FIC: Bad Reputation
Title: Bad Reputation
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Kinky smut/PWP-kinda
A/N: This fic was posted for a handful of people a couple of months ago,
but then I was encouraged to post it for my full f-list . I thought, why not?
Disclaimer: It is smutty (surprising - I know) but pointless smut and pretty tongue in cheek
with hints of a foofy nature. Not comicverse (although THIS Mags is visualized as very
House of M Mags, see also: first icon image), not movieverse - let's call it Skyverse,
but you'll recognize all of the players. It is ... different, but I had SO much fun writing it! :)
Alright enough rambling already, on with the fic:
Little Betsy was a good girl. She really, really was. But no matter how hard she tried to stay out of trouble, she was always messing up.
Like in practice - she knew their coach always reminded the girls to bring their short pants to wear underneath their cheerleading skirts, but today ... she forgot. Again! She stood in the locker room, embarrassment and shame flushing her skin. She couldn't possibly go out there with just her panties on under her pleated skirt, not today! But she couldn't hide in the locker room through practice either. Miss Raven would have her hide for doing this even after being told over and over.
Plus she just bet perfect Miss Katherine and sweet little Marie had remembered every part of their uniform and were already out there, performing their perfect tumbles and stretches. They were such teachers' pets!
Betsy's pouting was interrupted by a loud rapping on the door.
"Betsy!" Miss Raven's voice shouted from outside. "Get out here now and quit wasting my time."
Poor Betsy whimpered. Pulling her dark hair back into a pony tail, she decided - she'd have to do the best she could with what she had. Maybe she could just run through a few stunts that only required using her arms and then complain of a sick tummy. With a genuine sick roll of her stomach, she thought about what she did have on under her skirt. White cotton panties with little red cherries printed all over them, and on the back - the most awful part of all. Right across her hiney, in swirling embroidery, her mom had stitched her name in matching red thread. She was truly going to die.
*****
Betsy managed to hang towards the back for the first part of practice. While stretching, she watched their instructor talk to the head of athletics, Coach Creed. Actually, she watched Coach Creed. A lot of the girls thought he was a big ole meany - which he was - but she still thought there was something about him. Maybe it was because of how he'd yell or stalk about, all militant and forceful. He had the coolest long, blonde hair that he always wore pulled back low and he was in great shape, which didn't help her to stop staring whenever he came around. She knew there was something wrong with her; there had to be because she knew none of the other girls had thoughts about him the way she did sometimes. Betsy didn't like it - but she just couldn't help it.
Unfortunately, her thoughts of him distracted her from the plan to play sick. Before she knew it, she was in formation for a basket toss - Betsy being the one to get tossed. This stunt would have her thrown up into the air where she was to do a toe touch before being caught by her stunt team below. There was no way she could do it without showing her panties.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, clutching her side. "Ohhhh."
"What's the matter with you Betsy?" Raven snapped.
Betsy blinked up at her and noticed Coach Creed just a few feet behind her, scowling.
"I ... I don't feel well," she lied, desperate to get out of her dilemma.
She saw Miss Raven cut Creed a knowing look. "You look fine. Now line up. Quit trying to dodge practice," she demanded.
"But I'm not -"
"Betsy, do not start with me," Raven interrupted her and she watched as a grin spread over Coach Creed's face. He was enjoying her getting in trouble!
Oh God she had to get out of this! He wasn't leaving and Raven was going to make her do it!
"Betsy!" Raven snapped again. "In formation, now!"
Already blushing from the top of her head to her little white socks and Keds, Betsy got into position. It was going to be the worst day of her life.
****
She was mid-stunt when she heard Miss Raven's gasp - followed by an odd sound from Coach Creed.
Fortunately, she was caught and got to her feet without her squad realizing what was going on. She kept her eyes on the ground and heard a throat being cleared. Loudly.
"Betsy, WHAT are you thinking?! Get over here. Now!"
With her eyes still on the grass, Betsy shuffled over to have Miss Raven grab her painfully by the elbow and drag her away from the rest of the squad. Coach Creed followed right behind.
"Explain yourself." Miss Raven hissed, her eyes bright with disapproval. She looked towards Creed, “I told you she was like this!”
"Miss Raven, please," Creed interrupted smoothly and took Betsy’s arm.
