A College Spanking
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and not based on real events.
Morgan raced along the college corridors. She had come straight from cheerleading practice and was still in her uniform. The rubber soles of her canvas sneakers squeaked on the polished floor as she ran. She had to run because she had to find her foster-sister Joanna quickly and before it was too late. Morgan's heart raced in her chest and adrenaline fuelled her pace. There was one last place to check and she was determined to get there before the oncoming storm.
Morgan burst into the changing room. It took a few seconds for her to spot Joanna amongst the throng of girls, but there she was, getting changed into her maid's uniform she wore for her after college job. Morgan brushed past other changing girls and made her way over to her foster-sister. Joanna looked up and saw Morgan and smiled. Then she dropped the smile when she saw the frantic and anxious look upon Morgan's face.
"Miss Diamante is looking for you!" Morgan said trying to catch her breath.
"Whatever for?" Joanna enquired rather puzzled.
Morgan paused for a moment to catch her breath. "You've been accused of hitting another girl."
"Abigail?" replied Joanna rather startled. "She was bullying me. I never hit her. I just pushed her away!"
As the over protective sister she was, Morgan was having none of that. "Abigail! That bitch."
"Please don't go after her," begged Joanna. "You will only get yourself expelled."
"We have to get you off college grounds. If Miss Diamante catches you, then in all probability you will be the one who is expelled."
Miss Diamante was Head of Discipline. It was her job to punish students when they got out of line. Depending on the infraction, the punishment usually was a detention. But it was not unknown for her to expel girls out of hand. Morgan knew that Miss Diamante hated Joanna and made it her job to make Morgan's foster-sister's life a living hell after she joined the college. The accusation of striking another girl would be enough for the Head of Discipline to give Joanna the red letter marking her for expulsion.
Morgan came from an affluent family and her mother attended the college that she was now a student at. Joanna was an orphan and had been fostered by Morgan's parents when she was young. Joanna was treated like a proper member of the family and got all the same privileges as Morgan. They both took ballet classes and attended drama club together. At college, things deviated a little, as Morgan was picked to be a cheerleader and Joanna, seen as an outsider, was often overlooked for such clubs and activities. This led Joanna taking an after college job at a hotel as a maid.
Ever since she had joined Morgan at the college, Joanna was bullied and harassed by the other girls. Being an orphan fostered into a middleclass family didn't get you any further than the working class girls who won scholarships to the college. In fact, Joanna was treated worse. It was true that Morgan's father paid for her tuition and her uniform, but Joanna would never truly be accepted by the other girls. She would always be the outsider.
Joanna's confrontations with her tormentors found herself at odds with Miss Diamante. Often the girls who bullied her would make up lies about Joanna, placing the blame on Morgan's poor foster-sister. Miss Diamante was rather biased and often took the side of the other girls, punishing Joanna instead. She was in and out of the detention hall for various trumped up infractions and only last week she was given her final warning. The next time Joanna would be disciplined she would be expelled.
Morgan grabbed her foster-sister by the wrist and pulled her out of the changing room. There was a sense of urgency on her mind and she had to get Joanna off the college campus before Miss Diamante found her. Then Morgan could speak to her parents and they could straighten this mess out. Morgan's mother was on the board of governors at the college and she also ran a number of societies. She had a lot of clout and could potentially overrule any decisions made my Miss Diamante.
The two girls rounded the corner and were not far from one of the exits when Morgan spotted Abigail. In an instant, she pushed Joanna into a doorway and then stuck her head out to see what the troublemaker was doing. From her advantage point, Morgan could see Abigail's bruised cheek. Being a member of the drama club, Morgan became suspicious of the bruise. It looked too much like makeup than a real bruise. Abigail's friend Sophie was excellent at makeup and her talents could even fool the likes of Miss Diamante.
"Shit!" Morgan hissed under her breath.
"What is it?" Joanna asked eager to stick her head from out of the doorway.
"It's Abigail. Stay back and stay quiet."
Morgan watched for a little while longer and breathed a huge sigh of relief as Abigail and her gang of friends made their way towards the exit. She waited until the gabble of girls was out of sight before she signalled to her foster-sister that it was safe to move. When she was satisfied that the coast was clear, Morgan gently took Joanna's wrist and led her away and towards the exit of the building. Then Morgan stopped in horror and she swore very loudly.
Preceded by the clatter of high heels on the hard floor, Miss Diamante had walked through the door the girls were heading for and into the corridor. She was a tall woman, in her fifties, with striking red hair. She wore a matching pinstripe skirt and blazer and her green eyes peered over the top of the frames of her glasses. In her hand was a red book - her discipline book. In that book she wrote down the names of those girls who had broken the rules and listed their punishments.
"Miss Joanna." Miss Diamante's voice carried down the empty corridor with relative ease. "I've been looking for you. You will follow me to my office at once. We have a long overdue meeting together."
"I'm coming too," Morgan said with a tremor in her voice.
"If you insist," Miss Diamante said with a grin. "But there's very little you can do other than watch as I expel your brat of a foster-sister."
Morgan clenched her fists. The anger was already swelling up inside her. However, there was little she could do. Joanna's fate was now in the hands of Miss Diamante.
