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Third party disciplinary.
Moment of truth.
Structure.
The reverse over the arm of the sofa.
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Enjoying a little back flogging while on the bed.
30 cane strokes.
Structure.
The best part is imagining somebody walking in looking for a snack and finding this 😄
At that point all you can do is stare at the counter and hope they leave before making awkward conversation 😂
Losing the bet was embarrassing.
Being spanked for it was embarrassing.
But whoever had invented the ten minute "time-out period" in the winner's shared kitchen was a complete genius.
They had made the bet after several drinks, loudly insisting that two fourth-years could not possibly lose to two second-years.
They were wrong.
The next morning they had to report to the victors' house in matching pyjamas, accept the agreed forfeit spankings, and then, to their embarrassed surprise, were placed in a "time out" and instructed to remain exactly where they'd been left until the timer went off.
Every time they heard footsteps they thought,
Please just be someone walking past...
It never was.
The victors happened to share the house with four other students, all in their first or second year. And apparently everyone had suddenly decided it was the perfect time to make breakfast.
One wandered in for cereal.
Another came looking for coffee.
Then a first-year stopped in the doorway.
She blinked.
"Oh my God... they really had to take the spanking over just their panties?"
"It was in the terms," one of the victors replied, without looking up from making tea.
The first-year wandered around the island until she could see the pair's bright red faces.
"And they actually agreed to this?"
The victor finally glanced over.
"Actually..." she smiled. "They suggested it."
"No way."
"They were very confident."
The first-year tried not to giggle.
"Fair enough."
She picked up an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Morning, girls."
Neither of them had ever hated the word girls more.
Contemplating her upcoming strict strict discipline. Naughty little girl.
Apprehensive but compliant.
Structure.
The wages of sin... are a good, long spanking on the panties.
Being a bully at school earns her a very sore bottom when she gets home.