A School Spanking: Abigail’s Revenge

Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction and not based on real events.

A few days had passed since Morgan had experienced her spanking at the hands of the feared Miss Diamante. Her bottom was still tender and sore and when she examined it in the mirror, it was still a terrible shade of purple and black. She winced whenever she sat down, which led to some awkward moments in front of her parents. At 18 years of age, Morgan had never dreamed she would ever experience corporal punishment first hand and she was still reeling from the one she had received

At ballet class, Morgan found it difficult to move and dance gracefully and her teacher pulled her up on several occasions for her “sloppy demeanour”. At school, Morgan found it extremely uncomfortable to sit through class. She found she was walking with a funny gait and during cheerleading practice her teammates would pick up on it and question her awkward movements. She never once touched her bicycle that whole week, choosing to walk or catch the bus to meet with friends.

Joanna refused to talk about the spanking and she had barely spoken to Morgan all week. Morgan’s foster-sister returned to work at the hotel the very next night but would come home afterwards and lock herself in her bedroom. Joanna barely ate with the rest of the family and when she did, she would just race down her food so she could get away quickly to be alone once more. When Morgan’s mother enquired, Joanna would just reply that she was feeling unwell and that she would be okay in a couple of days.

When Morgan tried to knock on Joanna’s bedroom door, there was either no reply or her foster-sister would simply tell her to go away. Morgan would often say “I’m sorry” through the door but Joanna still wouldn’t let her in. Morgan would kick herself and then return to her own room wracked with guilt. She still blamed herself for what happened, even though she had saved her foster-sister from expulsion. By the Thursday, Morgan had given up trying to get through to Joanna and decided to let the matter rest for the time being.

Friday came and both Morgan and Joanna rode the bus to school in utter silence. It had been like this all week and even if Morgan raised a topic of conversation, her foster-sister would brush her off or refused to answer. This made the journeys to and from the school campus a little awkward. Morgan occasionally would chat to one of her classmates who also rode the bus. But engaging with Joanna in conversation was utterly pointless.

The bus pulled into the school campus and a moment later Morgan noticed Joanna flinch. Her foster-sister had been staring out of the window and when Morgan decided to do likewise, she caught a glimpse of Abigail standing by her brand new car. Despite being 18 and having affluent parents, Morgan’s father refused to buy her a car. Her father had told her that money had to be earned and not given freely. If Morgan wanted an expensive thing like a car she would have to earn the money.

Abigail’s parents liked to flash the cash and so had bought her a brand new Mercedes. Abigail liked to drive to school so she could show it off and impress her gang of sycophantic friends and other passing students. She often would stand by her Mercedes for longer than it was necessary, with the boot of the car open so it looked like she was perpetually getting things in and out. Abigail would only close the boot and walk away when it was time to head for a class or there was no one there to impress.

Unlike Morgan who was interested in more nerdy subjects such as space science, Abigail was studying sports science and was a member of the track and field team. Being on the cheerleading squad meant that Morgan found herself cheering for Abigail when she was competing, a point that the Queen Bee would like to make every time she crossed paths with Morgan. Morgan hated this and would just smile through gritted teeth. There was no love between the two girls and that was well known. But Abigail would never openly move against Morgan.

Joanna’s relationship with Abigail was very different. Morgan’s foster-sister was bullied and harassed by Abigail and her small throng of followers. They took every opportunity to target poor Joanna, from verbal taunts to physical actions such as tripping her up, deliberately barging past her in the corridor, or knocking items out of her hands. A day didn’t go by without Abigail or one of her lackeys doing something to Joanna and Morgan found it pathetic.

“Don’t look at her,” Morgan told her foster-sister.

Joanna didn’t reply but she did turn her gaze away from the scene outside the window.

The bus pulled up at the stop outside the school main building and the students started to stand and grab their bags from the luggage rack above their heads.

“I have a class first thing this morning,” Morgan said as she gathered up her backpack. “But I’m free at lunch if you want to meet?”

“I want to be left alone,” Joanna replied rather sombrely.

“Joanna, please?” Morgan said rather concernedly.

Joanna brushed passed her and exited the bus without another word. This worried Morgan and it prompted her to think that she better keep an eye on her foster-sister just in case, even if it was at a discreet distance. A moment later, Morgan stepped off the bus herself but she had already lost sight of her foster-sister through the throng of students. Hopefully Joanna would discover her way to her first class without incident, wondered Morgan.

