Spanked at Dance
The alarm woke Jess up at 7a.m. on Saturday. She loved dance but hated getting up so early on a Saturday. She even had dance on Sunday which meant she had no days to sleep in. She rolled out of bed and then fixed the sheets on her bed. She went downstairs and ate a light breakfast with her dad before heading back to her room to get ready. She took off her pyjamas and bra and put on her white tights and black leotard. She fixed her blonde hair into a tight bun and put on her dancing shoes. She put on her jacket over her dancing clothes and her dad dropped her off to dance.
The dance studio was very old. It had one main dance room with a large mirror stretching the whole way along the wall and a pole in front of it. The second floor was where the trophy cabinet was and the dance teachers room. Jess came into the dance room and there were already many girls there. Jess spotted her friend Denise and went over to her.
“Hey Denise!” Said Jess enthusiastically.
“Hey. We still going into the city after dance?” she asked.
“Yeah of course, if your still up for it,”
“Yeah! I can’t wait.” The girls talked for a bit longer until the dance teacher, Ms. Olivia, came down. She was an elderly lady, maybe in her 60’s, who was a very good dance teacher. She spoke in a very posh English accent. She was strict when teaching dancing because she was very competitive and always wanted to win the dance competitions when they came along. When she wasn’t teaching dancing, she was the nicest lady ever. She was so kind and sweet and you would never catch her in a bad mood.
“O.K girls, get into your positions!” she said cheerfully while capping her hand to get everyone’s attention. The dance move for their upcoming competition was an interesting one where all 24 girls got into a straight line with a partner beside them. Unfortunately, Jess was paired with Tori, who she despised. Tori had something against Jess but Jess didn’t know what. Jess thought it was because she was popular and Tori wasn’t. Jess’s group of friends were sometimes hated because they were the “cool kids”. All they ever really did to Tori and her group of friends was ignore them.
Jess stood beside Tori and got into the starting position.
“Hope you fall,” snarled Tori. Jess just ignored her. The music came on and they began to dance. During the dance move, there is one part where Jess must jump and Tori must catch her, but when Jess jumped into the air, Tori took a step to the side and Jess fell to the floor. During her fall Jess, deliberately yanked Tori’s hair.
“Are you two sweeties all right?” asked Ms. Olivia politely, oblivious to what was going on. They both nodded their heads and the dance teacher told them to carry on and perfect the move. Jess was happy that she yanked Tori’s hair. Jess was by no means an angel. She hated Tori since the first day they met and they have been at each other since. Their bickering has mostly been verbal but Jess did occasionally like to get physical. She felt more powerful because she was prettier and more popular. It also didn’t help that every boy Tori fancied was into Jess.
An hour passed without incident but then when they began to do the same move again Jess kicked Tori full force in the shin “by accident”. Tori reacted by stomping down hard on Jess’s foot.
“Ah! You BITCH!” shouted Jess in pain.
“Watch your language young lady,” snapped Ms. Olivia, suddenly transitioning from a nice lady to a scary one you wouldn’t want to mess with. Jess apologised and Ms. Olivia asked if Tori was all right. There were a couple of more minor scuffs between the girls during the rest of the 3-hour session but that was it. When the dance lesson was over, Jess went over to Denise and they drank water with the rest of the girls. Jess noticed Tori going upstairs with Ms. Olivia. Jess put on her jacket, drank her water and was about to leave to go to the city with Denise but she heard Ms. Olivia calling her name.
“Jess could you please hold on a second and come up to my office,” she said in a slightly serious tone.
“It depends how long it will be, I’m going to the city now with Denise,” said Jess.
“Well you may have to cancel because this is important.” Jess sighed and said O.K and told Denise they could just do it tomorrow. Then she followed Ms. Olivia up the stairs to her office. Tori was sitting on the couch in her office. Jess had no idea what was going on. She was told to sit in the chair opposite her desk and Tori was told to go sit in the seat next to her. Ms. Olivia sat in her chair behind the desk.
“Jess I called you here because I have received allegations of you bullying your fellow dancers,” she informed a shocked Jess. Jess just gaped at her.
“Well at least you are not denying it. Tori has said she played a small roll in it as well and she has apologised but said she did not hurt you physically. On the other hand, you hurt her physically twice. I saw the hair pulling and she showed me her bruise on her shin where you kicked her.”
“Miss this is unfair. She is just as guilty!” Jess complained.
“Yes, but she just did little things which she has taken full responsibility for and has agreed that she broke a bit of the anti-bullying policy.” Ms. Olivia responded.
“I did as much as she did!” Jess said. The dance teacher shook her head.
“Sweetie, you broke the anti-bullying policy completely. You committed verbal and physical damage to a fellow dancer as well as leave visible evidence on another person’s body. A breach of the anti-bullying policy means I have no choice but to dismiss you from this dance club,” said Ms. Olivia. Jess’ mind was racing. She loved this club and didn’t want to leave and she would have to tell her parents what happened. She began to plead with her dance teacher who didn’t seem like the nice lady she usually was.
