The Copycat

    Belinda Krüger was scared. Her professor had asked her to follow her to her office after class to discuss what Professor Mannings said was “a matter of upmost importance”. Did Professor Mannings suspect Belinda had been cheating? Copying answers off of the other students’ test papers? If she did, Belinda could lose her scholarship.

    Professor Mandy Mannings pointed at a chair in front of her desk, and asked the pretty blonde to sit down. “Belinda, you may not know it, but I have a security camera in my classroom. I like to record my lectures. And my students when they take a test. To make sure none of them are cheating. I want you to watch this video, and tell me if I’m wrong or not, but it looks like you’re copying your answers off of Sally Mullins’ test sheet.” The dark haired Professor handed her phone to the nervous German girl. 

   Belinda took the phone with shaking hands, and watched the clip, hoping to be able to lie her way out of trouble. Belinda thought she was an expert liar, although on more than one occasion, lying had made a bad situation even worse for her, and her big bottom had usually paid the price for her lies. Watching the clip Belinda realized you could just see the back of her and Sally’s heads. The security camera must be located at the back of Professor Mannings’ classroom. 

    “Professor Mannings, you can just see the back of my head in this clip. You can’t tell for sure if I’m looking at Sally’s paper or not. And I wasn’t. If we had the same answers, that’s because ALL of the students with the CORRECT answers would all have the same answers, wouldn’t they?” Belinda said, proud of what she thought was a foolproof defense.

   Professor Mannings smiled, her dimples twinkling, “That’s true, Belinda. but would they all have the same INCORRECT answers? Unfortunately for you, you picked one of the worse students I’ve ever had to copy off of. You even misspelled the same words. Words I’ve seen Sally misspell before. I’m sorry. But I’m going to have to report this to the dean.”

    Tears began to fall out of Belinda’s big blue eyes and roll down her pretty cheeks. “Please, Professor Mannings, don’t do that. I’ll lose my scholarship and be expelled. I admit it, I copied Sally’s answers. But…  something came up last weekend and I didn’t have time to study.” The ““something” was a keg party at the local fraternity house, but Belinda didn’t think revealing that bit of info would help her case much. “Please, Professor, if you let me take that test over, I promise I’ll pass it.”

     The Professor ran her fingers through her jet black hair, watching Belinda closely, her dark brown eyes troubled. “Belinda, have you noticed what’s on my desk?” For the first time Belinda, did. Lying on top of a stack of books was a large oval hairbrush, as black as sin. Belinda gasped, a hairbrush just like that one, had blistered her bottom more than once, and had left the German brat unable to sit down for days.

    Professor Mannings smiled sinisterly, “Ah, I can tell by your reaction, you know what a hairbrush like this can do to a young girl’s backside. And so do I. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but when I was in high school,  my history teacher caught me cheating on a test and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my aunt, and she showed up with this very hairbrush. Right there, in front of the principal and his secretary, she took me across her knee, and blistered my bare bottom. That was the worse spanking I ever got, but I knew I deserved it, every fiery crack of that brush, and I NEVER cheated again.  And now that I’m a professor, I use it to teach my students a lesson, hoping they’ll never cheat again. So, yes, I will let you take this test over, and not report you to the dean, if you agree to allow me to punish you for cheating first, Belinda.”

   Belinda sat in her seat, squirming, as if her bottom was already on fire. She had heard the hairbrush’s song before, playing a steady rhythm on her bare backside, as she sang along. Each stroke adding fuel to the fire, raising bruises and blisters. But what could she do? She didn’t want to lose her scholarship, and she hated to admit it, Professor Mannings was right, she should be punished for going to a party instead of studying, and then cheating. Belinda whispered, “If you let me take that test over, you can… spank me, Professor Mannings.”

      “Good girl, Belinda, I think this will do you a world of good”, Mandy said as she moved her chair into the center of her office.”Now, bare your bottom and get over my lap, you naughty thing.”

   Embarrassed, the German girl slipped out of her jeans and underwear and slid over her professor’s lap. Mandy admired Belinda’s big bottom, so full and round, and currently as white as winter snow. But Mandy knew it wouldn’t be that shade much longer. Belinda wasn’t the first student to find herself across Mandy’s lap. There had been a number of them, both males and females. Even a few of her fellow professors. And they had all ended up dancing before her, frantically rubbing their burning backsides, their heads thrown back, as they howled to Heaven. But none of them had an ass as glorious as this German brat. She had wanted to light it on fire the first time she saw Belinda walk into her classroom.

