Cheater's Cheeks (Tangerine and Verity79)

[Tangerine]

No. Not really. She would rather not think about the financial shortcomings of failing courses and delayed graduation. She rolled her eyes at the thought. Surely, she hasn't bent over and offered her bum like a brat just to fail the course regardless. “I wasn't being smart,” Kinsey claimed. “I was just saying this isn't overly indulgent.” In the meantime, her uncharacteristically hospitable bottom received its guest again. “O-hoh!” Her upper body buckled, her ponytail whipping the air.

While she was still in the process of suffering the latest hit, it was unclear how much of Mr Atkinson’s lecturing got into her pretty head. Accordingly, she opted to just nod, “Yeah. Totally.” Well he didn't really say anything that contradicted his earlier remarks or promises. In a nutshell, she wasn't failing, she shouldn't do it again.

“There’s definitely a mark..” she muttered under her breath. Especially without her skirt, that dreadful paddle probably printed its silhouette back there. “Not sure it's an improvement tho.” She wasn't modest about the appeal of her tush. It was just a nice bum. Though, there were probably people who would find it more attractive when it carried some rosy clues of maintenance.

“Oww-Oww!” Her briefly flattened cheeks sprang back out and shook about. Their owner wriggled over the desk too. “Yes, will sit on it and study instead of putting it up in the air for men!” She let out an exclamation of affirmation.

[Verity79]

Mr. Atkinson rolls his eyes at her complaining, giving her another hard stroke of the paddle before he lets it rest in his palm as he openly eyes her ass for a few moments. Hardly an unattractive man by most measurements, with a tall and muscular physique, clean shaven, and with curly black hair that falls to his shoulders, it was still not common he got to spend time admiring such a nice ass in person. Especially one he gets to attend to with a paddle! With a grin, he whacks the paddle hard against her upturned bottom again and then again before pausing to step up a bit closer to her.

With his free hand, he gently grabs the back of her panties and peels them down to her knees, giving her bare butt a soft rub to alleviate a mild amount of the stinging pain in it before he once more rests the paddle on her butt "I think another 20 should suffice for today?" He asks rhetorically, already bringing the paddle up and then down hard against her now bare, pink cheeks. Smiling as he watches her bubbly ass bounce under the paddle, he rests one hand on her back to keep her down and in position as he raises the paddle once more and brings it down again and again, a slow but even tempo of hard thwacks that shake her ass and push her hips into the desk, a painful dance between the both of them as he disciplines the sorry cheater.

[Tangerine]

No paddle had been invented that could null this blonde’s quip-fueled nature. In a sense, it was also a way to cope with the punishment. Making it feel somewhat less severe and embarrassing. In that regard, it worked. “Oww!” To some degree. It seemed, and felt, this wasn't the worst method to handle rulebreakers. The strikes were powerful enough for Kinsey to reconsider other options instead of relying on cheating again.

“Ouch-ouch!” Her body trembled as the implement paid another quick visit to her poor bottom, her palms tapping onto the tabletop. “Uuh..” The lingering ache stretched out her whimpering. With her eyebrows shot up, she was staring ahead. She was unaware that some ogling was involved in her hot teacher’s punishment routine.

Prior to the start of the session, it had been stated that she would show a bit more than her cheery knickers. It still surprised her when he went after her underwear. “Oh no.” Her legs slightly shifted back as her underwear slid down them. So casually, her lower body was bared. This new exposure level understandably made Kinsey more uneasy. He felt her up even, which, after all the paddling, didn't feel bad.

“Twenty more?!” She didn't hide her despair when that lil number was announced. “Sir, my lucky number is seven tho.” She clenched her eyes shut, balling her hands into soft little fists, knowing what was coming. “Eep!” Her bottom produced a sharper noise when it was on the bare. “Oww!” Fair parts of her bum were quick to colour up too. “Hoo!” Her poor bottom shook, the swiftness of his swings dictating how well they danced. “Shouldn't have cheated!”

[Verity79]

The professor smiles grimly to himself, happy to hear the results of his work are getting through to the cheating girl. With nary a word he continues to silently count out the first 10 of the 20 strokes he promised her, the paddle bouncing and dancing over her bare pink cheeks, coloring them a bright tomato red, finding the color much more suiting to her than the pink panties she'd worn beforehand.

After the 10th stroke, he pauses, setting the paddle down beside her and begins to slowly rub her butt softly, enjoying the feeling of her heated cheeks against his hand as he decides to lecture her once more "Only 10 more now, young lady. I hope you're starting to fully regret cheating in my course. This behavior is unacceptable and obviously isn't tolerated, so I'm glad to hear you agree you shouldn't have cheated"

He removes his hand from her butt and picks up the paddle again "Now, raise up your bottom for these final 10 dear, then we'll be done"

[Tangerine]

The trivial task of keeping track of how many swats exactly she had suffered from so far became a difficult task. Things were just difficult while receiving a proper paddling. Kinsey trusted he was counting up though. And not losing track of how many more times he had to be mean to her poor bottom, if that wasn't apparent from the colour alone. Having moved past the shade of her underwear, those round cheeks of hers were more red now.

“O-hoh!.. Owie!” As the paddle undid the firmness of her pretty behind, she had almost begun to think it would be easier to sit on a frying pan. Well a big one. “H-how much more tho! Oww.” There was some complaining. Expectedly so, given her bum was on fire. Mr Atkinson could have verified that. Well, he kinda did as he cupped and rubbed his bottomless student’s arse.