Betsy looked at him, stunned. She'd never actually heard him talk in a normal voice before. He usually only yelled at the boys to do this or do that.
"I know this one has been trouble for you for some time now. Why don't I take her to the Principal's office and we'll deal with her for you? Get her out of your hair."
It would sound reasonable to anyone else, but Betsy was filled with panic. Principal's office?!! She wasn't in THAT much trouble ... was she? Only the really bad kids went to the Principal's office. Her school was strict and she'd heard rumors of what happened when you were bad enough to go to the Principal's office.
"Oh no, please!" she tried. "I ... I didn't mean to. I tried to get out of practice but I knew I couldn't skip and then I tried to play sick but you wouldn't let me and ...." she was blubbering on, looking for a way out.
"That's enough out of you," Coach Creed said, staring her down. "Obviously you cannot behave yourself so further - discipline is required."
Betsy felt her stomach drop. Why was he looking at her like that and why did his voice sound funny? And why was Miss Raven smiling in such a mean way and nodding?
She tried to keep pace as she was hauled off to the Principal's office.
*****
Creed continued to scowl at her on the way to the office. His scowl looked weird though, Betsy thought. In a way, he didn't look that disappointed or angry at her at all. He looked ... happy.
"I've heard you're forgetful," he growled, but she swore it sounded like he thought it was funny.
"I'm sorry," she tried to be penitent.
"Don't apologize to me, girl. Miss Raven wants an apology ... not me."
And with that cryptic statement, Betsy was ushered into the Principal's enormous and intimidating office.
Principal Magnus sure did like things tidy, she thought, and he had a penchant for fancy furniture and metal gizmos and gadgets. Kind of odd for a school principal, but whatever.
Coach Creed slammed the door after they entered.
"It is not necessary to break the door in announcing your arrival," a cool voice said as Principal Magnus turned in his big leather chair.
Betsy swallowed the gasp that had crawled up her throat. Magnus was no stodgy old principal at all. He wasn't as big as Coach Creed, but he was still a man in great shape. And although Betsy knew she should not think about things like this, she couldn't help notice the magnetic appeal he possessed. His white hair didn't quite fit his more youthful looks, but somehow - it worked.
"And what have we here?" he asked, rising from his seat behind his massive, mahogany desk.
He was tall and moved so smoothly that it took Betsy a moment to realize Creed had tightened his grip on her arm to move her towards the two chairs sitting in front of the desk. She looked at him helplessly, scared of what was to come, but he only grinned and pushed her to stand in front of the chairs.
"This is Betsy. She's caused a lot of trouble for Miss Raven and today I was able to witness it for myself," Creed said.
"What kind of trouble?" Principal Magnus asked very matter of fact.
Coach Creed looked down at her, leering. "Go on, tell him."
She cringed, feeling her color rise. Tell him? She was supposed to tell this sophisticated man about her lack of bloomers? About wearing cherry panties to cheerleading practice? About wearing cherry panties and that was it!? There was no way.
"I ... I - uhm ... see ..."
"Spit it out girl," she heard Creed growl as he leaned in close to her ear.
"See - I forgot ... that is ... I didn't mean to, and,"
"You're rambling!" Coach Creed barked, making her jump. Betsy was getting more and more nervous and scared, and when Betsy got nervous - she started to giggle.
"What is so amusing, my dear?" Principal Magnus asked, but there was no warmth in his voice.
"Nothing," she answered quickly.
"So explain to me why you are here."
"She refuses to wear the proper - uniform," she heard Creed say from behind her.
He told on her! Not only that, but it wasn't true! She didn't refuse, she just kept forgetting.
"No! No, sir. It's not like that, I promise. I just forgot ... and ..."
"Forgot what?" Magnus asked with a raised eyebrow.
Betsy continued to stutter and giggle. There was no way she could say the words to this man.
"If you can't explain yourself, then show him," Creed ordered.
What? She stammered and twittered more.
"I grow weary of this," Magnus sighed.
Betsy's eyes darted between them, then she let out a squeal as she felt Creed's arm wrap around her waist, pinning her arms, and one large hand lifted her skirt to reveal the dainty cotton panties with flamboyant little cherries dancing all around.
"This is what she wore under her uniform instead of the required garment," he said.
