Reina's Spanking Machine

Chapter 1: The Beginning

On her first day at Zhongjie High School, Reina felt incredibly anxious. In her city, corporal punishment for students was considered a matter of course. Whether in elementary, middle, or high school, and regardless of gender, being spanked was a common occurrence. In schools with poorer educational standards, such discipline was often erratic and unregulated—a teacher might grab a student and beat them simply because they were in a bad mood. However, in the city’s top-tier schools, this was never the case. In Reina’s middle school, for instance, there was a thick handbook of regulations detailing exactly where, with what tools, and with what force a student could be punished.

In her second year of middle school, Reina had skipped class to attend a concert, only to be caught red-handed by the Dean of Students. Reina had hoped a clever lie would save her, but the concert ticket fell out of her pocket, making her situation even worse. For such a flagrant offense, the Dean convened a special meeting, and after an hour, the verdict was delivered: two hundred strikes with a rattan cane, spread out over the remaining eight weeks of the semester. If a student was menstruating, the punishment would be automatically postponed. That semester, every Monday became a nightmare for Reina: during lunch, she would have to kneel on the outdoor platform and endure dozens of strokes. For the rest of the afternoon, she was forced to attend class kneeling beside the podium, completely bare-bottomed. The school leaders claimed that humiliation was part of the punishment. Not everyone agreed, however; in some schools, boys and girls were separated to avoid being gawked at by the opposite sex. Zhongjie High did not separate classes, but the school charter guaranteed that, barring any accidents, no teachers or students of the opposite sex would be present during punishment. Because of this, Reina decided to apply to Zhongjie High, a decision her parents fully supported.

However, during the orientation homeroom, Reina began to regret her choice. Compared to the embarrassment of being punished in front of boys, was her own dignity more important? Her homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, was a man in his forties with a slight paunch and a gentle expression. After confirming everyone’s enrollment documents, he began to introduce the school’s disciplinary system:

"Zhongjie High has always believed that proper corporal punishment is the key to education. However, in practice, there are many issues. For example, a punisher's personal preference can lead to unfairness, and individual physiology affects one's pain tolerance. Therefore, Zhongjie High has designed the 'Spanking Machine,' which uses impartial, impersonal machinery to administer discipline. I hope none of you will ever be punished, but if someone breaks the rules, I will not protect anyone, regardless of who they are. One more thing: when asked a question by a teacher, you must answer truthfully, or the punishment will be compounded. Students often commit minor offenses like forgetting homework or missing cleanup duty, which are the lightest forms of punishment. But if they tell lies to cover it up, they end up receiving an A-grade punishment. I hope you won't do anything so foolish.

"We have no lessons today, just a presentation on the Spanking Machine and a physical exam. These will be conducted separately for boys and girls. Ms. Li will train the girls this morning, while the boys can return to the dorms. At 1:00 PM, I will teach the boys. Do not be late, or you will serve as the example for the very first lesson."

Mr. Wang gestured, and the boys filed out. A few minutes later, a young but stern-faced female teacher walked in. She did not introduce herself; instead, she opened her laptop, started a video, and said, "Do not speak unless I ask you to, or while the video is playing. Otherwise, the next person appearing on the screen will be you." As soon as she finished speaking, the video started. The girl on the screen had a mosaic over her face, and judging by her uniform, she was a high school senior. The Spanking Machine behind her looked ordinary, much like a bed. She swiped her student card, and with a whir and a click-clack, the bed began to extend.

"Your student card stores your medical profile; during punishment, the machine automatically adjusts to your physical needs. For instance, it secures the upper body at the shoulders and abdomen while leaving the chest exposed, preventing the discomfort of pressure against the breasts while lying down." Reina’s face turned crimson at this, but the teacher remained expressionless. "Normally, you must remove your shoes, socks, skirt, and underwear, with your top lifted to your waist. But this student, having received an A-grade punishment, had to remove both her top and bra, or her clothes would be soaked through." Although the private areas were blurred, one could still see the girl’s firm chest trembling and her rounded buttocks glowing red. Reina covered her eyes in shame. Perhaps to protect privacy, the audio was muted for the remainder of the clip. In the silent classroom, several girls began to sob, while the teacher provided commentary: "If you are on your period, you are obligated to report it to me. If a punishment falls during that time, it will be delayed. But if you report it only after you’ve received the notice, the punishment will be delayed, but the grade will automatically be upgraded."

"Don't be embarrassed. This video will not be seen by any males. Once you enter the punishment room, strip efficiently; if you are too slow, your punishment will be upgraded."