“Jess, you are an excellent dancer, if I may say the best we have. But I cannot have a dancer in this club that bully’s fellow dancers. I have no intention to dismiss you as that would be a major loss. This is not the first time I have had good dancers like you break the rules. I only ever dismissed one because she didn’t like my alternative proposal. The reason I am such a good dance teacher is because of the way I am scary when I teach. Back in the day when I was in my 30’s I used to punish girls with corporal punishment if they did not dance well. Nowadays, any form of corporal punishment is illegal. But, I still do offer it to girls that break the rules. It is a way I know that will teach them a lesson. So my proposal is, you either get dismissed from this club or you take corporal punishment.” Jess stared at her dance teacher.
“I love this club so I will take the corporal punishment,” she said thinking it couldn’t be that bad.
“ok then. Tori, since you are the victim I will allow you to watch as a did with my past victims. Jess you can stand up and walk over to that couch.” Jess did as she was told. Ms. Olivia sat on the couch.
“O.K. I want you to just lay across my knee. I will spank your bottom good and hard,” informed the lady.
“What! That’s just weird I thought I was like getting my hands smacked with a ruler or something!” jess argued. Ms. Olivia laughed.
“I tried that before and it is ineffective. I feel a spanking on the bottom is more effective as well as more embarrassing for you which makes the punishment worse for you. I prefer to make you embarrassed as well as spank you so you feel the pain and discomfort. I like mixing it up,” she said while patting her lap indicating for Jess to get over her lap. Jess rolled her eyes and started to get over her lap.
“Sweetie wait. Take off your jacket first. With all the moving you will be doing I think you will feel warm,” said Ms. Olivia. Jess took off her jacket and put it on the hook behind her. Then she walked over to her dance teacher and slowly lay over her lap. She was still in her dance gear.
“I take it you have never been spanked, am I correct?” she asked.
“Yes,” gulped Jess. Ms. Olivia just gave a little “very well then” and then slapped Jess’ bottom. She spanked it hard 10 more times.
“Ouch!! This is sore!” complained Jess.
“Well you should have thought about the pain you were causing Tori when you were bullying her,” said Ms. Olivia. She kept spanked Jess. Ms. Olivia pulled back Jess’ leotard, giving her a wedgie, and continued to spank her on her white tights. Tori was having a good laugh. Jess tried to ignore her. She clenched her fists and tried not to think about the pain or about how stupid she looked lying across Ms. Olivia’s lap. 10 minutes passed and Jess’ bottom started to sting with every spank.
“O.K. I think that’s enough,” announced Ms. Olivia. Jess got off her lap and stood up. She rubbed her bottom a little. Ms. Olivia went and sat down at her desk and told Tori and Jess to sit in the seat across her desk.
“Tori, since you admitted to me that you took part in some hurtful things to Jess, you don’t get to watch the rest of the punishment as I feel that if you witness it you may spread rude rumours,” she said.
“Wait my punishment is not over?” interrupted Jess.
“Jess, I will get to you. It is not nice to interrupt,” snapped Ms. Olivia.
“As well as the possibility of you spreading hurtful rumours, I do not wish to waste your time as this will be a rather lengthy punishment because I take a breach of anti-bullying policy very seriously as I have done with past breaches,” continued Ms. Olivia.
“I do usually offer you the opportunity to watch the entire punishment but I feel that because you said hurtful things to Jess you don’t deserve to watch the rest. So, you can go now and you are welcome back next Saturday.”
“I fully understand miss, thank you,” said Tori politely as she got up and left. Jess was wondering what was going to happen.
“Well Jess, let us talk first before we get on with your punishment. I’m disappointed that you bullied Tori and I know she did some things to you but when she did you should have come to me. Now because Tori came to me first, her punishment was just a lecture and I suspended her from tomorrows dance class. Your punishment is worse because you did worse to her and you know it,” Jess gave a little nod “so next Saturday I want you to apologise to Tori and I hope you can put it behind yourselves. Now that I have lectured you on the bullying issue the is something I have been meaning to talk to you about for a while. You have not been performing at your best. You look like you are the worst dancer at training when we both very well know you are the best. I just think it is laziness. Or are you friends holding you back? Because I never had a dancer in my class that was as popular as you. Now, I used to work at a school 30 years ago and what I did when girls were not performing to their best level was thrash their feet and even sometimes their bottoms. It worked tremendously well. But then of course came in laws and I couldn’t punish the kids so then I opened private dance clubs. That means I can spank you if you agree to it which you did. I don’t want to expel you from the club because you are our best dancer but some steps will have to be taken to make your behaviour and performance better. Now, the thing is that this punishment may take 2 hours because you have a really big bottom and it is probably the biggest I have ever spanked. God, it is even bigger than some of the senior student’s bottoms. For your age, I think that is crazy. It will take a good bit for me to spank your bottom so you really feel the pain. Now it goes without saying that you are suspended for tomorrows lesson so you will have a whole week for your bottom to heal. Let us get on with it so, stand up.”
