College girl woes (#18+, NSFW)

Hello, my kinky friends!

Just a little spanking story for your enjoyment! Thank you for reading 🙂

XOXO,

nora

My tummy was in knots as I stared at the large D- score scrawled across my latest history exam.  Two months ago, I would have laughed this off and gone about my merry way.  But that type of thinking is what got me in such hot water.  You see, two months ago, I was still the star of the volleyball team and living in the dorms at our local state college.  I sure thought I was something!  Two months ago, I worried much more about fitting in with the girls in my sorority and which boy I would go out with on Friday night than I did about my grades.  But now, thanks to that kind of thinking, everything was different.  Now I was on academic probation, I’d been suspended from the volleyball team after a video of some of us girls drinking had gone viral, and my parents had insisted that I move back in with them.  Whoever heard of a 19-year-old college girl living with Mommy and Daddy again?  Well, apparently my fuddy duddy parents had. 

I’d been home all of five minutes when Mommy and Daddy laid down the law.  Apparently, they weren’t too keen on my current plan, which was to chill out in my bedroom, gossiping on the phone all day.  Daddy informed me there would be rules!  I sat there on the couch, arms crossed, pouting as I pretended not to listen.  There would be chores, a curfew, mandatory homework time, and no more D- grades on exams.  I would be required to bring home a progress report from my instructors every few weeks until I got my grades up.  I was starting to tune out as I really didn’t want to hear all this when a certain word had me sitting up straight.

Discipline.

There will be discipline, young lady, Daddy said. 

Yikes, it was never good when Daddy started using “young lady”.  And I remember what Daddy’s discipline entailed…

I protested loudly at this point, but my argument seemed to fall on deaf ears.

No, you are definitely not too old, Daddy said.

More protests on my part, more calm and firm explanations from Daddy, and then a proclamation that stopped me right in my tracks.

“Your mother and I were very disappointed to see that video of you and the other girls drinking, young lady.  There is absolutely no excuse for that type of misbehavior.  After a lot of thought, we have decided that what you need is a good spanking to get you back on track, my girl.”

A spanking.

Daddy had said the words.  At no other time in my life had Daddy sentenced me to a spanking and that spanking not followed shortly after.  My mouth went dry and suddenly it was hard to be the cute, sort of full of herself, witty girl I had thought I was just a few minutes ago.  Suddenly, I felt about ten years younger and was dreading what was about to happen next.  A spanking.

“Let’s get this over with, young lady.  Stand up and come over here,” Daddy instructed, as he pulled out a straight-backed dining room chair and sat down.

My tummy was in knots as I watched Daddy roll up with sleeve of his shirt.  Mommy stood next to him, her arms crossed, with a satisfied look on her face.  I could tell that she was fully on board with Daddy giving me a spanking, and a “good” spanking at that. 

Slowly, I stood up and moved toward Daddy.  I couldn’t believe this was happening!  But experience reminded me that disobeying Daddy at this point would not earn me any favors.  In fact, last time I moved too slowly when it was time to go over Daddy’s knee, I had received a quick spanking across the backs of my thighs.  I’d been wearing my short, black volleyball shorts that day and the spanks had all been across bare skin.  Yikes!  I was not anxious to repeat that experience.

Daddy held out his hand, guiding me toward him.

“Jeans down, young lady,” he instructed as I stood by his side, his voice low and calm.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but the look in his eyes had my fingers moving to the top button of my jeans.  Better not keep him waiting.

I tugged my tight blue jeans down slowly, but Daddy was not in the mood for my sloth-like movements.  His strong hands reached out and yanked my jeans down to my knees.  My face turned bright red.  I was standing in front of both my parents, my jeans at my knees, and my panties on display.  I was sure I had never been so embarrassed.  I covered myself the best I could, but it didn’t change anything.  I was standing next to my very determined father, my pants down around my knees.  Any moment now, I’d be going over his knee… for a spanking. 

How did I get here?!?

The worst part is, I knew exactly how I got there, but that didn’t stop the lecture that ensued about my behavior.  Or, my misbehavior that is.  Daddy went on and on about my grades and expectations and how I was going to do better.  I teared up a bit when he said that he was disappointed with how I had been conducting myself at school.  Truth was, I was kinda disappointed too now that I was seeing it from his point of view.

All too quickly, Daddy was done lecturing and ready to move on to the next part of this program.  As he took my arm, he said, “I want you to learn a lesson from this, young lady.”

Knots in my tummy.  How I wish I didn’t have to learn this particular lesson!

Daddy guided me over his knee.  I was face down, bottom up over his lap.  As I struggled forward a bit, I felt Daddy’s fingers at the waist band of my panties.  Before I could even protest, my panties were down around my knees too.

Oh, how I wish I had behaved better!  Now I was laying face down, my bare bottom over Daddy’s knee, about to get a “good” spanking.  There was nothing good about this!

Without further ado, Daddy began to spank me. 

I remembered very quickly why I always strived to be a good girl when I was living at home…spankings hurt!  I knew Daddy was just getting started but my bottom was already stinging.  Over and over his firm hand descended, increasing the sting, and teaching his daughter (me!) the lesson he wished to impart.

All I could do was lie there, begging for Daddy to stop, kicking my legs, all to no avail.  Nothing I said or did slowed down or ended the spanking I had coming.  Daddy was on a mission, and he was not planning to stop until I was the recipient of two red hot, cherry colored, bottom cheeks. 

A few minutes in, tears started to flow.  The begging subsided and all I could do was cry as Daddy continued to spank my poor bottom.  How I wished I had been a good girl!

And when the spanking did stop, I was not at all pleased to hear Daddy instruct me to go into the kitchen to fetch the paddle.

Not the paddle!  The paddle was devastating to a girl’s bottom, ensuring that her seating comfort over the next few days would be greatly reduced.  But as I stumbled to the kitchen, my pants and panties still at my knees, my red-hot bottom on display to my parents, I really wasn’t surprised.

All of my most memorable spankings featured the dreaded wooden paddle that Daddy kept in the pantry.  It didn’t take much to recall some of those instances…the time I had called Mommy the B-word during a fight, the time that Tammy Lynn and I snuck out of my window during a sleep over and had gone over to a boy’s house (Tammy Lynn certainly heard an earful- my spanking- that night!), and once when I had taken money from Daddy’s wallet.   So, I can’t really say I was surprised to be fetching the paddle now… failing out of school and underage drinking had surely earned me a bare-bottomed paddling. 

Soon I was back in the living room and back over Daddy’s knee.  And Daddy was back to spanking me, only this time, it was the sturdy wooden paddle spanking my bottom instead of his hand.  I was back to wailing and begging, and Mommy was back to watching her too-big-for-her-britches daughter get the spanking she deserved. 

Daddy paddled me soundly that day, and after, I reflected on my behavior and my spanking while standing bare bottomed in the corner.  A lot of promises were made that afternoon and I am pleased to say that I kept most of them!  And when I didn’t… well, let’s just say that wasn’t my last trip over Daddy’s knee.  But I did get my grades up and I am back on the volleyball team!

It’s hard for me to admit, but I guess spankings DO work for some girls…girls like me.