Bullied Nerdy-Girl
Kay shoots out a hand to grab you by the hair. You scramble along on all fours as she drags you to the bed and drapes you over it, your rear sticking out, vulnerable -- the panties all but vanished between your cheeks.
Your tormentor raises her open palm and winds back. "Time for a lesson!"
[Remember that spanking you gave yourself? Repeat it, but this time go faster and harder.]
"Whew!" Kay shakes the fatigue from her arm. "Well - ? Aren't you going to thank me?"
You're no fool. "Thank you," you mutter into the bedspread.
"I'm sorry, what's that?" Her voice takes on a mock-quizzical tone. "I didn't hear you." Before you can react, she plows on. "Oh! I see; you want another lesson, you overachiever. Okay!"
[Punish your backside once more. Do you think the neighbors can hear all this slapping?]
"NOW, what do you say?"
[Say, "Thank you for the spanking," loud as you dare.]
"Good girl! A-plus!"