Learning

Chapter Three: Cutting Class (Steffi & Mandy)

(M/ff, spanking, nc, reluctant, teen, high school)

"Let's blow off gym class," Mandy suggested to her friend Steffi. "I've got a new magazine to show you!"

"We'll get in trouble!" Steffi said.

"You're always saying that, Steff!"

"That's because we always do!"

"There're pictures of Heath Ledger in this magazine..." said Mandy, setting out the bait.

"Heath Ledger! Really?" Steffi's interest was piqued.

"And I won't show you unless you cut class with me!"

"You're mean! You know I want to see the pictures!"

"Come on - we'll hide in the woods behind the gym. Nobody will catch us!" Mandy turned and led the way. Steffi followed.

"He is so hot!" Steffi was gushing over the photos of her favorite actor.

The two young girls had found a secluded bench not far from the gym and were eagerly flipping through the pages of Mandy's teen magazine. There were several pictures of Heath Ledger, and Steffi was trying to memorize every one of them because her parents wouldn't let her buy these magazines.

"I wish I could meet him," Steffi said. "I'd do anything for him!"

"That 'anything' includes cutting class, I see."

Both girls whirled around at the sound of the gruff male voice behind

them. Both were greatly dismayed to find their gym teacher standing there.

"Mr. Phillips!" Both girls cried out.

"I'll take that magazine," said the teacher, extending his hand. "You know they're not permitted on school grounds." Mandy reluctantly handed over the magazine. "Thank you. Now if you will both follow me..." He turned and led the way back to the gymnasium.

The nervous girls were led into Mr. Phillips' office. "You will wait here. I'll deal with you after class. Don't touch anything." The teacher left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alone in the office, the girls were quiet for a few minutes. Then Steffi said, "What do you think he'll do?"

"Spank us, probably."

"Spank us!! That's not allowed!" Steffi cried.

"Sure it is," Mandy said, looking at her friend, surprised. "Didn't you know?"

"Um, no..." Steffi had just started attending the school as a freshman a month earlier. She had been quickly befriended by Mandy, who was a year older and was repeating the ninth grade because of poor grades and behavior the previous year. Steffi hadn't heard of anyone she knew getting a spanking at school.

"This school allows it. It's a private school, so they can get away with it as long as your parents signed the consent form when they enrolled you. I've never heard of a parent not signing the form." Mandy didn't look especially worried.

"Shit!" Steffi's eyes were wide, wondering why her parents hadn't told her about that. "Um, how do they spank?"

"Well," said Mandy, "Usually it's the strap, but sometimes they use a paddle. It's kinda up to each teacher. Whatever they prefer. I've heard that the Principal uses a cane." She shrugged.

Steffi suddenly had a thought. "Omigod! Will he make me lift my skirt?"

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Well duh! You wouldn't feel it if you got spanked on your skirt! It's too thick!"

"Oh." Embarrassed, both by the thought of her teacher seeing her panties and by the idea that her older friend might think she was a wimp, Steffi didn't say anything else. The two girls remained quiet as they waited for Mr. Phillips to return at the end of class. The twenty minutes seemed to last forever.

The bell rang and Mr. Phillips came into the office a few minutes later. He glanced at the girls and then sat behind his desk and began to fill out some forms. "Well, girls, I'm sure you realize that you've both earned spankings today." He looked up at them and Mandy nodded, but Steffi just stared at the floor. "And of course, your parents will have to be informed."

Steffi's head shot up, and she started to speak, but Mandy interrupted. "Oh please, Mr. Phillips," Mandy said in her most pitiful voice, "don't tell our parents!" Having been at the school the previous year, Mandy knew that a male teacher was supposed to have a female faculty member present when spanking girls, but she also knew that enforcement of the rule was somewhat lax. She decided to take advantage of that, and play Mr. Phillips to her own benefit.

"Mandy, you know the rules about spankings. Your parents must be informed," Mr. Phillips said, evenly. "I realize that means that you'll probably get another spanking when you get home, but I'm afraid rules are rules."

Deciding that she could push, Mandy fidgeted with her blouse. Looking her teacher directly in the eye, she accidentally unbuttoned the top button, allowing him a glimpse of her bra. "Please, can't we make a deal? We'll work extra hard in your class if you don't tell our parents!" Mandy kept her eyes locked with Mr. Phillips' while she inadvertently brushed the hem of her skirt up, revealing a good amount of thigh.

Ogling the unexpected display of girlflesh, Mr. Phillips said, carefully, "I suppose that, since this is a first offense for both of you this year, I could be persuaded to overlook the paperwork this one time." The gym teacher looked carefully at both girls - one fourteen and the other fifteen - and weighed his own risk. "In exchange, you'll each receive ten extra swats with the paddle. And you'll strip to your underwear."

Steffi's head shot up. "What? No way!"

Mandy slugged her in the shoulder and said, "Shut up, Steff! Just do it!"

"But..."

Exasperated, Mandy said to the teacher, "Can I talk to her privately for a minute?"

"Very well. One minute." Mr. Phillips stepped out of the office and closed the door.

Mandy started on Steffi. "Didn't you tell me your dad gives really hard spankings?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"When I get in trouble at school, my parents give it to me even worse at home!" Mandy hissed. "I don't feel like getting spanked twice. What's the big deal of stripping to your bra and panties?"

