Learning

Chapter Two: Getting It Wrong (Steffi & Mandy)

(F/f, reluctant, nc, teen; F/f, M/f, spanking, nc, teen)

"Oh, come on, Steff!" Mandy wheedled her friend, "We won't stay very long! And I don't want to go to the mall alone!" The school day was done, and she had plans.

Steffi was torn between her desire to accompany Mandy to the mall, and her knowledge that she should go straight home from school. "I promised I'd come right home from school, Mandy! I'll get in trouble!"

"But Steffi, you won't get in trouble if you're just a few minutes late, will you?"

"Well... I don't know. Maybe if it's only a few minutes. But no more than that!" Steffi decided that she needed to put her foot down. Mandy was in the same grade as Steffi but was almost a year older, having turned fifteen just before the school year started, and more experienced with life. She was Steffi's best friend, though, and exerted a strong influence on her.

"Good!" Mandy exclaimed cheerfully. "Let's go!"

The mall wasn't far, and it took only a few minutes for the two schoolgirls to walk there. Mandy led the way directly to one of the restrooms and pulled Steffi into the large wheelchair stall, locking the door behind them. There, she broke out a cigarette and lit up. After taking a deep drag she offered the cigarette to Steffi.

"Oh, I can't, Mandy!" Steffi whispered urgently. "My mom found my cigarettes a couple weeks ago, and I really got in trouble! I promised I wouldn't smoke anymore!"

"Pfft! Don't worry, I've got breath mints," Mandy countered, pushing the lit cigarette into her Steffi's hand. "They never smelled your breath before. Your mistake was letting them find your smokes."

Steffi took a couple puffs off the cigarette, but didn't inhale, then hurriedly handed it back to Mandy. "Give me the mints," she urged.

Mandy took a few more quick drags before tossing the half-smoked cigarette into the toilet and pulling a package of mints from her purse. "Keep those. I have more. Eat a lot of them and they won't smell your breath."

As Steffi crunched several wintergreen candies, Mandy unzipped her school uniform skirt. "What are you doing?" Steffi asked, curious.

"Watch this," Mandy answered. She quickly rolled her skirt's waistband down and inside. Her regulation skirt's hem normally came to just above her knees, but when she finished adjusting, the hem was now a good six inches higher. "There!"

"That looks so cute, Mandy!" Steffi exclaimed. "Help me do mine!"

"Okay!" Mandy went to work. Moments later, Steffi's skirt was just as short. "There, come look!" She dragged her friend out of the toilet stall and pushed her in front of the full-length mirror. Steffi whirled and posed, trying to check her new look from all angles. "Pretty sexy, huh?"

"Yeah," Steffi said. "Too bad we can't wear them like this at school!"

"Really. Hey, let's go shopping!"

"Okay," Steffi agreed, having now completely forgotten about getting home on time. "I don't have any money, though."

"Me neither," Mandy said, "but we can still look. I want to check out that new clothing store. C'mon!"

Unlike most of the mall's chain stores, La Petite was an independent shop that carried expensive designer clothing. It was not normally patronized by young school girls, but Mandy and Steffi weren't unusual in their interest. What teenage girl wouldn't want to try on such fancy clothes? The two sales clerks mostly ignored them, knowing they wouldn't be buying. Both girls were having fun oo-ing and ah-ing over the latest fashions from Paris.

Eventually, Mandy held up two outfits and called out to a saleslady, "Hey, can I try these on?"

The saleslady nodded and gestured toward the fitting rooms near the rear of the store, warning, "One person in the fitting room at a time, please." She knew the girls weren't going to buy the costly items and that she would need to straighten them out before putting them back on the racks. Teenage girls never managed to hang the clothes properly.

Unnoticed by both Steffi and the saleslady, Mandy had slipped a silk bra and panty set between the other two outfits, holding all three hangers in one hand. "Wait here, Steff, I'll just be a minute." She disappeared into the fitting room.

