Babe Academy Chapter Five (Patreon)

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“Skank!”

     “Whore!”

     " Loser!” 

       "Fat ass"

     Grabbing a fistful of her opponent’s hair, Tiffany spun on her heals and tried to toss the other girl to the ground. Her foe, the beautiful blonde bombshell Susan, barely maintained her balance by gripping the other girl by the wrists, digging her perfectly polished nails into the supple flesh, making the sexy raven haired Tiffany hiss with pain. She lashed out with her palm, striking Susan across the face and sending her stumbling backwards.

     The blond regained her footing, glaring at her antagonist. Their disagreement over a boy at lunch had rapidly escalated into a roaring catfight-- a common sight at Babe Academy... or at least it had been, before Headmistress Hunter implemented her new rules. Now, anyone caught fighting disappeared into the campus’ new Detention Center... and though rumours abounded about what went on within it’s walls, the truth was nobody knew for sure what Doctor Waxler did with the girls who were sent there.

     “I saw him first, bitch,” Susan spat, glaring at Tiffany with mascara trailing down her cheeks.

     “So what, slut? He likes my booty better!” Tiffany countered, readying her nails for another strike.

     The other girls gathered to cheer their friends on, but the enthusiasm was diminished... everyone was walking on egg shells, worried about getting thrown into the detention center alongside their chosen combatant.  

     With a howl of fury, the two were at each other once more, scratching and clawing and pulling each other’s hair. With a tearing sound, Tiffany’s blouse tore open down the front, unleashing her magnificent tits, only barely contained by her bra.

     “You... fucking... slag!” she roared, striking Susan across the face so hard she tumbled to the floor. Tiffany pounced on top of her, straddling her hips, her large breasts wobbling as she attacked, going for Susan’s eyes. The blonde grabbed her by the wrists, squeezing, sinking her nails in, shrieking insults and curses in her foe’s face.

     “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

     The spectators broke ranks and scattered, leaving the fighters to accept their punishments alone. Ms. Hunter was on the scene moments later, stalking up to them, her high heels clacking aggressively on the tile, the Doctor trailing behind her. Elle grabbed Tiffany by the collar of her torn blouse and pulled her free with one tug, wrapping her powerful arms around her to hold her in place. After helping Susan to her feet, the Doctor did the same, and the two women held their wriggling charges in place even as they howled for more blood.

     “THAT’S ENOUGH!” The Headmistress commanded, and the girls slowly came to their senses... and realized the trouble they were in.

     “Come along, you two,” the Headmistress demanded, dragging her charge towards the Doctor’s office. “We know exactly how to deal with troublemakers like you!”

From the time they entered Dr. Waxler’s office, Tiffany and Susan barely had time to process what was happening... before they knew it, the two women had produced a pair of armless, straight-backed chairs, set them next to each other, settled themselves into the seats and had hauled the two brats across their knees. Tiffany looked up and realized she was looking right into Susan’s face, and her ridiculous predicament, face down and ass up over this amazonian woman’s knee, like a five year old, exactly mirrored her own. Tiffany jerked when she felt Ms. Hunter’s palm resting against her very vulnerable derriere, swallowing nervously. She knew there was a new policy about corporal punishment at the academy-- but surely they weren’t planning to...?

     The Headmistress brought her palm down on the seat of Susan’s skirt, wringing a surprised squawk out of the stunned young woman.

     WHACK! “OWWW!” Tiffany looked up towards the source of the noise and saw Susan struggling across Dr. Waxler’s lap, her eyes almost bulging out of her head after a solid swat made her bottom sting and wobble beneath her skirt.

     SWAT! “OHHH!” Tiffany gave a cry of her own, her feet kicking in the air reflexively behind her when The Headmistress brought her palm down against her bum sharply, raising a stinging tingle in her soft pink flesh.  

     The Doctor responded with another swat to Susan’s bottom, moments before Tiffany received another, followed swiftly by a couple more before suddenly taking hold of her skirt and flipping it up onto her back to reveal her plump, panty covered buns.

     “Hey!” she cried, instinctively reaching back to cover herself. Elle simply smiled and took her wrist, pinning it at the small of her back and immobilizing the girl across her lap. Tiffany squealed, Ms. Hunter’s palm cracking down at high speed, making her butt-cheeks jiggle. A glance up confirmed that Susan had suffered the same fate, the seat of her panties exposed to the room so the sinister Doctor could paddle her rump, making her kick and squeal.

     The swats rained down at a steady rate, making the girls bottoms all hot and tingly. They kicked and squealed and struggled futilely. The two powerful women were easily able to keep their nubile young charges firmly in place over their knees, grinning happily as they watched the redness beginning to peek out at the from under the leg bands of their panties.

     The spanks fell until the girls’ bottoms were thoroughly warmed. Then, shooting each other a wicked grin, the Headmistress and the Doctor reached into the waistband of their panties and yanked them down, exposing the delicate, pinkened flesh of their tushies to the room, eliciting a collective squeal of outrage from the students.

     “Oh, you little brats can just hush!” The Headmistress scolded, bringing her palm down on Tiffany’s bare butt with a stinging CRACK! “You two know the rules, and I’ll tell you both something else... not only is this not the end of your punishment, but you’re both in for a stint in the detention center after this!”

     Tiffany looked up again, seeing her own uncertainty and fear reflected in the face of her former foe. Their rivalry was on hold... at least until this ordeal was over, it would seem they were bonded together.   

     SMACK! WHACK! WHAP! CRACK! The spanks were coming down hard and fast now, the students kicking and squealing as the pert domes of their adorable little butts jiggled and wobbled, turning red under the sustained assault. The two women shared another grin, going about their chore with gleeful abandon.  

     At last, the girls’ kicking and howling reached fever pitch, their delicate little butts turning bright red in the air behind them. Tears were leaking down their cheeks, and they were perched on the verge of full-blown crying like preschoolers when the spanking mercifully ceased.

     Tiffany went limp, sagging across Ms. Hunter’s lap like an overcooked piece of asparagus. Her buns were sizzling behind her, and she gasped when she felt the Headmistress place a cool palm against the burning flesh of her backside, patting and squeezing gently.

     “There there, honey bunny,” Elle soothed, squeezing and rubbing the smooth hillocks of her tushy tenderly as she spoke. “It’s OK... you took your punishment like a brave girl,” she whispered, bending down to plant a wet smooch on the girl’s left buttock, making Tiffany squirm and sigh.

     “OK, that’s enough of that,” Elle said, helping Tiffany to her feet. The Doctor did the same with Susan, and soon the pair were standing in front of their smug looking punishers, reaching back to rub their stinging rumps. “Into the corner with you both,” The Headmistress said, taking them by the hand and leading them to opposite corners of the room. Their skirts were tucked into their waistbands at the back, exposing their blazing butt-cheeks to the room.

     “Hands on head and no rubbing,” the Headmistress said, smirking as she admired her handiwork. In the corners of the room, the students stood, bare buts glowing bright red behind them like a set of tail -lights. The urge to reach back and rub was nearly overwhelming, but somehow they resisted, wiggling their bottoms in the cool air in a futile attempt at soothing their discomfort.

     The Headmistress and the Doctor watched for a few minutes, enjoying the sight. Finally, Elle looked at Doctor Waxler and asked her to go ahead and start preparing the second part of the girls’ punishment.