An Equitable
Equation!
A Tempting Tanning Tale by Paris
Annette Morreau
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Khan raised his hand high & brought it down, soundly spanking
his naughty student. He smacked one chubby cheek & then spanked the other. Left,
right, left right. He could have been a drill sergeant, Susan thought.
"Owww!" Susan writhed on the Professor's lap. "I'm
really sorry!" She apologized, the spanks pleasantly tingling her bottom. "I
mean it this time!" She insisted in what she hoped was a more convincing performance.
She began kicking her legs. "Owww! I'll never do it again. I promise! Owww! Please
stop!"
"You will do all of the work again!" Khan stated,
spanking at the tops of Susan's thighs. "Tomorrow you will begin to solve each
equation in my presence & continue to do so each day until all of the previously
assigned work has been completed," Khan insisted, his singing accent making him sound
less serious than he was. He spanked each pink chub in turn.
"Thereafter, you will hand your work to me at the conclusion
of each class. If I suspect you have not done the work yourself, you will be
expelled!" He promised as he delivered loud smacks to her hot flesh.
"Okay. Okay." Susan agreed. "Please stop." She
pleaded. "I can't stand it anymore." She boldly lied.
Khan raised his hand up to his head & smacked it down in a
final hearty spank.
"Owwwww!"
"I have concluded your spanking." Khan informed Susan.
"You may rise."
Susan pulled herself off of her teacher's lap, her panties falling
to the floor as she stood up. Her face was as red as her bottom, but she was not crying.
While Khan looked through test papers, Susan quickly picked her panties up off of the
floor, put them on & tied them. She smoothed her skirt down. If Danny spanked her like
that, she'd never behave.
"I'm very sorry." Susan said as contritely as she could
while looking into her Professor's doubtful eyes. She put her hands behind her back &
rubbed her bottom, more for his benefit than her own. "I may have to do the work
standing up." She pouted.
"I do not care what position you use." Khan said,
believing Susan's performance . "After today, be prepared to stay in this room at the
conclusion of class."
"I will." Susan said nodding & rubbing. "May I
go now?"
"Yes, yes." Khan waved her away. "Go."
Susan turned around & walked, smiling, out of the class. That
was nothing, she thought, quietly giggling. Maybe I should switch my major to drama.
Danny's "warm ups" are worse than that. Now, how am I going to do each problem
in front of him without his finding out that I have all of the answers?
While Susan was bare bottomed over her teacher's lap, being
spanked for her misdeed, Danny stood at his desk & pushed the button on the answering
machine.
"Hey!" Julie's voice bellowed. "What happened? Did
Khan buy it? Call me!" She demanded before hanging up.
Danny frowned. He never knew what Julie was talking about when she
left a message. It was as though the two women had a language of their own. While he idly
wondered what Susan wanted her math teacher to buy, he looked with dismay at the papers
scattered on his desk. Susan's papers. She had a desk of her own in the room they used as
an office, & that was also covered with papers, as well as books, catalogs, days worth
of mail, & two bras. Her half of the dresser in their bedroom was just as cluttered as
the desks, & so were her nightstand & every available surface in the house.
Danny began to gather the papers into a neat pile while he thought
about how many times he'd spanked & scolded his messy girlfriend for littering his
desk & for strewing her belongings all over their house. He looked at the papers as he
picked them up. Algebra, he realized. She had whined & complained about that class for
the entire summer before school was even in session & for a good three weeks
thereafter. She must be doing all right, he thought, since she hadn't said a word about it
in over a month. He picked up one of the papers & looked at an equation & its
solution. He did not know whether the answer was correct or not, but he did know that the
small, neat numbers & letters were not written by Susan. He looked through the stack
of papers. There were problems & solutions in one person's writing & the exact
same equations & answers in Susan's writing. And those were graded with a large blue
"A". The papers that were not written by her, were not graded. "Did Khan
buy it?" Julie's question went through his mind.
"What is she up to now?" Danny asked himself aloud.
He looked at the papers strewn over Susan's desk. Algebra. Some in
her writing, some written by another. He gathered them together. He went through their
small house picking up the papers that littered each room. Draft after draft of stories
& essays, obviously written for her English class, but surely more than would be due
in just a few weeks. And Algebra homework, pages of it. He divided those into two groups.
