Ella Raine’s Bad Report Card

 “Ella Raine! Come in here right now!” Daddy yelled from the living room. Ella had literally just walked in the door, still in her school uniform. She peeked her head into the living room a moment later, scared of the tone of her voice.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked meekly. 

“In here. Now.” Ella stepped in towards him, keeping her eyes on the floor. Once she stood before him, Daddy held up a letter half propped out of a ripped up envelope. “What the hell is this? You’re failing 2 courses this semester?!”

Ella’s downward eyes went wide. Shit. She didn’t realize that letter was coming home so soon; she thought she could’ve grabbed it and disposed of it before Daddy found it in the mail. 

“Look at me,” Daddy instructed. Ella forced herself to look up at him and meet his disapproving eyes. “All that money to go to college and you’re failing 2 classes! Why?!” Ella coughed a bit before attempting to speak. 

“Daddy, I-“

“You’re too busy partying, huh? Too busy getting high and drunk with your little friends, sleeping late and missing class? And now they might have to expel you? Is that something to be proud of?”

Ella dropped her head again, staring firmly at her shoes. 

“Is that the reputation you want to have? The girl who paid to fail out of college? Is that the kind of legacy you want to bring home to your Daddy?” Ella, feeling the tears welling in her eyes, shook her head no. “Look. At. Me.”

Ella lifted her head again to Daddy, hoping the tears would gain some sympathy. They did not. 

“Oh no, it’s far too late for tears now. Is school just some big joke to you? Is your life that meaningless to you? Don’t you want to make something of yourself? Get a good job and make money? Or do you want to screw around getting stoned and partying all the time way past the party age because you fucked up the most important time of your life?” Ella shook her head no, swallowing the lump in her throat hard and trying not to cry from the scolding. “Answer me.” 

“N-no, Daddy..”

“Are you going to just become some bum? Is that good enough for you?”

“No, D-Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix your grades or your mistakes, Ella. What good does that do? Too late for sorry now. What’s done is done. And what might be done is your college career.” Ella sniffled, the tears starting to fall. “But we’re gonna get you back on track right here, right now.”

“Huh?”

Daddy grabbed Ella by the wrist and walked her to the couch. He took a seat and pulled her over his lap. 

“Huh?! Daddy!? What are you doing?”

“Doing something that should’ve been done a long time ago,” Daddy said, beginning to swat her skirted behind. “Giving you a spanking.”

“What?! Ow! Daddyyy!”

“This is how we’re gonna deal with this from now on,” Daddy said, still spanking. “Tough love.” 

“Owww! It hurts!”

Daddy didn’t care, doing hard swats across her skirt. 

“You need serious discipline, and I’m giving it to you. We’re gonna get you back to passing. And we’re gonna curb your terrible behavior. And this is how we're gonna do it. You miss class? You’re getting spanked. You lose a homework assignment? You’re getting spanked. I find out you were drinking on a weeknight? You’re. Getting. Spanked!” Daddy emphasized his point by doing a hard spank for every word in his last sentence. 

“Oww!” Ella wiggled and kicked her legs a bit. Daddy stopped and lifted her skirt up, fully exposing her purple bikini cut panties. Ella began shaking a bit, pushing her arm back. 

“Heyyy! Daddy!!!”

Daddy quickly pinned her hand down to the small of her back and used his other hand to pull up on the panties, letting them snap back against her butt. 

“Are these the regulation panties you’re supposed to wear to school?! You know fully well the rules are white, full bottomed panties! No wonder you’re failing.”

“Daddy! That’s not why! No one even sees them!”

“They will,” Daddy said, beginning to spank on her panties. 

“Owww! What?!”

“I’ll be phoning the headmaster and letting him know he and your professors have my consent to spank you if you’re acting up or need the guidance.”

“OW! Daaaddy nooo!!”

“Mhm. So you better start wearing the right underwear or you’ll get it more.”

Daddy kept Ella’s hand down with one hand and used the other to keep the swats coming upon her pantied behind. The minutes passed, filled with the sounds of slaps and Ella’s whines and cries and pleas, begging Daddy to stop and false promises that she’d learned her lesson. As he worked, the panties begin to wedge themselves up a bit so Daddy was getting some bare skin. What peeked out from behind the moving purple curtain was a light pink glow on Ella’s normally white bubbly butt cheeks. 

After a good 5 minutes of spanking, Daddy stopped again and let go of Ella’s hand. She quickly pushed it in front of her with her other hand, relieved that she had it free and that the terror on her behind had stopped. This relief disappeared immediately as she felt Daddy’s thumbs slide under the waistband of her panties and felt the panties start lowering. Immediately her hand shot back again to try and stop him, but it was too late, as Daddy pulled her panties down all the way to her knees and left them there, returning to the completely exposed target in his lap. Ella shook, her pink cheeks jiggling as she did. 

