When the rules of the school had taken a change down a more strict and painful path, Lila Rossi figured she could scrape by like always. She had a silver tongue, a cute face, and a talent for swaying things in her favor. She was sure she could have Mr. Red eating out of the palm of her hand, just like every other member of the staff.
Unfortunately for her, Mr. Red's ways were pretty similar to her own, and he recognized her for what she was almost immediately. He'd made it very clear that of the two, he was the one who was going to be pulling the strings. Lila had been spanked, and spanked thoroughly that day. She'd ended up in tears, but instead of receiving a lecture like she'd expected, she ended up getting an offer.
He really had recognized her sly ways, and he wanted to use them to his advantage. He'd ordered her to report to him weekly about any mischief her classmates were up to. In exchange she'd get a bit more leeway in class and of course get other certain privileges. It was a pretty tempting deal, one that allowed her a lot of wiggle room in the new guidelines.
She had ended up accepting it, but it of course came at a cost.
Mr. Red expected results. Significant results. Coming in with nothing or little to report was a big no-no. One that he could and would take out on her bottom. This served as motivation to keep her eyes and ears open at all times. The last thing she wanted was another bottom whipping like the one he'd first served her.
She had saved herself for the first few weeks just off of Alya alone. The girl had been the most rebellious of their class and was a wealth of info to report on. And she also liked having a hand in her punishments. Especially when she managed to get Marinette involved too.
But no streak could last forever, and eventually she came up empty handed. As promised he'd scorched her bottom, and since then her results had been pretty up and down. Most times she could find just enough to appease her Principal, but other times she hit a dry spell and was spanked. Lately, she'd been in a very bad rut.
Everyone in class was being far more careful about what they did and said around each other. They didn't suspect her per se, but they knew someone had to be reporting back to him. Alya had given her some very obvious bait which she'd been forced to ignore if she was going to keep her cover. And it had cost her poor butt dearly.
Mr. Red had to know how much more difficult things were getting, but he gave the girl no sympathy. It was very apparent that he didn't mind taking her to task. And he was about to do it again.
"Nothing to report again eh Ms. Rossi?" he asked, smirking.
Lila frowned as she stood in front of him. "Sir, it's not my fault. Everyone is getting wise that there's someone reporting in on them. I have to be careful or else I'll never get anything out of them again."
He grunted. "I'm not interested in excuses Lila. I'm Interested in results. If you feel like you have to play it safe for now, fine. But you know how our arrangement works. You have nothing, so you'll be thrashed."
She looked ready to argue, but just grit her teeth. "Of course sir... should I bend over your lap or the desk?" She knew he liked it when she went the submissive route. And it would make it easier for her in the long run than being defiant.
"Neither. We'll be making our way next door. You're going over the rack."
Lila's eyes widened.
The rack was always a hellish experience for a girl. It was a piece of furniture students were bent over and strapped down onto. Once they were at Mr. Red's mercy, there was no chance of them breaking position or trying to cover themselves. You'd think this would be to their advantage.
But if you were going over it meant you were going to be in for a ruthless bottom warming. And not being able to move at all made the entire experience worse. The one little piece of control you had left was gone. You were just a target, and a very exposed one too.
Mr. Red had three, all made to fit five girls on each of them. One in the room next door to his office, which was labeled the punishment room by the students. The other was down in the courtyard. If Mr. Red or one of the other teachers caught you cutting class, you were likely to end up over it. Which meant everyone in class or walking by would see and hear them getting spanked.
But the worst was no doubt in the auditorium. That one was reserved for the monthly public spankings. You were put on display before the entire student body and spanked to tears. Lila had been lucky enough to avoid that fate. But her current situation wasn't much better.
She tried to keep calm as she stared at the wall in front of her. Her wrists and ankles were secured at the sides of the bench like a piece of furniture. Her skirt and panties had been removed, her legs spread apart, and her crotch on full display. Mr. Red stood behind her with cane in hand, enjoying the view.
"Now, before we get started I believe there's something you need to say." He lifted the cane in front of her face. "What is it now?"
Lila hated how he had to add to her humiliation, but she was smart enough not to push her luck right now. "Thank you for taking time to correct me, sir." Without having to be told, she kissed the tip of the cane to show her 'appreciation'.
"Good girl." He lifted the cane again and tapped her bottom a few times with it, then gave it a few practice swings through the air. Lila braced herself.
THWACK!
"Uh!"
The first stroke landed, and she winced as the first of many lines marked her bare bottom. She bawled her fist up, and Mr. Red hummed. "Quite jumpy for just the first stroke Ms. Rossi. Feeling a bit squirrely today?" he asked, amused.
She blushed and pouted. "No sir…"
"Well, we'll find out soon enough."
He brought his arm back again, and then swung.
THWACK!
This time Lila managed to bite back a yelp, but it was clear the stroke stung just as badly as the last. Another line, just below the first, began to form across her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, but then quickly tried to relax her cheeks. She knew from experience that clenching her butt only made it hurt worse.
THWACK!
She bucked, but the restraints held her firmly in place. "I hope that this punishment encourages you to try a little harder in your efforts Ms. Rossi," Mr. Red said swinging again. THWACK! The girl grit her teeth, and he tapped her bottom again. "And the importance of keeping your word." THWACK!
