Bonnie accused!

"Confess," ordered Ruby Chow, the stern math teacher, high cheekbones, dark hair tied back in a bun. "You're a spy, aren't you! Admit it!"

"I'm not a spy... ow! How are you allowed to do this?" Bonnie's jeans were around her ankles, exposing her yellow panties as she bent over the desk. The ruler whistled through the air, thwacking against her plump, peachy buttocks and making her yelp in pain.

"Let me just check," said Ruby, and slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound of Venus. "Yes, feels pretty wet to me. Why would you be wet if you weren't the spy?"

"Because of the spanking!"

"Nonsense. A spanking is a punishment. Why would a punishment make a girl wet? I mean, she'd have to be a really, really naughty girl."

"I guess you're right," admitted Bonnie, wriggling uncomfortably as pink lines were drawn across her bottom. Vicky, standing nearby in the empty math classroom, smirked.

"I guess we have two little spies," she said. "Two dirty, filthy little Greenvalley spies."

"Right," muttered Ruby, remembering the debate night. She took hold of Bonnie's panties, yanked them down around her knees and gave her bottom another five or ten firm whacks with the ruler, making her writhe and twist in shame. "And you know what we do to spies."

"What do we do to spies?" said Hank, the football player, popping his head in through the door. Bonnie squawked and tried to rise, hands fumbling to get her gingham shirt down over her bare bottom, but Vicky pushed her back down. "Hi, Bonnie. I see you're a spy as well."

"I'm not! It's totally Vicky!"

"We spank them," Ruby said, handing him the ruler. "You look nice and strong. Would you care to have a go?"

"Would I ever!"