"The paddles for girls are slightly smaller than those for boys, with thicker protective covers. Do not mistake this for favoritism; it is designed for maximum disciplinary effect."

"Usually, girls are punished on the second basement level, but there is no difference between the equipment on the first and second basements. Check your notices carefully so you don't go to the wrong floor."

"Strip naked during the physical exam; don't dawdle, or your buttocks will be swollen by the end of the day."

What? Strip naked for a physical exam? Reina was so shocked she pulled her hands away, only to find the punishment on screen had concluded. The machine was automatically spraying soothing medication onto the buttocks. Then, the restraints on the girl’s wrists and ankles clicked open. A speaker began a thirty-second countdown: "There is a recovery room next door; move quickly once you are done. Do not occupy the room. In thirty seconds, the door will open for the next person." The girl on the screen stumbled, wincing in pain as she gathered her scattered clothes and shoes, limping into the recovery room.

"Alright, the video is over. Everyone, hurry to the medical examination room!" Ms. Li waved her cane and shouted. Reina noticed that the girl sitting in front of her still had tear tracks on her face. She wiped them away with the back of her hand and, without a second’s hesitation, stood up to follow the others toward the classroom door.

Chapter 2: Physical Examination

Led by the assistant teacher, the girls walked out of the classroom in a single file. Perhaps intimidated by the video, no one dared to whisper, despite it being the first day of school. In front of the medical room, Ms. Li gestured for them to gather around:

"Based on past experience, everyone will be nervous during their first exam. All the doctors inside are female, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Once you enter, take off your shoes and socks, place them in the lockers, and proceed inside to complete each check-up. Remember to keep your student card with you." She swiped her teacher ID card, and with a clang, the iron door swung open.

Reina was only wearing loafers without socks, so she was the first to store her shoes. Walking around the corner, she arrived at the changing room. A fifty-year-old woman in a blue uniform stood there, holding a cane and glaring impatiently. "Don't just stand there! Strip and put your clothes in the locker." Reina opened the locker, unbuttoned her school shirt, folded it neatly, and then unzipped her skirt. She caught sight of the school doctor waving her cane and jumped, her skirt slipping down to her ankles. Behind her, the rustle of other students shedding their uniforms filled the room.

"Hey! Can't you hear me? Take it all off! Why are you still wearing your bra and panties!" The doctor blocked Reina just as she was about to head inside. What? Being in just underwear for a physical exam was already embarrassing enough, but she wasn't even allowed to wear that? Reina reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The doctor wasn't looking at Reina; instead, she waved her cane, urging the students behind her to hurry.

Crack! The sound of a cane hitting skin echoed through the room. Reina, who had just pulled her underwear down to her knees, turned back in alarm and nearly tripped over her own clothes: a boy was standing behind her! He was tall—Reina only reached his shoulders—with light, brownish hair and short bangs. His chest was flat and sturdy, his abdomen lean and muscular, and between his legs… Seeing this, Reina let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't a boy, but a tomboyish athletic student. Looking past her shoulder, Reina saw the girl who had been sitting in front of her in class being pinned to the floor. Her shirt had been lifted to reveal a slender waist and an orange bra; her skirt was pulled up to her knees, revealing a stark red welt on her fair thigh.

"I told you to strip—why are you wasting time here?" The doctor’s voice sounded as if her throat were burning. Perhaps it was the pain of the cane or the doctor's roar, but the girl didn't have time for modesty; she simply took off her skirt, underwear, shirt, and bra, and folded them into the locker. The doctor then grabbed her petite shoulders: "Lie down. I’ll strike you once, you say 'I was wrong,' and then you count. Understand? If you don't shout loud enough or articulate clearly, it won't count. Understand?" "Yes," the girl whispered. "I asked you a question—you must answer loudly! Understand!" The doctor leaned down and pinched the girl’s face hard, leaving a deep crimson fingerprint. "Yes, I understand!" The girl’s right cheek was flushed deep pink—partly from the pinch, but mostly from the shame. The doctor turned back and flicked her cane at the onlookers: "Curious? Think it’s fun? If you want to see, don't be shy—lie down here, and I'll let you experience it properly." Hearing this, the crowd scattered instantly. Reina turned and continued to the front of the line. All she could hear were the footsteps of the crowd, the crisp snap of the cane against skin, and the girl’s hoarse sobbing.

