College

by Brianna Blake

  “I shouldn’t have told you about Natasha! I promised I wouldn’t! What got into me?!” Lucy said, loudly.

  “It’s all right. I won’t tell her,” Dylan said, but Lucy shook her head.

  “I won’t lie anymore. Oh my god, Oliver’s going to kill me. But I deserve to be punished.”

  “Have you ever thought about being in a vanilla relationship?” Julian asked, also resting his hand on her shoulder. She shook his head.

  “I love our relationship as it is now. I am the worst submissive.”

  “You’re not, Lucy,” Dylan said, “we all get a bit crazy sometimes. It’s okay. Come on, let’s get you home.”

  They followed to the apartment in silence.

  Chapter 9. Punishment

  “I’ll never tell you anything again,” Natasha said. She was acting weird. She didn’t scream nor was loud, as was typical of Natasha. She mumbled, disappointed. Tears streamed down on Lucy’s face.

  Lucy was still feeling sick when Oliver came home from work that day. They were on the living room couch. Julian and Dylan took care of her. Oliver asked what the problem was, and Lucy told him. She stared at her feet all the time as she spoke of drinking and telling Natasha’s secret, unable to look Oliver in the eye. Oliver didn’t get angry, but his disappointed look hurt more than any punishment he could have given Lucy. He said Lucy needed to apologize to Natasha first.

  And so she did when the girl came home after the detention. The alcohol effect had already faded, and Natasha was no longer happy. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she certainly couldn’t even sit.

  “I’m sorry,” Lucy said. They were in Natasha’s room, the door closed. “Forgive me, please.”

  “I need some time alone.” Natasha said and pointed at the door. Lucy went out, staring at her feet.

  She knew what would come. Oliver had sent her to their room next.

  “Dude, are you in for a burger?” Dylan asked, urgently, as Lucy went on her way down the hall to her bedroom. Julian stared at him confused for a second, but then he understood.

  “Sure, sure,” he said, already getting up.

  ∞∞∞

  Lucy shivered as she entered the room. Oliver was standing next to a chair, that was positioned beside the bed. Lucy knew that Oliver would never do more than the girl could handle. However, punishments aren’t fun scenes. They are serious. They are, after all, punishments. Lucy knew that Oliver wouldn’t cross her limits, but that limit itself was far from comfortable for her.

  “Strip,” Oliver ordered, seriously. Lucy still didn’t look at him. She took off her clothes, slowly and hating the moment. First her skirt, then she lowered her panties, took off her shirt and bra. She was naked, vulnerable. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could have sworn Oliver would hear. But what she feared most was that he would see how aroused she was, even though she knew it was a punishment.

  “Do you know why you’ll be punished?” he asked, firmly. He was wearing a white shirt but began to roll his sleeves up. Lucy shifted in place with the sight.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Because I disobeyed you…” she replied, feeling her cheeks burning.

  “Yes. I gave you a direct order, and you disobeyed it. I had asked you before if you knew the rules of our relationship. Do you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re in this relationship because you want. You said you wanted to obey me. And you agree to get the consequences. Right?”

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured again.

  “Get ready, then. Bend over that chair,” he ordered. Lucy slowly went to the chair and leaned over it so that its back held her butt up in place. It was not the most comfortable position. She preferred when he put her on pillows on the bed. She was short, so she had to be on her tiptoes, which added to the discomfort. On top of that, it left her with full exposure.

  Lucy heard the noise Oliver’s belt made as he got it from his pants. A shiver of fear ran through her body. She noticed that her hands were sweating and cold. At any moment, she knew the first stroke would come with incredible pain.

  “Hold the chair and don’t take your hands off it. If you take it off, I’ll have to tie you up. Safety measures, I don’t want to hurt your hands. Understood?”

  Lucy could barely say yes. Hurt my hands, what about my butt? She thought. The fear of the stroke that would occur anytime was so great that it sped up her heart, and the pain was so tangible she could already feel it. Anytime now. Anytime.