“Dadddyyyy noooo!! Not like that!” she cried. Daddy rubbed her sore butt a little bit.   

“Yes like that. Now we’ve got your bottom bared I can start spanking you for real.”

“For real?? That’s what you’ve been doing!!”

“No that was just a taste. Now you get the real deal.”

Daddy began spanking firmer and faster, alternating between the cheeks. Ella cried out in pain, now feeling his full heavy hand on her bare butt. 

“Owww! Ouch! Daddy please! I’ll do better in class I promise! Ow!”

“Oh I know you will, Ella. Because this is just a patty cake compared to what I’ll do next time.” 

“Owwww!!” Daddy held her close to him around her waist with one hand, using his other hand to punish. Ella fidgeted, making him stop and start slapping her thighs. 

“OWWW!”

“Stay still and I’ll just warm your behind. Move around and your thighs will get some.” Daddy resumed spanking her bottom, never giving her a second of relief between slaps. 

“Two classes failing. Are you proud of yourself?” Daddy asked, never stopping the spanks. 

“Owww no!”

“Are you sure? Is going to the club all night and missing a midterm worth it?”

“Ow! Noo!”

“I hope not.”

Daddy spanked Ella for another 5 minutes before stopping. Her cheeks were now a good light red. Her panties had made their way down to her ankles from all her kicking around. 

“Okay. Get up.” Ella quickly propped herself up, and she bent down to pull her panties back up. Daddy put his hand on her arm. “No no, leave those. We’re not done yet. Bend over the couch and stick your ass out.” Ella, sore and on the verge of tears again, looked for any kind of sympathy. 

“Daddy, PLEASE.”

“Bend. Over.”

Ella let out a whine of despair as she bent over the couch, gripping the back of it. She arched her back a bit, sticking her behind out as instructed. Daddy lifted her skirt again, fully exposing her red behind. He then began undoing his belt. Ella noticed and gasped. 

“Daddy!”

“Hush and stay in position. You’ve earned this.” Daddy got his belt all the way off and folded it, turning it into a weapon of ass destruction. He slapped it against his left palm, ensuring he got it right behind standing beside Ella and resting it against her cheeks. He swung back and CRACK! against Ella’s ass. Ella let out a scream of pain and buckled her knees, going down. That HURT! “Back in position,” Daddy warned. Ella resumed position, the dam in her eyes starting to break as she began crying. 

Woosh! SMACK! came the next hit. 

“OWWWW!” Ella cried, fully crying now as she bounced her butt from the pain. 

“Save the tears. It’s YOUR fault you’re in this position, not mine. Now shush.”

Daddy gave her 8 more swats from his brush, putting light welts on her already red ass, making it redder and swell a bit. Ella cried the whole time, her ass perpetually becoming more on fire with each hit. She was mostly able to stay still before/after each one, despite the howls of pain. 

After the 10th hit, Daddy inspected Ella’s sore, red bottom before positioning the belt across her cheeks again. 

“You’re going to get 10 hard ones in a row and that’ll be that, unless you move or break position, in which case there will be more. Understand?” Ella let out a sob and a nod. 

“Y-yes, Daddy!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Daddy delivered the hard hits in rapid succession across both her cheeks at once. Ella let out full on screams of pain as they went and finished, her butt in metaphorical flames. She was full on sobbing from the pain. Daddy put his belt back on and inspected his handiwork, feeling the heat on her skin. Ella flinched as he touched, tender from the pain. After a few moments of rubbing, Daddy stopped. 

“This is your ONLY warning spanking. You’re going to get yourself back on the right track or I will wear your ass out. What you got today will seem like NOTHING. Am I clear?” Ella nodded and sobbed. 

“Before you leave in the morning you will show me that you’re wearing the proper panties. And your headmaster will be phoned to have my consent to spank you as necessary.” Ella let out a cry at this. 

“Not my fault, dear. That’s on you,” Daddy chastised. “Now go stand in the corner with your hands on your head.” Ella stood up off the couch and began rubbing her butt. She waddled over to a corner in the room that Daddy pointed at. Once she was in there she began pulling her panties back up. 

“Aht! Leave those panties down at your ankles, raise your skirt, and put your hands on your head.” Ella quickly did as she was told for fear of upsetting him more, and put herself in the position he wanted, her plaid skirt raised, her non-regulation purple panties down bunched around her ankles, and her red ass out on full display. Daddy walked over and gave her ass a final spank making her yelp before sitting back on the couch. Keeping an eye on Ella’s freshly spanked behind, he took out his phone and called the school. 

“Hi, Headmaster Jones? This is Ella Raine’s Daddy. I’d like to talk a bit about this letter you sent home. Well, I have a solution I think will make us both happy…”

Ella cried as she listened, her top cheeks red and stained with tears, her bottom cheeks redder and stained with welts. And as she listened in, she knew both sets of cheeks were set to be red for a long time.