This is a spanking fic. A ridiculously unrealistic one. All characters are eighteen and up. Don't like, don't read.
Marinette had learned from her time as Ladybug that there were times when life just wasn't fair. Things didn't always work out the way you wanted, or the way that you thought they should. Sometimes you just ended up having to bite the bullet and deal with whatever punches life threw at you. Or, in this case she guessed 'swats' would be more appropriate.
Over past few years, the number of akumatized victims has increased over a rapid pace. And though they had gotten stronger and had more allies to help, the fact that it was still an ever looming threat had to be acknowledged. The public, ate least those of Paris, had never been too worried about it. After all, they had their famous heroes to look out for them.
But once Hawkmoth started targeting those outside of the city, things started to chance. The government was willing to turn its head so long as it was contained to one place. But now that it was a national threat they decided to start acting. They researched the pattern behind those who had been targeted, and had found that it was mostly young teens and adults who had ended up akumatized.
It made sense she guessed. Teens were all going through those hormones and emotional phases, which meant there was plenty of low times to take advantage of. But rather than reason that they should have some sort of action to decrease negative emotions, they blamed it on 'Behavioral misconduct' of the youth.
So the logical conclusion was to enforce more strict guidelines in the school system. School uniforms, more assignments, and hands down the worst guideline included was the return of corporal punishment.
She still had no idea who in the world had convinced everyone that this would be the best course of action to take. They must have had quite a silver tongue to pull it off, because it all sounded ridiculous to her. She'd spoken out against it as Ladybug, but her complaints had just been dismissed as 'another teenager who thinks she knows best'.
What had probably infuriated her most was that it seemed to be working somehow. Despite the clear disdain the students had for the new regulations, hardly any of them had been akumatized. She had to wonder if Hawkmoth was just screwing with them at this point.
Either way it wasn't going to help her now. She wasn't Ladybug the superhero off to stop another villain. Right now she was just Marinette Dupain-Cheng, eighteen year old girl waiting to get her butt whacked.
"Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Another tardy I assume?"
She looked up from her feet and towards the large man before her. Mr. Red had replaced their old principal after he finally retired, and hadn't waisted any time implementing the new code of conduct into the school. She still remembered how on his fist day he'd put Rose over his knee and spanked the poor girl to tears before the student body.
That had only been the first of many bottom warmings he would deal out over the years. Any student who crossed him ended up in his office and more often than not reduced to tears. He was very thorough when giving out punishments, and had a large collection of implements he used to carry them.
Marinette, and pretty much everyone else in school, knew that he enjoyed his job more than he let on. Especially when it came to dealing it out to the girls.
When it came to the boys, he usually passed them off to the assistant principal. And the rare times he carried it out himself it was described as formal and halfhearted. He got it over with quickly and got them out. But for the girls it was always drawn out, and they got the feeling he was enjoying himself as he embarrassed and made them squirm.
Marinette couldn't have agreed more, and she would know being one of his regulars.
She was far from a bad student of course. But her hero work wasn't exactly on a set schedule, and she found herself running late and skipping class to save the city. But once the akuma was captured and everything was back to normal, she more often than not found him waiting for her as she made her way to the school.
She was pretty sure she had felt each and every one of his implements at some point.
"You really can't seem to get to class on time can you? Such a shame. You're a nice girl, but that nasty habit of yours is really something you need to work on," he said shaking his head. She pouted at the smug tone in his voice. "If I didn't no any better I'd say you enjoy ending up in my office Ms. Dupain-Cheng."
She felt a blush come to her cheeks. "No sir, I just… have a lot of keep track of…"
He hummed. "I'm sure you do. Teenagers think every little thing is something to fret over. At some point you'll be sort out what's really important and what's not. Until then however, I'm here to help remind you," he said chuckling. "I have the rest of this year and the next to straighten you out Ms. Dupain-Cheng. So I won't be missing a single opportunity."
She fidgeted in her seat. "Thank you for your concern sir…" Sometimes he eased up if you buttered him up enough. It was rare, but still a shot worth taking.
"Well then, I think we both know you're due for a good whacking. Stand up, and we'll decide when you're going to be in for today," he said getting up from his desk. She let out a groan before standing up and following him to the side of the room. There was a small cabinet, which he opened up to reveal his collection of implements.
He walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, making her flinch. "Now, I believe last time you were here you received a dozen with the cane did you not?" he asked.
She gulped, remembering the stare of her poor bottom after her last tip over his desk. He'd tacked on a few extra for not staying in position, and by the time he was done her rear was a striped mess. "Y-yes sir…" she muttered. She hoped she was about to get another doze.
