A paddling and another test for Skylark

In the afterglow of your orgasm, you put your blonde guest on her knees and have your grad-student bend over right in front of her face. Bethany strips naked, neatly folds her clothes and stands on tiptoes, before bending double, so that her boobs touch her knees. She lays her hands limply on the floor, apologizes for failing to complete her assigned task (without mentioning what that task was) and asks to be punished. Throughout the whole process, you pay absolutely no attention to the girl who just pleasured you. If she's learned her place, she'll do nothing but wait passively for your next instruction, but if she still exhibits curiosity, she'll find that her own discipline can resume very quickly indeed.

You select a heavy hardwood paddle from your collection, varnished and with numerous rounded holes bored through its thick, chestnut brown blade. When you whack it into the brunette's cheeks, the flow of air is enough to send Skylark's pale tresses fluttering and as you suspected, the teenager is unable to resist the urge to glance at the two darkening ovals mere inches in front of her eyes. Bethany grunts in pain and thanks you clearly, ready for the next blow.

Five more swats land with considerable ****, but apart from more grunts and the first few tears, there's no marked reaction and certainly not anything like the fuss Skylark exhibited under significantly lesser chastisement. On the seventh, delivered at a slightly upward angle to target the underside of Bethany's rump, the blonde gasps and moves her head slightly; exactly what you've been anticipating.

"I hope you have a good reason for interrupting me," you glower at the terrified teen, who begins to blather incoherently.

"No?" You continue after giving her a moment to incriminate herself further. "Then perhaps you'd like to join Bethany and experience what she's feeling first hand." From your tone, it's obvious that your words are an instruction, rather than a suggestion. With a sob, Skylark gets up and tries to copy the older girl's position.

"Please may I get what Bethany's getting, Sir," she whimpers.

After a few moments helping her into the correct posture, you prepare to continue.

"Since you have some catching up to do, I'll give you two for every one Bethany gets, until you're even," you say, immediately suiting your actions to your words. The schoolgirl's bottom is already severely battered from earlier punishments and it's no surprise that she can't cope nearly as well as her companion, bawling and shuddering from the start.

"Pull yourself together, girl," you admonish. "See how Bethany behaves under the paddle and try to be more like her." Of course, the shapely grad-student has had years to build up her self-control, but you don't draw attention to this.

The spanking continues, one young lady sobbing and howling, the other calm and accepting (despite weeping profusely), but both suffering terribly. Ten swats on the relatively small area of the buttocks is quite an intense punishment; you decide to give twenty, turning Bethany's backside as black with bruising as the younger girl's, although considerably less welted. By the time you've finished, even the charming brunette is sounding a bit shaky, whilst the blonde beauty is a complete mess. You tell them both they can rise and they comply, with differing levels of elegance and stiffness.

After receiving heartfelt thanks for your disciplinary efforts, you accept financial tips and tell Bethany she can get dressed. Skylark quails under your gaze, fearing the worst, but her parents are going to be collecting her soon, so this is your last chance to help prepare her for university life next year.