   And now she was finally going to get to. She started slow and gently. Playful spanks. Until Belinda’s big bottom was pink and tingling. Barely warm. Giving Belinda false hope, that she may actually enjoy her punishment, until the swats began to fall faster and faster, harder and harder, turning Belinda’s rear redder and redder. Toasting her tush. A fire that started in the center of each of Belinda’s chubby butt cheeks, and then began to spread from one side to the other, until every inch of her backside was blazing. Especially her sit spots. Mandy made sure she raised a fine crop of blisters there before releasing Belinda. 
   Belinda flew off of her professor’s lap, shocked by how hot her bottom felt when she touched it, finding it was way too sore to rub like she wanted to. She danced from foot to foot, a comical and childish dance, sobbing loudly, while Mandy watched her hungrily.

   When Belinda finally regained her senses, she asked Professor Mannings, “So, when I can I retake that test?”

   The dark haired woman, moved her hard wooden chair back over to her desk, and said, “Right now. Oh, and don’t bother to get dressed. You can leave those off until you finish this exam.”

   Belinda blue eyes grew wide, “But … there’s no way I can sit down right now! My popo is on FIRE!”

    Mandy grinned devilishly, “I told you you could take this test over. I never told you when. It’s now or never. Your choice, girl. But if you don’t take it, I’ll be forced to fail you and you’ll lose your scholarship.”

    The big bottomed blonde struggled to sit down, and was able to, only after trying three times. And even then, she couldn’t concentrate on her test. Mandy and Belinda was only able to think of one thing for the next half hour, Belinda’s fiery red rear.

  It was a week later, and Belinda was again in Professor Mannings’ office. Sitting in the exact same chair she had taken her makeup test in. But this time she was able to do so without squirming. The bruises and blisters from Professor Mannings’ hairbrush’s assault on the cute blonde’s ample ass had mostly faded away. 

     Professor Mannings, a lovely woman in her late thirties, handed Belinda her test back, with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Belinda, you did even worse on your makeup test. I’m still going to have to fail you. And, as you know, you were warned by the dean, if you failed one more class, you would lose your scholarship.”

   Belinda began to cry even louder than she did the work before, when the Professor was setting her plump posterior on fire. “ But… I couldn’t think straight when I took that test. Not after what you just did. Trying to remember my studies, while struggling to sit still in this chair. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a campfire. Plus I told you I didn’t have the time to study last weekend.” 

    “Yes, you did, Belinda, and why was that? What was so important that you didn’t have the time to study?” the Professor asked, eyeing Belinda suspectedly. 

     “Well… I… Saturday night, I… that is… “, Belinda tried to think of a believable lie, while nervously eyeing the hairbrush that was still lying on Professor Manning’s desk. “I got food poisoning, and was at the ER all night, and was sick all day Sunday, too.” 

   “Hmmm. that’s interesting. Linda Harris told me she saw you at a fraternity party Saturday night and you were there until about two o’clock in the morning, before she saw you stumbling back to your dorm with a member of the punk band that was playing at that party.” 

   Belinda’s cheeks blushed as red as her ass did the week before, “I’m sorry, I lied about that. I did go to a party, and stayed there longer than I meant to. But if you let me take that test over. On Monday. I promise, I’ll stay in my room ALL weekend and study for it. Please, Professor Mannings.”

     “I guess I could give you another chance. I hate to see any student lose their scholarship. But maybe I should give you something to think about before you leave my office today. Something that will remind you to spend your time this weekend studying instead of partying.” Professor Mannings said, reaching for her hairbrush.

    It was Saturday night and Belinda was indeed in her room, studying. Lying on her bed, on her stomach, with an ice pack on her bare dark red rear. Twenty four hours after her second spanking from Professor Mannings, and Belinda’s big butt was STILL on fire. She had really tore the German girl’s ass up this time. She had purple bruises in the center of each of her chubby butt cheeks, bruises she knew would take a week to fade away. She planned on taking a pillow with her, when she took her makeup test on Monday. Take it and pass it. Belinda NEVER wanted to give Professor Mannings another reason to spank her.