Fantasy Friday - Study Buddies

What a lovely Friday.  As I write this my school has a three hour delay - the absolute best of all possibilities.  Sleep late, greet the kids, feed them lunch and send them on home!  I just hope they don't change their minds and call the whole day off, then we'd have to make it up and I really hate doing that.

Our story today is from a brand new friend of mine.  This story is by Sara and in tell about herself she says - I am from Canada, and I am in my mid-20s. I have a boyfriend and we have engaged in playful/sexual spanking, but no discipline yet.  Sara sent this story back in mid- December.  I haven't been able to get in touch with her this week to let her know it's going up.  It does worry me when people are nice enough to send me their stories and then they have to wait so long for them to be posted.  But I'm really happy when I do get so many to share.  

I hope every one can stay inside in the warmth and enjoy...

 Study Buddies

Maisie looked out the window at the snowflakes floating down and sighed. The wealth of papers, textbooks, and notebooks spread out on her desk in front of her were overwhelming. It was her first year of university, and exam time had rolled around. In three days, she would be writing her Intro to Chemistry exam, and her stomach filled with butterflies just thinking about it. The formulas all blurred together, and all she could think about was ice-skating, hot chocolate, and decorating the Christmas tree when she went home next week. 

Her roommate had already left their apartment, since she was lucky and her exams had finished early. Maisie knew that she needed to study; chemistry was difficult, and she needed a good grade if she wanted to become a nurse. She turned her attention away from the winter wonderland that was developing outside, and stared blankly at her books. Maybe she’d take a break and come back to it in thirty minutes. Satisfied with her plan, she opened her laptop and found one of her favorite online TV shows. 

The only problem was that one TV show soon turned into two, and then three. By the time she finished the half-hour shows, an hour and a half had gone by. Maisie grabbed a pen and her notebook, intent on studying, but she soon found that her grumbling stomach was occupying all of her attention. She decided that a quick lunch break wouldn’t hurt, and began to walk down the block to her favorite café to grab a sandwich. However, once she got there, she ran into a classmate from her French class and got to chatting. Another hour passed, and Maisie noted with alarm that she had barely accomplished anything all day, and it was nearly 4 o’ clock. Her cell phone buzzed with a new text from her boyfriend Pete.

Hey baby, I hope you’ve gotten a lot of studying done. I’ll be by at 5 to help you with your practice questions!

Maisie gasped. She had completely forgotten that Pete was going to come over and go over the practice questions with her. School was important to Pete, and he wanted her to be successful. He was three years older, and knowing that she tended to procrastinate and that her parents were out of town, he did his best to motivate her. He was sweet and treated her well, but he was strict and a little old-fashioned.

They had been dating for a year now, and Maisie had learned of his old-fashioned ways about two months into their relationship. She had had a quiz at school one Monday, and she had chosen to go to parties with her friends all weekend instead of studying. Her grade reflected this choice, and when Pete had discovered the quiz lying on her desk marked with a bold red F, he turned her over his knee and turned her bottom just as red. Maisie had been surprised -- first by the spanking, but then by the surprisingly comforted feeling that overcame her. She felt cared for, and her guilty feelings regarding the quiz had been diminished with the spanking. 

Pete had discussed how he would spank her when she misbehaved or didn’t work hard enough at her studies, and told her how if she wanted to continue their relationship, she would need to agree to it. While Maisie had never considered spanking within a relationship, she truly cared about Pete and didn’t want to lose him. Plus, she knew she needed some help when it came to getting motivated. She agreed, and while the spankings hurt, she knew that they were beneficial to her.

She hastened her step and hurried home, desperate to get some studying done before Pete arrived. She planted herself at her desk and skimmed her notes, but her anxiety began to get the best of her. She knew she had wasted a lot of time today, and now she would be even more stressed as she tried to cram the knowledge into her brain in only two days. By the time Pete’s resounding knock echoed on the door, the butterflies in her stomach seemed to be doing somersaults.

“Hey baby,” Pete said warmly as she opened the door. He grabbed her hips and planted a big kiss on her lips. “I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too,” she responded, hugging him.

“I’m glad you’re getting some studying done though,” Pete told her as he closed the door. “I’m so proud of you, Maisie. It will pay off when you go to write your exam!”

Maisie felt a lump gather in her throat when he told her he was proud of her. He had no reason to be, and he would soon find that out for himself. She smiled weakly.

“Now, where are those practice questions? Once you ace them all, I intend to reward you,” Pete said with a devilish glint in his eye. Maisie knew what that meant - orgasms, and lots of them. She wished even more that she had put extra effort into studying. 

She led him to the desk in her bedroom, and found the practice questions that the professor had handed out. Pete sat on the edge of the bed and she sank into her desk chair, biting her lip and curling her toes.

“Okay, Maisie. First question. What is a mole?” Pete asked her. Maisie had no idea. She couldn’t recall reading about moles. 

“Um, an animal that burrows underground?” she answered cheekily. Pete raised his eyebrows at her.

“No, seriously,” he said. “Don’t waste time, Maisie. What’s a mole?”

