Class Woes

“Good works ladies! Becca, lead the final stretches and then hit the showers” coach Andie tells us with a clap of her hands for emphasis. I collapse on to the ground in a tired huff. It was her turn to lead the drills today and I’m exhausted. She's new and I guess she wants to get her points a cross that she is super tough and a hard ass. Kind of like someone else I knew. Lets just say I do not like when it’s her turn to lead for the day. I’m even too tired for Becca’s stretching routine and that’s supposed to be easy. Psh! Not today apparently; enough of my whining though. I have to save some of it for Shane later. Heehee.

“Okay guys. Were done for the day. Remember that we’re having a two-hour conditioning session in the weight room tomorrow since it's reserved for us. So don't be late” Becca warns us with her signature glare. Not that it's scary or anything. I roll my eyes and stand up tiredly as I start to head to our locker room.

“Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. I'm exhausted,” Morgan says coming up besides me as she wipes sweat away from her forehead.

“I know! I'm going to sleep so much this weekend!” I say while opening up the locker room door. I like to try to be first to get the best showers. The water temperate and pressure are jussssst right.

“Same; especially since we have three games instead of two next week. Ugh” she says, rolling her eyes as she grabs her towel and shampoo. Don't remind me. We have a make up game since the game had to be rescheduled due to thunderstorms. Hopefully we don't get burned out and lose. We so do NOT need that. I grab my own towel and shower supplies and get in. The warm water is like heaven as it washes away the sweat and grime from practicing out in the humid sun.

“Don't forget that we have practice in the weight from tomorrow with coach hard ass” I hear Amber say to us somewhere in the locker room. Yeah, as you can see coach Andie isn't a crowd favorite around the team.

“I heard the guys is going to be joining us too. So you’ll know how that’ll go. It wont be too bad” Cassie says.

“At least it will be fun with them around” Morgan says, stepping out of her shower. Fun but slightly annoying. What do you expect with boys. At least ill get to spend time with Shane. I rinse my coconut shampoo out of my hair before turning off the water. Btw its Shane’s favorite scent. Total girl moment here.

“Plus side is that it wont take long with more of us in there” I say to Morgan and Amber as I dry off and put fresh clothes on. More people equal less work for me and to think I get told that I don’t see the goodness in everything.

“No kidding, especially on a Friday” Cassie scoffs at how the start of our weekend begins.

“Do you guys want to do something this weekend? Maybe get something to eat or go to the market place?” Morgan asks, packing her bag up. The market place is a little shopping center that has a few restaurants, a small mall, and a movie theatre. Busses run there a few times throughout the weekend, so it allows us to get off campus and do something.

“Sure!” I agree with a shrug as I put my backpack on. As long as I get to take a few naps in, I’m golden.

“I’m cool with it” Amber agrees too, along with Cassie. We decided to come to a decision tomorrow after some thought as we all head out of the locker room. I notice Greyson and his posse is standing around talking to a few of the girls. Hmmmm. I guess the boys are finished with practice as well. Now where’s my boyfriend? Speaking of my handsome devil, I see Shane walk out laughing with Alex and P.K. Morgan practically shoves me out of her way as she prances her way to P.K. Yup, there dating now. Finally! It took those two forever to become official. They’re pretty cute though.

“Hey you. Mmmm, coconut?” Shane says with a smile as he takes my hand and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Just for you. We actually got finished at the same time today” I say happily. The boys practice usually ends way before ours do. They have easier coaches; must be nice.

“For once, huh?” Shane says with a smile.

“Yeah, for once. But don’t get used to it. I think it was a fluke.” I tell him as we head down the hall. Especially with coach Andie here now. She never lets us out early which is weird that she would today. Is she sick or something? Not that I’m complaining. Far, far from it actually.

“You guys act like you’re in practice for an extra hour or something. It's usually fifteen to thirty minutes tops,” Spencer says chuckling.

“Thirty minutes feels like an hour when coach hard ass is in charge,” Morgan says, defending our complaints.

“Yeah! Remember she made some of us puke last week. It made Shane’s training seem like a cake walk,” I mumble. Shane was shocked to learn that I of all people didn’t puke. Surprising to say the least, isn’t it? I’m a lot stronger than I look. I just don’t show it most of the time.