The girls followed Miss Diamante in absolute silence. The only sounds were the clatter of heels and shuffling of feet on the hard, tiled floor. They then went through a door and into the faculty wing of the college. Students where never permitted to enter here without strict permission of a tutor or another member of the faculty. However, no one would challenge two students being accompanied by Miss Diamante. Many of her colleagues feared the Head of Discipline and often gave her a wide berth.
Finally, the girls reached Miss Diamante's office and she opened the door and ushered them in. The inside of the room was decorated rather sparsely and the only furniture was a large desk with a high-back chair behind it. Upon the desk were a laptop, which was open, and a small lamp. Behind the desk upon the wall was a framed poster of the college coat of arms. Miss Diamante moved around behind the desk, took off her blazer and draped it over the back of her chair. Then she sat down in front of the two girls.
The Head of Discipline sat behind the desk in utter silence and she didn't even look at either Morgan or Joanna. She opened her red discipline book, took up a pen and started writing something down on the open blank page. The scratching of her pen was the only sound to break the silence. When she was done, she placed the pen down and looked up. Then she cut a wicked smile and rose from out of her chair.
"Miss Joanna," she began. "This is the end of the road for you. An unprovoked attack on another girl spells your expulsion."
"No! Please!" Joanna cried. "I didn't do anything."
"Too late," said Miss Diamante. "Your foster parents will get the red letter through the post."
"But I'm innocent!" Joanna exclaimed.
"A likely story," Miss Diamante said brushing aside Joanna's plea of innocence. "You're guilty. I've seen the bruise on Abigail's face."
"It's fake," interjected Morgan. "I can tell."
Miss Diamante's head quickly spun to face the other girl. "You stay out of this, Morgan. Otherwise your name will go into my discipline book!"
Morgan gulped and took a step back. She'd never witnessed the wrath of Miss Diamante first hand.
"I'll do anything to make it up. Please give me another chance!" Joanna pleaded.
"Anything?" Miss Diamante said turning her attention back to Joanna.
Joanna nodded.
Miss Diamante paused for a moment as if she was in deep thought. Then she opened the desk draw beside her and removed a leather strap. She placed it upon the table in front of the girls. Both Morgan and Joanna looked at one another.
"In the days of old, we had corporal punishment," Miss Diamante began. "Girls would be spanked for their transgressions and not sent to the detention hall. My mother was Head of Discipline here before me and she would often reminisce about dishing out spankings to wayward girls. One such punishment would be enough to deter the most rebellious of young ladies. I've always wanted to spank a student and now an opportunity presents itself to me. Alright, I have an alternative for you Joanna and that's a spanking. You let me spank you with this leather strap and I will tear up your red letter. In fact, I will go as far to say I will discipline Abigail instead for lying to me. Do we have a deal?"
Joanna looked at Morgan. The look of terror was evident upon her face. "I'll do it," Joanna said after a moment. The words came trembling out of her mouth. "As long as you promise not to expel me?"
"Then we have a deal," said Miss Diamante with a smile.
"No!" Morgan cried. "You can't do this. It's immoral."
"Oh I can," Miss Diamante replied with an even bigger smile. "Your foster-sister has given me her verbal consent in front of a witness. That witness being you, Morgan."
"Then spare Joanna and spank me instead," Morgan pleaded.
Miss Diamante looked at Morgan through her glasses. "You would take her place?"
"Yes, so long as you promise not to spank Joanna."
"Morgan!" exclaimed Joanna.
Morgan shushed her foster-sister. "Do we have a deal?"
"I think we do, Morgan. Alright, I promise not to spank Joanna as long as I can spank you."
"What do I need to do?" asked Morgan.
Miss Diamante walked around the desk to the same side as the two girls. As she did she picked up the leather strap. "You simply bend over the desk and place your hands palm down on the top. I then get your foster-sister to go to the other side of the desk and grasp your wrists. That will keep you in place whilst I administer the spanking. You will get six strokes of the leather strap across your bear bottom cheeks. That's it."
Morgan nodded and assumed the required position over the desk. "Get it over with, please."
"You know, in all my years, I've never disciplined a cheerleader," Miss Diamante said as she pulled up Morgan's skirt to reveal the girl's underwear. Then she pulled down the panties to expose Morgan's naked cheeks. "Joanna, take hold of your foster-sister's wrists."
Morgan felt the cold leather strap touch her naked bottom. She was brave and she could take the punishment for her foster-sister. Six strokes and it would be all over and Joanna would be able to stay at the college. She looked up to see Joanna on the other side of the desk. Her foster-sister grasped firmly at Morgan's wrists. The look of fear was upon Joanna's face.
"After each stroke, you will count and say thank you Miss Diamante," said the Head of Discipline. "Do you understand, Morgan?"
Morgan nodded in reply. She was desperately trying to hold back the tears for Joanna's sake.
Without another word, Miss Diamante brought the leather strap down hard upon Morgan's exposed bottom. The girl jerked forward and gave out a cry of pain. The blow was much harder than Morgan was expecting and the reality of the spanking began to set in.
"What do you say, Morgan?" Miss Diamante reminded the girl.
"One," Morgan managed to blurt out. "Thank you, Miss Diamante."