Reina entered the spacious examination room. First was height and weight. "Please stand on the pedal, arms hanging naturally, keep your upper body straight," the machine prompted after she swiped her student card. Reina complied, the back of her bare torso touching the cold measuring rod. Next was body type. Another doctor asked her to extend her arms to measure her arm span, shoulder width, and waist. Wait? Why is she measuring leg length? "Spread your legs, shoulder-width apart." The doctor sat down on a stool as she spoke. Reina’s figure was above average among the girls, but she had the common insecurity of never being satisfied with her own body. Being measured with such precision was mortifying. Huh? Now she’s measuring bust size? The tape measure wrapped around her chest, constantly brushing against her sensitive nipples, making Reina’s cheeks burn. The doctor wasn't satisfied with a simple bust measurement; she carefully mapped the shape of Reina’s breasts, much like a salesperson in a high-end lingerie boutique. All the data was fed into the database. When a student was punished, the Spanking Machine would automatically adjust to the optimal position. If it was a girl, it would leave the chest area clear to prevent pressure; if it was a boy, it would clear the crotch area to avoid injury. By the time Reina enrolled, the Spanking Machine had been in use school-wide for three years and had been refined countless times. Even though Reina had been spanked plenty of times in elementary and middle school, the perfection, rigor, and cold detachment of the machine were a surprise—one that would leave a lasting impression on her and her buttocks.

Chapter 3: The Head Teacher’s Mercy

After the physical exam, Reina collected her luggage and went to the dorm. Usually, four people shared a room, but in Reina’s, there were only three beds—one of which was noticeably longer, taking up significant space. A girl with short hair, wearing a basketball jersey, was lying on the bed reading manga.

"Need a hand?" she asked casually. "No, thank you." "Don't be so formal," she replied, not bothered by Reina’s reserve. Reina looked closer; oh, she was the "boy" who had been standing behind her at the physical.

"I’m Jingwen, from Zhongjie Middle School. I’m on the basketball team. If nothing goes wrong, I’ll be your roommate." She didn't bother with polite pleasantries. "Where’s our third roommate? Do you know where she is?" "Jiaxing, I think? I checked the room assignment list when I got my luggage." "Why isn't she back yet? Should we go eat lunch? I have training afterward."

In the afternoon, while Reina was idling in the dorm, there was a light knock on the door. "Hi, I’m Jiaxing. Can I come in?" "Oh, you’re finally here! Let me help with your luggage." Reina hurried over and realized Jiaxing was the girl who had been beaten by the doctor for refusing to undress. She still had tear tracks on her face, likely because she hadn't had a chance to tidy herself. "It’s a bit drafty, can I close the window?" Jiaxing asked softly.

"Sure." As Reina looked up, a gust of wind blew, lifting Jiaxing’s skirt to her waist. Reina noticed Jiaxing wasn't wearing any underwear. Her buttocks were a uniform pale pink, marked with several deep red welts—likely from the cane. Jiaxing noticed Reina staring and turned shy. "The doctor made me accept an E-grade punishment after the exam. My buttocks are too swollen to wear underwear, so I have no choice. It’s been a while, so the swelling has mostly gone down," Jiaxing explained bashfully.

"Then what are you going to do on the way back from the teaching building?" As soon as she asked, Reina felt like an idiot. She had been spanked on a public platform herself—what did it matter if she was exposed on the way back to the dorm? Jiaxing didn't answer, just gave an awkward smile.

The first week of class, everyone—boys and girls alike—was on their best behavior. Zhongjie High’s disciplinary system was point-based: minor errors like missing homework, being late, or failing cleanup duty would be recorded as points. If a student accumulated 20 points in a month, they would be summoned to the Dean’s Office for a punishment notice. Major offenses like cheating on exams or truancy skipped the point system and led directly to a prescribed level of punishment. As for grades, falling below the standard or a significant drop in class ranking could also lead to punishment. If a student had prior points, the punishment would be escalated.

On the Monday of the second week, Mr. Wang walked into the room during morning study carrying a stack of papers. Reina suddenly remembered the teacher mentioning a week prior that there would be a quiz on middle school classical poetry recitation. Looking at the paper, Reina was frantic. “What is the preceding phrase to ‘[the scene of] fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and mulberry and bamboo groves’?” Seeing the teacher wasn't looking, Reina leaned forward and whispered to Jiaxing, "What’s the answer?" "‘The land is vast and flat, the houses stand in orderly rows,’" Jiaxing replied. Suddenly, the teacher turned around and saw Reina leaning out of her seat. "Jiaxing, Reina—stand up and go to the back of the room." Mr. Wang’s tone didn't change at all.

The twenty-minute study session ended quickly, and the head teacher summoned them to the office. Before he could speak, Reina jumped in, "Teacher, it’s my fault. I shouldn't have asked Jiaxing about the classical text."

