Jackie Thompson was nowhere near a badly behaved girl. She got along with pretty much all of her peers, and her teachers all seemed to think she was a nice enough girl. Her problem however lied in that fact that she couldn't seem to keep focused in the classroom. The girl was carefree. So carefree that her mind would often drift to thoughts of surfing, skating, and numerous other activities she'd honestly prefer over doing rather than listening to her teachers drone on about whatever was going to be on their next test. And because of this her grades, while not quite failing, were rather poor compared to what she was actually capable of.
Her parents had hoped that sending her to St. Olga's would rectify this problem. And for the most part, they were right. It was very hard to drift off into daydream land when you had a throbbing sore bottom pulling you back into reality. Jackie had quickly learned that if she wanted to be able to sit down comfortably she had to keep focused and pay attention. Otherwise when her teacher asked her something, which they inevitably would, she'd be called up to the front and be given a few good whacks of the ruler. Or the cane if it she had such incidents too close together.
She could honestly say she had improved quite over her time here, and had gone from near daily whackings to only the occasional run in with the ruler. But still, as much as she tried she could never seem to kill the habit of spacing out for good. Which is how she ended up being late for class, and being caught by the Head Student.
Unlike most of their classmates, Jackie didn't really fear Marco Diaz. Sure, he was the Head Student, but he seemed like a really nice guy. He was smart, funny, and she even found him sort of cute. He didn't actively go out of his way looking for reasons to punish people. He carried out his job, and so long as you hadn't done anything to land on his radar he was cool.
But Jackie knew all too well what the boy could do with a cane or slipper in his hand. And friend or not, if you got sent to him he'd make sure to blister your bottom thoroughly.
Which was why Jackie was feeling to nervous right now. In a few moments Marco would come knocking on her door with whatever implement he decided to use on her poor bottom, and then bend her over for a very painful reminder on why daydreaming in class wasn't acceptable. The waiting was always the worst part. Getting spanked was always terrible, but at least if he did it then and there it was done and over with. When he told you he'd be visiting you after school was over, it meant being made to sit and wait in your room for who knows how long waiting for him to arrive.
Both the wait through school and in your room really gave it time to set in about how much the punishment was going to suck. It made you all nervous and fidgety. The worst part was that if any girl nearby got a visit from him as well, you had to sit and listen to them squeal and scream, knowing you were next.
CRACK!
Jackie jumped at the noise, which was followed by a girlish squeal. From how spaced out the hits sounded, it sounded like someone was getting a good dose of the cane. That had been the tenth stroke, and by now the poor girl wasn't even trying to bite back her yelps of pain. It sounded like it might be Kelly, but she wasn't totally sure. It couldn't have been Brittany. Despite how often the girl got it she was a real screamer, and she never would have made it past the first four without making any noise.
CRACK!
She clinched her cheeks, already picturing herself having to bent over the foot of her bed or her desk, and offering up her bottom to Marco. There was something so different about him when he was handing out punishments. He suddenly turned intimidating and you just seemed to jump at his every order.
CRACK!
That was number thirteen. A baker's dozen. That was usually the most Marco would give out in a single night. So unless there were any other girls nearby, that meant she was up next. Bit her bottom lip and fumbled with her fingers as she went through how he usually closed things out. He's order them to pull their knickers up, unless he had pulled them down as well, then probably deliver a few strokes to her hands so she wouldn't be able rub down her bottom later. After that he could give a small lecture and say he hoped he wouldn't have to see her again, then he would leave.
At least that's how he did things with her anyway.
The knock came on the door a few moments later. "Come in," she said nervously.
Marco opened the door and made his way inside, the infamous cane he carried at his side. He offered a small wave before rubbing the back of his head. "Hey Jackie," he said, an expression saying he was only just barely sorry he'd have to carry this punishment out on one of his friends.
"Hey Marco. Guess it's my turn on the chopping block huh?" she asked looking down.
"Afraid so," he said before setting the cane aside. "But, since it's been a while since your last slip up I don't think you need the cane. A good dose of the slipper should be a good enough reminder, don't you think?"
Jackie felt just a bit more relieved to hear that. The slipper certainly hurt as well, and she'd have to take a much more embarrassing position, but it was much more preferable than the cane. "Don't suppose I could sweet talk my way down to a hand spanking?" she asked managing to smirk.
"Nice try," Marco said smirking right back at her. He appreciated that she at least took her punishment in sport. "Okay, we may as well get started. You can take your shorts down and grab a slipper." Jackie got up from her bed and then began sliding her blue pajama shorts down. Since she knew she was getting punished she hadn't changed out of her regulation knickers. Getting caught wearing anything else would have made her punishment even worst. After she finished pulling them down, she stepped out of them and walked over towards her closet.
Unfortunately for the girl at St. Olga's getting a the 'slipper' didn't mean being spanked an actual slipper. It was really the plimsoll shoes all the girls were required to were for P.E. They were durable, and the rubber soles made their perfect for smacking a young lady's bottom. There had been plenty of girls who thought a slippering was no big deal, only to end up in tears when they had their backside beaten with it.
Marco pulled out the chair to her desk and then took a seat. Jackie walked over and handed it to him, and then he patted his knee. Not having to be told twice, Jackie began to crawl her way across his lap. She blushed slightly as she tried to make herself comfortable, only to have Marco yank her into what was more convenient for him. Her bottom raised and ripe for the dreaded gym shoe.
