A Token of Tradition
At Marlebridge College, two mischievous students stage a birthday spanking in a strictly off-limits location. But, their forbidden fun takes an unexpected turn, becoming a lesson that neither of them saw coming. It turns out that some traditions are best handled by a seasoned expert!
from 📚 The Seat of Learning
It was 9:30pm when Edie Carlton ushered Lorna Bell from the bottom of the rear dormitory staircase and into the shadows behind the hydrangeas.
“Come on,” Edie whispered. “If we’re going to do it, it has to be tonight. Otherwise, you’d have to wait for another twelve months!”
“I never said I actually wanted to go through with it,” Lorna replied, clutching her cardigan. “I only mentioned that there’s this silly tradition for marking birthdays. We don’t have to.”
But her friend wasn't planning to take no for an answer. “It’s just a bit of naughty fun. Besides, if we don’t do it, everyone will think we’re chickens.”
Lorna’s breath caught. She was nervous, but the idea of backing out also sent a shiver of anxiety through her.
“Fine,” she muttered. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
“Twenty one birthday swats. Plus one to grow on,” Edie said with a grin. “It’s a rite of passage, and they say it’s a tradition that leaves a lasting impression.”
“It’s childish,” Lorna said.
“It’s cute,” Edie countered. “And I won’t let you graduate from Marlebridge College without a few respectable shenanigans under your belt.”
They darted across the courtyard, shoes whispering over the flagstones. The main building loomed ahead, a square Georgian edifice with ivy-clad walls. The only light still visible came from the upper floor: the faculty corridor.
Miss Mortimer’s study sat above the archway. No student entered without a summons, and nobody wanted one of those.
“Come on,” Edie said. “I saw her leave at six. We’ll be in and out.”
The study was dark and academic. Bookshelves lined one wall, their spines indistinct in shadow. A clock ticked. The old-fashioned scholastic ambience was perfect for their ritual.
An armchair sat in its usual place, upholstered in burgundy leather and chosen, they suspected, for endurance rather than comfort. A green-shaded lamp cast a soft glow across Miss Mortimer’s desk. With its tinted glass shade, it was the only light they dared to switch on.
Lorna hovered near the door, her arms folded across her chest, her knuckles white.
“This is wrong, Edie. We shouldn’t be here.”
“It’s a celebration,” Edie said, drawing the curtains. “A symbolic moment to honour your twenty-first birthday. We’ll raise a toast to your dignity later. In the meantime, I can hardly wait to toast your backside.”
Lorna swallowed, her heart pounding. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but there was a hint of glee in her voice now, despite her nervousness. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the armchair. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
Edie patted the armchair, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Up you get. Assume the position. This is your big moment, Lorna.”
“Yeah-yeah. Make the most of it. I know when your birthday is too, you know.”
She turned, kneeling on the edge of the seat cushion and placing her hands on the chair’s arms, leaning forward with solemnity. Edie surveyed the scene like a master of ceremonies.
“Go on,” she prompted. “Stick your tushie out more. How am I meant to give you a proper birthday spanking like that? A beautiful bottom deserves top presentation.”
With a playful wiggle, Lorna obliged. There was tension in the room now, as if it too was sharing in their forbidden thrill.
“Okay, birthday girl. You’re getting twenty one swats, plus one more to grow on!”
And so she began. The first few spanks were tentative, but her confidence soon grew. The slap of her palm against the seat of Lorna’s leggings rang in the confined space, punctuated by Edie’s playful commentary. She was enjoying herself, her voice mischievous.
“This one is for your abysmal poetry assignment.”
Smack.
“And I’d better give you a couple extra hard for daring to suggest that Miss Mortimer dyes her hair. Come to think of it, you've been a very cheeky girl this term, so I'd better attend to these lovely cheeks!”
Thwack. Thwack.
“And this one,” she declared, delivering a particularly resonant Smack, “is for hiding the best biscuits during tea week.”
Lorna squirmed and laughed. Beneath the thrill, her heart leapt at every sound, the fear of discovery still nagging at the back of her mind.
“I did not hide the biscuits,” she protested. Her giggles made it a less than convincing denial.
“You certainly did. And since you’re not squirming nearly enough, these last few will be the hardest of all.” Edie's tone was jovial, but she intended to leave her friend with a memorable buzz to mark the occasion.
Lorna's voice was a breathless mix of excitement and nerves. A warm, ticklish sting was spreading beneath her thin cotton leggings, but she was determined to tease her friend.
“Oh, really?” she laughed. “I hadn’t actually realised you’d started yet. I thought you were still warming up.”
“Oh, really? You’re in for it now,” Edie chuckled. “You have four to go, so brace yourself. These are going to be the ones you remember.”
She delivered the next four swats with more force, each one accompanied by a loud smack that echoed through the room. Lorna grimaced, trying to suppress her laughter, her cheeks flushed. The tingling heat of her behind was a stark contrast to the cool leather of the armchair.
