A/N: So I know it might be confusing to some people to have Hekapoo in a school AU for this, but try not to think too much on it. I don't go into specifics so just imagine a young or human Hekapoo. Or regular Hekapoo if you want. I just wanted to write her getting spanked, so enjoy. Don't over think it. Also things might start getting a bit friskier next chapter so I might change the rating to M.
As the Head Student, Marco was allowed to dish out punishment in a number of ways, and with little restrictions. If he caught someone in the halls, he could punish them right then and there before sending them to class. If he felt like making them wait and stew a little, he could inform them he'd be coming to their room after house. But one perk he had hardly ever used was his access to the Head's Quarters, or HQ for short. A special room put aside just for him and other members of the staff to punish his peers. If he ever chose to, he could tell a girl to meet him in there after hours, where their sentence would be carried out.
Now, the reason he hardly ever invoked this was because the punishment room was reserved for more severe cases. Any girl who was being sent there knew they were in a world of trouble. There were never any short visits to the HQ. Once that door closed behind whatever girl or girls were unlucky enough to be summoned there, a long and hard night of punishment awaited. Canes, paddles, straps, slippers, nearly any tool that could be used upon a naughty girls bottom was held there. Everyone always knew when someone had been in for a sessions. Even if the girl had managed to hide her identity, those who roomed nearby would inevitably hear the swats, yelps, and screams echoing through the halls.
Now, while Marco did indeed enjoy his job, he always wanted to be fair. And while he could probably get away with sending most of the girls he regularly punished to the HQ, he didn't really think they deserved it. He'd send Janna and a few times, and Star twice along with her. But rarely did any other girls end up there more than once. All except for one certain redhead, who ended up there at least once a month.
Hekapoo.
Marco could honestly say Hekapoo was the most mischievous girl out of his regulars, even more so than Janna. She seemed to really get a kick out of making him get flustered and messing with him, and even after he had been given the Head Student position he'd always found it troublesome to deal with her. She had been the first to push him to more harsh punishments, and despite her still being more than a little cheeky towards him he could more or less keep her in line now.
Of course that never stopped her from being cheeky with him right up until the last minute.
The redhead smiled down at him from the doorway, dressed in a pair of rather tight fitting yellow pajama shorts, and an equally snug tee. "Hey Marco. I'm ready for our date night," she said batting her eyes at him innocently.
Marco frowned, unable to keep the blush off of his cheeks. As much as he annoyed him he couldn't deny how attractive she was. Especially in her nightwear. "You were supposed to come in uniform."
"Had to do laundry tonight," she lied casually. They both knew the school staff picked up and did their laundry for them, giving them more than enough spare uniforms in case something happened. She had done this on purpose to get him flustered. "What's the big deal anyway? You don't like my PJ's?" she asked leaning over and giving him a rather daring view of her cleavage.
Marco felt his cheeks flush. The way her chest bounded as she leaned over made it very clear she wasn't wearing a bra. He cleared his throat. "You're going to get extra for not showing up properly dress," he said.
Hekapoo pouted. "You're such a stiff," she said walking towards him. "You could at least tell me I look nice or something. I mean nowadays it seems like the only attention I get from you is when you're talking about working me over with that stick of yours," she said closing the door behind her. Marco blushed deeper as the very specific phrasing. "Feed a girl's ego a little Marco. I'm going to start thinking your the only one getting something out of this relationship."
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling at him seductively. This was hardly new behavior from her. She had always been a huge flirt. But it didn't make things any less uncomfortable for Marco. "Hekapoo, we are not in a relationship..."
"We could be," she said pulling him closer. "Why don't you give us a shot Diaz? Is it that you like girls who just bend over backwards for you? Or maybe I'm just not pretty enough," she whispered.
Marco reached up and grabbed her wrist. "You're very pretty Hekapoo," he said. She looked at him slightly surprised. Had he actually caved? "But you'll look much prettier bent over and squirming."
She clicked her tongue. "You're a joy kill Diaz..."
"Pants off," Marco said pointing down. Hekapoo turned around and began slowly peeling down her pajama bottoms. She bent over slightly, giving Marco a peek at her frilly red panties.
"You enjoying the show Diaz?" she asked smirking.
Marco reached out and smacked her on the bottom, making her jump. "Hurry it up Hekapoo. And you're getting more extras for wearing non-regulation underwear," he said.
Hekapoo rolled her eyes. "Excuse me for trying to set the mood."