Magnus shook his head, but she noticed Creed was not letting her go and she swore she felt his chest rise and fall in silent laughter at her back. Betsy was certain her face was crimson. Now Coach Creed and Principal Magnus had both seen her underpants. She could die from the humiliation.
"Why? Why did you go to practice like this?" her Principal asked, moving towards her for closer inspection of her undies. The look on his face caused her to feel a bit odd inside.
Betsy lowered her head, wishing she could hide behind her pony tail. "I didn't mean to," she whined. "It was an accident ... I forgot."
"Unlikely, since this isn't the first time," Creed huffed, still holding her against him and still holding her skirt up.
She was about to argue her point some more when Magnus stopped her.
"Regardless, this is a blatant disregard for propriety. You know this cannot go unpunished or you will NEVER remember OR learn your lesson ... will you?"
She was utterly defeated. No matter her argument, they weren't going to listen, so Betsy remained quiet.
"You know our rules at this school and you know when rules are broken there is punishment," Magnus said as he walked towards a cabinet. "Coach Creed, if you will?"
Betsy felt her feet come up off the floor as she was moved to stand a couple of feet from the edge of the Principal's desk.
"Now, young lady," Magnus said, "put your hands on the desk."
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no. NO! Her school dealt in corporeal punishment and this did NOT look good for her. Surely her shotty memory didn't call for this kind of discipline.
"Please, Coach Creed," she whimpered.
"You heard him and you know the rules, Betsy. Bend over, now!" he ordered.
Biting her lip with worry, Betsy placed her palms on the smooth wood. She could survive it. She had too. Besides, a few paddles - she could take it.
She heard Principal Magnus move in behind her and saw as Coach Creed stood off to the side, in her line of vision, yet mostly behind her. He was just going to stand there and watch?! That only made her punishment worse to have an audience.
"For constantly being a forgetful little girl and reeking havoc in our athletic department," Magnus began. Reeking havoc, Betsy thought. Huh?
"Your punishment shall be 20 strikes of the paddle."
She gasped loudly. 20 strikes!!?
"This way you will always remember today, won't you my dear?" he asked, moving into position.
Oh God, Betsy started thinking - but then the paddle landed across her cheeks.
THWACK!
The paddle cracked loudly, making her cry out in surprise and pain. She'd never been spanked before in her life and the shock took her breath away.
THWACK, THWACK! Two more strikes and she was breathing heavy. It hurt so badly and more than that, it was totally humiliating. Creed was watching; leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest and he looked like he was fighting a smile!
THWACK! He struck her again and she fell to her elbows, feeling the oddest tingle all over her behind. It hurt and there were tears leaking out of her eyes, but she couldn't cry out loud. When he struck her again, Betsy made a choking sound and felt something familiar bubbling up inside her.
It was a giggle!
She couldn't possibly giggle right now! There was nothing funny about this. THWACK! He paddled her again and she heard a rumble coming from Creed just before Magnus cleared his throat loudly. When the paddle landed again, a giggle did come out. She couldn't help it. There was a warm feeling down there and it was confusing. The pain was so strong and it felt like instead of crying, she could only giggle.
"What is funny?" Principal Magnus snapped.
Breathing heavily and attempting to swallow her giggles, Betsy muttered, "Nothing. I'm ... I'm sorry; it's just '" THWACK!
"How many is that?" he barked at her.
How many? She had no idea!
"If you can't tell me how many then I'll have to start over," he told her.
Oh no. How many? How many?
"Seven?" she guessed.
"Seven," he replied.
Betsy let out a sigh of relief only to be met with an even harder strike over her backside. This time she giggled loudly to distract her from the wetness that was starting between her legs.
"That's it," she heard him say in obvious disapproval, before she felt her skirt being flipped up over her back.
"What in the..." he began.
OH NO! Her embroidery!
Her hiney stung for the lashes, but she still jerked in shock when she felt his finger run across her name on the back of her panties. She felt it move from cheek to cheek and couldn't believe he was touching her. Like that!
She heard the chuckle in his voice. "Is this so you don't forget your name?" he asked, sounding amused.
Betsy bit her lip in mortification. She was being punished by her Principal, who was so handsome, being watched by her coach, whom she always thought was hot - and even through the pain and humiliation - what was this feeling deep inside? What was going on? She felt swollen between her legs and this just had to be wrong.