Several minutes later, Mandy stepped back out, the outfits sloppily rehung on their hangers. Handing both garments to the saleslady she said, "Sorry, they didn't suit me. Thanks anyway!" She and Steffi headed for the door.

Just as they were stepping out into the mall, both girls were hauled back by hands on their collars. "Just a moment, ladies," a woman's voice behind them said.

As they were spun around, Mandy cried indignantly, "Hey! Let go! What do you think you're doing?" She glared angrily at the fortyish, smartly dressed woman who still had a firm grip on her.

"I would like a word with you. Come with me." Maintaining her grip, the woman led the struggling Mandy and bewildered Steffi to the back of the store, past the fitting rooms and into a small office. She released the girls and locked the door. Pointing to two chairs she said, "Sit down."

The girls sat.

"So tell me," the woman said, perching on the edge of her desk and folding her arms, looking directly at Mandy, "did you intend to pay for that lingerie?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mandy said defiantly.

The woman smiled grimly. "I'm afraid you DO know what I'm talking about, but I'll remind you. The black silk bra and panty that you took into the changing room with you was not among the items you returned to my clerk. Nor was it in the changing room."

"You're full of shit," Mandy laughed.

"I guess I can safely assume that you didn't notice my security cameras."

Mandy looked shocked. "You have cameras in the changing rooms?"

"Of course not. Do you think I want to be sued? The cameras are in the sales area, and I distinctly saw you carry three items into the fitting room. Only two were returned. It's all on tape, if you don't believe me. So you might as well confess. It might save you from more trouble."

"Up yours. I didn't do anything." Mandy remained stubbornly defiant.

The woman sighed. "Stand up."

"No."

"Very well." The store owner grabbed Mandy roughly by the arm, startling both girls, and hauled her to her feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mandy hissed. "You can't treat me like this!"

"I most certainly can. I can also do this!" She quickly reached for the hem of Mandy's shortened skirt and hiked it up. "Tell me, do you always leave your house wearing two pairs of panties?"

Steffi stared in shock. There, plain as day, her friend had a pair of black silk bikini panties pulled on over her regulation white cottons. "Mandy!" She gasped.

"I assume you've hidden the bra in a similar manner. That settles it, then. Mall Security will take over from here," the woman said, satisfied. "They'll call the police, who will then turn you over to your parents."

Changing tactics, Mandy cried. Her practiced, phony tears trickled down her cheeks and she said, "I'll give them back! I'm sorry!"

"Too late for that, honey," the woman said, smiling now. "It's illegal to sell used underwear. That stuff is worthless to me now."

"Then I'll pay for them! I'll come back with the money! I promise!" Mandy was begging now, growing frightened at the prospect of getting arrested. Even more of having her parents find out what she'd done. Behind her, Steffi was still speechless and staring.

"I'm afraid not. What kind of example would that set? You know as well as I do that if I allowed that, you would tell your friends what happened, and then I'd have all sorts of girls in here, taking things and promising to pay me later. No, that won't work. I think a trip to the police station will make the proper impression."

Desperate, Mandy pleaded with her. "Please, don't call the police! I'll do anything you want! Just... not the police."

"Anything, you say?" The woman noted Mandy's defeated nod. "Hmmm... what would be suitable enough to justify leaving the police out of this, but would still convince you to never steal from me again?" She appeared to be thinking, then seemed to come to a decision. "I think a good spanking will do the trick."

"Um, a spanking?" Mandy looked worried, but mentally she was trying to gauge how hard the woman could spank. *It's not like I've never been spanked,* the teenager thought to herself.

"Yes. I think one swat for each dollar you've cost me with your thievery should do it."

"H-how many?" Mandy said, looking nervously at the floor.

"That bra and panty set sells for fifty dollars. Plus tax."

That figure prompted a sharp intake of breath by Steffi, who was staring in disbelief.

"Okay," Mandy said simply, surprising Steffi.

