Julie's dormroom
Julie's pov
When Shannon left, Mike sat on my bed and beckoned me over.
"I know you probably want to talk about some of the things Shannon said but we'll have that discussion later. Right now we have some unfinished business of our own to attend to."
Standing between his knees, waiting for my spanking, I felt like I was seven years old again. My cheeks flushed red hot with embarrassment as Mike's fingers gripped the waistband of my sweatpants. I looked away as he slowly pulled them down to my ankles.
Mike patted my panty-clad bottom as he said, "Over my knee."
Draping myself over his right thigh, I bit my bottom lip, holding it between my teeth as Mike's left hand swiftly peeled my baby-blue boy shorts down, bunching them up uncomfortably at the back of my knees. I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath as I clenched my butt muscles in anticipation of that first wicked smack of his palm against my pale, sensitive skin.
I waited in agony as he absentmindedly brushed his fingertips over my naked thighs and buttocks, giving me goosebumps while he lectured me.
"I'm beyond disappointed in your behavior this past week, Julie Elizabeth." Mike patted my sit spots as he continued admonishing me. "You've been acting much more like a naughty little brat than a mature young woman. Haven't you?"
Lost in my own thoughts, it took me a minute to realize Mike had stopped talking as he was waiting for me to answer. Having no idea what the question was, I decided to keep my mouth shut, hoping he'd either repeat himself or let it go.
"I asked you a question, young lady, and I expect you to respond." Mike slapped my bottom hard, leaving an angry red handprint behind as proof of his displeasure with my inattentiveness.
Dammit, he's not gonna repeat the question or let this go, so I'll have to take a wild guess.
"Uh, no sir," I mumbled hesitantly. Based on Mike's angry exhale, my answer was incorrect.
"Do I need to go down to my car and get the spanking belt to ensure I have your attention, Julie?" Mike spanked me on both cheeks, making my sensitive skin sting with each painful slap.
"No sir," I said, gritting my teeth to prevent any expletives from slipping past my lips. Fuck, I thought to myself, the Admiral must be giving Mike lessons on how to spank harder. Those last two smacks came close on the pain scale to rivaling Shane's worst. Still, no one hits harder than the Admiral when he's pissed. I think he'll take that distinction to the grave.
"Tell me why I needed to drive almost two hundred miles to deliver this spanking to you, Julie," Mike sternly commanded.
UGGHHH! I loathe when he does this to me during a punishment. It's not bad enough that I'm lying over his knee with my bare ass perched up nice and high, allowing easy access to my most sensitive areas? No, he has to play up the humiliation factor as well. Stupidly, I responded truthfully instead of properly.
"You didn't need to drive up here to spank me. That's all on you, chief," I said in an annoyed tone.
Mike's nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply in response to my obviously incorrect answer.
"You take some time to think about it while I retrieve the spanking belt." Mike slapped my bottom hard three times before grabbing my elbow and yanking me up off his lap.
Covering myself with my free hand as Mike still had a firm grip on my right arm, I stood awkwardly next to him awaiting his direction.
"You know as much as I normally hate punishing any of you girls like this, you're making it real easy for me this time, Julie." Mike spanked me firmly several times as I stood dancing next to him trying in vain to dodge his punishing hand as he kept hold of my elbow.
"Now park your ass in that corner while I go down to the car." Mike pointed to the wall next to my desk. Releasing his grip, he slapped my right thigh as he propelled me towards the corner. "You better have a much more appropriate answer for me when I return, young lady."
I cringed hearing Mike slam the door on his way out but I didn't dare turn away from the corner. I haven't seen him this pissed off in awhile. I think I may have pushed him a little too far this time.
I stood there for about twenty minutes before hearing Mike knock on the door. Pulling up my underwear and kicking my sweats off, I came out of the corner to let him in. An angry scowl on his face, Mike didn't say a word, he just pointed to the corner. I gulped seeing that wretched spanking belt again up close and personal, cringing as I wondered how many of my dormmates saw him walk up here with it clutched tightly in his hand.
I felt like an imbecile standing in the corner, mindlessly staring at a tiny spot of chipped paint behind my desk and some stray cobwebs near the baseboard. After an eternity, I heard my bed springs creak as Mike stood up. The metallic clank of the belt buckle and Mike's warm breath on the back of my neck made me shiver in dreaded anticipation of what was to come.
"Did you have sufficient time to ponder my earlier question, Julie?" Mike's tone was ice cold.
Still facing the wall, I responded without hesitation, "Yes sir."