The ones in Susan's writing & those of the anonymous person. He stood at the dining
room table & compared the stacks. The exact same problems, the exact same solutions.
When he heard the front door open, he picked up the stacks of paper.
"Hi." Susan greeted him brightly, smiling as she walked
toward him for a kiss. "You're home early."
"What is this all about?" He asked abruptly, holding up
the papers for Susan to see.
"What?" Susan asked, looking at the papers, her mind
whirling with endless possibilities.
"These Algebra papers. Some of them were written by you,
others weren't. What is going on?" He demanded to know.
"Why are you looking through my things?" Susan asked
angrily, grabbing for the papers.
"Your 'things' are all over my desk. And all over the house,
I might add." Danny said evenly pulling the papers away from Susan.
"Oh, so now I guess I'm going to hear Lecture Number 125.
'Susan & her poor housekeeping habits."' she said testily.
"Don't try to change the subject, Susan, I'm on to you!"
Danny warned sternly.
That he called her "Susan", instead of one of his sweet
names for her, was enough to let her know that she was in trouble.
"This is not about housework." Danny informed her.
"Are you having someone else do your homework for you?" He asked his big dark
eyes searching her face for an admission of guilt.
"Baby! How could you accuse me such a thing?" Susan
cried, shocked by the accuracy of the allegation.
"Don't you 'Baby' me!" He firmly ordered. "I know
all of your tricks. Are you having someone else do your Algebra homework or not? Answer
me."
Susan looked at the set & determination of Danny's gorgeous,
loving face. She looked at the sensuous curve of his mouth that made her knees weak, at
the eyes that made her melt. She looked at the strong line of his jaw, now tight with
anger. She loved to lightly trace it with her fingertip before opening her heart &
body to him. She did not want to answer him. She wanted only to wrap her arms around him
& be held safely until this nightmare ended & everything was okay again.
"Susan. Answer me now!" Danny quietly demanded.
"Well, I'm writing her English papers. It's a fair
deal." Susan exclaimed defensively.
"I don't believe you!" Danny said, stunned. "You
need constant supervision. I turn my back for one minute & you're into some
mischief!"
"Well, you turned around. Why am I being blamed for something
you did?" Susan asked in a vain attempt to shift the responsibility.
"ARRRGHHH!" Danny howled in frustration. He grabbed
Susan's arm. She pulled back with all of her strength, bent her knees & lowered
herself to the floor.
"Noooooo!" She begged. "I already got... I mean...
Nooooo!"
Danny picked her up off of the floor &, holding her by the
waist, spanked her skirt covered bottom all of the way to the sofa, while she kicked &
screamed. He sat down on the couch & flipped his naughty lover over his lap. Without a
word, he began spanking Susan's still-tingling bottom over her skirt with his strong hand.
He spanked each pudgy cheek soundly with smacks that bit through the thin fabric &
stung her bottom.
"Ohhhhowww!" Susan shrieked. This was already worse than
what Khan had accomplished.
"I can't believe you would even think of such a thing!"
Danny scolded.
"Owww! I'm sorreee. I didn't mean it." Susan cried,
wincing with every smack.
"Didn't mean it?" Danny asked incredulously as he
smacked the plump bottom squirming in front of him. "How is cheating not
deliberate?"
"I didn't think you'd find out." Susan wailed, clenching
her fists.
"What? You... I..." Danny sputtered. He grabbed the hem
of Susan's skirt & tossed it up over her waist. "You didn't think I'd find
out?!" He brought his hand down in quick forceful slaps on top of the scanty black
& gold metallic panties. "That's how you define 'I didn't mean it?" he
asked, still amazed by her faulty logic & childish explanations.
Each of Susan's bottom cheeks were a bright red & prickling
with the sting from Danny's hand.
"Owwww! Nooo. I didn't mean it that wayyyyy!" She cried,
the forceful bite of the spanks burning her mostly exposed bottom cheeks.
"Oh? How did you mean it?" Danny asked as he spanked one
plump cheek peeking out from her tiny panties.
