Cheater's Cheeks (Tangerine and Verity79)

[Tangerine]

Another term was over, well the first half of it, and it was time to sit for exams when it came to most courses. Sometimes, time truly seemed to fly in college. Not really, but it felt so while scrambling to meet deadlines or preparing for exams. Kinsey unfortunately hadn't been particularly good at either so far. The tennis drills and her half-time job as a barista didn't leave her any free time, that she was willing to spend on studying.

In the classroom around her, everyone was busy answering questions. That was how exams worked after all. She, on the other hand, didn't have much to do other than glancing at other students and sitting on her campus-wide sought-after tush. The exam sheet with her name on it was taken away. For cheating, really. The phone-between-the-thighs method had failed her, as she hadn't been quick enough to close her legs in time to conceal the device.

“Perfect…” Sighing, Kinsey propped her charming face up with her hands, elbows on the table. She felt tired and defeated. Cheating wasn't nice of course. Though she would have got a big fat zero hadn't she cheated anyhow. It had yet to occur to her that his blunder could go beyond merely having a poorly graded exam.

Eventually, she raised her round bum off the chair, grabbed her backpack and exited the classroom. It was kinda embarrassing to walk through the desks as an exposed cheater, but she managed to brush it off once she was outside. She wasn't quite free, however. To get her phone back, and probably some lecturing along with it, she still had to go to the teacher’s office. After an hour or so, she did so.

After adjusting her skirt around the tops of her bare legs, and wearing a ‘no big deal’ expression, she knocked on the man's door. “May I come in?” she asked through the door she cracked, before opening it more and walking inside. On top, she wore a sporty sweatshirt that matched her boots. Her skirt wasn't awfully long. It certainly encountered gazing. Thus, teachers should have felt discouraged to look too attentively, which didn't really make the cheating go unnoticed in hindsight.

“Well I'm sorry, sir,” the nineteen-year-old blonde stated. “But not everything was written there.” in front of her, she fiddled with her hooked fingers. “Maybe I could be scored for what I did myself?” she tried her luck.

[Verity79]

As the term grew half over, and exams loomed, Professor Atkinson was both anxious for break but also looking forward to getting the first batch of exams over with so he could find the students progress so far. He strolls down the aisles of students, peering over their shoulders occasionally to check their answers and check for any signs of cheating. About half way through the exam, he spots something from the corner of his vision and slowly steps up behind Kinsey, catching her with her phone between her thighs. With a hushed word, he orders her to hand over the phone and instructs her that she can retrieve it from his office after the exam completes. Taking her exam sheet and phone, he continues his overview of the remaining students, shocked to have caught someone cheating, especially with the harsh penalties the institute places upon cheating.

Eventually, after the class is finished, he returns with all the exam sheets to his office. He places Kinsey's phone face down on the desk and pulls up the Institute Policies on Academic Dishonesty, scrolling through the document to the third page which discusses repercussions for cheating. With a nod, he sits back and waits for Kinsey to enter.

The 35 year old man in a button down shirt and brown khakis is sat back when Kinsey enters. "You are aware that this institute is rather strict when it comes to Academic Dishonesty, Kinsey? That we treat it very seriously, correct?" He shakes his head at her suggestion as he turns his monitor around and highlights the section which states that a student caught cheating on any project or exam is to receive a 0 on that exam.

"I will be honest with you Kinsey, I don't fully agree with that policy, and am inclined to allow you to resit the exam provided you face some other consequences for this poor planning. The institute still allows for students to face corporal punishments, and I've always been old fashioned, so I believe this would be a better arrangement for us both. You would have a much better chance at passing the course than if you were to receive a 0 on this exam, and it would improve the class average"

[Tangerine]

In his office, there were surely places where she could rest her bottom. Since she wasn't told to sit down though, Kinsey kept standing there, slightly swaying in place. It was a nervous moment. She didn't know what might happen. Nothing, hopefully.

The school wasn't exactly known for being overly student-friendly or its lenient policies. In the end though, it was the instructor who decided how to deal with coarse related inconveniences such as this one, she trusted.

“Yeah, that's correct sir, but I’ve been an honest cheater,” the student claimed. “I ought to be. I admitted it and didn't resist.” Nodding a couple of times, she added, not entirely sure if that made sense.

Drawing herself closer, she mouthed the highlighted text. Yea. It said zero. Unsurprisingly so. It still made her grimace. Not being the most brilliant student in the institute, the odds were slim that she could get the perfect score in the final after getting the worse. So, she was probably going to fail. And she didn't even have anything to argue against it. “What was I thinking?.. Ugh.” Frustrated with herself, she questioned her actions.

“Huh? A resit?” Suddenly, things didn't look as hopeless. A smile blossomed on her face, stretching her pink lips. “That’d be cool. Wait, what corporal punishment?” It seemed there were still disciplinary methods in place that favoured physical harm to academic as punishment. “Traditional? And I won't get a zero?” She considered which path to follow. Well she was a tough gal. She could handle it. Probably? “Hm. Well. Yes. Actually, that is a better arrangement.”

[Verity79]

"Indeed Kinsey. You'll be scheduled to resit the exam Saturday at Noon in the testing center, however before we go that direction there is the matter of your punishment to discuss. In exchange for not getting a 0 on the exam, you're to be paddled instead." He lets that sink in as he stands from his desk and reaches into the top drawer, pulling out a long rectangular paddle with 6 holes drilled in to it.

"If this is what you'd prefer, bend over the desk and we'll get underway. Otherwise, you may take your phone and leave, and I'll mark the exam down as a 0. The choice is yours young lady."

"Do let me warn you however, I won't hesitate to be strict during this. You'll end up with your knickers around your knees and your bottom a vibrant cherry red, and will probably be sleeping on your tummy tonight, as well as squirming during whatever exams you seat tomorrow. This isn't a decision to make lightly, however if you want to pass this class I'm sure you know which option to take." He crosses his arms and stares at her silently

[Tangerine]

As long as she was able to take the exam again, as opposed to scoring a zero, it didn't really matter when or where the exam was. Though, there were other important bits the professor talked about, like the fate of her bottom. Yeah. That was apparently what she had to put on the line to undo her little cheating act.

“A paddling?” Instinctively, she reached back and held her bum cheeks. A mix of surprise and concern appeared on her face. She didn't know what she expected when he first mentioned corporal punishment, but it still surprised her when it was elaborated more on it. Apparently, it wasn't going to be awfully gentle either.

“Oh no..” Kinsey whined with a shaky voice as the good professor felt the need to give more details, from the expected colour of her bottom to the whereabouts of her knickers. “I thought it’d be.. easier.”

By cheating on the test, she’d, in a way, disrespected the other students who had sat on their bums for hours and studied to earn their scores honestly. It was almost like she shouldn't sit on hers to be fair.

Speaking of other students.. “Others won't know about this, right?” Kinsey asked. At the time, Mr Atkinson had already brought out the instrument of her correction. And the tool didn't really look cute. Unlike what it was designed to be used on.

“Well I really don't want to repeat the course.” She took her backpack down. And laid her palms on the desk. As she started leaning over, her bottom inevitably stuck out more at the back, her skirt sliding upwards. She didn’t know if she was supposed to go all the way down. Still, till her stomach touched the tabletop, she kept bending her body down. “This feels, very odd.”