“And one to grow on,” Edie teased, her voice dropping to an excited whisper. “This one’s for good luck. Trust me, you’re in for a lot of good luck!”
She landed a final emphatic smack with a loud crack, just as the handle turned and the door swung open.
“Well-well-well. Miss Carlton, and Miss Bell. How 'very' unexpected.”
Miss Mortimer stood in the doorway, framed in the hallway light. Her dark skirt suit was as sharp as ever, her silver pince-nez glinting at the bridge of her nose. Under her stern gaze, it felt as though the office temperature dropped by a couple of degrees.
Edie straightened as if she’d been caught stealing. Lorna turned crimson and buried her face in the chair. Both girls shared a tremble of embarrassment and fear.
Miss Mortimer stepped forward, closing the door. Even the click of the latch sounded ominous.
“I have always thought the two of you would make academic history. I hadn’t expected it would involve breaking and entering, and an impromptu disciplinary pageant.”
Edie opened her mouth, but immediately closed it again.
Miss Mortimer circled the desk, eyeing the pretty young woman poised upon her burgundy armchair.
“You are both aware these offices are out of bounds after six o’clock?”
Lorna, still flushed and half-bent, replied, “Yes, Miss Mortimer.”
“And yet, here you are?” Their tutor’s voice was harsh, cutting the silence like the crack of a whip.
“I’m sorry, Miss Mortimer. It was… well, it’s a birthday tradition,” Edie tried to explain. “We didn't mean any harm. Just... marking the occasion.”
Miss Mortimer raised an eyebrow.
“I hope you realise how seriously I take this kind of disgraceful intrusion into my private study. This is not a game, Miss Carlton. And you, Miss Bell, should know better than to take part in such foolishness.”
The girls winced, braced for academic doom.
Miss Mortimer’s gaze swept over them like a searchlight in an old movie. The girls dreaded what might follow. A stern lecture? An even more severe rebuke?
But then, slowly at first, there was a flicker at the edge of Miss Mortimer’s mouth. A betrayed smile. First a twitch, then a barely suppressed laugh.
“You two are incorrigible,” she declared. “So, do I even need to ask whose birthday it is?”
With a sigh of relief, Lorna raised a timid hand.
Miss Mortimer’s smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, happy birthday, Miss Bell. Twenty one swats, was it? I daresay this is one birthday spanking you won’t forget in a hurry.”
Lorna gave a mortified nod of agreement, breathing a sigh of relief that her tutor appeared to see the funny side of the situation.
“And Miss Carlton took it upon herself to conduct the ritual? Without any proper training, I presume?” Miss Mortimer asked, her voice teasing.
Edie blinked. “Miss…?” she queried, uncertainty creeping in.
“Well, I mean, just look. Your technique’s all wrong. Lorna’s not in the correct position at all. I shouldn’t have to intervene, but if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing well. This is a tradition that needs to be honoured with a firm hand.”
She turned to Edie, her eyes revealing a gleam of desire.
“Come here, Miss Carlton.”
Edie blinked, her voice betraying a touch of apprehension. “But, it’s not my birthday, Miss . I can watch and learn if you want to give a demonstration with Lorna.”
Miss Mortimer folded her arms, her face arranging into a picture of headmistressly severity. She tapped her foot, a simple pantomime of faux-impatience that sent an almost electric jolt buzzing to Edie's core. The gesture hinted at something forbidden, yet inviting. Edie's skin tingled in response, a warm flutter of excitement spreading deep within her belly.
“I suggest you don’t keep me waiting,” Miss Mortimer warned. Her voice was stern, yet playful. “You started this little game, and now it’s time for me to show you how it should be done.”
Lorna gave Edie a gleeful shove. “You’re in for it now, Edie.”
“Quiet, the pair of you,” Miss Mortimer chuckled. “If you’re going to go around performing unsanctioned birthday spankings in a restricted space, I’d better give you some expert guidance. Consider it a pre-emptive celebration.”
Before Edie could object, Miss Mortimer had seated herself in the armchair, smoothing her skirt in preparation. She extended one hand, tapping her lap.
“Over my knee, young lady.”
Lorna gave a delighted chuckle, but Edie groaned, her heart pounding. She could feel her friend’s eyes on her, and could sense her delighted anticipation. After a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed, bending with only part-feigned reluctance. Surely Miss Mortimer was teasing her, but there was suddenly an edge of tension in the room.
She experienced a tantalising shiver as she felt her no-nonsense tutor folding back her skirt, revealing the white cotton panties beneath. A playful pattern of cartoon-like strawberries decorated the fabric that was now stretched taut across the curves of her well-rounded bottom.
“I don’t think this is strictly necessary,” Edie insisted, feeling Miss Mortimer’s hand take a firm grip around her hips.
“Nonsense,” said Miss Mortimer. “Good spanking technique involves even tempo, good posture, and robust contact. I’m sure you’ll find this practical demonstration educational. Later, I’ll decide whether you both require some additional, more advanced training.”