"Did she answer you?" "She..." Reina hesitated. Should I tell the truth? "Yes, I said, 'The land is vast and flat, the houses stand in orderly rows,'" Jiaxing confessed immediately.

"Teacher, it’s all my fault. If you want to punish anyone, punish me—don't punish Jiaxing, because..." "Do you know that this was an examination, and that assisting in cheating is treated as cheating itself?" the head teacher interrupted.

"Considering this is only the first week and it was a minor quiz, I’ll give you a lighter punishment. If it were a formal exam, it would be a C-grade minimum. Since you didn't fully realize the nature of the quiz, I will record a 'disruption of class order' in your files. Reina, go to the Dean’s Office today and collect a D-grade punishment notice. Jiaxing, you have been docked 15 disciplinary points. If you commit another error, you will be heading to the punishment room. By the way, both of you received a zero on this quiz. If you fail the next exam, being sent for a spanking will be a certainty."

His attitude was calm and indisputable, exactly as the upperclassmen had described. For the rest of the day, Reina couldn't stop thinking about the notice from the Dean’s Office.

“Name: Reina. Gender: Female. Punishment Level: D. Location: Basement Level 2. Time: September 12th, 5:00 PM. Note: None. Reminder: You must bring your student card to receive punishment.” These few short lines weighed heavily on her heart. What would it feel like when the paddle of the Spanking Machine finally hit her?

Chapter 4: The First Punishment

For Reina, this day felt agonizingly long. She spent much of class in a daze, though fortunately, the teachers didn't call on her, or she would have been hit with a "not paying attention" charge. At noon, Jiaxing walked over. "I’m sorry, Reina, it’s because of me that you have all these disciplinary points."

"It’s nothing. What’s wrong? Are you still worried about the punishment this afternoon?"

"Yeah. It’s a D-grade, so it shouldn't be too painful, right? I mean, there are still three higher levels above it."

"Don't think too much about it. When you’re being punished, you’ll be secured, and then it’ll be over. Let’s go get some lunch. Eat plenty; the physical exhaustion during a spanking is intense." Jiaxing dragged Reina toward the cafeteria.

After the last class of the day, Reina walked briskly toward the punishment room on the second basement level. It was 4:45 PM when she arrived, and the person before her hadn't yet left. After a short wait, the light at the door turned green. Reina swiped her student card and entered.

"Please remove your shoes and socks and place them in the locker." Reina carefully took off her shoes. "Please place all personal belongings in the storage bin. Strip off all clothing and place them in the laundry basket."

What? Even for a D-grade, I have to strip naked? Did I commit another offense and get my sentence increased? Reina felt a surge of tension. "You have one minute; please lie down on the punishment pad as required." Hearing the urgency, Reina didn't dare dawdle. She tossed her shirt and skirt into the basket without folding them, then scrambled to pull off her underwear and bra, and climbed onto the pad.

 

Chapter 4: The First Punishment (Continued)

The machine, though called a "flatbed," consisted of three distinct sections: the shoulder, abdomen, and leg supports. These sections were adjustable and would calibrate automatically to each person's physique before the punishment began, minimizing discomfort caused by compression. The shoulder plate had a slight curvature that fit Reina’s shoulder blades perfectly. In the chest area, there was a hollow cavity, ensuring Reina’s breasts would not be compressed. For male students—or certain female students—this cavity could be filled in to distribute the pressure more evenly. The abdominal plate was similarly arched to prevent excessive pressure on the pelvis. The leg supports were split, which served two purposes: stretching the gluteal muscles for a more effective punishment and, in the case of male students, preventing injury to the genitals. At the end of the platform was a footrest for Reina to stand on.

"Pressure confirmed. Please maintain your posture; the safety straps are now locking." The soft straps popped out of their slots automatically, securing her ankles, knees, waist, shoulders, and wrists. "Identity confirmed. Initiating D-grade punishment." When Zhongjie High first experimented with the Spanking Machine, they discovered occasional instances of students taking punishment for others. After improvements, the new machines cross-referenced facial recognition and body weight against school records to ensure the person being punished was indeed the intended recipient. And if it wasn't? The person taking the fall was shown no mercy; once locked in, they would immediately receive an A-grade punishment. As for the student who was supposed to be punished, they would receive two consecutive A-grade punishments. Furthermore, every subsequent punishment they received that semester would be carried out under the direct supervision of school leadership.

Snap. Reina’s buttocks were lightly tapped—the rubber cover was still warm, likely a remnant from the previous student. A small metal sensor gently pressed against Reina’s neck to monitor her blood pressure and pulse.

