First Spanking Instruction: Disciplining the Delinquents as Punishment Instructor
Damn, my heart was already pounding. The three hesitant students glanced at each other, wondering if they really had to obey me.
When they dawdled without following orders and just kept eyeing Vivian, I snapped at them.
"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to force you?"
"H-Here? You want us to get hit right here?" Vivian spoke up as their representative. Where had all that earlier bravado and rude attitude gone? Now she was using polite speech, looking all cowed.
She was glancing at the onlookers—especially the elves—and her previously pale face flushed red.
"Why not?"
"Getting spanked in front of everyone is kinda..."
"Going inside won't change that the kids will still see. Or..." I flicked my gaze toward the academy. "Would you rather do it in the Intensive Punishment Room? That place doesn't end with just simple discipline."
The Intensive Punishment Room wasn't finished yet, but I warned them anyway to scare them straight.
Vivian's face turned from red to a teary mess as she gritted her teeth and pulled down her panties.
"Heh."
"She's actually stripping."
"Finally, the day this bitch gets hers."
"All those days of discrimination and bullying are finally getting payback."
The elves started jeering in unison, like they'd rehearsed it.
Vivian's ears, neck, and even her face turned beet red—whether from shame or rage, she looked ready to breathe fire. Her eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears, but it was all self-inflicted.
Vivian braced her hands against the wall and stuck out her ass first, and the other delinquents reluctantly followed suit. Three women with their asses bared, hands on the wall. It was erotic and surreal.
This is a sight you don't even get in play sessions sometimes.
I often watched videos from like-minded folks on internet SNS, but even they rarely disciplined three at once.
"Fifty strokes each. Oh, and Vivian, seventy for you."
"Why! Why do I get twenty extra?!"
"Why do you think? You resisted and mouthed off, didn't you?"
Her face twisted in humiliation and anger, but Vivian was powerless.
I checked the switch and gave my orders.
"From now on, every time your ass gets hit, you all chant 'Thank you for the guidance!' Got it?"
"...Yes."
"If your posture slips or you block with your hands, everyone starts over from one. Remember that."
"......Yes."
"Louder!"
"Yes!"
Ah, perfect. Time for the punishment instruction.
I pressed the switch against the leftmost delinquent's ass. Her wide hips and plump cheeks trembled visibly at the touch.
Crack!
I could feel Darian's careful craftsmanship. Great grip, solid impact transmitting straight to my hand. Sturdy yet flexible, absorbing the rebound nicely. It wrapped perfectly around her ample ass, leaving a long, vivid red line.
"Kyaaak!"
These girls were probably getting their asses whipped for the first time. She forgot the order instantly, screamed, and crumpled to the ground, clutching her cheeks and sobbing.
"Hic... Sniff..."
But I wasn't the type to pity a crying girl. I scolded her coldly.
"Not following a single instruction."
"...Sniff, it h-hurts."
"Of course it hurts—that's why I'm hitting you. Get up now."
She scrambled back into position, and I pressed the switch to her ass again.
"W-Wait, again? You're hitting again?"
"I told you. We start over from the beginning."
"......"
I left another mark.
Perfect wrap. Thwack!
"Ack! Th-Thank you for the guidance!"
"Endure fifty like that."
"F-Fifty..."
"Next one."
The next delinquent's ass was perfectly average. Thwack!
"Thank you for the g-guidance!"
She hesitated a bit but followed after seeing the example.
And now, the main offender, Vivian. She held her pose bravely, but she couldn't fool me—her cheeks quivered faintly. She was terrified.
"Vivian."
Her ass was on the slimmer side for her build. Small but shapely, not flat.
"Get ready."
"Eek..."
"And one more thing." I glanced at the elves. They were fixated here, barely pretending to attend class. "If you retaliate against the elves, I'll double or triple this. I swear it."
"...Guh!"
"The Intensive Punishment Room might be waiting for you. So behave from now on."
"And no more 'pointy-ears' crap."
I raised the switch. Thwack!
"Kyat!"
Sheesh, even after the example. She crumpled just like the first one.
"Back to the start. From you again."
I turned to the first delinquent and pressed the switch. She immediately protested.
"Huh? M-Me first? Isn't Vivian the one restarting?"
"Didn't you hear? This is collective responsibility. All three start over if one messes up."
"Ah! Vivian! What the hell!"
"Stand straight, damn it!"
"......S-Sorry."
"Again!"
Crack! Thwack! Crack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Th-Thank you for the guidance!"
"Thank you for the guidance!"
Back to Vivian. Thwack!
"Thank you for the guidance!"