Jess stood up and fixed her lopsided leotard.
“O.K sweetie, will you please take off your leotard, tights, panties and shoes. I want you completely naked for your punishment. Jess gasped and began to protest and say no.
“If you do not do it you are welcome to leave and never come back,” said Ms. Olivia. Jess began to undress. She was cautious about how much of her body she showed to others, especially in photos because she knew that boys, even some way older than her, admired her body. She was quite gorgeous after all. She timidly slipped off one string on her shoulder. Then the same thing with the other shoulder. She pulled the leotard down and took it off. With one hand covering her boobs, she peeled down her white tights and took off her dancing shoes. Finally, she slipped off her white panties. She covered all her private areas with her hands as Ms. Olivia put Jess’ clothes away inside a drawer.
“Right that’s better. Now, take that chair and place it in front of the sofa,” ordered Ms. Olivia. Jess did as she was told. When the chair was in place Ms. Olivia made Jess kneel on the chair and put her hands on the sofa. She was on all fours and felt extremely awkward.
“O.K, good girl. Now, how about I try spanking you with a flip-flop because my hand is rather sore after the earlier spanking,” said to herself. She went over to her desk and rummaged through a desk drawer until she pulled out a flip-flop. She walked over to wear Jess was kneeling in position. She patted her bottom with the flip-flop, then she raised her arm high in the air and brought it down with force on Jess’ bottom which was nicely raised. With every spank, Jess swayed forward and backwards. She hated being spanked on all fours because she knew what she was exposing and every time she swayed back and forth her boobs would move too and it was humiliating. Jess began to let out screams every time she got hit. It was getting too painful for Jess and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 5 minutes passed and Ms. Olivia was still thrashing Jess’ red bottom. Jess’ tears were flowing fast and her mascara was going all over her face. Finally, Ms. Olivia stopped spanking Jess and went to her desk. She came back and gave Jess a tissue to wipe her face. she was still on all fours with her knees on the chair and her hands on the sofa facing the wall. Ms. Olivia caught Jess by surprise when she smacked her feet 10 times with the flip-flop. It stung Jess but the pain in her bottom was 1 million times worse.
“That bottom is looking nice and red. I don’t think you can take much more so you can stay in that position while I do some work for 30 minutes. Then after that we will move onto the final part of your punishment. Are you learning a lesson?” asked Ms. Olivia.
“Yes mam,” responded Jess, choking back tears.
“Good, because that is the whole point. Now, stay in that position, face the wall and I do not want to see you turning your head a round or trying to touch your bottom.” Jess hated having to stay in the humiliating position. She could just feel the eyes of Ms. Olivia on her. It was a strange sensation and all she wanted to do was turn her head to see if Ms. Olivia really was looking at her bottom. 30 minutes passed and Ms. Olivia told Jess she could stand up.
“Nearly there sweetie. Your 14, right?” she asked.
“Yes,” answered Jess.
“Then I will give you 14 strokes of the cane. A stroke for every year. Please stand in the centre of the room and bend down and touch your ankles.” Jess walked to the centre and bent down. Ms. Olivia pulled out the cane from a wardrobe in the corner. She instructed Jess to count each stroke.
WHACK
“one”
WHACK
“two”
WHACK
“Owwww three”
WHACK
“Ouch four”
WHACK
“five”
WHACK
“six”
WHACK
“seven”
Ms. Olivia told her to stand up.
“Right, I am going to ask you to go over to my desk and bend over it. Reach and grab the end of the table. Legs apart a bit for better balance.” Jess got into position and Ms. Olivia swung the cane.
CRACK
“One”
“The last time I checked we were on seven. Would you like me to go back to one?” asked the dance teacher.
“No mam,” cried Jess.
“Good let’s try that again”
CRACK
“Eight”
CRACK
“Ow, nine”
CRACK
“Ten”
CRACK
“Ouchhhh Eleven”
CRACK
“Twelve”
CRACK
“Thirteen”
CRACK
“Owwwwww 14!!”
Ms. Olivia rubbed Jess’ aching bottom. There were now 14 clearly visible lines on her swollen bottom.
“Grab your clothes and put them on. From now on I expect to see you dancing better. I will not use corporal punishment to make you dance better. But I will make you attend extra lessons. And if I EVER catch you breaking this dance club’s policies again you will receive 100 strokes of the cane over a 4-hour punishment session. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes miss. I promise to follow the rules,” jess said as she put on her coat over her leotard.
“Good! Now off you go and I will see you next Saturday. I recommend you put some soothing cream on your bottom so the bruising won’t hurt as much over then next week,” said Ms. Olivia. Jess left the dance club and walked straight home, rubbing her bottom all the way.
THE END