She hesitated for a moment and hung her head. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

He stared at her for a moment, unimpressed. “Okay, it’s just the first one,” he told her. “A mole is a unit of mass. It is 6.022 x 10^23 atoms, molecules, or other collections of particles.” He shook his head. “You’d better make sure you come back to this.” She nodded. “Next question. What is the chemical symbol for potassium?” 

Maisie closed her eyes and tried to picture the large plastic poster of the periodic table that hung in the chemistry classroom. She couldn’t. It was worth a guess though. “P?” she inquired. His annoyed grunt informed her that she was wrong, so she hurriedly tried again. “Pt?”

“Young lady, you should know this! It’s K,” he said. “I think you may not have studied at all! You can’t even answer the first two questions, and the first questions are usually the easiest. You get one more shot, and you know what’ll happen if you get this one wrong too.” Maisie gulped and shifted in her seat. If only she was as good at earning grades as she was at earning spankings. “What law states that the amount of gas dissolved in a liquid is proportional to its partial pressure law?” 

This all sounded like jibberish to Maisie. Her bottom throbbed as she thought of the spanking that was sure to come. “Dalton’s Law?” she guessed hopelessly. 

“No. It’s Henry’s Law.” Pete set down the papers on her desk and Maisie averted her eyes from his gaze. “Look at me, Maisie.” She kept her head down. “I said, look at me.” She reluctantly obeyed. “Did you really study today?”

“I tried!” she blurted out. “Oh Pete, I really did try. But I just can’t focus right now, and to be honest I forgot we had planned to meet today. Christmas is so close, and I don’t want to read about chemistry all day. I took a quick break to watch some TV, and lost track of time...and then I went to get lunch, and I ran into Pamela, and you know how it is...”

“I do know how it is, Maisie,” Pete said coldly. “I know that you can’t afford to fail this exam. If you do poorly, you won’t be able to become a nurse. Not to mention that all of the money your parents are pouring into your education will get wasted just because you can’t sit down and focus for a few hours. I know Christmas is getting close, but that’s no excuse to slack off.” Maisie nodded. She knew he was right. “You’re a smart girl. I know it’s your first university exam, but if you just put in the effort, I know you’ll do well.” He looked at his beautiful girlfriend, her chestnut curls framing her dejected face. “Now, I was hoping we would be able to get through these questions so I could give you a little attention. I can see you’re in need of some attention, but apparently not the kind I’d planned on.” 

Frustration built up inside Maisie, but not at Pete. It was at herself. She knew she should have been studying harder today, and yet she hadn’t. She also shouldn’t have forgotten about her study date with Pete. She couldn’t be such a scatterbrain if she wanted to do well.

“Stand up, young lady,” Pete commanded. She grudgingly obeyed. “Now, get those pants and panties down.”

“Oh, but Pete!” she protested. “Not my panties! Please!”

“Naughty girls don’t get warm up spankings over their panties,” Pete said coldly. “You have ten seconds, or else I’ll double what you’ve got coming.” This got Maisie moving. She unzipped her jeans and slipped her pink cotton panties off. Goosebumps prickled her skin, but Pete paid no mind. Her bottom would be hot soon enough. Inwardly, he admired his girlfriend’s body, and the curve of her figure and her bottom. After a moment, he focused his attention back to the matter at hand. “Get over my knee,” he told her firmly.

Maisie slowly bent herself over his knee. It had been a few weeks since she had been spanked and she wasn’t happy to be back in the position. He wasted no time delivering sharp, peppered smacks to her bare behind. He hadn’t been kidding when he said there would be no warm up. Maisie was soon bouncing across his lap squealing.

“Stay still!” he said. “If you’re clenching and squirming, you’re going to get extras. You deserve this, young lady, and you know it.” He delivered a hard round of swats to her backside and sit spot, and watched her bottom gradually turn from pink to crimson.

Maisie tried to keep still and take her punishment, but it was too tricky. She was soon squirming all over again, and tears were pricking at her eyes. The spanking stopped. Surprised, she lifted her head to see if Pete was finished. Instead, he pushed her up off of his knee. 

“I’m not happy with you today Maisie. First you disobey me and don’t study, and then you can’t keep still during your punishment. If you want to clench your cheeks and avoid the punishment that you know you’ve earned, then you can go fetch and peel a ginger root from the fridge.”

Maisie blanched at the thought. Pete had only ever figged her once, and it had been awful. The burning between her cheeks had been furious, and she had hated every minute of it. “Noooo!” she begged him. “I don’t want to be figged, please sweetie, I promise I’ll stop...I’ll be good!”

Pete was having none of it. “I'm tired of dealing with your laziness at school. Go and peel the ginger root,” he said again. “If you really want a burning bottom, I’ll get the Icy Hot and rub it on your bottom once your spanking is over. If you don’t, then I suggest you go and do as you’re told.” Maisie sniffled and reached for her panties, but Pete delivered a hard swat to her left cheek. “No, young lady. I want that red bottom on display.” Embarrassed, Maisie scurried from the room to complete his request. She cringed the entire time she peeled the ginger root, knowing where it was about to go. She took her time heading back to the bedroom.