Snap. The punishment began. The paddle landed on Reina’s right buttock, sending a sharp, searing pain radiating across her skin, causing her to let out an involuntary hiss.

Snap. This one landed on the left side, making her scalp prickle with a numb sensation.

Snap, snap, snap. The pace of the strikes began to quicken. Although the paddles for girls were not large, they effectively covered the entirety of Reina's buttocks. Her smooth, tender skin felt as though it were catching fire.

Snap, snap. Had it been ten strikes? Reina felt lightheaded. She had tried to count in her head at the beginning, but she had lost track long ago. How many strikes until it ended? No one knew. The criteria for the punishment was the final color of the buttocks, meaning students with larger, fuller bottoms, like Reina, had to endure significantly more strikes. Snap, snap. The paddle showed no mercy, never pausing for Reina’s agony. Her once-pale skin was now coated in a uniform, fiery crimson, resembling an under-ripe peach.

Snap. A strike landed on the inner thigh. Snap. Another strike landed in almost the exact same spot. After these two unexpectedly brutal blows, Reina’s tears finally broke the dam. She transitioned from gasping for air to sobbing loudly. But the machine did not care. Snap, snap, snap. The paddle kept falling.

"Punishment concluded. Initiating medication spray." A cooling sensation washed over Reina’s buttocks, offering a faint shred of comfort. "Safety locks released. Please exit the punishment room and proceed to the recovery room within three minutes." Even though every step dragged against her bruised and battered skin, Reina didn't dare dawdle. She scrambled off the machine, limping toward the locker area, and threw on her backpack. Clutched in her right hand were her shoes, and in her left, the basket containing her clothes and her student card. She slowly shuffled into the recovery room.

Chapter 5: Audacious Reina

The moment Reina closed the door to the recovery room, the intercom broadcast: "Attention student, your rest time is five minutes. Please exit before your time expires, or you will face an additional punishment of no less than a D-grade."

What? Reina gasped. Five minutes? What kind of rest was that? Even though her buttocks burned with a stinging, relentless pain, she didn't dare drag her feet. Bracing herself with her left hand on a chair, she reached into the basket with her right and grabbed her bra. Despite being incredibly careful, the movement inevitably stretched her leg muscles, forcing a sharp "hiss" from her lips.

"You have three minutes remaining." Reina, having just fastened her bra, became even more anxious. It was summer, so she only needed to pull her short-sleeved shirt over her head. Reina usually cared deeply about her appearance, but in the recovery room, she had no choice but to haphazardly fix her neckline. After putting on her top, she looked into her basket and sighed. Her buttocks were too swollen to fit into her underwear. Despite the risk of exposure, there was no way the swelling would subside in these few minutes. She had no choice but to go commando under her skirt, just like Jiaxing, and carefully head back to the dorm. She pulled on her skirt, shoved her underwear into her backpack, put on her shoes, and, just as the intercom announced "You have thirty seconds left," she pushed open the door and left.

Is it raining? Reina nearly cried out when she reached the entrance of the teaching building. The dorm wasn't far, just a few minutes' sprint away. However, running was impossible—she wasn't wearing underwear, which would lead to exposure, and her injured buttocks made movement agonizing. As she stood there, torn, a boy walked up and patted her on the shoulder. Reina flinched, instinctively retreating and clutching the hem of her skirt.

"Forget your umbrella?"

"Oh... ah, Jingwen? Yes. What are you doing here?"

"The gym is under renovation, and it's raining, so we couldn't train. I'm off tonight." Jingwen opened her umbrella. Reina offered an awkward smile: "I didn't expect to be punished just days into the semester, and I even dragged Jiaxing down with me. Is it just you left in our dorm who hasn't been punished yet?"

"That’s how high school is. Back in middle school, I was punished plenty. Since I was an athlete, any minor mistake and they'd drag me to the machine. Maybe they thought athletes are sturdier. In high school, they don't usually pull athletes into the punishment room because it affects training the next day. We want to get into good universities, so we have to perform well in competitions; usually, no one dares to slack off. Anyway, at the end of the month, we have an academic assessment. You might think the test is easy, but I haven't really attended class since middle school. I’ll be counting on you then."

Reina hadn't expected the carefree Jingwen to be so driven. She secretly resolved to study harder in high school. However, a friend's encouragement was far less memorable than the stinging welts on her bottom. Reina’s English teacher was also the assistant homeroom teacher and the grade-level Disciplinary Director—every student in the grade would shudder at the sight of her in the hallway. Before every English class, she would hand out a quiz on vocabulary. Perform poorly? Prepare to receive a disciplinary slip. Yet, Reina was remarkably bold. Since the start of the semester, she hadn't bothered to memorize much. Relying on her own cleverness, she would just glance over the words before class and breeze through the quizzes. However, a month and a half into the semester, on a Friday afternoon, Ms. Li said something that wiped the weekend plans from everyone’s minds.