“Morning Morgan,” Abigail’s snide voice was just audible above the chatter. “I hope Joanna’s well.”

Morgan pretended to ignore the remark knowing it wasn’t meant kindly.

“I’ll see you on the sports field this afternoon,” Abigail added before she turned her back on Morgan and headed into the campus building accompanied by her sycophantic friends.

Morgan could handle Abigail. It made her chuckle to see the Queen Bee strut about the place, with her bleached blonde hair, spray on tan, and obviously fake eyelashes and fingernails. Abigail at all times wore her uniform so that it hugged her figure, like it was some kind of fashion statement. Abigail’s lackeys tried to copy her style and Morgan found the entire gang of girls to be a bunch of pretentious wannabes. At least Morgan had taste and wouldn’t be seen dead trying to emulate Abigail.

Lunchtime came and Morgan could discover no sign of her foster-sister. When she enquired after Joanna among her classmates, no one had seen her since she left her last lecture. Morgan spent the lunch hour looking for her but to no avail. Hopefully she would catch Joanna at the end of school before her foster-sister left for work. Morgan ate a light lunch and headed to get ready for cheerleading practice. She knew that Joanna would be safe in class and that Abigail would be training on the sports field.

Through the whole of cheerleading practice, Morgan had managed to avoid Abigail. She saw her running on the sports track, but the Queen Bee was too engrossed with her exercise to really notice Morgan, let alone speak to her. There was a moment when Morgan caught a glimpse of Miss Diamante and her bottom panged a warning as if telling her to stay away. It wasn’t unusual for the Head of Discipline to make a brief appearance on the sports field and Morgan at all times thought if it was to make a presence felt there.

When cheerleading practice was over, Morgan made a slow return to the locker room. She had spotted Abigail ahead of her and had decided to hold back to allow the Queen Bee to move out of sight. Luckily, the track and field team got changed in a different part of the locker room to the cheerleaders and that way, Morgan could then easily avoid her. She wasn’t frightened of Abigail, but after practice she was often tired and didn’t really want a confrontation with the Queen Bee.

Morgan had finished getting changed back into her regulation uniform and was putting her cheerleading kit away when she heard a girl’s shriek from across the locker room. Because she didn’t want her cheerleading teammates to see her rather bruised bottom, Morgan had deliberately got changed more slowly than usual, allowing time for the others to depart before she changed her underwear. By now, the locker room was practically deserted and Morgan picked up her kitbag, before she slowly made her way to investigate the cry.

“Leave me alone,” Joanna’s voice carried easily through the tiled locker room.

Morgan stopped in horror. She’d forgotten her foster-sister would have come in to get changed into her maid’s uniform and it was more than likely that Abigail was still in the locker room. Morgan swore under her breath and slowly she made her way between the lockers. That’s when she saw the scene. There, surrounded by Abigail and four of her friends, stood Joanna. Her foster-sister was cornered with no chance of escape.

“You and Morgan have a lot to answer for,” Abigail said jabbing her finger into Joanna’s chest. “I got a week’s worth of detention from Miss Diamante and I don’t know how either of you convinced her of that. As I can’t get even with Morgan, I can at least get even with you.”

“Punch her, Abby,” one of Abigail’s cronies said.

“Let’s rip up her maid’s dress,” another said as she pulled the uniform from out of Joanna’s bag.

“Stop!” Morgan cried as she raced to join the scene. “Your grievance is with me, Abigail. I made the deal with Miss Diamante, not Joanna.”

Morgan threw her kitbag to the floor and made a move towards Abigail. But two of Abigail’s friends grabbed hold of Morgan’s arms, stopping her from reaching her foster-sister and preventing what terrible retribution Abigail had planned.

“Thank you for joining us, Morgan,” Abigail said with such delight. “You can have a front row seat as I take my revenge on Joanna!”

“Bitch!” Morgan spat. “Wait until Miss Diamante hears of this.”

“We will get to Miss Diamante in a moment,” Abigail said with a smile. “But first, you two grab Joanna’s arms.” She gave the command and the other two girls, Sophie and Courtney, immediately obeyed and grabbed hold of Joanna.

Morgan struggled against the two girls that held her. Like Abigail, the two girls were also members of the track and field team, which meant they possessed incredible strength. One was Becca who was an excellent javelin thrower and the other was Angel who was known for her speed on the athletics track. Morgan knew that the girls wouldn’t harm her personally. But poor Joanna was probably about to receive a nasty beating.

