They agree, to your relief

Mr. Hawkfeather shifts his attention from the pair momentarily, silently asking if you are OK with this compromise. Not trusting your words, you give him a nod of thanks. Those two nit-wits might not ruin your new chance at life after all. As long as they agree to go along with the dean's plan that is. The two sisters are looking over the fine print in the handbook, and Grace voices the first complaint you'd expect from a spoiled rich girl like her.

"Does it really have to be on out bare bums?" Grace asks with a pout. You expected Hawkfeather to relent on this point, no administrator would want to deal with the alleged sexual aspects of this punishment, but to your surprise the man has some chutzpah.

"That's what the book says." He informs her without hesitation, and then adds in a reminder to sweeten the deal. "Don't forget, this compromise means that neither Ms. Naylor nor your parents will be involved." The Mathewson sisters continue along the inevitable path, they really don't seem to have any choice if they are this intent at keeping their parents out of it. Mr. Hawkfeather surprises you again, taking the book from Sally's hands as she and Grace debate their options and brings it to the desk where you are sitting.

"It says here that the aggrieved party may administer some or all of the punishment, Mr. Carter." He points to the relevant passage. "Would you be willing to administer the punishment to one of the sisters?"

What the Hell is this man up to? Is this offer an attempt to make you complicit in the arrangement, Hawkfeather doesn't seem that worried about losing his brand new job, but who knows. Was this a test? Did he want to see if you were some sadist who got off on inflicting pain?

You could have just kept these two in your bedroom and spanked their pretty young asses yourself if that was what you were into. For that matter you could have done a whole lot more to these two lovely twits. Surely he knew that! You nod once again. It might be a trick, but someone had to teach these two a lesson, and if he didn't want to do the job, then by God you would. The dean turns back to where the girls have stopped whispering and stares at them sternly.

"Ladies, do we have a deal, or should I call Ms. Naylor?"

"No. We'll do it." Once again Grace speaks for her younger sister, holding her hand as she leads her to the desk. Dean Hawkfeather picks up the paddle and starts the proceedings.

"OK, girls. I need your shorts and underwear down to your knees and then put your elbows on the desk." As they slowly remove their bottoms Hawkfeather gestures with his hand at Grace. "Mr. Carter, will you take the one on the left?" You nod again and flexes your hands, you were going to make sure Grace felt every one of these 12 blows. Hawkfeather must have sensed your intentions because he adds a quiet warning. "Not too hard, Mr. Carter, follow my lead."

"Yes, Sir." You were willing to give him a chance, so far this has worked out far better than you were expecting, just possibly Mr. Hawkfeather might be an administrator who you could actually work with.

"We'll deliver these in groups of four." The dean announces and you have to wonder how many of these paddlings he administered at his old school. "I'll go first." You need not have worried about the spanking being symbolic, with the first of Sally's four she squeals in surprise and he continues methodically with the next three just as hard as the first.

Trying your best to match the degree of punishment that Sally's now reddened ass suffered, you whack Grace with the paddle enjoying her little yelps with each blow. Soon Grace's ass is no longer pale white flesh either, both have cherry red circles on their round cheeks that matches the color of the graffiti in your bedroom. It helps with the anger you felt to see these two spoiled girls crying as they get their punishment.

Hawkfeather's not affected by the girl's tears, if anything his blows are even harder for this second set, and by the third of the flour blows Sally is begging him to stop by the time he hands the paddle back to you. You watch Sally rubbing her ass for a second or two before giving Grace her next set of four, there is something so very satisfying about tanning this nasty young student's backside. It will be a long time before this one disrespects you. In a way, you almost hope she does need more punishment, you wouldn't mind showing this sassy redhead a thing or two about respect after class in your room.

After the forth blow, you hand the paddle back to the dean, but before he can finish Sally's last four, Grace calls out through clenched teeth.

"Wait, I'll take hers." It takes you a moment to realize what she's saying. "I talked her into this, Sir. I'll take her last four." You look at Hawkfeather, curious to see his response to this request.