"Midterm exams are approaching. I’ve compiled the key vocabulary from this half-semester as today’s quiz." Ms. Li’s voice was devoid of emotion, ignoring the students' groans.

Reina, however, didn't utter a word. She sat there with a blank expression. Even when Ms. Li begrudgingly agreed to slightly relax the grading standards, Reina—unlike those around her—didn't show even a flicker of relief.

Chapter 6: Trying to Be Clever

When the quiz papers were handed out, Reina squinted, as if waiting a few extra seconds would make the answers pop into her brain. It didn't help. She scanned the left side of the paper—English to Chinese. Ebullient, assuage, esteem... were these really English words? Larva? She had a vague recollection—something about volcanoes? She didn't dare continue, so she flipped to the right side—Chinese to English. "Depose," "deprived"... depend? No, that wasn't it. The next word: "stop." No, that wasn't from the text; it should be h-... h-...

As Reina stared at the paper, racking her brain, the English teacher silently drifted behind her. When she leaned over to inspect the progress, her shadow fell across Reina’s pen tip, giving her a fright.

"Teacher, I...?"

"No need to explain. Tell me, how many answers on this paper are you certain are correct?"

Unlike her usual fiery tone, the English teacher’s voice was eerily calm today. Perhaps Reina’s performance was so dismal that it had sapped her of the energy to even yell.

"After class tonight, be at the punishment room on the second basement level before five o'clock. You’ve been punished before, haven't you? I won't issue a slip; I’ll just log it directly into the system. Alright, time is up. Turn in your papers. This is a review class, so let’s organize what we’ve covered so far. I will grade every word of these papers carefully. If you have fewer than five errors, I’ll input the score as points directly into the system—you know how to check that. If you have more than five errors, don't even think about it—go get your slip next week. Alright, class begins now! Pay attention to discipline!"

Amidst the groans and laments of her classmates, Reina frantically calculated: the class ended at 4:45 PM. Walking back to the dorm at a fast pace took five minutes. She could ditch the skirt and the tight underwear, put on a pair of loose lounge pants, and after the spanking, it would be easy to put them on and walk back. When the bell rang, Reina bolted back to her dorm, threw her books aside, stripped off the school skirt, and fished out a pair of grey lounge pants from her closet. She pulled them on, hurried toward the teaching building, and glanced at her watch: 4:55 PM. Still time. She descended two steps, then habitually reached for her waist—Oh my god! She had left her student card in the pocket of her school skirt! The regulations only emphasized arriving on time; they didn't specify the penalty for lateness. But everyone knew that lateness, regardless of the reason, was met with severe additional punishment. Reina sighed and sprinted toward the dorm at the speed of a 100-meter dash. Back in the room, she grabbed the skirt off the back of the chair, and sure enough, the card was there. She secured the card, caught her breath, and rushed back to the teaching building. Checking the time at the entrance: 5:03 PM. If she could maintain this speed, she would be a shoo-in for an "Excellence" grade in physical education. Just as she reached the second basement level, she saw a figure at the other end of the hallway. Is that another student waiting for their turn? Reina stumbled a few steps, made out the face, and her legs—already exhausted—gave out, sending her crashing to the floor.

Standing in front of the punishment room was the English teacher, her face pale with fury.

Chapter 7: The English Teacher’s Experiment

"Four minutes have passed. You shouldn't need reminding of the requirement to arrive at the punishment room on time. What is the meaning of this today?"

"Teacher, I..."

The English teacher didn't give Reina a chance to explain. She took the student card from Reina’s hand, unlocked the punishment room, and gestured for Reina to enter. The teacher then sat down at the computer, swiped her own staff card, and began typing furiously into the system linked to the Spanking Machine.

"It is currently class hours. Don't you know the rule about wearing your uniform? Is it because you’re afraid to be embarrassed for not being able to wear underwear after a spanking? Do you realize that these lounge pants, just like earrings or necklaces, are unauthorized attire? I could confiscate them on the spot and make you run back to the dorm with your buttocks exposed."

"I... I just thought..." Reina mumbled, not expecting the teacher to hear her defense.