The boy lifted the slipper and then tapped it against her butt, making Jackie's flinch. "Okay, are you ready?" he asked.
"As ready as I'm gonna get dude," she muttered.
Marco nodded and then lifted the slipper. Jackie braced herself, and a few second later it came crashing down on her right cheek with a loud SMACK. Jackie winced and let out a small grunt. Marco may not have looked it, but he had quite the arm. And she knew by the time he really got going she'd be in real trouble. "Now the other cheek."
SMACK
This time the slipper cracked down on her left cheek, and Jackie let out another grunt of pain. Marco enjoyed the way her bottom bounced across his lap. Jackie's butt wasn't big, but it was... full? That was probably the best way to describe it. He had always thought she was really pretty, and had been hesitant about doling out punishment the first time he caught her skipping class. But after he got a look at that bottom he didn't need to think twice about spanking it. Sure he felt a little sorry for her, but that didn't mean he didn't also enjoy carrying it out.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Jackie grit her teeth as he delivered four more stinging swats, two on each cheek. Unlike the cane, Marco didn't really need to space out his swings. He could swing away with the slipper as fast as he wanted. She knew he would start out slow, but then gradually pick up until she was getting a swat a second.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"UH!"
This time Jackie couldn't help but let out a grunt as six more swats came down. Again, he's split them evenly into three on each three, alternating from left to right with each swing. She squirmed over his lap, and he gave her a warning tap. "Settle down Jackie. Otherwise me might have to bare your bottom," he warned.
She sighed. "Right, sorry." She reached out and managed to grab hold to the legs of the chair, gripping them as tightly as she could. Hopefully she could hold on long enough to avoid getting any extra smacks. Of course that really depended on what Marco had in store for her.
With what he considered a warm up now done, Marco got ready to pick up the pace.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jackie kept an ironclad grip on the chair as Marco rained down swats on her defenseless backside. His arm worked like a jackhammer, adding more color to her cheeks with every blow.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She couldn't help but start squirming as the stinging began to pile up. She began yelping and kicking her legs. Marco's aim was true however, and he struck the now moving target easily. The sight of her wiggling rump combined with the movement on his lap only served to arouse Marco even more than he already was, making him swing harder. Luckily in her discomfort she didn't seem to notice Marco jr. slowly standing to attention.
"OUCH! OW! OW! OW!"
Jackie had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like it was going on forever and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Marco saw her bottoms was starting to show quite a bit of color, and decided it was time to start entering the final stretch.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOOWWWWW!"
Jackie howled out as he smacked her sit spots. He started alternating between them and her bottom cheeks. She bucked over his lap, but he managed to pin her down and keep on swinging away. "Ah! Not there! Oh, that stings! Ouch!" The girls pleas fell on deaf ears, and Marco continued to work over the girl's rear.
After what seemed like an eternity to Jackie, the rain of swats finally came to an end. Marco lowered his arm, and Jackie went limp and started panting. Right now it felt like someone lit a match under her butt. "Alright, I think that's good enough for tonight. You can get back up now," Marco said giving her rear a pat, and causing her to wince.
Marco helped her up as she slowly and carefully rose up from his lap. She reached back to rub, but then Marco held his hand up. "Ah, you know you're not supposed to rub. Hands out," he said as he got up and walked back up towards the cane.
Jackie pouted. "Do you have to?" she whined.
"Well, I guess you could bend over and I could give them to you across your butt?"
She quickly shook her head. "No! I'm good!" she said holding her hands out. Marco lifted the cane and then placed it across the palms of her hands. Jackie squeezed her eyes shut as he lifted it up, and then swung down.
CRACK!
"AH!"
Jackie pulled her hands back and shook them. Marco frowned. "Jackie, you have to keep holding them out or it won't count. Three more," he said lifting the cane again.
She sighed. "Sorry, I know..." she muttered as she reluctantly held her hands out once more. Marco lined up his swing again, and then lifted the cane and brought it down.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Jackie winced each time the cane slashed across the palms of her hands, but managed to keep them up. "Alright, we're finished now," Marco said smiling. Jackie lowered her hands and began shaking them furiously. Between the stinging in her rear and her hands, there was no chance she was going to be able to rub her cheeks down tonight.
"You really worked me over Marco..." she muttered blowing in her hands.
He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I guess I went on a little longer than I planned. But try to keep out of trouble. Otherwise I'll have to dish out this and a sixer for good measure," he warned.
She clicked her tongue. "Definitely don't want that..."
"Well, I'll get going now. Remember to stay out of trouble. Goodnight Jackie."
"Night Marco."
She watched as he walked out, closing the door behind him. She then turn and flopped onto her bed, laying on her stomach of course. She let out a groan. She really hoped her hands stopped stinging by tomorrow. They were supposed to be playing volleyball in gym.
The blonde had to find a way to stop zoning out one of these days. She really hated getting spanked. But at least Marco had seemed to enjoy himself, at least from what she felt shooting up from his lap. It might have been nuts to think this, but it was sort of nice knowing that even if he kept things formal he liked seeing and spanking her bottom.
"He's so cute..." she muttered.