"While I understand how difficult things must be after all this time..." THWACK! "...I have no doubt that you'll rise to the challenge." THWACK! "Or, perhaps you'll just get used to being punished. Either way, I'll continue to hold you to this standard." THWACK! She wiggled helpless over the table as the lines marking her bottom burned painfully. He walked around and cupped her chin. "Do you think this will make you try harder girl?" he asked, smirking.
Lila couldn't keep the angry look off of her face. She looked away from him before answering. "Yes sir. I'll try much harder," she muttered through gritted teeth.
Mr. Red hummed. "Oh, don't be so upset. I'm only so hard on you because I want to make sure you keep working diligently. You have great potential Ms. Rossi. But you need guidance and discipline. And I'm going to give you both in spades." He walked back behind her and then raised the cane again.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Lila groaned as the cane came down with a rhythmic timing. Every time the sting from the previous stroke prepared to die down, the next would come and replace it anew. Mr. Red was merciless, knowing full well that her pert little rear was able to take quite the punishment.
She did the best that she could to try maintain her composure. This was a lose-lose situation. If she endured, he would think she was trying to challenge him or be defiant. Or at least he'd take it that way. But she had seen him be just as hard on those who broke too early too. She simply had to do her best not to go too far one way or the other.
She had tried using fake tears before, and he'd picked up on them immediately. It had only made things ten times worse. Though honestly she couldn't see just how much worse things could get right now. Line after line made its way down her cheeks, until finally he made it down to her sit spot.
THWACK!
"GAH!"
Lila yelped and threw her head back, her hair flying into the air as she thrashed about. Mr. Red chuckled as he tapped the sit spot again. "I think it's time we start doubling up on strokes, don't you think?" Her eyes widened in panic. Not on the sit spot!
THWACK!
"AAAHHH!"
The cane landed right there it had last time, and the sting was of course twice as bad.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
"OOOOOWWWWW!"
He kept aiming for her sit spot, landing two strokes each time. At this point she wasn't even trying to keep her composure, and struggled about over the table. The second strokes were obviously what got the most reaction out of her, but with each one she got more and more frantic.
Eventually, when she had a number of lines decorating both her cheeks and upper thighs, the caning came to an end. She panted heavily as Mr. Red reached up and grabbed her cheek, feeling the damage she had done. "Yes, those should be a good reminder of what's expected of you. But I don't think we're quite finished yet."
Lila groaned. She had a feeling she wasn't about to get off with just a caning. But there had still been that thin thread of hope that he'd go easy on her for being submissive. "Sir, I promise I'll try harder. I think I've been punished enough…"
Mr. Red chuckled once more. "Of course you do. Every girl who's even a little punished thinks they've been punished enough. You're looking at it from a biased viewpoint. But that's why it's not up to you," he said as he headed back to the cabinet. He placed the cane back and grabbed something else. "It's up to me."
She felt something made of leather against her cheeks, and felt a chill up her spine. "It has been a while since you've have the twase, hadn't it?" he asked, admiring the way her bottom trembled as he pulled back and took aim. If he was waiting for an answer, he didn't wait very long. He swung forward and lashed the twase against her butt.
SNAP!
With her bottom already more than warmed up by the cane, the stinging lash of the leather twase lit an entirely new fire in her, making her howl out in pain.
"OUCH!"
Mr. Red didn't bother pausing between swings, and quickly followed up, smacking it against her other cheek.
SNAP!
"AH!"
SNAP!
"YEOW!"
SNAP!
"GAH!"
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
"OOOWWWW! Sir, I'm sorry!"
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
"YEEEOOOOWWW! It stings!"
She kept yelling and crying out as the twase rained down on her. From cheek to cheek, aiming at a different spot each time. The sting the cane marks left behind were reignited every time a swat landed. Though Lila knew it was pointless, she shouted out promises of harder work and better results. And as expected they fell on death ears.
She'd given up on trying to keep track of how long the punishment carried on, but like usual it felt like an hour to her. It very well could have been for all she knew. After a very long a thorough smacking, Mr. Red looked over the girl's rear and hummed. It was quite red, and the cane marks would no doubt welt up nicely later.
He reached up and gave her butt a hard pinch. She yelped and moaned, throwing her head back again. Mr. Red smiled to himself. Those certainly weren't fake tears. "Alright, I think you've had enough. I assume this will be enough motivation for you?" he asked, pinching down even harder.
"Yes!" she shouted. "God yes! I won't complain anymore! I'll get more on them! I swear!"
He let her go, and she slumped back over the table. "That's a good girl. Why don't you stay here for a bit. Collect yourself, and think of how you're going to proceed from here. You're a clever girl. I'm sure all you need to get over this slump is some time to think." He gave her one last slap on the butt, which made her yelp, and then turned and headed for the door.
Lila panted and sniffled as she laid over the table, feeling both sore and humiliated. She hated this. She hated that she was using her talents for anyone but herself. She hated that Mr. Red seemed to be even better at pulling strings than she was. She hated Alya for making everyone so weary of her.
There wasn't anything she could do about the first two. Mr. Red had showed he was just as good at playing the game as she was, and she was in no position to even try to cross him. She'd been caught in his trap, and she had to just accept it and make the most of it. But the last part?
Even if Alya wasn't directly responsible for it, she was the only one she had a chance at getting back at in this situation. She was going to figure out how to get her out of her way, and make sure her bottom got blistered twice as badly doing it…