“I don’t know if I should take offense to that or not” Shane says with a smirk. I roll my eyes.

“Shut up” I say bumping into his shoulder lightly.

"I guess we’ll see how tough coach Andie really is because she is helping coach Adam lead tomorrow,” Alex says as we head to the dining room. The boys’ laugh as Morgan groan and I groan.

Later That Night:

I absolutely HATE writing papers; especially English papers. I don’t have the attention span for it. I swear my mind gets so distracted easily. Even Shane thinks its bad. That’s why he left me alone in the library to finish my homework assignment due tomorrow. He thinks he’s too much of a ‘distraction’ for me. Please don’t flatter yourself, Shane. I just get bored and he’s a good distraction at the current moment. A very good looking distraction mind you. I try to work more on my second paragraph. I had to read a short story and do ten paragraphs answering questions that Ms. Reynolds wants answered. Oh and each paragraph has to be three hundred works each. Ugh. Kill me now please. I even asked nicely. I’m writing more gibberish to fill in space when my phone vibrates.

I’m having a move marathon. Come through!! - Amber

What movies? - Me

Cheetah girls! - Amber

Ugh, I wish! I have to finish my English paper =) - Me

Come for at least the first movie. I have snacks!!! - Amber

Sour straws!! - Me

Duh! All yours. Please! - Amber

She knows my weaknesses.

Fine. You got me. I’m coming now! - Me

I close my book and notebooks then shove them into my backpack. I stand up and hurry to where Shane is sitting on the other side o the library. I pull his headphones out and wrap my arms around his neck from behind.

“I’m going to Amber’s room” I tell him. Shane raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Your finished with your paper already?” he asks me. Nope.

“Yup. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Bye” I say giving him a kiss on the cheek before hurrying out of the doors. Let the movie marathon begin. Well, okay, mini movie marathon for me anyways. I’ll worry about my English paper a little later. Sour straws are calling my names.

The Next Day:

Do you know what the perfect cure is for being distracted? Literally having less than five minutes to complete it. I totally didn’t finish my homework. No surprise there. I was having too much fun watch movies and stuffing my face with candy. I figured I could finish it during lunch. It would be complete crap but I’d get it done. Well that didn’t work. I only got over half way done with it and could only work on bits and pieces between classes. English is my last class of the day. I thought I’d be able to get it done by then but that obviously didn’t happen. I’m not sure how to get out of this. Maybe she will have a sudden change of heart and have the paper due Monday instead. I’ll keep telling myself that. It makes me feel better. Oh and not to mention, I had to stay under Shane’s radar about my paper or he’d know that I didn’t actually finish it last night.

“So are you ready for practice today?” Morgan asks me as she comes up to my locker where I am furiously writing who know what down in my notebook.

“As I’ll ever be,” I say offhandedly. Can’t she see that I’m trying to finish something important here? Never mind that I was supposed to do it yesterday. The final warning bell rings and I hurry down the hall as I say bye to Morgan. Not only does English class suck because of how difficult it is but also none of my friends are in it with me. So it’s totally unbearable to get through. I practically run to my seat toward the back of the classroom and try to finish more of it. I only have two more paragraphs so that’s about six hundred more words. I can do that right? Right!? Ms. Andrews walks in right as the bell rings. She is the kind of teacher who is never late. Ugh. I can’t ever catch a break.

“Alright, guys. Answer the questions on the board as a warm up and get your paper out so I can pick it up in the mean time” she says. Well, I guess this is it. I’m waving my English paper white flag. It definitely got the best of me. Why cant my soccer angels’ help me off the field too? When Ms. Andrew’s walks by I sadly hand over my unfinished paper. Hey, at lest I had something to turn it. It’s better than nothing.

The next fifty-five minutes seems to take forever to go by but my tears of boredom turn into tears of relief and happiness as the bell rings. Finally! I’m freeeee! I make my way to the door but I’m quickly stopped.

“Miss Molina. A word please?” Ms. Andrews says from her desk. Just great.