"Ooooh! Uh, I, um, thought it would be okay?" She tried,
jumping with every biting spank on her exposed chub.
"No, you did not think it would be okay." Danny
insisted, spanking the other protruding cheek. "You were right the first time. You
thought I wouldn't find out."
"Please stop, Danny. You're hurting me!"
"I know it hurts." He said sympathetic even in anger.
"But I haven't even started yet." He advised her. "This is by far the worst
stunt you've ever pulled!" He scolded.
"No. No, Baby, please don't." Susan pleaded. "I
won't do it again. I already told Mr. Khan I'd make up the work. Oh! I mean ...." she
closed her eyes.
Danny pulled one string of her bikini panties, untying it.
"What?" Danny asked, his hand still on the narrow
string. "Khan knows?"
"Yes." Susan admitted, cursing herself for volunteering
that information.
"I know you didn't confess willingly." Danny said.
Susan hesitated. Danny pulled the other string on her bikini
panties.
"I'm waiting." He said patiently as he peeled back the
flimsy bit of fabric that covered about a quarter of Susan's bright red & plump little
bottom.
"He caught me." Susan admitted. "I told him I'd
make up the work."
"He caught you cheating. You said you'd make up the work
& he just let you go. I don't think that's the whole story."
Danny raised his hand & brought down a mighty smack across the
slender division of Susan's bottom.
"Uhhhh!" Susan shrieked.
"What happened?" Danny demanded to know & he spanked
across her cheeks again.
"He spanked me!" Susan screeched, bursting into tears.
"Don't spank me again." She cried.
"He may have warmed you up." Danny said. "I doubt
he even did that. I'll teach you the consequences of cheating!" He promised. "I
hope you've already learned not to wear ragged panties when you go out, just in case a
stranger has to spank you."
"Ohhhhh!" Susan cried, embarrassed at the mention of her
worn out panties. "Don't!"
"I'm going to spank your bare little bottom good & hard,
young lady!" Danny assured her while he smacked up one plump cheek & down again
in biting slaps.
Susan clamped her teeth together & clenched her bottom, but it
did not keep her from wailing. Danny turned to the other chub & gave it the same
stinging treatment.
"Uhhhowww!" Susan shrieked, wiggling her burning cheeks.
Danny spanked the underside of Susan's bottom until it was a
bright red. He landed spank after biting spank up & down her burning cheeks, over the
arch & back to her upper thighs, where he again struck the soft & delicate skin.
"Uhhhh!" Susan screamed, kicking her legs in protest.
"Nooo!"
Ignoring her shrieks, Danny spanked the chubby red bottom in full,
hard smacks creating a blaze that crept along Susan's bottom to her spine, tingling all of
the way up her body.
"Ohhhhh!" Susan howled. "Stoooop!" She
thrashed her legs & pounded her fists. "Stop, Dannyyyyy! I'll be goooood."
Susan vowed, screeching between spanks.
SMACK! SMACK!
"I've heard that before." Danny calmly informed her as
he smacked one hot bottom cheek turning to the other for more of the same.
WHACK!
Susan cried out loud, lifting her chest off of the sofa &
clenching her bottom.
"Two days ago you promised never to deceive me again."
Danny reminded her.
He spanked the arch of Susan's chubby bottom until he again
reached her sweet spot & spanked that. He began a long repetition of the sound
spanking on both of Susan's crimson cheeks.
"Uhhhh! I didn't deceive you. I deceived Khan. And he already
spanked me.!" Susan cried.
"You are just unbelievable!" Danny exclaimed.
"Where do you get your logic?" He asked. "Go into the bedroom & bring
me the hairbrush!" He ordered.
Susan felt prickly all over her body & a shiver ran down her
spine as her mouth went dry. "Not the hairbrush. Please, Danny." Susan pleaded.
"Get it!" He demanded. "Now!"
Susan pushed herself off of Danny's lap, walked slowly into the
bedroom to the dresser & picked up the dreaded oak brush. The weight of it sunk into
her hand. The smooth, flat oak back felt cool & sensual when Danny glided it over her
bare bottom. And like the fires of Hell when he spanked her with it. She had to take a
giant step over the "line" to earn a spanking with the hairbrush. She liked
walking right up to the boundary & standing on it. If she staggered over a little bit,
a hand spanking was the result. Sometimes, just approaching the line was enough for Danny
to pull her panties down & smack her bottom. Susan held the brush at her side, the
back of it grazing her legs, as she walked back into the living room. The butterflies in
her tummy madly beat their wings as she reluctantly brought the brush to Danny.