When his fingers moved over redder parts of her punished bottom, her hips instinctively jerked. “Oh be careful,” Kinsey warned. She thought it was over. Unfortunately, they were apparently only half way there. “If you're happy already, why do I need more even?” Kinsey questioned, but complied regardless. Slowly, she rose onto the balls of her feet, heels leaving the floor. Her chest pressed more into the furniture, breasts ballooning outwards, bum ascending.

[Verity79]

Atkinson smiles as she raises her bottom, resting the paddle against her raised bottom. He waits until she's settled, her chest pressed against the desk and ass in the air, before he brings the paddle up and thuds it down hard against her raised bottom. He gives her a moment to catch her breath, letting the pain slowly subside and for her to return to position then cracks the paddle hard against her bare cheeks again. This dance continues for the final 10 hard strokes, each one sending her hips thrust against the desk and pushing her further forward over the wooden surface. The paddle imprints itself onto her cheeks, turning them a bright crimson red when he's finished, with the center of her cheeks feeling like leather after being worked over properly by the implement.

He sets the paddle down and steps back, crossing his arms once the final stroke is given, smiling to himself as he watches the girl. "All done Kinsey. You may stand up and grab your phone"

[Tangerine]

Pushing her bum up with her pants around her knees? She didn't like to mull over what kind of girl a questionable motion like this made her look like. From behind, it must have been a funny view. Did all cheaters go through this? Or was it a custom, Kinsey specific situation? Well the paddle soon dissipated such thought bubbles that might be wandering atop her head.

“Oh, there we go again..” As the implement was drawn away, she took a deep breath. The swats she had received so far hadn't really made her accustomed to the ordeal. Actually, the more it went on, the worse it felt. The pain definitely stacked up. Accordingly, the last set of smacks were the hardest ones to get through.

Her shaky bottom, as in it shook quite a bit, moved up and down, and side to side as well, as the blonde cheater couldn't keep her legs still. “Owie!” She ended up planting her heels down. “Oww!” Given that the pain caused her to bend her legs a bit more each time, her abused bum moved down. “Seven! Ei-hah! T-ten!” She called the last few numbers out.

When it was finally over, she reached back and held her pulsing cheeks. Grabbing those had priority over her phone after all. Her back slowly straightened. “How will I even sit today?” She spoke to herself while rubbing herself.

[Verity79]

"I suspect you'll want to grab a pillow or cushion to sit on. Perhaps say your lower back is aching and that you need the extra lumbar support that it offer?" Mr. Atkinson suggests as he walks back to his desk and sets the paddle away before turning to face her again. "Now then, since this is a first offense you're free to leave without further embarrassment but if I catch you cheating on another assignment in this class,you'll spend 15 minutes with your burning butt on display in the corner without being able to run it after your paddling"


He sits down in his chair and leans back, humming softly as he considers something. While it certainly wouldn't be appropriate or approved formally, he was rather excited by the prospect of offering her credit for further sessions. Mulling the idea over in his head, he nods and leans forward as he speaks "And if you find yourself struggling in the class and fear you won't pass it without some extra credit, I could offer another session for some extra credit in my class. It wouldn't be as severe as catching you cheating of course, since I would like to encourage you to be proactive about it."

[Tangerine]

Naturally, when she straightened herself, her skirt ran down to veil her body. Well her cheeks were half exposed still, since she was busy massaging them. Definitely, she would need some coconut oil later on.

A pained frown was present on her face as her teacher got back to his seat and casually sat back. Unfortunately, she probably wouldn't be able to do the same, when it came to sitting down comfortably. “Yea. Had better be the softest pillow there is.” Finally, she stopped touching her bum. Instead, Kinsey reached down and pulled her knickers up. The cotton fabric was soft against her marked flesh. The seams bit a little though.

“Huh? What do you mean?” At his offer, she raised an eyebrow. There was something odd about it. Or perhaps she wasn't able to think clearly at the moment. “Anyhow. Hope you got a good view of my bum sir.” With her underwear, she gained some of her usual confidence back. “Because, I'm positive you won't have to do that again.” After her phone, she grabbed her backpack. Her walking was a bit funny. “Thanks.” She soon found the exit.

***

Having a couple of days wasn't that bad to study for the exam. That was what she kept saying to herself throughout the said couple of days. Until that was no longer the case and it was Saturday morning. Sitting inside a coffee shop, yes she could sit by that point, she had a textbook open in front of her next to her laptop. Sighing, she took a sip of her coffee. “I don't understand a bloody thing..” Perhaps she could have called a friend and asked for help? Like she always did with the assignments. It was Saturday morning though, and none of them were available. “Oh, whatever.” She quickly composed an email, saying she wished the exam weren't that day, and sent it. Well it wasn't that different to asking for extra credits. “Shouldn't have done that.”

[Verity79]

Mr. Atkinson frowns at the message he received, sighing as he read through it before nodding his head and quickly sending back another message that unless she met him in his office to elaborate on why she needs further time for the exam, or that it's a medical emergency, which would necessarily require a note, that he doesn't feel it'd be fair to the other students if he were to offer her further time to study for the exam. Nodding to himself, he sends off the email and heads to his office on campus early to likely meet with the girl for her to explain why she needed more time.