“Turn her around,” Abigail said gesturing to the two girls who held Joanna. “I want to see.”

The girls obeyed and despite Joanna resisting, they turned her around. Once Abigail was satisfied, she raised Joanna’s skirt and pulled down her underwear. There were gasps of amazement from all the girls present as Joanna’s purple and bruised bottom was exposed. The Queen Bee allowed Joanna’s skirt the fall back down and turned to face Morgan. She had a wicked smile upon her face.

“So it’s true,” Abigail said with such delight. “Miss Diamante spanked Joanna. Oh this is precious!”

Abigail’s gang started laughing.

The Queen Bee then moved her way over to Morgan, pulled up her skirt and lowered Morgan’s underwear. She immediately stood back and looked at Morgan square in the face. Abigail’s eyes were wide and her jaw had dropped in amazement. She stood there like that for a few moments and her gang of friends immediately stopped laughing.

“I never thought it would be true, Morgan,” Abigail said in surprise. “Miss Diamante spanked you too! So that was your deal, huh?”

Morgan stopped struggling against the grip of the two girls and lowered her head in shame.

“You’re probably wondering why I know this,” Abigail continued. “Well, you know I said we would get back to Miss Diamante? I have a little confession. She’s my aunt you see, and my mother’s older sister. I know the “deals” she likes to strike with students. Oh and you thought you were the first? She told me that you made a deal with her and I hazarded a guess that she may have spanked one or both of you. She may have thrown me into detention for a week but it came at the cost of a double spanking. Oh this is priceless!”

“Joanna’s had her punishment already,” Morgan finally said. “Isn’t that enough?”

“No, because I need to punish her myself,” Abigail said turning back to look at Joanna.

“Punish me instead,” Morgan pleaded.

Abigail laughed. “That isn’t going to work on me, Morgan. Unlike Miss Diamante, I don’t cut deals.”

Morgan felt beaten and Joanna began to sob.

“What should I spank her with?” Abigail asked her gang.

“This!” Becca said as she pulled out one of Morgan’s sneakers from out of the kitbag that lay on the floor and handed it to the Queen Bee.

“It’s got a rubber sole,” Abigail said as she examined the sneaker. “That will sting rather nicely. Perfect!”

“She can’t take another spanking,” Morgan said trying to convince Abigail. “We’re both recovering from the last one.”

“I’m going to spank her and then we’re even,” Abigail said tapping the rubber sole of the sneaker against the palm of her hand to test it.

“Please don’t do this,” Morgan begged but the Queen Bee ignored her.

Abigail made her way over to where Joanna was being held by Sophie and Courtney. She then proceeded to tuck Joanna’s skirt into the waistband, exposing her naked bottom once more. Morgan’s foster-sister continued to weep but she didn’t beg or plead to be spared.

“Joanna, do you consent to me spanking you?” Abigail asked showing her the sneaker.

“No Joanna, don’t,” Morgan begged her foster-sister.

“Yes…” Joanna finally blurted out. “I con… con… consent.”

“You heard her girls,” Abigail said triumphantly. “She consented. Now there’s no come back.”

Morgan tried to look away from the scene before her but Becca grabbed her head and forced her to watch.

“I’m going to give you six strokes,” Abigail explained. “Morgan will keep count and thank me each time, as I doubt you’ll be in a fit enough state to do so, Joanna.”

“What?!” exclaimed Morgan.

“You heard me, Morgan,” Abigail said pointing the sneaker towards her. “I may not be able to spank you, but I can certainly make you part of this.”

With that, Abigail raised the sneaker and brought it to bear against Joanna’s bare buttock cheeks. The sound of the impact reverberated around the locker room and it sounded like someone had fired a gun. Joanna screamed and leapt a good two feet into the air. If she wasn’t being held in place, Morgan was sure the blow would have sent her foster-sister flying through the air.

“Morgan?” Abigail said as a reminder.

“No! I won’t do it,” Morgan cried and tears started to well up in her eyes.

“That didn’t count girls,” Abigail said defiantly. “If you don’t keep count Morgan, then each blow won’t count and I will keep on spanking the brat until you do.”

“One…” Morgan sobbed knowing that seeing her in this state was a victory for the Queen Bee.

“We’ll start again,” Abigail said and promptly she delivered another stroke with the sneaker.