He hummed. "I think we'll give that a little break then… how about the twase?" he asked grabbing said implement from the shelf. "I don't believe you've had this in some time."
She shook nervously as he held it in front of her face. "No sir, I haven't…"
"But I just punished your little friend Alya with it the other day," he said before putting it back. He then grabbed a large paddle with holes in it. "Ah, the paddle. So many different types to choose from. This one could cover your entire fanny couldn't it?" he laughed.
Her face paled as he tipped her chin up with the paddle. "Y-yes sir. It would sting quite a bit…"
Once again, he placed it back before reaching for another. Marinette let out a small gasp and he picked up the strap. "Oh, I don't recall ever using this on you before," he said curiously. "Do you remember ever feeling the string of the strap Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"
She kept her eyes locked on the item in question. She couldn't remember ever have felt the strap herself, but she did recall a very vivid memory of Juleka being strapped before the whole school. The usually stoic girl had wailed like a banshee that day. "No sir…"
"I think we have our winner then," he said before closing the cabinet.
He turned around and headed back towards his desk. Marinette frowned and hung her head. There wasn't exactly a favorable outcome in this situation, but she'd hoped to get something she was more familiar with like the twase. The best case scenario would have been a hand spanking. They were humiliating because she had to bend across his lap, but by far less painful than all the other options.
Speaking of bending over his lap, she wondered what position he'd make her take. Being across his lap was embarrassing and made her feel like a child, but it have her a bit more wiggle room to kick around. When she was bent over the desk she was expected to keep perfect position, or else she'd get extras.
Mr. Red stood for a moment, and then tapped the desk. "Move the chair and take your position over the desk," he ordered. She sighed and nodded before walked over and pulling the chair aside. Then she walked over to the desk and bent over.
The principal's desk was huge, making it difficult to reach all the way across and grab the edge. She had to stand on her toes and even then just barely managed to do so. As a result her already short uniform skirt rode up her shapely legs, exposing most of her upper thighs. She felt him nudge her ankle, and reluctantly spread her legs further apart. "Now, up with this."
Marinette squealed as she felt her skirt being yanked up, revealing a pair of tight fitting pink panties. She had figured that he would raise her skirt, but it didn't make it any less unsettling. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't bare her bottom. Another squeak escaped her as she felt his hand on her bottom.
"Hmm… I suppose since it's your first time with the strap I'll allow you to keep them up," he said before suddenly gripping them. "But they do need to be adjusted."
He suddenly yanked them upwards. "EEEP!" Marinette felt her whole body tighten as he pulled her panties tightly, forcing them between her cheeks and practically baring them. She gripped the desk tightly and wiggled as the man kept pulling. "S-sir!"
Mr. Red chuckled and finally let go, and Marinette let out a gasp. Her cheeks were now practically bare already. He might as well have just pulled them down. At this point he was just looking for new ways to make her squirm. "Now then, I'd say we're ready to begin. Are you prepared Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"
No. "Yes sir…"
He lifted the strap and tapped it against the bottom, making her flinch. "Stay still, stay in position, and stay quiet. I expect you to take your punishment like the young adult you are. Is that understood?" he asked lining up the strap.
She nodded. "Yes sir." She knew she wasn't going to be able to. It was just a matter of how many extras she'd end up with. Of course it also depended on how many he was giving her in the first place. He hadn't said, and she knew better than to ask.
WHAP!
"EEEP!"
The first strike had came so suddenly and without warning that she hadn't had any time to brace herself. Her whole bottom tightened as her cheeks were suddenly lit aflame with a painful sting. She gripped the desk tightly, nails digging into the scratch marks that were left by her and so many other girls over the years.
"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I thought we just discussed being quiet during your punishment."
She let out a groan. "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again…" She said before sticking her bottom back up. She wasn't planning on giving him anymore excuses to pummel her backside anymore than he was already planning to.
"I should hope not. Otherwise we'll be here for some time," he said as he eyed up the shapely quivering rear before him. He smiled to himself as he lifted the strap again, and Marinette tensed. It was only a matter of time before she broke, and then he'd really lay it on.
WHAP!
Marinette gasped as she once again felt the stinging impact of leather on her cheeks. To her credit she didn't make anymore noise. Though she was clinging to the desk for dear life, knowing if she broke position then it was all over for her. He didn't give her any time to gather herself before the third swing came down.
WHAP!
