Making the Grade, pt 2 by Kimberly

Making the Grade, pt 2 by Kimberly

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A follow up to Ally's story, told in Making the Grade.

Summary

A follow up to Ally's story, told in Making the Grade.

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Submitted: November 21, 2009

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Submitted: November 21, 2009

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"Alicia Marie, come down here! Now!" Ally froze in her tracks when she
heard this. Her father only used her full name when he was angry, and she
did not want him to be angry today. Angry usually meant she was in for a
whipping, and she was still sore from the one Professor Grey had given her
the night before last. Besides, she still bore the evidence of that
spanking all over her bottom! Surely, Daddy would want to know how they'd
gotten there, and she did NOT want to explain what had gone on in the
Professor's office. Particularly what he'd done besides the spanking. Daddy
would whip her ten times as much if found out.
"Coming, Daddy" she yelled back. She ran all the way to his study, not
wanting to incite his anger by making him wait. He sat there with his
elbows on the desk, his head resting on his hands and watched her for a few
minutes before he spoke. This was a routine she knew well. She was positive
he did this so she would go crazy trying to figure out what she had done
that he knew about. In the course of an average week, she knew she probably
deserved a spanking (by Daddy's standards) at least 3 or 4 times! The trick
was to try to figure out which sin he knew about and confess to try to win
a bit of leniency. The trick also was not to let him know more than he
already did. As you can probably surmise, this is not an easy trick to pull
off.
She was becoming more and more nervous as the minutes ticked by. What is
it he knows?? Maybe it's only the detention she got for smart-mouthing Miss
Radcliffe, the dean. That wouldn't be so bad...20, maybe 30 licks from
Daddy's belt at the most. She could handle that...as long as he didn't tell
her to remove her panties.
"Do you have something you'd like to say to me, Ally?" Oooooh, how she
hated it when his voice sounded like that! So....menacing. Should she try
for the detention?or feign inocence? She squirmed a little, trying not to
be too obvious.
"Daddy, I'm not feeling too good right now. Can we maybe have our talk
tomorrow?" she asked. Maybe the marks would be gone by then.
"I'll ask you one more time, young lady, and then I am going to double
your punishment for trying to be evasive. You know very well all children
must learn their lessons, Ally." Just hearing the words again sent shivers
up her spine. Briefly, her mind drifted to Tuesday night, when she had
*earned* the 'A' in English Lit. She could see the image of the two of them
in her mind...her bent over her professors stool; him thrusting in and out
of her poor sore bottom as he finished her spanking. Her face flushed and
her voice shaking, she finally said "I'm sorry for talking that way to Miss
Radcliffe, Daddy. I was wrong, and I promise it will never happen again."
"I see." he said, which told her he really didn't see at all. Oh no, what
else could he know??? "Anything else you'd like to tell me before we
begin?" Whatever it was, it was serious. He was angry, angrier than he'd
been in a long time. He was holding his hands so tightly together now that
his knuckles had turned white. His voice was low and onimous and the
corners of his mouth were tight.
"I-I-I don't think so..." She was trembling now. She was in trouble, that
much was sure. But he couldn't know about the professor....could he?
"All right, then, darling. If that is how you want it. I suppose I will
have to tell you then, what it is I want to discuss. I received a letter in
this morning's mail. It was from Kristen. Seems she was worried about you,
since you hadn't called or come back to the dorm's since Tuesday. She was
particularly worried about what it was you had planned to do that night.
Are you sure you don't have anything to tell me, Ally. This is your last
chance."
Through a pale face and trembling lips, she whispered "No, sir." She knew
if she opened her mouth now it could only get worse. Bad enough he would
think she had tried to seduce her teacher...if he knew what she really
did....
"All right then. I will also tell you this. I called Professor Grey. He
told me that you had indeed come to him that night. He also told me that
you had tried to pout your way to a better grade, but that he didn't let
that happen. Instead, as I understand it, you were offered extra-curricular
work to improve your grade. You will do this work, Ally. You're going to
receive your spanking today, not just for the bad grades, but for trying to
get out of it without working for it. I understand Professor Grey also
found you in need of a whipping. I have informed him that until your work
is made up, he has my full permission to repeat that whipping as he sees
fit. You will report to his office after school every Monday, Wednesday and
Friday until you have brought your grades back up. Am I making myself
clear?"
"Y-Yes, sir" She was trying hard not to let him see the releif in her
eyes. He didn't know, after all! Well, at least not all of it. What about
the "extra-curricular" work, though? What was that about? Oh well, time