  “Lucy?!” Oliver called. Lucy jumped in place and looked back. She was so focused on the moment the punishment would begin that she hadn’t heard the last few sentences. “Pay attention. I want you to count the strokes. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, feeling a twinge of irritation. She hated counting the strokes because she had to be paying attention. She couldn’t just turn off her mind and go with the emotions.

  Again, she waited for it to begin. Why didn’t he start soon? She was getting impatient already. She couldn’t keep looking back to check. Her calf hurt from tiptoeing. Fear started fading at the delay. What was he waiting for...?

  And the first stroke of the belt hit her so hard that a burst of pain immediately shot up into her brain, nearly darkening her eyes for a second. She shouted but counted:

  “One!” she yelled, and the next blow landed on her ass, but she had no time to protest, to think of anything else. “Two!” she roared as she danced in place in pain, “three!” she shouted feeling the next stroke. He was going too fast with no time for the thousands of thoughts in her head. “Four!” her protest could not take shape, she couldn’t voice it. She screamed and danced in place as she said, “five! Stop, sir, please!” she said, letting go of the chair at once.

  Oliver stopped.

  “I told you not to let go. I’ll have to tie you in place,” he said, menacingly.

  “No, sir, it’s because it’s going too fast and hard, it’s hurting too much and...”

  “It’s a punishment,” Oliver said and put a hand on her back, leading her into place. “Do you want to use your keyword?”

  “No, sir.” Lucy said. “I’ll take it until the end.”

  “Then, hold the chair and if you let go again, we’ll start from scratch and I’ll tie you up.” Oliver said. Before she could say anything else, the next stroke hit her. She roared and moaned, but didn’t count, so Oliver gave her another stroke, which got pretty much the same result, but this time he said, “six, come on, do you want to start over?”

  “Seven!” she said in an attempt to correct him, but at the same moment, the stroke hit her again in burning pain. “Eight!”, again the belt fell at the same time as the count, almost in a competition. Lucy began to cry in pain. She held so tightly to the chair that her hand was burning. Oliver felt a little pity and slowed the pace. The next two were a few seconds apart so Lucy could recover between them.

  “The last two will be the hardest. Did you understand? Tell me, I want to hear it.” Oliver said, and Lucy could barely answer, but she agreed, nodding. She screamed when the next two strokes landed, “eleven, twelve!” in a row, fast and hard. Lucy dropped the chair, getting down from the tiptoe, crying, and grabbing her bottom. Oliver wanted to comfort her, but she needed to learn. The punishment wasn’t over yet.

  “No.” He said and took the girl’s hands up, preventing her from caressing her bum. “You’ll feel it burning.” But then he hugged her, and she reciprocated. He kissed her head while letting her cry for a while until he said:

  “What you did was very serious. I want you to sit in that same chair and write an apology letter to Natasha and a sheet about the harmful effects of alcohol. You will do this for the next two hours. If I think it’s good, you’re free, but if not, you’ll do it again. This’s to show you it’s a real punishment. Boring. Painful.”

  Lucy stared at him in disbelief but said nothing because she knew it would only make her situation worse. S
he wanted them to go to bed, to hug, and maybe she would even get a massage and other things. Her bum felt on flames.

  He got the chair and put it in front of the desk. There were already some sheets of paper and pens waiting there. Lucy stared at the wooden chair. It would not be comfortable to sit there for two hours, especially after the spanking.

  She considered protesting, but Oliver raised an eyebrow, waiting. Then, defeated, she went to the chair and sat down, trying to find a more comfortable way to do that.

  “And what are you going to do while I’m here?” she asked. He smiled, mean.

  “I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll have a pizza.”

  “You mean!” Lucy exclaimed. She felt the surge of irritation rising inside her.

  “I’ll be back to check on your progress. I’ll leave this here to remind you what will happen if I don’t think you’re concentrating.”

  He put his belt on the table, and Lucy swallowed hard, shifting in place.

  “I love you,” Oliver said and kissed her. “Now, work.”