Pete had piled two pillows on the bed. “Good girl. Bend over these pillows please,” he said, taking the ginger root from her. “I want that bottom right up in the air, and spread your cheeks for me.” 

Her face flushed as red as her bottom, and she pulled her cheeks apart, burying her face in the bedspread. She felt the tip of the root beginning to enter her bottom, and she did her best to stay still. She soon felt the root’s fullness, and she cried out. “That’s a good girl,” Pete praised her. “Now, I expect that root to stay firmly in place. Maybe next time you’ll think twice about clenching your cheeks during a spanking.”

At first, the ginger root barely burned. She anticipated Pete’s hard swats, but was surprised to feel the cool wood of her hairbrush circling her bottom. 

“Peeeete,” she whimpered. “I don’t want a hairbrushing. Why can’t you just use your hand?”

“Why can’t you just study?” he replied. She stayed silent. “That’s what I thought.” He began to deliver hard spanks with the hairbrush, alternating cheeks. She jumped, beginning to feel the harsh burn of the ginger root and the stingy smacks. “I expect a lot more from you,” he told her as he spanked her. “And so do your parents, and so should you. I’m very disappointed.” Knowing that he was disappointed hurt more than the spanking and the figging. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Her cheeks naturally tried to clench with the smacks, but the ginger root burned even more furiously. She did her best to stay still, not wanting the Icy Hot on her bottom after, and just wanting it all to be over.

“I’m sooorrryyyyy,” she sobbed. “I’ll do better next time!”

“Damn right you will,” Pete said, giving her a particularly hard swat. “And if you don’t, you can expect a good belting next time.” He spanked her twice more. “Okay, last ten, young lady. I want you to count them, loud and clear, and say that you will study harder. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” she said softly, her tears muffling her voice.

“Yes, what?” he said, giving her three hard spanks. 

“Yes, sir!” she squealed. 


“That’s better,” he said. He raised his arm and brought down a heavy blow on her right cheek. 

“Oneeeee, I will study harder!” she cried out. The hard swat intensified the burning from the ginger root. She didn’t know if she could stand nine more of these, but had little time to contemplate it before the next swat came.

“TWOOOO, I will...study...harder!” she mustered, more tears squeezing out from her eyes.

And so it went, for eight more spanks, until the final -- and hardest -- tenth swat landed on her sore and hot bottom. Pete dropped the hairbrush, carefully pulled the ginger root from her bottom, and scooped her up in his arms. “There, it’s okay now baby,” he crooned, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and gently rubbing her bottom. “It’s all over. You did so well.” She cried into his shoulder, apologizing profusely. 

“I’m sorry Pete, I hate disappointing you,” she said tearfully. “I’ll do better. I really will.”

“I don’t doubt you will,” he assured her. After a few minutes of rubbing her bottom and her back, he stood up. “I’m going to go and watch some TV in the living room,” he said. “You’re going to sit bare bottomed on this chair for two hours and study. I’ll come back and ask you some more questions after that.” He helped her sit in the chair, and noted her wince as her punished flesh came in contact with the seat. “I bet studying on a sore bottom will do the trick.” With that, he left the room. 

Maisie was surprised at how easily she could focus now. She wanted to please him, and she absorbed the information much more quickly. Two hours later, he returned, and sure enough, she got the next three questions correct. Pete grinned. “Study break,” he said mischievously, and pulled her onto the bed. 

His fingers found that she was already wet, and he circled her hard clit teasingly. Soon enough he had switched to his mouth, gently licking and flicking at the hardened nub. He swirled two fingers around inside of her, making her moan and beg for him. Just as she approached the brink of orgasm, he stopped. 

“My turn,” he told her. “After delivering that spanking, I think I deserve a little attention.” Maisie was happy to oblige, unbuckling his belt and pulling off his pants and boxers. She put his length into her mouth, licking and sucking. She had always been so good at this and he groaned with pleasure. She swallowed his cum as he found his release, and then crawled back up to rest her head on his shoulder.

“You’re such a good girl,” he said as he teased her clit once more. He felt her breath quicken as she approached orgasm again. “Don’t forget to ask permission,” he whispered into her ear.

“Ooh, please sir, please may I come?” she managed, wiggling under his expert fingers. 

“Yes you may,” he answered, quickening the speed of his fingers as she exploded and shuddered beneath him. He kissed her deeply and smiled. “Studying sure pays off, doesn’t it?” he asked her. She nodded contentedly. 

“Yes sir,” she answered as she snuggled in close.

***

A week later, Maisie had her exam results. She had received an 85%, and Pete was so proud. Maisie beamed with pride herself, knowing how hard she had worked. He took her out for dinner and gave her two orgasms after as a reward. 

“I told you all of your hard work would pay off,” he said to her. “Now, time to get to work on studying for your French exam!"

~o0o~

Sara thank you so much for your story.  I hope you will think of writing another one and please let us know how things are going with your boyfriend.  We're not only a nosy bunch, we care and we're always full of advice (I won't necessarily say good advice, but advice!)  

I hope that they're are others of you out here writing.  Come on, it's winter, you're stuck inside, let your inner spanko go and write for us.  Please send any stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com