“Bailey, I’m sure you have an idea why I need to talk to you, right?” she says with her usual ‘teacher look’. She’s not very intimidating so I’m not sure it’s working for her.

“Yeah. Probably about my paper. I just had a hard time answering the questions. English isn’t my strong point” I say, trying to cover my ass. I conveniently leave out the part about movie night with my friends the night before. Oh and stuffing my face with delicious sour candy. There just minor details anyway.

“I’ve noticed how your work has been lacking. I’m not sure if it’s from lack of effort of actually confusion on the material. Either way the paper you’ve turned in is unacceptable. So you will be re-doing the majority of it in detention” she tells me. My eyes widen. What did she just say?

“Detention? today?” I ask to just make sure I heard her right.

“Yes, today. Also you will be coming in for tutoring in the mornings twice a week starting Monday” Ms. Andrews tells me. Twice a week of tutoring? Just ugh. I think I’d rather have practice with coach hard ass for infinity. Crap! I forgot about practice today. How will I be able to pull this off?

“But I have an important practice right after school. Can I post pone detention until Monday instead?” I ask hopeful. My hope is short lived.

“No, you cant. You’ll have to arrive later to practice today. I’ll see you bright and early Monday morning” she says before turning to erase the board. What a day.

I close the door behind me with a hard thud. I blow out a large breath and make my way down the deserted hallway. I just got out of detention and my brain is completely fried at the moment. I had to redo my paper and I didn't even finish. So guess who didn't get to leave early? This girl! So I missed most of practice. If I get there now, I'd only be in the weight room for thirty minutes. Really now worth it to go. Ugh. I guess I can fake an illness or something. Yeah, that’ll work. Or maybe not since it worked so well that last time. I’ll take my chances at this point. I'm desperate here.

Since I decided to skip practice, I chose to finish my paper and get it over with. If Ms. Andrews could see me now. I still have to come up with a good enough excuse as to why I missed practice. The coaches wont are too much of a problem. My boyfriend on the other hand will be.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I get off of my bed and answer the door of my room to reveal a very perturbed Shane. Surprise, surprise.  

“Where were you?” he asks me as he steps into my room. Thank goodness my roommate is gone because this might get a little feisty.

“What are you talking about?” I ask playing innocent. Shane rolls his eyes at my antics.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You were M.I.A. after school and completely missed practice. No one knew where you went. Your lucky Coach Andie was sick and coach Adam deiced to have me and Becca lead instead of just him or you’d have to face them too. So...where were you, Bailey?” he asks with folded arms. So the boys didn’t even have to deal with coach hard ass? There still going to think we’re a bunch of drama queens.

“I kind of had to stay behind in a class a little,” I say off handedly. Which is true. I did stay after class. No lying just yet. Ha!

“Behind in class? Really?” Shane says not believe me. What a shocker.

“Yes! Ms. Andrews had a lot to say,” I tell him, trying to save my butt. Literally.

“This little talk didn’t happen to have anything to do with detention, did it?” he asks me with narrowed brown eyes. How did he…
“How’d you find that out?” I ask with a sigh. I guess the jig is up. Damn.

“Just a wild guess. So why’d you get detention?” Shane asks while walking closer to me. In return, I step back away from his menacing walk.

“I didn’t finish my English paper,” I tell him as I look down at my feet. Shane’s intimidating when he wants to be and right now he very much is.

“You told me you finished it last night. But instead you want to hang out with Amber. So you got detention and decided to not show up to practice after” he says.

“Yeah but I didn’t mean to. You know I suck at English” I defend myself.

“Because you don’t try Bailey. Its kind of your thing” Shane says rolling his eyes. I mean, I guess you could say that I don’t at times.

“Maybe, but the English paper was hard though. I had to write, like a thousand words” I whine.

“Well maybe if you had started earlier it wouldn’t have been a problem and also wouldn’t have gotten you in trouble” he says. But putting it off until the last minute is what I usually end up doing. Funny how that always happens to me.

“Maybe but I get distracted. You know that” I remind him. Remember the whole library separation thing we had going on yesterday.