"If you had come straight here after class, you would have had plenty of time. Judging by how fast you were running, you had enough time to change into those pants, too. I assume you realized you forgot your student card after getting back to your dorm. If that is the reason, I will not grant you any leniency. Lateness combined with a dress code violation—the penalties are compounded. Your punishment is elevated from a C-grade to a B-grade, with additional sentencing." At this, the English teacher offered a cryptic smile. "Do you need to use the restroom? I’d hate for you to wet the floor halfway through the spanking."

"I haven't had much water this afternoon. I’m fine."

"Then there’s no problem. Strip." The teacher nodded. Reina took off her shoes and socks, then her shirt, folding it neatly before removing her pants. As she reached behind her to unhook her bra, the teacher suddenly asked, "Is your bust size 80B?"

"Oh? Ah, yes." Reina was startled, her face flushing crimson.

"During traditional corporal punishment, the recipient would lie on a bench. For female students, compressing the breasts is not only uncomfortable but harmful to the body. The first generation of Spanking Machines, which secured the abdomen, placed unnecessary strain on the lower back. Therefore, the current machines measure bust size so the support point rests precisely on the shoulders, preventing any additional damage."

As the Director explained, Reina had finished removing her underwear and securing the safety straps. "Ready?" the Director asked from the side. "Yes," Reina replied. While answering, she wondered—compared to a fully automated punishment, was there a flicker of warmth in having a stern Director sitting nearby?

Snap! Regardless of Reina’s thoughts, the paddle striking her rounded buttocks was as merciless as ever. With just the first strike, a sharp, searing pain shot from her glutes through her entire body. Before she could react—snap, snap, snap—a series of continuous strikes left her entire backside burning.

Snap! This strike landed in the cleft of her buttocks, as if a dam had burst; her entire leg trembled with the pain. Snap, snap, snap. A succession of strikes hit almost the exact same spot. Explosive pain pierced Reina’s brain. She was drenched in sweat from head to toe, her mouth open, gasping for air, struggling to catch her breath.

"Bip. Punishment suspended. Please exit the Spanking Machine." Is it finally over? Reina wondered. If the intensity had continued, she feared she might have passed out on the machine. As she stood up, she noticed the Director standing behind her, shaking her head with slight dissatisfaction.

"Why did you reach your limit so quickly?" the Director murmured, then helped Reina up. "That was tiring, wasn't it? Come, have a rest."

Rest? Reina thought she must have misheard. But as the Director explained the next arrangement, Reina realized she had become a human test subject for corporal punishment reform. Reina was led to a small square table, where the Director ordered her to kneel, keeping her upper body perfectly upright. "This is your vocabulary quiz you failed so miserably. I’m giving you time to memorize these words. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to check. If you fail, you will kneel for another thirty minutes, and so on until you pass. If you still haven't passed by the time the school closes, I will count it as a failure to undergo today's punishment—you will have to return next week, and the penalty will be further compounded. Understand?"

Already exhausted, Reina nearly collapsed upon hearing this. However, she gripped the table, struggling to maintain her posture—failing to kneel steadily would surely lead to further punishment. It seemed that today, not only her buttocks but her knees would not be spared.

Chapter 8: Unfortunate Knees

Reina scanned the vocabulary book. The words she had once memorized began to resurface. Larva, lava... the former had a disgusting insect illustration in the textbook. Assuage... to alleviate. Sigh, if only there were a way to alleviate her own suffering. Under the gaze of the English teacher, Reina silently worked through her reading comprehension.

Although the Spanking Machine had been in use at Zhongjie High for years, improvements never ceased. To ensure safety, the machine would pause and dispense medication if the recipient's heart rate became too high. Some teachers felt this did not exert enough psychological pressure on the offender. Furthermore, during heavy punishment, the recipient would often experience a blank mind, focused only on the end of the pain. Strongly advocated by the Director—Reina’s English teacher—Zhongjie High had begun a new trial: inserting periods of kneeling during the spanking process. Even if the buttocks got a brief reprieve, the recipient’s suffering would not diminish in the slightest. During these kneeling periods, transcribing the school charter would reinforce the student's understanding of their errors. However, how to supervise the kneeling posture? How to verify the transcripts? These problems remained unsolved. In the experimental phase, manual supervision by a teacher of the same gender was the only option. And Reina, quite unfortunately, had become the first subject.

Half an hour passed. The English teacher walked over. "How is the memorization coming?"

"I've basically finished."

"What do you mean 'basically'? Have you finished or not?"

"I... I've finished."

"If you can finish in thirty minutes here, why couldn't you do it in half a semester? Get back on the machine. If you don't memorize the words next time, the punishment will only get heavier, not lighter."