His bare hand landing on her undies-covered behind broke her thoughts. His hand didn't sting as bad as the paddle ... but was this ... okay? She wasn't going to complain if he wanted to - THWACK! The paddle was back.
"You were right about this one," Magnus said to Creed as the larger man pushed himself off the wall. "She's trouble."
Trouble? She wasn't trouble. "I'm not -"
"Silence!" he told her with another hard hand across her bottom.
Now that just didn't really feel like punishment there, she thought. That felt like ... something else.
Nah.
"My hand is tired. Creed," Magnus motioned for him to approach and handed the paddle over. He leaned back against the desk, just beside Betsy's arms.
Creed swung back and landed a harsh strike over her rear, making Betsy squeal in pain and then giggle uncontrollably. His paddling hurt much worse that the Principal's and the intensity had her giggling more.
"I believe," Magnus spoke to Creed and ignored Betsy, "that she isn't taking this seriously, what with the incessant twittering and giggling. She can't possibly be learning a thing!"
"You're right," Creed said and Betsy could hear the excitement in his voice.
What in the world?
She got her answer and inhaled sharply as she felt her panties being pulled down. "What -" she began.
"Silence," Magnus said to her again. "Move your feet."
She had to lift her feet so Creed could toss her panties to her Principal. Could she die now? Betsy watched as Magnus tossed them into his leather chair. Confusion knitted her smooth brow just before another heavy THWACK! stung her bottom.
"OW!" she howled, falling to her elbows. The feeling of the paddle across her naked, pink flesh caused specks to form in her eyes.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Creed said smugly.
THWACK!
"Owwww, pleeeeease," she whimpered, feeling her knees go weak.
"Yes, I believe we are," Magnus agreed, but there was a note in his voice that didn't sound stern OR disapproving.
He lifted her chin to look up at him, wiping a tear from her flushed cheeks.
"Betsy?" he asked. "Does it hurt?"
She nodded quickly.
"But that's not all ... is it?" he asked and moved beside her.
Oh he couldn't mean that! How could he mean - OH NO! She felt two of his fingers slip down between her thighs, to brush against her intimately.
"Mmmm, just as I thought." He brought his hand up to show her. "What is this?"
Betsy tried to look away.
"You, my dear, are a very naughty girl. Aren’t you?"
She kept her mouth shut.
"I said 'Aren't you'?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then say it," he ordered.
"I’m a naughty girl," she said quietly.
Principal Magnus moved quickly, half sitting on the desk and pulling her over to lean forward against him.
"Proceed, Coach Creed," he said and she felt a sharp strike over her bottom and she clutched at his coat for support.
"Owh," she whimpered.
Magnus' hand slid down to touch between her legs again, this time spreading her moisture and rubbing until he found what he was looking for, making her gasp with pleasure. She saw him nod towards Creed.
A few more firm paddles and she was totally leaning onto him for support.
"You deserve this spanking, little girl," Creed growled from behind her.
Magnus chuckled, but this time it sounded warm. His hand had stilled, but he left in place, applying the slightest pressure while Creed spanked her again and again with the paddle. And she felt it.
Oh no, not here, she thought desperately. Not in front of him and him - them, with his hand and his paddling. But it was coming. Oh - THWACK!
Betsy cried out as her body shuddered and shook and she pulsed against Principal Magnus' hand with her climax. "Oh my," she breathed, feeling ripple upon ripple of pleasure roll over her.
She slumped against Magnus' body as he supported her. Behind her, she heard Creed snickering, thoroughly pleased.
"I think we've learned our lesson for today, haven't we Betsy?" Magnus asked
She nodded with her eyes still closed and her cheek against his chest.
"Alright then," he propped her up and Creed grabbed her arm as she swayed, "then go home and think on what you've learned."
Coach Creed pulled her towards the door. But … but … her panties and what happened and this wasn't normal but God it was great and she wasn't sure what lesson she was supposed to learn here!
Betsy pulled back. "But my undies," she said as she saw Magnus sit behind his desk, sliding them in his pocket.
"You may go now, Betsy," he interrupted her. "Coach Creed will bring you back when it's time. As for these," he said, patting his pocket, "you'll get them back when we've finished with ALL of your lessons."
He dismissed them with a flick of his hand, leaving Betsy to gape at them both