Spankings

Mr. Simmons looked up from Chelsea and addressed the line of barefoot young women. The naked and handcuffed Chelsea didn’t know what was happening as she remained bent over the desk.

“1 gets eight, 2 through 5 get six, 6 through 10 get four, 11 through 15 get two, and 16 through 18 get one. Proceed.”

Chelsea didn’t understand what any of that meant as she continued to feel “19” and “20” push her tits down into the desk. Chelsea tried to think of what to even say as “1” approached her. She caressed Chelsea’s bottom and Chelsea gasped at the familiar way she was being touched and looked up to her side to see “1” staring down with anger in her eyes. The sound of something moving fast through air rang out as an incredibly hard smack hit both her cheeks. She screamed in pain as she realized what all those numbers meant and tried to do math ,which she was horrible at, in her head. That didn’t last long as the second spank came down and she kicked her feet in pain but that created more pain in her shoulders so she returned her feet to the ground.

“Stop hitting me!” Chelsea screamed.

“1, why don’t you start from scratch.” Said Mr. Simmons.

“Thank you, Mr. Simmons!” She answered with glee.

A fresh spank came down as Chelsea tried to tell herself she wouldn’t cry. Another smack came down just as hard and Chelsea felt tears welling. Another came down and her ass was already on fire.

“I’m sorry! Please stop!” Chelsea didn’t use manners but she needed this to end before dozens of more spankings occurred.

“1, start over.” Said Mr. Simmons again.

Chelsea mewled and then held her mouth shut.

“1” repeated “Thank you, Mr. Simmons.”

She started over again first rubbing Chelsea’s stung bottom and Chelsea actually wished she could ask her to continue doing that but she was learning she wasn’t allowed to speak. Another spank rang out as Chelsea was now feeling the tears run down her cheeks. One continued with seven more spanks rough and fast and Chelsea was already bawling as “19” and “20” held her with her breasts pressed down against the desk.

“1” stepped back to her seat clasped her hands together and sat down smiling.

“2” approached and Chelsea imagined her ass was already starting to bruise. She just continued crying not asking for mercy or speaking in anyway as she didn’t want to start over again. “2” got creative as she did three quick hard spanks to Chelsea’s left cheek and then switched sides to give Chelsea three quick hard spanks to her right cheek. They jiggled with each blow and each time Chelsea kicked her feet but they got weaker each time as she was spread uncomfortably wide. Feeling air on her pussy and asshole reminded her of the view she was giving anyone behind her and she sobbed deeper. Worse yet the tickling of the air on her pussy was causing her lips to part as she worried on top of everything that they would think this was turning her on. She sat down the same as “1” next to her, barefoot, hands clasped, and smiling.

“3” came up and grabbed a handful of bruised cheek making an even more obscene view of her pussy and asshole as Chelsea tensed up in pain. She then alternated cheek to cheek as Chelsea couldn’t even kick anymore. She just sobbed and let it happen as the lightning fast smacks let her know that all these girls were well practiced in this. When she was done she sat down the same as the other girls.

“4” approached and she dug her nails into Chelsea’s right cheek and Chelsea bit her lip to avoid screaming. She took a slower approach to and let Chelsea’s cheeks jiggle in between each smack and Chelsea was convinced she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after this and there were still 14 more girls left.

“5” approached as “4” sat down the same as the other girls and Chelsea couldn’t look up at her. She just wanted to run away in her head but eventually the sound of hand through air rung out as both cheeks were hit dead center and then kept going until she was done. Chelsea still felt the room’s cold air on her pussy and felt wetness drip down her leg.

“6” approached and gave a quick spank in the center. Her hand came up with wetness on it.

“We got a dripper!” Shouted “6” and Chelsea was further humiliated as the class all laughed at her.

“6, do we need a uniform demotion?” Asked Mr. Simmons.

She obediently dropped her head.

“Sorry, Mr. Simmons.” She said sounding actually sorry.

“Please, continue. When this is over you are now 8, 7 and 8 you have each been promoted one spot”

All three girls responded “Thank you, Mr. Simmons.”

The former “6” continued with 3 more spanks that were even harder and she was clearly taking her demotion out on Chelsea. Chelsea just grunted trying to accept there was nothing that can be done.

As the new “6” approached Chelsea realized she wished she had licked Sandra. She would’ve even tongued her ass to avoid this. They warned her and she didn’t even take them seriously.

Four quick spanks came down and Chelsea just closed her eyes as she tried to stop crying. Closing her eyes caused the remaining girls to blend together as as she felt her pussy continue to drip down her legs and over the next few minutes she received twenty five more spanks. Each one different and more painful than the last. Some would spread her cheeks by pulling on one others grabbed them roughly and each move was incredibly painful. One blow even smacked more pussy and asshole then her cheeks and she sobbed. No one had ever touched her there.

After everyone was finished her cheeks were beet red and she was sobbing. She didn’t even realize the last one had happened and continued to lay flat against the desk even after “19” and “20” let go of her. After a minute she realized they had let go and she tried to stand up and fell on her ass as her legs gave out from under her and she sat there with her legs spread wide, tits on display, facing the class, cuffs behind her back and she sobbed as the pain was now much worse.

“Chelsea, it’s time you find the right class.” Was all Mr. Simmons would say as Chelsea looked up at him. Afraid of anything more happening she obediently got up, first on one knee, and then managed to find her balance as he pointed to the hallway and she walked out with her red cheeks jiggling behind her with each awkward step on barefeet as she tried to not cause anymore pain to her bottom. The handcuffed girl wished she could wipe her eyes and nose but knew she couldn’t. She looked down the hallway wondering what she could do to avoid any more punishment.