Mike pulled my underwear below the crease of my bottom and spanked me crisply with the palm of his punishing hand. The slapping sound echoed loudly off the low ceiling of my dormroom, making me flinch with every smack. I tried to maneuver my way out of the line of fire but Mike held my wrists above my head, pinning them firmly against the wall. Still I twisted my hips back and forth in hopes of him missing his mark and lessening the sting building on my behind. After a solid minute of spanking me, Mike stopped the assault.
Pinching my left buttcheek harshly and ignoring the loud "ow" it elicited from me, Mike sternly stated, "Do not mouth off to me again. Understand?"
Hissing in pain through my clenched jaw, I managed a, "Yes sir," in response. I desperately wanted to rub my smarting behind but Mike still held my wrists.
Tapping the belt against my bare behind, he leaned in closer and harshly whispered, "Tell me why you're so deserving of this spanking, Julie."
I swallowed hard feeling the cool leather held flush against my warm, red skin.
"Can't we skip the prelims, doctor? Frankly I'm exhausted and you already spanked me so it's kinda pointless."
Mike chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at my appalling lack of repentance.
"You think that one minute warm-up was your punishment? Honestly, little one, do you really believe I'd drive over five hours roundtrip to deliver a few gentle pats to your bottom?" His villainous laugh was beyond disconcerting.
Mike slapped that thick leather spanking belt across the top of my thighs repeatedly until the blinding pain on my punished backside caused me to cry out, "STOP, STOP! I'm sorry. Please, stop, I'm begging you, dad. Please!" I looked back over my shoulder at him, pleading with my eyes for mercy.
Thankfully, Mike took pity on me and ceased whipping my behind with that wicked leather strap almost immediately. He released his hold on my wrists, sighed heavily, and dropped the spanking belt onto the floor.
Something inside me broke, causing me to unravel. Maybe it's regret for making Mike drive all the way over here because I can't behave and keep my smart mouth in check. He looks so tired and defeated right now and it's all because of me. Maybe it's guilt over knowing my roommate Shannon had such a shitty childhood while I was lucky enough to have two amazing strangers sacrifice everything to raise me and my sisters after our parents died. Whatever the reason, I couldn't stop the waterworks. My body shook as I sobbed.
Mike turned me towards him into his waiting arms. After embracing me tightly for a couple minutes to calm me down, he not so gently pulled up my underwear, wedging the cotton fabric up into my buttcrack as I stood on my tiptoes and squeaked in protest.
"Why do you insist on testing me every chance you get, little girl?" He patted my bottom gently.
Keeping a firm grasp on the waistband of my panties, he pulled up higher to expose the globes of my ass, deepening my wedgie in the process. Holding me flush against his chest, he spanked me with his free hand, watching as my bottom glowed bright red again.
"You ready to tell me why you're being spanked now or should we save that discussion for next weekend when Shane and his Admiral's belt will be in attendance?"
Feeling really worn down and quite emotional, I didn't have the energy or desire to put up any resistance.
"I went to a party I wasn't supposed to go to while I was grounded and I lied to you about it and I mouthed off to you more than once," I said quietly, as I was now resigned to my fate.
Mike spanked my left buttcheek hard.
"Your answer lacked the necessary term to connote respect." Mike slapped the exact same spot again, making me wince. "Next time, end your response with sir. Understand?"
"Yes sir," I replied sniffling.
"Twenty-five with the belt, Julie. Ten for going to the party, fifteen for lying to me about it. Count them followed by sir." Mike was all business when it came to meting out the rest of my punishment. He harshly laid down each stroke and I dutifully counted through my tears. Holding me in this position, my chest pressed firmly against his, didn't allow him to put much force behind each swing of the belt but somehow he still managed to make every single stroke count.
I didn't fight his discipline this time, instead I just went limp in his arms as I continued to cry. I knew I deserved this and a lot more for the way I've been acting. As strange as it sounds, even though this spanking is hella painful and this wedgie is high key uncomfortable, submitting to Mike's authority actually strangely comforts me. Somehow I always feel safe in his arms.
After Mike finished my spanking, I clung to him.
"How could Shannon's parents do that to her, Mike?" I asked sadly, as he held me.
"I don't know, darlin', but I do know they're different people now and they're trying to make amends." Mike gently rubbed my back and bottom.
"Is Shannon gonna be okay?"
"I certainly hope so, sweetheart," Mike replied optimistically, trying to reassure me.
"Thank you," I said softly, as I held him tighter.
"For what, darlin'?"
"For never doing that to us."
Mike spent the next hour comforting me as we talked quietly in my dormroom. The safety and security I felt in the stronghold of his arms indescribable, yet undeniable.