Set in a version of "the real world," Aimee and her roommate want to join the FoxTails Girl's College Spanking Team--a 'club' they've only heard rumors about!
All characters over 18.
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Aimee stood before the door of Professor Parson's office in her t-shirt and shorts. She was about to knock, having gotten the private list of "special" office hours of the faculty sponsor of the Foxtail College Spanking Team. She drew in a deep breath, and when her phone's timer clicked over to 3 PM exactly, she let out the breath slowly, and knocked. It sounded loud in the quiet 4th floor of the Language Arts building.
Nothing--moments passing--then: "Come."
Professor Pearson's voice was clear and even. It had an edge that Aimee Trayer recognized full well as the voice of maternal authority. She gripped the handle, and opened the door. The office inside had a clean scent of air freshener. It was a large affair, tastefully decorated and had a comfortable sofa with a throw-rug over it. The professor, middle aged and trim and dressed in understated wealth, she wore a gray cashmere sweater with faint hints of gold, gleaming from her ears. She was pretty and had bright pale eyes--but her smile was thin and didn't touch the corners of her eyes. She looked Aimee over with a scrutiny that made the girl squirm.
She stood at the door, feeling badly under-dressed. On Professor Pearson's wall, behind her desk, was an 18" hardwood paddle. It had rounded edges and a polished grip that looked fitted for her hand. Aimee swallowed: she was definitely in the right professor's room.
Mrs. Pearson's eyes softened and she waved the freshman in, gesturing for her to close the door behind her.
"You can sit," she said. The slim girl eased into one of the two chairs set before her desk. Mrs. Pearson took a sip of the tea she had by her terminal and then, after a pause, she returned her eyes to the girl's. "I have special office hours right now," she said. "I teach mostly juniors and seniors so I don't think you're in any of my classes. What is it you wanted to see me about?"
She asked it nicely--gently, even--but the reality was that if Aimee was here then they both knew full well what it was about: however she was the elder professor and she was going to make the girl say it.
"I want permission to join the Foxtails--the--the--" her eyes flicked to the paddle, and her face colored, "--the Spanking Team." Her last two words were a whisper. It was well known--very well known--that Foxtail Girl's College and its brother school, Foxtrot University (the boy's school) were part of a large network of schools that engaged in a deep and detailed use of corporal punishments for misbehaving students. While misbehavior was explicitly dealt with through a number of potential intricate punishments, they were almost always carried out in private.
Most freshmen had never seen a spanking--or other punishment--but they all knew quite well that they happened. While the legends of the "Punishment Perches," metal poles with a 1.5" metal beam sticking out that an unlucky girl would straddle, her hands bound to cross beam behind her back so her feet dangled and her entire weight was trapped on the small beam, quickly becoming a terrible, intimate discomfort were true (they were located in the faculty bathrooms in three buildings), Most girls, unless unlucky (and bad) enough to be sentenced to one, would never see them. Even if a student was in the faculty washroom for some reason, and even if they were occupied, the perches worked wonderfully through clothing--and even while pants were usually taken down due to the schools aversion to girls wearing them, all an observer would likely see was an intensely uncomfortable,miserable girl waiting her time out, probably sniffling or even sobbing.
The Spanking Team, however... was something else. It was listed in the Student Disciplinary Handbook as "Intramural Punishment Assignment" and it was commonly said to only be used on the worst of the worst offenders,
Mrs. Pearson, as the team sponsor, knew that wasn't strictly true: a good number of the team's participants--the "--ees" were assigned to it because a faculty member had a particular interest in the student, generally a positive one (not that it would ever seem that way at the time)
Mrs. Pearson, looked the girl over again, noting her pale skin, her young, athletic body--not great musculature--but that could be worked on. The girl was cute--she'd be fetching in a soft puddle of tears! She sat forward.
"What was that, girl?" she asked--careful not to make her voice too sharp. She did want the girl in question embarrassed and uncomfortable--not frightened off! She watched the poor thing squirm and made a mental note of how wet her panties were... at some point.
"I--I--" the girl swallowed hard--now her face was an appealing bright pink. She blinked rapidly. Her hands gripped the chair. Mrs. Pearson mentally cheered her on: you can do it! "I wanted to apply to--to the Foxtails spanking team." she said--her voice was only a bit louder--but it was an improvement.
Mrs. Pearson nodded, as though considering this request.
"What do you know of it?" she asked, as a dubious interviewer.
"I--I--uh--my mother was on it--I think," she said.
"Oh! A legacy!" Mrs. Pearson let a bit of laughter creep into her voice. "Did she tell you that often during your upbringing?"
"I was mostly raised by my aunt since my mom and dad got --uh--assigned overseas to Dubai--" the girl was still blushing--but she was picking up confidence. "I mean, she... said some things--told me... a little. But I wanted to join if... I could." Given the current state of the world for the past two decades, Mrs. Pearson wasn't at all surprised that a family wouldn't want to take three young daughters to Dubai no matter how well the job paid.
Now, Mrs. Pearson's smile did reach her eyes. "I take it you did not get your bottom warmed often growing up?"
"A little--my mother--and father--insisted that my aunt spank my sisters and I," she said, blushing less intensely now. "But--when my mom and dad came back, we did... get it. Some," she said.
Mrs. Pearson considered. "And so, what do you know? Out with it--also introduce yourself."
"Aimee Trayer, ma'am," the girl said, swallowing. "I know it's--the school has a team--the Fox Tails--the, uh, the '--ers' as in spank-ers. And it assigns girls who've broken the rules to be the, uh '--ees'?"
Mrs. Pearson nodded.
"The events have... a... I understand it's pretty, uh, sound?"
"We use the term 'sound' rather than severe--although both would apply," Mrs. Pearson said.
"There's scoring?" She wasn't sure.
Mrs. Pearson nodded. "There is scoring, yes. The '--ers' are generally juniors and seniors although there is a varsity contingent of sophomores. The events are private--limited attendance--but they take place between two schools, sometimes three, where a school's team tries to induce the '--ees' from another school to 'fault,; cover up, yowl, break position, and so on."
"Spanking takes place in generally 4-6 rounds depending on the competition where each '-ee' is assigned an '-er' from another school and it's the spankers job to apply a selected implement a specific number of items, to a specific location--almost always the buttocks and thighs... but other locations are in use in some cases. The judges are VERY strict about how the punishment is dealt out."
"If blows are deemed too harsh or hard, the '-er' may be docked points or even disqualified. The punishment is intended to be quite sound--and very unpleasant--but not beyond that limit. It's also... extremely humiliating. Most '-ees' find the humiliation element the worst."
She smiled at that. It was also one of the cited reasons when a former '-ee' wanted to join the team--a somewhat rare, but certainly not unheard of event.
Aimee nodded, uncomfortably. "I guess that matches what I'd heard, Miss."