enough to worry about that Monday. Right now, she was just thankful that
her Daddy thought the worst thing she'd done was be lazy and petulant.
"Assume the position, honey. It's time." His voice sounded much kinder
now, and she knew alot of his anger would be passed on through his hands
and belt. And afterwards, he would be her loving Daddy again, and she his
princess.
She walked across the room to the Bar. The bar was a slender piece of
wood, smooth on its surface, that was held up on either end so it was about
3 feet high. She bent over the Bar and grabbed her ankles. The purpose of
the Bar, her Daddy had told her long ago, was to make sure she didn't hurt
herself by falling over during her punishment. She was nervous, but not as
much as she had been earlier. She heard Daddy getting his belt down from
the rack and felt a familiar tingling on the cheeks of her tush.  She hoped
it would be a short one.
"Ready?" he asked "It's time to learn your lesson, Ally, darling." With
that he brought the belt down on her rear. Shhhwaack! "This isn't going to
do at all" he said. "Pull down those jeans, girl, and be quick." She did as
she was told, but her panties started to come down too. She rushed to try
to get them back up (Some small part in her mind was convinced he would
know what she'd let Professor Grey do to her ass if her saw it naked), but
he said "No! Those too. I'd say you definately deserve a bare-bottom
whipping." Reluctantly, she began to pull them down too. Whack! She yelped
in surprise at the blow that caught her hand and ass unexpectedly. "I said
to be quick!"
She resumed her former position, hands wrapped around her ankles. With her
panties and jeans around her lower thighs, she felt exposed and vulnerable.
He resumed the whipping and it was much more painful on her bare flesh.
  "Owwwww!" she cried "I'll be good, Daddy, I promise!!!!"  WHACK!! "Daddddyyyy,
pleeeeaaasse!!!" WHACK!  WHACK WHACK WHACK! she was crying hard now
and it was so hard not to let go of her ankles and try to protect her poor
burning ass. It felt like it was on fire! The thick leather of Daddy's belt
was always quick to burn. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!! She knew she
wouldn't be able to take much more without screaming; thankfully, it didn't come to
that. Daddy stopped, as abruptly as he'd began. His face was red and he was
panting from the exertion. "You may go to your room now, Ally. And don't
even think about missing school tomorrow, understood?"
She stood on shaky legs, wanting to cover herself, but dreading the way
the jeans would surely intensify the burning of her ass. "owwwwww" she
moaned as she tried to pull up her clothes. She wasn't quite crying
anymore, but hadn't quite stopped yet either. She looked at her Daddy, who
was back behind his desk, with a pitiful grimace and headed towards the
door. "Oh, come here, princess" he held his arms open for her. She half
stumbled-half ran to him and threw her arms around him, sobbing. "I'm so
sorry I was bad, Daddy!" she cried. "Just make sure you do everything
Professor Grey tells you from here on in. I have asked him to report any
disobedience, Ally, and any such report will make today's spanking look
like a hand shake!" Then he held her until her sobbing subsided and walked
her up to bed.
It was a bit awkward, walking back into English Lit and seeing Professor
Grey after what had happened. Two whippings in as many days had made
sitting in those wooden chairs quite difficult, and Ally found she couldn't
sit still for long. The Professor was eyeing her with a bit of annoyance,
and asked her a couple of times to stop distracting the class. If she
couldn't sit still, he said, he would have to ask her to come back after
class to do her work. Her eyes widened as she remembered her father's
warning. No way did she want Prof. Grey giving him a bad report. She tried
her best to sit still, but it was no use. In the end, he'd gotten angry (or
at least seemed to) and demanded she return after school for her *lessons*.
"Oh please please please don't let him spank me again," she thought, "My
bottom can't take any more!!!" Indeed her tush was still a deep mottled
red, and even black and blue in a couple of spots. Not to mention several
welts (including one across both thighs from Daddy's belt) that still
burned when ever her jeans rubbed across her panties. She hesitated outside
the class, not wanting to go in, but not daring to try skipping out on him.
Whatever he had in mind, she would have to go through with it.
"Come in, Ally. I have been waiting for you. You're late." His voice
sounded stern, but the desire in his eyes was evident. "Come over here, and
remove those God-forsaken jeans young lady!" He was pointing towards his
desk this time, and she realized it was cleared of all it's usual clutter.
In fact, the only things on the desk were the paddle and some ropes. In
spite of her trepidations, she found she was excited. She had experienced
something magical during their last session, and hoped it would happen
again today.
When she reached the desk, he instructed her to lay over the desktop. He
then proceeded to restrain her much the same as he did with the stool,
utilizing the legs of the desk to render her completely defenseless. He was
already growing hard, just looking at the obvious markings through her
panties. Her head was hanging over the other side and that is where he