"Back over my knees, young lady." Danny directed.
"Danny." Susan cried softly.
"Now!" Danny responded.
Susan lowered herself over Danny's lap & began to cry before
the first smack reached her hot flesh.
Danny brought the hairbrush down in a cracking swat on one blazing
cheek.
Thwaaack!
"Uhhhh!" Susan gasped at the first strike of the
hairbrush. When the burn had been fully realized, it was replaced by another bite of equal
power & she screamed again before bursting into body-shaking sobs.
Craaack! The hairbrush rose & fell with a sharp retort as each
flat smack of the brush reached its chubby target.
"Owwww!" Susan screeched, thrashing her legs &
pounding her fists. "Dannyyyyy!"
"You've crossed way over the line this time, naughty
girl." Danny said.
He smacked each pudgy cheek in succession. "And now I'm going
to cross your line with this brush." He promised, spanking over the stripe dividing
her fleshy cheeks.
SMACK! SMACK!
Susan cried out loud, lifting her chest off of the sofa &
clenching her bottom.
"I promise!" She vowed. "I promise! I'll never
cheat in school again."
Danny smacked the heavy brush against both of Susan's blazing
chubs once more. She had never broken a specifically worded promise.
"All right, Susan. But if you are tempted to break your
promise, think about this. I'll spank you with this hairbrush every single day for a
month. And that's my promise. Understand?"
"Yes." Susan wept.
"Do you think you can be a good girl for me?" Danny
asked as he gently stroked her bottom.
"Yes. I won't let you down." Susan promised, as she lay
slumped across Danny's thighs. He smoothed his large, warm had over her blazing bottom.
"Get up on your knees." Danny softly instructed.
When she had sat up, Danny carefully placed her on his lap, facing
him, her bottom thrust out. He reached around & tenderly stroked her hot pudgy cheeks,
gliding his hands down to her thighs & between her legs.
Susan pressed her body into him, while pushing her bottom into his
hands. She moaned softly & placed light, soft kisses on Danny's neck. She sat back
& quickly pulled off her sweater. She had unsnapped the front closure of her bra when
Danny stopped her.
"No. Not yet. I think you know what comes next." Danny
said firmly.
Susan frowned & tentatively reached for the zipper in Danny's
jeans.
"No. Not that, either." Danny picked her hand up &
held it, while looking into Susan's baffled eyes.
"No! No not that!" She shrieked when she realized what
he was talking about.
Danny stood up with Susan's legs wrapped around his waist.
"I don't want to!" She cried.
Danny carried her clinging to his neck, her legs threatening to
crush his ribs, to the corner.
"I know you don't, Sweetie." Danny said. "But we
talked about this the last time, didn't we? Your next serious misdeed was going to put you
in the corner. This qualifies."
"Don't make me stand here all alone." Susan wept.
"Not after that."
"Stand up." Danny said softly, firm in his resolve.
Susan dropped her legs to the floor, her arms still around Danny's neck. He gently pried
her hands apart & turned her around.
"I'm not going to leave you." He said. "This time,
I'll stand right behind you. And I'll hold you."
Susan, her skirt still at her waist, pushed her bare bottom
against the stiff fabric of Danny's jeans. He pushed back, encouraging her into the
corner. She pressed her bare bottom against him again, feeling his erection. She reached
around behind her & fumbled with the zipper of Danny's jeans. He did not stop her this
time. She grasped the hard, smooth flesh & stroked it with her hand. Danny raised his
hands to her breasts, grazing her pale pink nipples with his fingertips. Susan stood up on
her toes. Danny lifted her slightly & entered her, filling her, just as she held him
inside the hot, slick, wetness of her.
They moved in a rhythm known only to them &, as Susan reached
her first orgasm, she suddenly thought, "Now THIS is what I call corner time!"
The
brightly blushing
end!
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