"Well, I'm glad we could come to an agreement. Very well, come bend over the desk." The woman stepped aside to allow Mandy to pass, then watched as the young girl carefully bent herself at the waist and reached across the top to grab the opposite edge of the desk with her fingers. "I see you're familiar with the position."

"Y-yes, ma'am," Mandy said softly.

"That's good. I want you to hold that position until we're finished." The store owner walked behind the desk and opened the top left drawer, taking out a wide wooden ruler. "This should do the trick." She startled both girls by flipping Mandy's skirt up to expose the doubled-up panties, and chuckled at the rolled down waistband of the skirt. "Skirt not short enough for you?" she asked.

"N-no, Ma'am," Mandy said, softly.

"Don't be embarrassed," the woman said, "I did the same thing when I was your age. And hoped I didn't get caught." She considered for a moment, then continued, "You know, I think two layers of panties give you too much protection. I believe a punishment should be felt properly, on a bare bottom." With that, she peeled the two pairs of underwear down just far enough to bare Mandy's bottom, but not expose anything else. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steffi's astonished expression, and was surprised that Mandy didn't object to being bared.

"Let's begin." The woman patted the ruler against Mandy's well-formed bottom to judge the aim, causing the girl's bottom to clench, and then relax. Then her arm went back and came forward quickly. The ruler struck Mandy's bottom with a sharp CRACK, and left a wide, pink stripe squarely across the center of both cheeks. That first blow coaxed not a sound from the teenager.

The ruler was tapped against Mandy's cheeks again, and then the second spank struck just as hard as the first. Still Mandy remained silent. The woman began spanking in earnest, delivering a quick series of spanks that landed all over, reddening Mandy's butt from the tops of her cheeks down to where her panties stopped. Though her bottom wiggled and flinched, Mandy was silent until the twenty-third blow, when she left out a soft grunt. After that, her grunts turned to gasps, then yelps of pain. When the fiftieth spank finally landed, Mandy was crying softly.

Mandy started to rise and tug up her panties, but was stopped by a hand on the small of her back. "Wait a minute," the woman said, "Don't forget about the sales tax!"

Mandy found herself wishing she had paid more attention when her dad had been complaining about the fact that their county had the highest sales tax rate in the state. What was that percentage...?

Five quick hard blows reminded her of the ten percent sales tax.

"All right, the two of you may go." The store owner handed Mandy a tissue to dry her eyes. "I hope you'll return when you're ready to make a purchase. In the meantime..."

"We'll stay away, Ma'am," Mandy promised. She took her speechless friend by the arm, hauling to her feet. "Let's go, Steffi."

The woman watched them, remembering a similar experience she herself had had when she was about their age. It had done her a world of good, and she hoped the had succeeded in passing the favor on to Mandy.

Once out of the store, Steffi said, "I can't believe you let her spank you!"

"Shhh! Somebody will hear you!" Mandy said. "Anyway, I might as well let her. If she called the police, I would just get it at home anyway, and have a criminal record on top of it. So I was just cutting my losses."

"Oh. You still get spanked by your parents?"

"Yeah, don't you?"

"Well, um, I got a spanking for those cigarettes," Steffi said, embarrassed. "But that was the first one in a long time." Just then it occurred to her to look at her watch. She gasped, "Omigod! We've been here for over an hour! I'm way late!" She looked at her friend, panic on her face. "I've got to go! I'm in so much trouble!"

"Okay... I hope you don't get in trouble. Can't you make up a story?"

"No. They'd just check it out themselves, and then I'd be in even more trouble for lying. I gotta go, Mandy!"

"All right. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Bye!"

Steffi ran all the way home. When she arrived, she tried to slip into the house silently, but her mother heard the door closing. She appeared out of the kitchen.

"Young lady, where have you been?" Gail demanded. "You were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

"I... I went to the mall with Mandy, and, um, I lost track of time." Steffi stared at the floor.

"Lost track of time, huh?" Gail said sternly. "Then why don't I teach you how to pay better attention to the time? Come sit on the couch and wait for me." She disappeared into the kitchen.

