wooden paddle. She then asked Pam if she would BARE MY BOTTOM. Pam walked up behind me and turned me around to face her. I know my face had to be beet red when I felt Pam’s hand unbuckling my belt. Next she unbuttoned my slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. I felt Pam’s fingers in the waistband of my slacks and they dropped to the floor. I was trying to put my hands in front of me, but Pam slapped them away. Miss Monica told me to keep my hands out of the way. Pam ran her hand over the front of my underpants and commented that I seemed to be excited about being paddled. Miss Monica said a lot of naughty boys are excited until her paddle cures them. The next thing I knew Pam ripped my underpants down and I was standing there with no way to hide my erection.
Pam to push me over the desk like she’d done this before and took a seat to witness my punishment. Miss Monica slapped the paddle lightly on the inside of my thighs to make me spread my legs. There I was, my pants and underpants at my ankles, bent over a desk, with my legs spread showing everything to Miss Monica and Pam.
Miss Monica rubbed the paddle across my bare bottom and told me to count each swat then thank her for it. The paddle lifted off of my bottom, I heard the whistle, and then CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
“ONE, THANK YOU!”
CRACK
“TWWO, THANK YOU!”
CRACK
“THREEEE, THANK YOU!”
The paddling went on. At stroke number five I jumped up and grabbed my throbbing bottom. Miss Monica caught me and pushed me back over the desk. She told me that if I moved again she would start over. Stroke ten made my knees week. Miss Monica assured me that we were half way there. The next five swats made me tremble. Miss Monica could really swing a paddle.
Miss Monica announced that the final five swats would be the hardest she’d ever given anyone. She directed Pam to come around the desk and hold me down. Pam grabbed my shoulders and pushed down with all her weight
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“SIXTEEN, THANK YOU!” My voice trembled from the fire in my butt. Miss Monica told me not to worry about counting but to worry about staying in position so she wouldn’t have to start over. The last four swats took everything I had and a lot of energy from Pam for me to stay in place. The last swat was an uppercut that drove me forward. Miss Monica told Pam to come around and look at my bottom to see if she thought I needed more. Pam to my horror said I should get another 10 swats.
Miss Monica handed Pam the paddle and said she should administer them. Pam agreed and rubbed the paddle against my scorched ass. She delivered the last ten quickly without any rest time in between. I was in HELL. Finally, the paddling was over.
Miss Monica helped me up from the desk and told me I still had a hard hand spanking coming to me. She sat down in her chair and yanked me over her lap. She guided my cock between her legs. Her hand teased my scorched ass. Behind me, Pam commented on how red and bruised my ass was. Miss Monica raised her hand and brought it down hard on my left cheek followed by the right cheek. I bucked up and down over her lap. The spanking seemed to go on forever, but in reality, it was only three or four minutes. When it was over, Miss Monica pushed me off her lap and escorted me to the corner. Then both women left the office.
Pam returned twenty minutes later and set a make-up test on the desk. She told me that I could re-take the test right now while my pants and underpants were still at my ankles. If I didn’t get at least a C, I would be spanked again. Luckily, I got a 72%, just by the skin of my HOT RED ASS.
The story may be fiction, but the paddling was real.