went. He leaned down and whispered into her ear: "You are going to be my
slave for the rest of the semester. Be a good slave, an obedient slave, and
I will reward you in ways you never thought possible. Be a bad girl, a
disobedient and petulant slave, and you will be punished accordingly." He
heard the sharp intake of breath as this realization dawned on her. After
all, if she resisted, he would go to Daddy. He stood before her with her
face mere inches from his zipper and unbuckled his belt. She winced as she
watched him remove it. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out, brushing
against her lips. He nudged her slightly and she parted her lips. "Be a
good girl now, Ally, and don't even think of biting down...you're ass will
pay dearly if you do."
THWACK! Ohhh, thank goodness he left my panties on, she thought. He was
standing before her, using his belt to whip her while she sucked on him.
Despite the pain in her lower quadrons, she found the whole thing quite
erotic, and was definately getting wet fast, much to her embarrassment. She
was bouncing all over the desk with her very limited mobility. He grew
bigger and bigger in her mouth and she gobbled him up hungrily. It occured
to her, with some amazement, that it seemed incredibly large for having
been buried in her bottom. Well, in any case, she thought, it felt
wonderful!.SSSHHHHHHWWAAACCKKKK!!!!!!!!
He loved the feel of her screaming all around his cock when the belt
connected. He had planned it well...the belt went straight down the middle
of her fanny and wrapped up and around so that the very tip connected with
her labia. He held her head tightly to him, nearly choking her, to stifle
the scream...and it felt wonderful. He held for for a bit, soothing her,
until she calmed down. Then he pulled back and leaned down so he could see
her tear stained face. "Imagine a hundred licks like that...that is what
will happen if you disobey." Leaving her to imagine it for a few moments,
he moved around to the other side of the desk...to her poor, abused ass.
She heard a drawer open, then close; then, a piece of cold steel against
her hip. Scissors. He was cutting her panties off!!
As much as he loved the dainty little panties, he would have had to untie
her legs to remove them and he didn't want to do that. In a flash, they
were out of the way. And now he'd be able to keep them when she went home.
He picked up the paddle and gave her twenty or so rapid swats on her
already bruised cheeks. She was crying hard and trying to twist out of the ropes, to no avail, of course.
He felt a stab of pity looking at her ass. It must be torture just
to have the air touching it by now! He released her and led her to a couch
on the other side of the room. "You have a choice...you can take it from
the front, and receive the rest of your whipping on your breasts, or you
can take it from behind, and we'll finish up on your ass." She pondered
this for a few minutes and decided she absolutely could not take one more
blow to the tender flesh of her tush. Unable to make herself speak, she lay
on the couch. He immediately saw the spot where the belt had connected, and
bent over to kiss it tenderly. She moaned softly and raised her hips a
little.
He didn't allow her too much pleasure just yet; in time he would send her to new heights… but not just yet. Instead, he climbed between her legs andshowed her the next instrument of her punishment. A ruler. Although she'd
never been struck with one [Daddy always used his hand or his thick leather
belt], she could imagine how it would feel on the tender flesh of her
nubile breasts.  She momentarly forgot about it, however, when he slipped
inside her. He felt so big and so hard and so good all at once that she
almost forgot everything else. But a quick snap of the ruler brought her
back fast. He timed his strokes to match those of the ruler, thus giving
her simultanoeus pleasure and pain. He wanted her to equate the two, to
prepare her for the spankings that lay ahead for them. The ones when he
wouldn't keep such a tight rein on himself.
It wasn't long before she realized she hadn't saved her ass after all. The
friction of it rubbing on the couch was almost as bad as the spanking!! She
knew she'd be sitting funny for a week after this. Still she was in heaven.
She never felt anything like this: her bottom was on fire, and her breasts
were quickly catching up. The pain was intense and in the front of her
mind. But it was at least matched by the pleasure in her loins as he thrust
in and out of her. And although it was torture for him to increase the
speed and force of the blows, she begged for it nonetheless; it meant he
would move harder and faster within her as well. Soon she saw fireworks
going off in her mind...her breasts and ass hurt like the dickens, but it
only served to increase her orgasm. He saw it, felt it, and in that instant
he knew she would be the perfect slave. He pulled out and sprayed her
freshly whipped breasts with his essence, and was delighted when she
reached up to rub it in like a soothing lotion. In that moment, looking down at her with affection and more than a little pride, he knew this would last. They lay there silent, recovering from the intensity of this session, each spiraling in and out of reality as they thought about what had just transpired. One thing was sure, neither one of them would ever be the same again....
 


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