You Want Another One? (Tangerine and Wizard)

[Tangerine]

The small coffee kiosk right outside the faculty had a student working behind the counter. She was neither employed by the coffee shop, nor paid. It was an awfully short, ten-minute job. Following the instructions of the barista that stood next to her, she managed to prepare a decent cup of latte. And decorated the surface with a poorly drawn latte art as well, which was difficult to tell if it was supposed to be a tulip or a heart. That wasn’t the point, though. Rather, it was about making amends.

“There you go!” In a flashy manner, the upbeat college girl slid the cup across the counter, towards the customer. “The best coffee you’ll ever have!” Nodding, she served the hot beverage with a wink. “What do you think?” Candice quickly asked.

It was such a stark contrast. Understandably, Wendy was confused. The same girl who spilled her coffee last week just for the sake of it was now serving her a new one with a big smile. “Hm. A bit rough around the edges.” Quietly, she conveyed her opinion. When she lifted her head, there was a meaningful squint that targeted her. It made her reconsider. “But it’s nice. Thank you?” Wendy added.

“Great!” Candice beamed, her eyes widening. “No problem at all!” One hand raised in the air, she Waved behind the girl as she left with the cup in her hand. “Don’t forget to tell others I’ve been very very nice!” The cheery brunette exclaimed.

From the back pocket of her dark jeans, which hugged her hips and legs almost too well, Candice pulled out a small notepad, along with a pen. There was a list with a bunch of names. Next to Wendy's, her notes said “Spilled coffee on HW.” She crossed the item out of her list, ready to move on to the next one.

A few cases of bullying, occasionally cheating in exams, regularly skipping classes… being a troublemaker in general. It was safe to say that Candice was hardly a model student. A week prior, the school administration had finally decided to do something about it. Instead of giving her a suspension, or something of that nature, they had elected to go with a more productive approach and instructed her to make up for her past misdeeds; hence, her little list.

After finding the next name on said list, Candice couldn’t help but chuckle upon recalling what she had done with this one. There was only one word written next to it, which simply said “spanking.”

“Oh, that was a funny day.” Still giggling, she talked to herself. Removing her apron, and adjusting the hem of her white T-shirt, she got out of the kiosk next. Conveniently, she saw her immediately after that, the next student on her list. Speeding up, Candice caught up with her. Approaching her from behind, she put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Hey! How are you? Have a moment?” She quickly asked, pulling her towards the nearest table at the same time. “There’s something funny I need to tell you.”

[Wizard9876]

A week had gone by since that incident, though Melody hadn’t forgotten about it at all. She couldn’t really remember the bully’s name at the moment, but she knew well what the girl looked like as she had been in her dreams for that past week. That sounded a bit odd, in fact it was odd, but odd or not, Melody had enjoyed every one of those dreams where she relived the day she had been spanked. While at the time it wasn’t exactly clear that she had enjoyed it, that moment quickly became clear to herself when she had returned home and glanced at her reddened posterior in the mirror.

At the moment Melody was going to get something to drink before she headed to her next class, but that plan was stopped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and turned her head to see….her eyes almost couldn’t believe it. Was this girl here to spank her once again? The glasses wearing girl almost couldn’t contain her excitement but she remained calm as the other girl began talking and leading her toward a table. “Oh, what would that be?”

[Tangerine]

There were many things Candice would consider herself good at. Such as tennis. Or dancing. When it came to relating to others though, she was pretty much terrible. Guessing what others thought, about her, about themselves, she often struggled with that. Melody, she still remembered the name. Obviously. It was written in her notepad. Not only her name, but a particular body part of this certain victim of hers was still in her memory as well. Yeah. Last week, she learnt quite a bit about this poor girl's backside. And Candice was positive she hated her for that.

"Weell..." This one was going to be difficult to atone for, she feared. What she did was hardly nice. Or respectful. Or dignified. Spontaneously deciding to punish Melody's butt, she wasn’t proud of it, even though it had been quite fun. Tit for that, she supposed. The most glaring and fair way to square up with the girl was to volunteer for the same particular treatment herself. To offer her own butt.

"That little disagreement of ours," which had ended with Melody over her lap, "it's about that actually." Dragging her to an unoccupied table, she had a seat. And waited for Melody to do so as well. "I'm terribly, terribly sorry." Candice frowned. "I shouldn’t have done, " one of her arms rose as she made a swinging motion, "that to you." A sigh later, she continued. "I'm sure you think it's no big deal," it, kind of, was "I mean you can obviously sit again," Candice went on, "but I want to make it up to you. Let you get even, you see." It took her some time, but she finally came to the point. "So, when would you like to," she clicked her tongue once, "beat mine?"