Joanna’s shriek was painful for Morgan to bear and she broke down and visibly sobbed. It was hard for her to bring herself to say “one”.

“And?” Abigail reminded once more.

“Thank you, Abigail,” Morgan blurted out.

“Good!” Abigail said rather pleased and a second later she delivered another stroke.

By now, Joanna’s bottom was marked red by the sole of the sneaker. Her sobs and cries echoed around the locker room like the wail of a banshee. Morgan closed her eyes. Becca may have held her head in place through brute strength but she didn’t have to watch her poor foster-sister suffer.

“Two,” Morgan said quickly. “Thank you, Abigail.

Morgan heard the third stroke and it sounded even louder than the last. However, as much as she tried, she couldn’t block out Joanna’s agonizing cries.

“Three. Thank you, Abigail,” Morgan said rather robotically.

The fourth stroke was delivered, Joanna seemed to scream even more loudly and Abigail and her friends were laughing and jeering. Morgan counted the fourth stroke and thanked Abigail.

“Are you enjoying this, brat?” Abigail asked Joanna. “I certainly am!”

The fifth stroke came and Morgan gave the count. She thanked Abigail once more and could hear how hysterical Joanna was. Abigail’s friends continued to laugh and jeer.

“One more,” Abigail said with a tinge of disappointment. Then she delivered the final stroke.

“Six,” Morgan kept count. “Thank you, Abigail.”

The very next moment, Courtney and Sophie let go of Joanna’s arms and she crumple to the floor. A second later, Morgan was free and she raced over to her foster-sister. She gathered up the broken Joanna in her arms and held her tightly.

“I believe this is yours,” Abigail said dropping the sneaker into Morgan’s lap.

The gabble girls around the Queen Bee spontaneously burst into laughter as Morgan cradled the weeping Joanna.

“You bitch!” Morgan said with venom and she turned to face Abigail.

Abigail and her friends continued to laugh and point.

“I should give you a fucking beating!” Morgan said rising from off the floor. She clung tightly to her sneaker and raised it above her head as if she was ready to use it against Abigail.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Miss Diamante’s voice cut through the laughter.

Morgan spun around to face the Head of Discipline. “That bitch,” Morgan said pointing at Abigail with her sneaker, “gave Joanna a beating.”

“Is that true, Abigail?” Miss Diamante asked her niece.

“No, Miss Diamante,” Abigail answered in a sickly sweet tone. “We were initiating Joanna into our sorority with a simple hazing. The girls will confirm that she consented to the spanking.”

All four members of Abigail’s gang nodded and agreed.

“Did she consent, Morgan?” Miss Diamante asked without moving her gaze from Joanna.

“Well, yes she did in a way,” Morgan replied hesitantly. “But she didn’t have a choice…”

“Then she consented,” Miss Diamante said cutting off Morgan midsentence. “That means Joanna is now part of the sorority and the matter is closed.”

Morgan saw the look of disappointment on Abigail’s face. Despite being let off by her aunt, she now had to accept Joanna into her sorority. Every cloud has a silver lining, thought Morgan.

“Now if you and your friends could leave us Abigail, I wish to speak to Morgan and her foster-sister alone.”

“But…” Abigail tried to protest.

“No buts,” Miss Diamante said assertively. “Please do as I say. Otherwise all of you will be facing disciplinary action. Now go!”

Morgan watched as the Queen Bee and her gang turned and filed out of the locker room in stunned silence. Abigail may have gotten away with her “hazing” of Joanna but she would now have to accept Morgan’s foster-sister into her precious sorority.

“Now Morgan,” Miss Diamante said turning to face the cheerleader. “I will see you tomorrow for a Saturday detention. I can not have a student threatening another with physical violence.”

“But that’s not fair!” Morgan protested.

“Fair?” Miss Diamante said crossing her arms. “Under the circumstances I think it’s very fair. My niece’s punishment is she has to accept Joanna into her sorority and as a senior member of the faculty I’m a witness to your foster-sister’s initiation. However, I can not allow you to threaten another student and so I must place you in detention.”

“How about we cut another deal?” Morgan said in hope that she would get out of the Saturday detention.

“I’m not cutting you another deal, Morgan,” Miss Diamante said with a grin. “Besides, I’ve given Joanna a helping hand into a sorority and that’s the compensation she’s getting. No, you will have a Saturday detention and your name will go into my discipline book. That’s the price you have to pay.”