Resigned, Steffi dropped her book bag and sat down on the couch and waited. Moments later, her mother returned with a wooden spoon.

"Are you gonna spank me, Mom?" Steffi asked, nervously.

"Yes." Gail sat beside her daughter. "Lay across my lap."

"Please, don't spank me! I'm sorry I'm late!" Steffi begged.

"Across my lap, Steffi."

Seeing it was no use, Steffi accepted her fate and draped herself over her mother's thighs. Her mother lifted her skirt to expose her white cotton panties.

"Let this be a lesson to you to pay more attention to the time!" Gail went to work with the wooden spoon, peppering Steffi's little bottom with hard spanks. She was very thorough, covering Steffi's panties with the flat back of the spoon. Steffi kicked and squealed, still unaccustomed to being spanked. Gail thought Steffi's performance was a bit overboard. She spanked her thirty times, and when she was done, Steffi was crying from both the pain and the embarrassment.

Just as Gail was finished with the spanking, her husband came in the front door. "Hello, Jacob," she said, "You're early today."

"Looks like I'm just in time, actually. What did she do now?" Jacob crossed the room and kissed his wife on the lips.

"She was an hour late getting home from school," Gail said. "She went to the mall with her friend instead of coming straight home."

Steffi listened, mortified by the knowledge that Daddy could see her panties. Why didn't Mom put her skirt back down?

"Then she earned a spanking," Jacob said. "And it seems she's earned another one, as well."

Steffi cried out, "What? What did I do?"

"I just spoke with Mrs. Brooks, next door," Jacob answered. "It seems a certain young lady ran past her house a few minutes ago, with a very short skirt that flipped up and exposed her panties with every step she took."

"Steffi!" Gail gasped, shocked.

Steffi groaned at her own stupidity. How could she have forgotten to readjust her skirt?

"How many people do you think saw your panties between the mall and home, Steffi?" Jacob asked his daughter. "How many?"

There had been a lot of traffic as Steffi had jogged down the sidewalk in her hurry to get home. She was mortified to realize that all those drivers had probably seen her underwear. "I don't know," she said almost inaudibly.

"I don't know either," Jacob said, "but we're going to make sure nobody sees them like that again. Stand up."

Steffi nervously stood, rubbing her bottom and thankful that Daddy couldn't see her panties anymore. Her thankfulness turned into dismay when Daddy ordered her to to kneel on the floor and bend over the couch seat, and Mom lifted her skirt and held it up. Then she heard the distinctive sound of Daddy pulling his belt out of it's loops.

"No, Daddy, please don't!" she wailed. "Please! My bottom already hurts so much!"

"It's gonna feel like it's on fire when I'm done, Steffi," Jacob said sternly. "Hold still."

Gail restrained Steffi with one hand, and held the skirt up with the other. Jacob folded his belt in half and began whipping his young daughter. The belt was a blur, flashing through the air and blazing across Steffi's panty-clad butt.

Steffi squealed in pain! This was just as bad as the paddle, but different. The paddle had caused a deep ache in her bottom, but the belt was delivering a flaming sting. Daddy was right - it felt like he'd lit a fire on her bottom! Her screams and pleas were answered only by more strokes of the belt. To Steffi, it seemed to go on forever, but in reality it was only twenty lashes. Even so, she knew she would never be able to sit down again. She was weeping loudly when she was finally allowed to stand. Then daddy made it worse.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Daddy asked. Steffi nodded emphatically. "Good. Now go to your room and don't come down until dinner!"

Steffi turned and started for the stairs.

"One more thing, Steffi." Jacob's words stopped the girl.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"When you come down for dinner, I expect you to be wearing those tight little shorts of yours."

Steffi stared in disbelief before answering, "O-okay." Then she turned and trudged miserably up the stairs, rubbing her bottom all the way. How am I going to get my shorts on, when my bottom hurts so bad?

Steffi: 50 spanks Mandy: 55 spanks