O and P spanking stories: Online Academy part 6

I also didn't work on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons, but they sure weren't about long naps, and watching telly while eating buckets of ice cream.

First, I no longer had any bucket of ice cream in my fridge. I only had small cones, and never had a second one since Big Brother would award me ten smacks for such an indulgence. Second, those afternoons were about lessons from Online Academy.

At time, our lessons were conducted in a virtual classroom with all of us sitting behind school like desk. Of course it was actually avatars representing us in that classroom. The cameras of our machines pictured us as we looked at home, and projected our images into that classroom. It meant that we had to be dressed with our academy skirts and etc, or our avatars would be out of uniform if we didn't, and that would be an offense.

I found it fun, and goofed around with my avatar shooting spitballs at Agatha. She of course couldn't feel them, and nor her avatar. I should have known that Big Brother wouldn't miss my goofing around with my avatar.

Its artificial voice boomed through my loudspeakers, and for sure the loudspeakers of every one present in that virtual classroom. "Bridget! Five minutes of corner time, stand up, knickers to your knees, skirt up, hands above your head."

I said yes Sir, and safely remained sitting in front of my machine, and so did my avatar.

BB repeated. "Bridget, we are waiting."

I was confused and eventually obeyed, and was gogol eyes when I saw my very realistic avatar exposing my knickers exactly as I was doing at home. I realized how my machine was projecting my image onto my avatar. I started blushing, and so did my avatar.

Big Brother again repeated. "Raise your skirt!"

I blushed crimson when I saw on my screen how I was exposing my curls to all the girls virtually present in that virtual classroom. Agatha opened a private picture in picture mini screen with me, and texted, "Lovely apricot!"

The virtual classroom suddenly became very real, and my avatar blushed as red as a tomato, as red as me! For a second I had changed my footing, and was no longer exactly in front of the camera of my machine, and my avatar had been blurry.

Big Brother didn't miss that. "Back into position Bridget."

I obeyed, and these five minutes were very long. I was shamefully exposing myself in front of Agatha and the girl we had spotted on the tram, as well as a number of girls I didn't know. It was so embarrassing, it made me regret my naughtiness.

Big Brother eventually released me from that shameful corner time, and added. "6 strokes of the belt for improper behavior in class." Still red face I dropped my skirt before pulling up my knickers.

That was Wednesday, and I was lucky not to add a few more strokes with having had 14/20 for the daily quiz.

On Thursday, although it was the girl from the tram who had to stand for corner time, and reveal that she is a real blonde, I wasn't too lucky with a 9/20 for the daily quiz.

At the end of our lesson Big Brother added our scores. "Bridget, from 14 to 10 its 4 strokes of the belt, plus 2 per point under 10, equals 6; with the 6 of yesterday and the 2 of Tuesday its a total of 14. Your discipline inspector will soon be visiting you."

"As for your grades for the week, 12 on Tuesday, 14 on Wednesday and 10 today, means a weekly average of 12/20, congratulations you are avoiding the paddle."

Phew!

Friday was a full day at work. We hadn't seen the no longer too mysterious girl sharing our tram. We had learned that her name is Betty with her public corner time in Thursday's virtual reality class.

Over lunch with more salad for me, I proudly told Agatha that I lost two pounds. She ignored my success, and lamented that she is to get eight strokes of the belt. I tried to cheer up with saying that it won't take more than a minute!

When back home, I wasn't too surprised to find my discipline inspector waiting for me. As soon as I had closed my door he said. "Lets not waste time, I have a few more naughty girls to deal with this evening. "Knickers down to your knees and hold your skirt up." While obeying, he opened his attache case and extracted an alligator belt folded in two and taped at both ends. I eyed it with dread.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It was across my bum, and immediately ignited it!

"AIE! AIEEEE! AIEEEEEEEE!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It was again across my butt, and it was now on fire, and I dropped my skirt while dancing."

"Next time you drop your skirt the stroke will be repeated."

"OUCH! OUCHEEE! OUCHEEEE!"

My poor bottom was already on fire, and there was more to come...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE! Sniff...sniff..."

"Strokes above ten are given on the thighs. Again, don't drop your skirt or the stroke will be repeated."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OUCHEEEEEEEEEE!"

I did quite a dance and again dropped my skirt. The stroke was repeated, and I danced the more.

"AIE! AIEE! AIEEE! Sniff...sniff...sniff..."

"Unbuttoned your skirt, let it drop to the ground, hands above your head. Ten minutes of corner time, no rubbing, and don't cheat, you are timed and taped."

Ten minutes without rubbing a burning bum as well as throbbing thighs was a very long time. I wriggled in vain attempts to cool my neither regions. I couldn't make what was burning more, my butt or my thighs.