And thus... she began. Each slap was firm, delivered with enough snap to keep Edie squirming. Miss Mortimer’s hand moved with a confident rhythm that was almost hypnotic, the sound of each impact echoing through the room.
“A well-trained spanker tries to keep their hand relaxed and open, Miss Carlton. A firm, even surface ensures maximum impact. And don’t neglect the follow-through.”
Edie, initially tense, relaxed into the sensations, her body adjusting to the steady cadence of the spanking. She let out a soft gasp at the sting of each impact, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and something else. Something that felt almost like... excitement?
Miss Mortimer delivered a brisk dozen, then paused, her hand resting lightly on Edie’s warmed bottom. “Remind me again. Twenty one, was it?”
“It’s still not my birthday yet,” Edie protested, but another crisp swat landed before she could say more.
Miss Mortimer chuckled. “Ah, but traditions are traditions, Miss Carlton, and I love traditions. This one in particular!”
She continued, her palm cracking down with renewed vigour, each smack resonating through the room. Edie’s breathy gasps turned into soft moans, her body squirming. It may have begun as playful fun, but Miss Mortimer’s demonstration was beginning to smart.
“Now do you understand how it should be done, Miss Carlton?” Miss Mortimer asked, her voice laced with amusement. “Precision and purpose, but never be afraid to add a bit of flair now and then.”
And with that, she delivered a series of exquisite whacks to the precise crease where Edie's bottom met her thighs.
“And always remember, the goal is to leave a lasting impression. So make sure that you deliver the last one with a bit more... impact!”
Miss Mortimer unleashed the full weight of her palm, turning-in with her shoulder to deliver a sharp thwack that spanned the lower curve of Edie's bottom. The young woman's yelp of surprise caused even Lorna to raise an eyebrow.
“Miss Mortimer,” Lorna began, a cheeky tone to her voice, “I think I've heard 'one for good luck' is part of the tradition too. Don't you think so, Edie?”
With the throbbing memory of that final smack still filling her behind with a hot tingle, Edie shot her friend an accusing glance.
“Ah yes, of course,” Miss Mortimer confirmed. “Did you forget to mention that to me, Edie? In that case, we'd better make it 'two' for good luck, just to be on the safe side.”
There was nothing playful about those final two spanks, cracking first across one cheek, then the other. The reddened glow that now extended well beyond the knicker-elastic was beginning to coordinate with Edie's strawberry patterned panties. She winced, feeling every last bit of the stinging sincerity.
Finally, she stood, her face flushed but grinning. She massaged the seat of her panties without inhibition, and gave a saucy pout.
“Lesson duly noted, Miss,” she confirmed.
“And I should hope so too.”
Miss Mortimer rose, smoothing her sleeves in the manner of a job well done. She looked from one girl to the other.
“Now, if you insist on spanking each other in my study, at least you know the proper technique. And for your next birthdays, I shall expect an invitation.”
She opened the door and gestured grandly.
They ran.
Outside, the courtyard air was cool and sweet with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere of the study. Lorna clung to Edie’s sleeve as they half-skipped, half-tripped toward the dormitory, their giggles drifting through the quiet night.
“You actually got an early birthday spanking from Miss Mortimer,” Lorna gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. “She’s not quite so terrifying as I thought. In fact, I think she was enjoying herself.”
Edie gave a wry smile.
“You know, Lorna, I think that's what they would call a very hands-on lesson in tradition. Do you think she might have done this before?”
She was laughing, but could still feel the insistent prickly warmth in her rear as a reminder of the evening's unexpected turn of events. She found it hard to decide if she was finding the sensation more embarrassing, or exhilarating.
Lorna paused at the dormitory entrance, finally triumphant.
“Well, surely that has to meet your definition of shenanigans! My bottom is still tingling. Shall we say: same time next year?”
Edie smoothed her skirt, trying to regain some of her usual composure. “Yours might be tingling, but I think Miss Mortimer has given my backside third-degree blushes! I have a funny feeling she will already be getting our birthdays scheduled into her diary.”
They shared a conspiratorial grin, the excitement of their forbidden adventure lingering. They had a secret now. A thrilling moment that had brought them closer together.
Epilogue
As she closed the door to her study, Miss Mortimer couldn’t help but chuckle. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, but a rather delightful one. There was something satisfying about guiding young minds through the nuances of tradition.
From her study window above the courtyard, she watched Edie and Lorna scampering across the flagstones. They were as breathless and giggly as schoolgirls who had just pulled off a delightful prank.
There was something to be said for birthday traditions, and perhaps next year’s would be even more enlightening. It's a pity faculty aren’t eligible for birthday swats, she mused. I daresay a few of my colleagues might benefit.
With a final, satisfied smile, she let the curtains fall back into place, the room once again bathed in the soft glow of the green-shaded desk lamp. The night was quiet, but her mind was alive with the thrill of the unexpected, and the possibility of more adventures to come.
Remembering the pert bottom presented across her lap only minutes earlier, Miss Mortimer reflected that traditions, properly observed, should always leave their mark...
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