Yet another gasp escaped her. The pain was starting to build up, and she wanted to try to wiggle the sting away. But she knew it would only earn her extras. And she didn't want to give Mr. Red the pleasure of seeing her struggle. Not that the man wasn't already enjoying seeing her backside slowly turn a red hue.
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
She clung to the desk as he rained down blows with the strap, not longer giving her any space to brace herself. She let out little groans of pain as each blow added to the stinging sensation in her bottom. "Oh! Ah! Eep!" Her shapely bottom bounced and slowly turned a darker shade of red with each blow.
"I bet you wish you'd gotten to class on time, don't you Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"
WHAP!
"Y-yes sir! Very much sir!"
"I'll bet you'll do better in keeping track of time in the future, eh?"
WHAP!
She let out a squeal. "Yes sir! I promise!"
He laughed. "A promise you've made and broken several times in the past. You know I absolutely despise liars young lady." The taunt was followed by another swing of the strap. Marinette flinched once more. "And you have lied to me many times already. So what makes this time different."
The girl once again clung to the desk as another three hard swings came down on her nearly bare cheeks. "I-I really mean it this time sir!" she lied. She knew at some point or another, before the week was up even, she'd be late or have to ditch to stop another villain. But she wasn't about to say that, and staying silent would be just as bad.
"I'm sure you do." WHAP! "And I'm sure you meant it last time." WHAP! "And the time before." WHAP! "I'm asking how you can prove that you mean it this time."
Another three stinging swats were laid on, and this time Marinette couldn't help but let out a loud yelp. "YEOW! I'm sorry sir! I can't! I just mean it! I really do!" she cried out.
"Well, I'm afraid that's just not a good enough answer my girl. So I'll simply have to do my best right now to ensure that you keep your word. The next time you're going to be late or skip, perhaps you'll remember today and think twice."
With that, the man once again began raining down swats. Marinette cried and yelped, knowing she had already earned herself extras anyway. She wiggled over the desk, her pert bottom seemingly trying and failing to avoid the next swat.
Anyone passing by the office could easily hear the girl yelling out as she had her rear tanned. The secretary outside typed on as if nothing were happening, already long used to the sound of girlish shrieks and smacked bottoms echoing through the office.
Marinette had no idea how long the strapping had continued for. After a certain point she always seemed to lose track of everything. But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the strap seemed to stop. She panted, trying to hold back the tears she felt stinging the back of her eyes. She hoped he was finished with her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Mr. Red hummed as he looked over his handy work. The girl's quivering bottom was a nice dark shade of red. Her adorably clenched cheeks were tanned enough for his liking, and he even made sure get her upper thighs so that her fellow classmates would get a peek. He was tempted to add a few whacks with the cane, but he had to call in soon.
He reached up before tucking her skirt into the back of her waistband. "Up." Marinette stood up uncomfortably. She wanted to reach back and rub her still exposed backside. Or pull her still yanked up panties from between her cheeks. But she knew it would just land her right back over the desk. "Have you learned a lesson today Marinette?" he asked.
She sniffed and nodded. "Yes sir…"
"Good. Because another slip up will land you an appointment with the cane. As well as a spot in line at the monthly assembly," he assured. She paled at the threat. The monthly assembly was where a handful of the most ill-behaved students were brought before the rest of the student body and caned. She had ended up there once years ago, and she still hadn't lived down the embarrassment.
For everyone, even Adrien, to see her bent over, skirt raised, and bottom thrashed had been the most humiliating moment in her entire life. She had no plans of going through it again. She shook her head fiercely. "Oh no sir! I'll make it on time! I swear!"
"See that you do. Now, stand in that corner and keep you hands on your head. I better not see you rubbing either," he warned. She nodded once more and reluctantly made her way over to the corner next to the door. Mr. Red smiled before taking a seat behind his desk.
He looked over her shapely red rump with a sense of satisfaction. Not many people could say that they had soundly spanked one of Paris greatest superheroes.
Oh, he knew. He couldn't quite prove it yet, but he knew. The timing of her absences was just too convenient. All he needed to do was keep putting the pressure on her, and soon she'd slip and expose herself.
When she did, he'd get a hold of her miraculous. Until then, he'd just continue enjoying his position as principal and making her life hell. Just as Hawkmoth ordered.
A/N: I know it's been a while... a really LONG while. But my life has been pretty crazy and I've been up to other stuff. Before anyone goes asking I'm probably not going to be updating any of my other works anytime soon. But a few one-shots or easy to update stories like this I think I can manage.
Hope you enjoyed!