This time she gritted her teeth and endured. But tears like chicken droppings rolled down her cheeks.
"I-I have to take seventy of these...?"
She muttered, but I showed no mercy. Seventy must feel daunting. But we'd get through it faster than she thought.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Hiiik! Thank you for the guidance!"
"Thank you for the guidance!"
"Sniff... Thank you... f-for the... g-guidance."
Thwack! Crack! Thwack! Crack! Crack! Thwack!
"Kyaaak! It h-hurts! Stop! Please stop!"
How many had we done? Vivian lost it again, collapsing in tears and tantrum.
Her own friends got mad instead.
"Hey! Vivian! Shit. What are you doing?!"
"We have to start over because of you! Ugh... seriously!"
"Why is she such a wimp?"
"She ignores commoners begging to stop, but can't handle this?"
I'd intended to sow discord, but I didn't expect their friendship to crack so fast.
Even more cowed now, Vivian sobbed as she presented her ass again. Back to square one.
Crack! Thwack! Crack! Thwack! Thwack!
How many strokes in, and the three asses were lined with red welts. My marks swelled their cheeks brighter, fueling my excitement.
I paused for a breather, arms tiring.
"Hoo."
Staring at the three reddened asses filled me with satisfaction. No more bickering about posture—just sweaty, glistening cheeks trembling, with only ragged breaths and sniffles.
Beautiful.
The more I looked, the more perfect they seemed. I placed a hand on each.
"Hik!"
"Eut..."
"Ahng..."
"Nicely swollen. Last round—hold steady."
Thwack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Thwack! Crack!
My arm was starting to ache. At the final fifty, the two delinquents—who'd been counting—collapsed, unleashing pent-up tears.
Vivian, with twenty left, trembled violently. Dried tear tracks mixed with fresh drops from her eyes.
I sent the other two away and grabbed Vivian's crying ass firmly.
"Huuut."
"Vivian."
"...S-Sorry. I'm sorry."
Vivian had squeezed out every tear and snot; her earlier attitude was gone. Even I started feeling a twinge of pity.
"I won't do it again... No more bullying... I'll attend class properly... No more rebellion... Please, just this once..."
"That's the bare minimum. It's not charity for the kids."
"......"
"I just whipped over 150 in a row—my hand hurts too. So here's the deal."
I kneaded her swollen cheeks and whispered in her ear. Her sobs stopped as she bit her lip and bowed her head.
"...O-Okay. I'll do it."
"Good. Get the staff."
The students clustered in a circle. The center was empty until one elf strode in proudly.
Vivian, looking uncertain and bottomless, shuffled up beside her.
I stepped next to Vivian and picked up the paddle. Wider surface than the switch, it delivered heavier, thudding pain. Flexible wood—not for casual masochists; pure agony otherwise.
"U-Um... I-Instructor? L-Like this?"
Vivian kept grabbing me anxiously, asking about the staff-swinging form.
I took her hand and corrected it directly.
"Like this. Got it?"
"C-Can I even do it?"
"If you can't..." I swung the paddle through the air. The whoosh paled her face. "You learn by getting hit."
"But... but..."
"You really skipped class, huh? Just get the form right. Succeed once, and the rest are waived. Give it your best."
My proposal to Vivian: Spar with designated opponents using magic. Fail, get a paddle smack on the ass—in front of everyone. Hit once successfully? Punishment canceled. Up to twenty chances.
"Let's start."
I whispered to the elf.
"I'll ask you to go easy... but you won't, right?"
The elf smirked mockingly.
"After months of her torment? Go easy?"
"That much grudge?"
"You'd be shocked at the bullying we elves endure here. And Instructor..."
The magic-savvy elf readied her staff properly.
"Thank you."
"...You helped me, so I should thank you."
"No. We thank you for the elf's grace upon you."
I tilted my head.
"Elf's grace means eternal trust. We can see it on you—we're bound by duty to protect and aid you, even with our lives."
"B-But I just helped a little?"
"You're the first to do even that."
Strange feeling. Back in position, the duel began on my signal.
Simple: First to land magic and disarm wins.
Pang!
As expected, the elf was faster. No mercy—she blasted Vivian right away.
Vivian flopped backward embarrassingly, legs up, exposing everything.
"Puhahaha!"
Laughter erupted. She scrambled up, covering her lower half, face crimson.
"My comatose friend should see this because of you."
The elf sneered and stepped back. One clash ends it. Rules are rules.
Tears of shame streaming, Vivian knelt and presented her ass.
I pressed the broad, firm paddle to it. Her cheeks trembled noticeably.
"Eut... Sniff... Ugh..."
I swung down on the quivering ass.
Thud!