She pulled down her shorts and then stepped out of them. Marco then pointed over towards the middle of the room. "Over the rack," he said. The 'rack' he was referring too was an old vaulting beam that had been modified for punishment. It was long enough to fit at least six girls over it if needed, and had two other boards added underneath it with straps on both sides to keep a girls wrists and ankles pinned, stopping any chance of breaking position or reaching back.
Most of the time it was used on new girls who had trouble staying in position, or for ones who were just particularly jumpy. But when a very serious punishment was dealt out and they knew a girl would end up jumping about, it was something good to have.
Hekapoo clicked her tongue before walking over and making her way over the rack. She had been over it plenty of times before, and taken some of the worst both the staff and Marco had dealt out. This would hurt, but she'd get through it. Marco slipped her hands and feet through the leather straps and tightened them down, locking the redhead in place.
Then he walked over towards the cabinet to pick out an implement. Hekapoo couldn't really see anything from her current position. "So, what am I in for tonight Diaz? The cane? The slipper?" she asked. Marco smiled as he walked back towards her and pressed the item in question against her rear. "Oh, the paddle. Been a while since you broke that out."
"Keep being smart Hekapoo. See where it gets you," he said rubbing the paddle against her cheeks.
Hekapoo braced herself as he lined up his swing, and then brought the paddle back. He swung like he was going for a baseball, and the paddle crashed down on her bottom with a loud SMACK! Hekapoo winced, but then smirked. "Thank you sir, can I have another?"
Marco quickly obliged, swinging again and smacking the paddle against her rear. She grit her teeth. Usually he spaced out the swats a little, but this time he didn't seem to be giving her any time to brace herself at all.
SMACK!
SMACK
SMACK!
The redhead managed to stay quiet as the paddle continued to rain down on her rear. "Wow Marco-" SMACK! "you're swinging for the fences tonight." SMACK! "You really that mad at me?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She balled her fist up as he continued laying into her. Just because she could take a paddling didn't mean it was fun to. "You know every word out of your mouth is earning you extra right?" he asked swinging again.
SMACK!
Hekapoo grunted. "You can't let me have anything can you?"
"Now that's not true. You can have a many swats as you want," Marco said smirking.
The swats echoed through the room and down the halls nearby. All the girls whose rooms were close by could no doubt hear them coming one after another. The only thing missing were the cries and pleas which usually followed. Even after taking over a minute of swats Hekapoo had managed to keep herself from yelling or crying out. She'd only let out a few grunts of pain.
By the time Marco had finished, her butt had grown a fair shade of red. He reached out and gave it a pinch, earning a wince from her, and then rubbed it. It felt pretty warm. "You admiring your handy work?" Hekapoo asked.
Marco chuckled. "I'm not quite done yet," he said before reaching up and yanking her panties down. Hekapoo grew wide eyed. While the Head Student had the authority to spank on the bare, Marco had never done it before. She assumed he liked to preserve the girls modesty or something like that. At least until now anyway. "Tonight I'm taking a little more drastic measures with you."
She narrowed her eyes. So she was taking it on the bare now. It wasn't like her panties had covered much anyway. She could still take a few more... wait? Was that the cane she had just felt tapping her bottom? He was going to cane her after a paddling like that?!
Marco felt amused when he saw her flinch at the touch of the cane. He couldn't even remember the last time Hekapoo looked nervous or surprised, so it felt nice to have caught her off guard. "What's wrong Hekapoo, you look a little nervous," he taunted.
Hekapoo was silent for a few moments, and then smirked. "Just a little surprised is all. Didn't think you had it in you Diaz. Well, let's get it over with then," she said bracing herself. This would definitely hurt, but she wasn't about to break so easily. She was sure if she could hold on for a little longer then-
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"GAH!"
Hekapoo had let out a yelp as the cane came down three times, each stroke in the exact same spot. Her already red bottom now sported a crimson line across both cheeks. She had jumped, obviously not expecting the triple stroke, but the straps had held her firmly in place. "Uh! That was dirty Diaz!" she said glaring back at him.
"No, that was the first three stroke. And you have a lot more coming young lady. There's plenty more room on that bottom of your after all," he said tapping the cane just beneath were the first strokes had landed.
Hekapoo grit her teeth, now looking a little nervous. Was he seriously planning on tripling up strokes across her entire bottom? Right after she's been paddled too? That was harsh even by his standards. Before she could think of anything witty or snarky to say, Marco lifted the cane again.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"AH! Crap!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"OW! OW! OW!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"GAH! Christ that stings!"