  Lucy stared at the paper and then tried to give Oliver a sad look, pouting, trying to convince him to change his mind. It was no good. Oliver smiled, closed the door behind him, and Lucy heard it slam shut. She immediately got to her feet to rub her ass and see if the pain eased a little that way.

  Lucy started crying after a while staring at all the work in front of her. It was a really effective punishment. First, a painful spanking, second, being there doing boring work, and third, being there without him.

  She was feeling left out and lonely, when Oliver entered the room. It definitely hadn’t been two hours since he left her there, not even fifteen minutes. He went directly to her, to hug her. She kept crying, putting her head in his chest. He made her get up and took her to bed, where he lay down too.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” She said, sobbing uncontrollably.

  “It’s, okay, sweetheart. It’s over. You’re forgiven.”

  “I’m the worst submissive.” Lucy said, letting out what was heavy in her chest.

  “You’re the best. I love you.” Oliver said, still cuddling her.

  Chapter 10. The Talk

  The next day, Lucy’s ass was covered in bruises and she couldn’t stop staring at them in the mirror. It made her horny just to look at them. Oliver had put on an aftercare oil to soothe the pain before bed, but that hadn’t stopped the bruising the next day. She liked to wonder what people would say if they knew that she had a secret beneath her skirt.

  Everyone usually had breakfast in the cafeteria. But that day, Oliver had woken up early and was waiting for them at the dinner table. He put milk, orange juice, cereal, bread, and butter there and waited. Natasha left the room sometime later and stared at it, confused.

  “Good morning?” she said, inquiringly.

  “Good Morning. Sit down, please.” Oliver said, seriously, pointing at the table. Natasha gave him a funny look.

  “What?”

  “I made coffee,” he said and pointed at the table again. Natasha laughed and sat down, grabbing a toast. “Let’s wait for the others. I want to talk to you.”

  “I knew this wasn’t right!” Natasha exclaimed, but Lucy showed up just in time.

  Lucy hesitated before Natasha, feeling her face warm up. She was still very embarrassed about what she had done. Natasha looked at her too but smiled.

  “It’s fine, Lucy.”

  “Do you forgive me?” Lucy asked, approaching her, almost whimpering. Oliver had made her write the apology letter after all, and the thought of delivering it made Lucy very embarrassed, but she would do it anyway.

  “Yeah. I was sorry for the punishment Oliver gave you, and it was also my fault for taking the drinks there.” Natasha said. Lucy hugged her and handed her the letter.

  Natasha opened it and read right there, smiling as she did it. Then they hugged again, just as Julian appeared, dressed for class.

  “Julian, sit here with us,” Oliver said. Julian found that strange too, but went to the table, yawning.

  “Good Morning. What’s happening?”

  “Natasha, I called this meeting because I want to tell you something,” Oliver said, turning to her. Natasha frowned.

  “What? Are you going to say I’m a drunk slut, and I have to stop messing up?” she said, as if it was nothing. Julian and Lucy exchanged glances.

  “Quite the opposite. I want to tell you I know you have rebellious ideas or something like that, but many of your behaviors only hurt you. The government won’t fall because you drink like crazy and get hurt.”

  “I do what I want, Oliver, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” Natasha replied, defiantly.

  “I know. I don’t want to stop you or any of that. You can do whatever you want. But I really doubt you’re doing it all because it makes you feel good. I think you want to get attention. But I want to tell you we care about you. We like you. I don’t want to see you getting beaten up every day because you don’t follow the rules. I don’t want you to get in here passing out from drugs and alcohol. I want you to be fine. We all do.”

  “He’s right,” Julian added. The silence fell for a moment.

  “Why are you saying that?” Natasha asked, frowning and, for the first time, they could see a Natasha without masks, without that extrovert costume.

  “Because we care about you. We don’t like to see you hurt. We don’t like to see others making fun of you. We love you. I don’t want you in jail, expelled, or something like that,” Oliver said. Natasha widened her eyes, unconsciously. “Even though we’ve only known each other since the beginning of term, you’re cool, funny, and very smart. You don’t need to hurt yourself. And don’t tell me about this conspiracy stuff.”

