What's up with Barbra and Sarah?

Sarah finished up and went to shower while Shelly was trying to figure out how to minimize bruising. I'm the shower Sarah masturbated. She was wet thinking of the spankings and humiliation. She tried to pretend it was a out Shelly learning her lesson about fooling James and how grateful he would be to Sarah. However, Sarah had a budding little discipline and humiliation kink and always got a bit excited when she was to be spanked. Her father was a true believer in the good of corporal punishment so he never took much notice to the girls' womanly regions, only making sure they learned their lesson and the marks wouldn't be too bad. He knew many in their community used similar methods, so felt it was pretty safe.

Barbra was a different story. She had a real humiliation and discipline kink and knew it. She hid her panties at the bottom of the hamper as she didn't want Chuck to see her wetness. She had strict discipline growing up, but when she went to college, she had to make her own discipline and couldn't manage. Her parents had announced just before she moved into her dormitory she would no longer be subject to corporal punishment at home. They would use financial penalties that would affect their significant contribution to funding her education. Her second year, she met Chuck. He was a senior when she was a sophomore. After worrying all summer about academic probation and attending summer school, she knew Chuck could set her straight. It was a small school and Barbra had a friend who saw Chuck whenever she made a bad grade on quizzes to avoid bad grades on any important tests. Barbra asked Kiki about Chuck and Kiki suggested he was strict but fair and kept her school performance up so she wasn't disowned by her very demanding, very strict family.

Barbra called Chuck to tell him about her recent problems. He said he knew of only way to set her straight. That night she got a hard spanking. Her punishment started with bottomless corner time. Barbra felt a mix of of nervousness and excitement at the humiliation of being sent to the corner and put on display. Chuck was a true believer in the benefits of humiliating discipline. While he thought what he was doing would help Barbra, he could not deny he was excited to see her bottomless in the corner.

"Barbra, come here" Chuck commanded. Barbra felt her heart skip a beat. The moment had come. She bashfully walked over to him on the couch of his apartment living room.

Chuck: "Do you know why you are here?"

Barbra: "Yes sir."

Chuck stared at her with the expectation she would continue. Barbra blushed a little knowing she had already made a mistake in front of her disciplinarian, this senior she had seen around campus and only talked to a few times.

Barbra: "Because my grades are poor. I know I can do better, but I spend my time at parties or socializing instead of studying. I'm embarrassed to be on academic probation and scared of flunking out."

Chuck: "You do need more discipline in your life to remind you to prioritize your grades. You know what kind of discipline I use. What happens to young ladies who don't focus on their studies and get bad grades?"

Barbra blushed. She felt like she was back at home being lectured before a punishment, but this was a young handsome schoolmate.

Barbra: "They are spanked."

Chuck: "That's right. Come over here and put your hands on the couch. I think you need to start out with something a bit more severe than Kiki as she didn't allow herself to fall to academic probation."

Barbra bent at her waist and presented her bottom. She knew better than to be uncooperative when her bare bottom was already on the line. She had too often forgotten this lesson and relearning was painful every time. She tried to keep her legs together. She didn't know how long it would last, but she wanted to keep some privacy. Her hair down there covered her wetness. Anything that was visible was hard to distinguish from her nervous sweat that usually made a guest appearance before she was spanked. She heard the jingle jangle of a belt buckle being undone and then the sound of a belt coming through the loops of slacks. It was really beginning. "Ok Barbra, you need to keep position. I am going to give you 15 hard strokes with the belt. If you get out of position, I will give you two extras for each time. I suggest you wife your stance" Chuck said as his final instructions before the spanking. Barbra widened her legs slightly. She felt cool air on her damp girly parts, then suddenly felt the first stroke. She was silent. On the second she groaned slightly on the third and fourth, she grunted. Chuck took small breaks in between strokes to make sure she felt them before giving the next one.on the fourth she gasped and the fifth brought a yelp and tears started to form. The seventh saw tears come down both cheeks and the eight brought true crying. Barbra was no longer the beautiful socialite. She temporarily transformed into a naughty young lady having her bottom torn up and just wanting it to stop. "I'll take my studies seriously, please, I've learned" Barbra pleaded. As she was was saying 'learned' the next stroke came and brought a squeal. Barbra saw pleading did not help. She squealed on each stroke until the 12th. After the 12th, she tried to cover and rub her bottom. Chuck warned her "what happens if you leave position?" Barbra was sobbing too hard to reply, but put her hands back on the couch. On the 13th stroke, she did the same thing. She felt a sharp smack across her knuckles. She wondered what that was as it certainly wasn't a hand or belt. Her hands shot to the couch but she felt more sharp smacks on her upper rear thighs just below her butt alternating thighs. She screamed from the surprise of these rapid, stingy smacks. "You only have two more with the belt. Stay in position because the next round of extras with the spoon will be harder and longer." Barbra could t believe she didn't see him bring the wooden spoon. She was a wooden spoon veteran, but it still hurts every time. The next belt stroke came. Barbra was sobbing hard, but otherwise did not respond. The last swat came and went as Barbra kept sobbing and worried about dripping her ugly cry snot onto this senior's couch. She did not want to leave souvenirs of this ordeal. Chuck grabbed her shoulder indicating that she should get up. She stood and found herself in a hug that she returned because she needed a hug right now. "Are you going to study harder?" Chuck said softly. Barbra nodded. Chuck informed her "from now on, you are to report all of your grades to me promptly so I can monitor if you need another dose. If you miss a class for any reason, you need to tell me and ask for approval in advance of possible. I expect honesty, so it won't be rewarded, but lack of it will be punished. You have seen the results of this type of arrangement. Do you agree to these terms?". Barbra nodded. Chuck led her to the corner where she was before and gave her some tissues to straighten the most apparent effects of her discipline. Barbra was left in the corner with tears continuing to flow. It seemed like eternity, but she was in the corner for 15 minutes and her tears dried up during that time. Chuck was in and out of the living room in that time, so Barbara didn't dare move. She felt some excitement that had been overshadowed by her burning bottom return. Chuck came back and hugged her and told her she was free to go or join him for lunch. Barbra was too embarrassed to join him for lunch after this upperclassman had just spanked her and saw her crying in the corner when she thought she had outgrown such punishment more than a year ago. But that didn't mean she didn't want to see Chuck again.