"He'll see me in my underwear!" Steffi knew it sounded lame as soon as she said it.

Mandy rolled her eyes and said, "Look, Steff, that bikini you were wearing this summer at the beach showed a lot more skin than your underwear does, and plenty of men saw you in that!" Hurriedly she added, "Look, just do this, and I'll make it up to you, okay? Please?"

"O-okay."

Mr. Phillips came back into the office. "Well, girls, what will it be?"

"We'll do it," said Mandy. "C'mon, Steff!"

Both girls stood up, and Mandy began to strip immediately. Blushing deep red, Steffi followed suit. In a moment the two teenage girls were standing before the teacher in only their bras and panties. Steffi was extremely embarrassed! No man had ever seen her like this before. Even her dad had only seen the back of her panties! She unconsciously moved her hands to cover herself.

"Put your hands on top of your heads, girls." The command was firm and left no room for argument.

With their hands on their heads, both girls were exposed. Mr. Phillips took several minutes to study their almost-naked bodies, walking slowly around them and taking in the pleasing sight of their firm flesh. He saw that Mandy, the older of the two, had more obvious curves, and filled her bra a bit better than Steffi. Still, he thought, the younger girl had a distinct and pleasing air of innocence to her, which the older girl lacked. He strongly suspected that Mandy was the instigator, and Steffi had merely been tagging along, influenced by her older friend. Well, a good spanking might persuade Steffi to resist her friend's persuasion in the future. Both girls were very pretty. While he was behind them and out of their sight, he took the opportunity to adjust the growing bulge in his slacks, to make it less obvious.

"All right, girls, for cutting out of class, you've each earned twenty swats. You'll be first, Steffi." Mr. Phillips placed a chair in front of his desk. "Bend over the back of the chair and place your hands on the seat. And I suggest that you keep them there. If you reach back, I'll start over again."

Steffi obediently bent over as instructed. As soon as she did, she felt her skimpy panties riding up between her buttocks. She automatically reached back to adjust them.

"Hands on the chair!" Mr. Phillips barked.

Humiliated, knowing that a part of her bottom was exposed, Steffi returned her hands to the seat of the chair and waited tensely.

The teacher retrieved a paddle from a desk drawer and stepped behind the trembling fourteen year old. "Stay in position, Steffi, and we'll get this over with quickly. With that, Mr. Phillips hauled back his arm and slammed the paddle across the center of Steffi's butt. Steffi cried out in pain and started to stand, but quickly forced herself back down. Again the paddle smacked her, and again, and again.

Tears poured from Steffi's eyes, and it took all of her self-control to remain in position. Then came the eleventh blow, harder than the previous ten. Her control wavered. On the twelfth spank she stood straight up and grabbed her bottom, rubbing furiously. Tears were streaming down her face.

Mr. Phillips sighed. "Get back down, Steffi. We'll begin again."

Miserably, Steffi bent over once more. This time, she grabbed the sides of the chair seat, hoping that would help her to remain in position. She waited.

The spanking began again, though mercifully not as hard as before. With difficulty Steffi managed to remain bent until it was over. After the twentieth spank she started to stand. She was stopped by her teacher's hand on her back.

The teacher said, "You still have the ten extra that you agreed to."

Resigned, Steffi slumped back over the chair. Then she heard Mandy say, "Wait, Mr. Phillips. I'll take her extras. I'm the one who got her in trouble, after all."

Mr. Phillips thought for a moment, silently considering the fact that Mandy had a plumper, more attractive bottom than Steffi. "Very well. You may stand, Steffi. Go back to your place, hands on your head."

Released, Steffi quickly moved to stand beside Mandy and put her hands on her head as instructed. She didn't dare rub her burning bottom, as much as she wanted to.

Mandy stepped forward and bent over the back of the chair. When the spanking didn't start immediately she knew that the teacher was checking out her butt. Her panties were even skimpier than Steffi's, and she could feel the way they rode up and left a lot of her bottom exposed. That was fine with her. If Mr. Phillips liked what he saw, then Mandy knew she would be able to play him to her own advantage in the future. Forty spanks was a small price to pay for that!

WHAM! The paddle crashed into Mandy's quivering bottom, and she gasped in pain. Mr. Phillips spanked hard, but not as hard as her father. She wasn't worried about her ability to endure this.

WHACK! WHAP! POW!

Mr. Phillips administered the spanking at a steady pace, waiting a few seconds after each spank to allow Mandy to relax in preparation for the next. He admired her self-control in holding herself in position. He also admired the way her bottom jiggled with each blow of the paddle, and the way it rapidly turned redder and redder.

Finally, the spanking was over. "All right, girls, I hope you've learned your lesson. I expect both of you to show up for class every day from now on."

"Yes, Sir," both girls mumbled.

"You may get dressed now. Don't be late for your next class!"

Steffi and Mandy hurriedly dressed and exited Mr. Phillips' office in time to join the throng of girls emerging from the locker room. Both of their bottoms were smarting, and neither looked forward to having to sit through their next class. But they were relieved that their parents would never find out that they'd gotten into trouble at school. Neither girl wanted another spanking!

They were safe for today.

Steffi: 32 spanks