“Well hopefully I can light a fire on you ass to motivate you to do your homework and not get detention and NOT miss practice” Shane tells me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my bed. I'd rather not have any fire brought upon my butt anytime soon.

“Shane, I didn’t mean to miss practice. Don’t spank me. Please!” I plead to him as he sits down on my bed.

“Okay. Instead, you can tell your coaches that you missed practice because you got detention instead. Your friends covered for you saying your weren’t feeling well” Shane informs me. Yes! That’s what teammates are for! My girls got my back.

“Fine. Its not much of a choice” I huff as I let Shane pull me over his lap.

“It never is, is it little babe?” he says with a laugh. I roll my eyes. Hmph. it really isn’t. Shane pulls my shorts down and places his arm around my waist firmly. My butt is about to be so freaking sore and its all ms. Andrews fault. Stupid English class. I feel Shane pat my upturned cheeks before raising his hand and bringing it crashing down really hard.

Smack smack

Shane begins a rhythm of hard hits that already have me wiggling around.

“Ow! Ah! Please!” I plead as my butt begins to throb. Damn, it hurts already.

Smack smack Smack smack Smack smack

He starts aiming for my sit spots and upper thighs. The worst areas to spank in my personal opinion. Trust me, I have quite a bit of spanking experience.

Smack smack Smack smack Smack smack

Shane places four last smacks before resting his hand on top of my pantied bottom.

“Are you getting motivated yet?” He asks while pulling my panties down now. Yup. Loud and clear from down here. Feel free to stop at any time now, Shane.

“Yes! I’ll do my homework from now on” I tell him. Well, I’ll try to anyway. Remember it’s the thought that counts. However, I’ll keep that thought to myself.

“Good. You better not lie to me about it again either” Shane tells me as he starts my spanking again with a hard smack to my left sit spot.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Ah! I wont. I’m sorry! Ow” I cry as I try to move away from the spanks. Not that it did any good. Shane just tightened his hold of me.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Shane focuses his attention to only my sits spots and freaking hard too. My butt is on fire right now.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“I’m sorry! I really am,” I say, hoping that would persuade him to stop my spanking but does he listen to me? Of course not. The jerk.

“You better be because getting detentions are not going to become a regular thing with you, little missy” Shane says, placing an extra hard smack. Point taken.

“It wont be,” I sob, kicking my legs into the bed.

Shane gives a few more spanks before stopping again. Is it over! Please, please, please let it be over. I’m not sure how much more my butt can take. I feel Shane reach over and grab something from my side table.

“Is it over?” I sniff as he pats my bottom with something cool. And just what the heck is that?
“Almost little babe. Just ten more with you hair brush and then it’ll be done” Shane tells me. My hairbrush? So that’s what it was. He’s using my own things against me. Hmph!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Shane starts spanking me with the implement and the pain is intensified. How can something so innocent looking cause so much pain? Tears are streaming down my face and my sobs grow harder as my spanking drowns on.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Shane puts the brush back on my nightstand and gently pulls my panties and shorts back up over my enflamed cheeks.

“Come here, lovie,” he says, pulling me up and sitting me on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a loving embrace.

“Shhhh. Its okay baby. Its over. Shhhh. Its okay” Shane whispers as he repeatedly kisses the top of my head. I cry hard into his chest for a few minutes before slowly calming down to sniffles.

“You okay?” he asks, wiping a stand way from my face. Yeah, other than my sore butt. I nod my head and snuggle back into his hold.

“But hold me longer” I say as he chuckles and wraps his arms around me again. I’m extra cuddly after a spanking. So sue me.

Shane kisses my temple before saying

“And don’t think that you get to skip out on the weight room just because you missed practice this afternoon. You’ll get to make it up with me tomorrow afternoon instead” What!

“But I’m supposed to go hangout with my friends tomorrow” I say sitting back and looking at him in disbelief.

“Sorry. I guess you’ll have to miss it” Shane says not sorry at all. I pout as I lean back into Shane as he smiles into my hair. I’m going to finish my paper extra early from now on. I'll be a star student for that class…. hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll never be a star student but I’ll try hard to procrastinate better. That’s my motto after all: it’s the thought that counts!