Hekapoo kept squirming over the rack as Marco continued to slash into her bottom with the cane. He made sure to leave very little space between strokes, making as much use of the girl's plump bottom as he possibly could. She couldn't help but start yelping and squealing as the strokes slowly and painfully made their way down her already tender cheeks.
The real moment of truth however came when he reached her sit spots.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"AAAAAHHHH!"
Hekapoo cursed herself for wailing out like she had, but she had little time to brace herself. Marco wasn't giving her any time to prepare herself. He really wasn't cutting her any slack this time.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"UHH!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"UGH!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"GAH!"
She somehow managed to keep herself from screaming out like before, but the strokes still didn't become any less fierce as they cut into her round rump. Marco kept going until eventually he finished covering her sit spots. When he finally stopped, Hekapoo was panting and struggling to catch her her breath.
Marco once again looked over her now striped backside. "There we are, nice and red," he said as he gave her bottom a hearty smack.
Hekapoo flinched and then hung her head. She could totally forget sitting down comfortably for the rest of the week. She felt like smoke was coming off of her bottom. "Okay Diaz, great job. You spanked the naughty out of me. I'll play the good girl..." she muttered.
Marco walked around her and chin cupped her chin, lifting her face. "I'm glad to hear that," he said smiling down at her. "But just to make sure it sticks, we're going to give you a little taste of the strap too."
"Oh c'mon Diaz! I learned my lesson!"
"I've heard that before," Marco said as he walked over and put the cane away. He grabbed the strap and swung it through the air a few times. "I told you one of these days I was going to make sure the lesson stuck. And today is that day."
The redhead now looked a bit panicked. "Look, I get it, I pushed you too far! Just give me a break this time and I promise-"
WHAP!
Hekapoo cried out as leather met flesh. She had never had the strap before, and she had no idea what it would feel like on a fresh bottom. But right now it felt like hell. "OUCH! OW! Ah!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"AAAAAGGGHHHH!"
Marco once again began swinging away at the girl's bottom. He made sure to go back over every inch of her rear. Hekapoo yelled out as the leather strap snapped against her cheeks. She wasn't even bothering to try and keep her yells down anymore.
WHAP!
"OOOWWWWW! I"m sorry already!"
WHAP!
"OW! I'll be good! OW!"
WHAP!
"AAAHHH! You win Diaz! I give! You win! OUCH!"
Marco ignored the girls pleas, and kept swinging the strap. Hekapoo's cries went echoed through the hall, much further than others girls cries usually made it. It was almost like the entire floor could hear the girl wailing out and pleading. But Marco was intent on making her scream much louder. He aimed to have the entire school hear her wailing.
Marco had kept the girl in the HQ well until midnight. Her bottom was beyond sore, and was a bright shiny apple red by the time he had finished with her. She had actually gotten teary eyed near the end, and had been sure if it'd gone on any longer she would have burst into tears. But thankfully the barrage on her backside finally came to an end.
Of course that hadn't been the end of her night. He had made her stay over the rack for some time, admiring her trembling bare bottom in all it's glory. Hekapoo had been unable to rub her throbbing rear, and though she hadn't thought of it at the time, with her panties down she had been pretty sure she'd showed more than she'd intended.
When he did finally let her up, he forbid her from rubbing, confiscated her panties, and made her walk back to her room bare bottomed. With how tender her rear felt she was walking very stiffly, and tried to move slow. But he was right behind her with strap and hand, and made her keep up a steady and very uncomfortable pace.
To finish the punishment, when they got back to her room, he made her hold her hands out for six crisp strokes of the cane across her palms. Despite her hands being untouched before, she had ended up squealing at each one.
The redhead had never been punished so thoroughly before. She had only heard rumors of one other girl who had, and it had been from a teacher who had long since retired. As much as she hated it, she really was going to have to tone down messing with Marco if this was going to be the result.
"You know I didn't like doing that," Marco said standing before her.
She pouted at him. "Yes you did..." she muttered.
He chuckled. "Okay, maybe a little. But you did have it coming," he said. "I'm not going to bother asking you to knock it off, because we both know it won't happen. Just try and dial it back a little. Otherwise I'll have to think up of something even worst."
She huffed. "I didn't take you for a sadist Diaz."
"And with the way you run your mouth you're a obviously masochist," he said before stepping towards her. "Now like I said, stay out of trouble. I don't want to see you again for the rest of the week."
He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and walking out. Hekapoo's face turned red as he closed the door behind him. She stood there for a few moments, face growing redder by the second. "Damn you Diaz..." she mumbled "I'm gonna make you mine if it's the last thing I do..."