  “It’s true, Natasha,” Lucy said.

  “If you want to change, we’ll help, okay?” Oliver added. “I know that’s pretty hard to change, especially if that’s a reputation you got since school. But you can do it.”

  “I don’t understand… I don’t understand why you’re telling me this now. I don’t understand. It has nothing to do with you, it’s my problem.” Natasha said, shaking her head.

  “I told you, we care about you.” Oliver continued.

  “Why? Why do you care, I don’t understand?” Natasha murmured, almost to herself.

  “I get it,” Julian said, resting his hand on Natasha’s shoulder and looking into her eyes. “I couldn’t understand how anyone could love me either, especially not after my dad said no one would ever love me because I’m gay,” Julian confessed. The silence fell heavier. “But with time I realized that there’re many people out there who love us. Our friends. Just because some don’t, it doesn’t mean none will.”

  “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean, yeah, my parents aren’t the best... and I’ve always been very lonely. Natasha’s a weirdo. Natasha’s crazy. What did Natasha do now? Who will Natasha sleep with? Which drug are you going to use now?” she said, sad. “But… but… this is me. I don’t know what else I would be.”

  “That’s not you,” Oliver added. “These are a bunch of actions you’ve been doing for a long time, but it doesn’t mean they define you. You can change. I don’t want you to change for me, because I’m telling you to do it. I want you to do what makes you happy. And I’m pretty sure all of this don’t.”

  Natasha had always been like that. Since she could remember, she couldn’t stand teachers scolding her, her parents telling her what to do. She decided she would fight back or get killed before. But, with time, this made everyone get away from her. The class clown doesn’t really have many friends, especially if they’re dragged into punishment with them. It’s good to laugh of them but not to receive the same consequences as them. She kept doing it because she didn’t know what else to do.

  Natasha said nothing else, but she looked down. Lucy shifted uncomfortably in place, still feeling the spanking. Julian looked at the clock.

  “God, I’ll be late for training!�
� he exclaimed, getting up and grabbing a toast. Natasha smiled. Oliver also began to get some food and Lucy kneeled in the chair to give her butt a break. Soon they were talking about other stuff until they were all ready to leave for their classes.

  Lucy and Natasha had a class together. At first, they were silent. Natasha had not yet fully recovered from the talk and Lucy still felt very ashamed. Natasha looked at Lucy, so tiny, and wondered what her butt would look like after the spanking. She would hate to be in a relationship with Oliver, but she had to admit that he had been very nice.

  “Lucy, you bought me a big problem!” Natasha exclaimed as if she was back to normal. Lucy looked at her with her big black eyes.

  “What?”

  “Dylan now won’t leave me alone. What will I do? He now knows that I’d give him a chance. He already started texting me, asking me how I’m doing, what I’m up to…”

  “Oh, Natasha... I’m sorry,” Lucy said, looking down, feeling her cheeks burn, but Natasha laughed.

  “Sorry! Hah, now you have to help me choose my outfit for the date.”

  “What? Have you decided you’re going out with him?” Lucy asked, clapping her hands over her mouth in surprise.

  “I’ll try it. I decided it now, after breakfast. After... the conversation.”

  “But what about all the talk of not being with anyone because of politics...?”

  “Never mind. I want to give people a chance. Oliver is right. If I stop doing what makes me happy, they’re winning, aren’t they?” Natasha said and smiled. Lucy hugged her excitedly.

  “Wow! Wow! I love choosing outfits! Do you know where you’re going?”

  “No! What does he like to do?” Natasha asked, and Lucy put her hand in front of her mouth, giggling. Natasha stared at her.

  “Sex!” Lucy said and laughed. Natasha also started to laugh.

  “You silly! Besides that!”

  “I think Dylan can enjoy any situation. Eating a pizza or parachuting.”

  Natasha smiled.

  “Yeah. Maybe that could work. He’s really my type, anyway. I will let him choose what he wants to do. I hope he doesn’t let me down.”