Reina braced herself against the table, struggling to stand, careful not to tug at the skin on her thighs. The prolonged kneeling had left her leg muscles stiff. She climbed onto the rack and click—the safety locks engaged. Snap! Like an old friend, the machine skipped the pleasantries and got straight to work. The original design minimized the interval between strikes to maximize psychological pressure. But because the Spanking Machine used color as the metric, the new trial involved an approximately 30-minute interval, allowing the inflamed buttocks to cool to a pale pink. When the punishment resumed, the machine would have to strike those same areas again, effectively increasing the volume of the punishment. Yet, since skin recovery rates varied between individuals, how could fairness be ensured? Before this could be solved, they would have to rely on additional punishments as a testing ground.

Snap, snap. The paddle continued to strike, and Reina’s slightly cooled buttocks began to burn again. Sensitive nerves were ignited once more, the pain even more intense than the first round. As the color of her skin deepened, the beads of sweat on Reina’s forehead grew denser.

"Waaaah!" Following a strike to the inner thigh, Reina could no longer hold it in and burst into loud sobs. Because the Director was watching, Reina tried her best to tighten her face, not wanting to cry so shamefully. But in the face of increasingly powerful blows, her self-control crumbled. Reina’s wailing mixed with the sound of the paddle, filling the punishment room. Her tears mingled with the sweat on her head; some dripped from her pointed chin, while the rest pooled at her collarbone, cascading over her naked body. The English teacher, who had been watching from the back, wore a faint smile and pulled a notebook from her top pocket, recording something with intense focus.

 

Chapter 9: The Bare Stadium

Like other students who had been punished, Reina still harbored a shred of reserve when strapped into the machine, especially when faced with the humiliation of crying inconsolably in front of a teacher. However, the relentless barrage of strikes had long since shattered her defenses. As her physical stamina and willpower drained away, her sobs became sporadic and broken.

"Punishment is over. Get up." The English teacher’s words finally brought Reina a sliver of comfort. Sweat and tears had pooled in her collarbone, drying under the cold blast of the air conditioner, leaving behind salt crystals that made her skin itch. But Reina couldn't spare a thought for her upper body. From the small of her back down to her thighs, her skin was a deep, angry crimson, and the pain radiated like a fountain through her entire body. Although her knees had faded to a pale pink, a dull ache persisted, making movement agonizing. The English teacher thoughtfully handed her the basket of clothes, but Reina’s underwear wasn't there—it had been left in the dorm. After such a severe lashing, it was obvious she wouldn't be able to wear them. Reina picked up her bra, hung it around her neck, and reached behind her, struggling to twist her stiff shoulders to fasten the clasp. Then, clutching her shirt and lounge pants, she leaned against the wall and shuffled into the recovery room. After applying the medicinal spray, the pain eased slightly. Seeing little time left, she lay flat on the sofa to pull on her pants and shirt bit by bit, finally limping out of the room.

When she reached the dorm door, she noticed the lights were on. She knocked, and a "boy"—clad in a sports bra on top and athletic shorts on the bottom—opened the door. Jingwen’s face was flushed, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, glistening on her sturdy shoulders.

"Did you get punished in the last English class?" Jingwen guessed the moment she saw Reina’s limp. She didn't offer any empty platitudes; she simply took Reina’s backpack and set it on her desk.

"What are you doing here in the dorm alone? And where is Jiaxing?"

"Midterms are coming up. Jiaxing probably went to the study hall; the atmosphere there is better. I thought about reading after I got back from training, but I don't understand any of the material, and since you guys weren't here, there was no point. Since I had nothing else to do, I just did some push-ups. Sigh, I was too relaxed this first month and finished all the manga I brought."

Reina didn't reply. She leaned against her wardrobe, took off her shirt, pulled on her pajamas, and grasped the handles of the ladder. Jingwen immediately stepped over to support her. "Do you want to rest now? If you do, I’ll turn off the lights. By the way, have you eaten?"

"After that beating, I have no appetite. You wanted to study, right? I won't be able to sleep for a while. If you have questions, just ask. My grades aren't great, and I just got spanked by the English teacher, but I should be able to help you." After crawling to the top of the ladder, Reina did as she always did—kneeling on one knee on the mattress before lying forward. Even so, the contact of her bruised knees against the soft mattress triggered fresh pangs of pain. That night, Reina lay on her bed, patiently explaining the problems to Jingwen.

The weekend passed quickly. By Monday morning, Reina was taking short, cautious steps; otherwise, the tugging on her gluteal muscles would set her scars aflame. Several boys walked into class with the same limping gait, clearly making no attempt to hide their weekend punishments. During the break, the class life committee member approached Reina’s desk. "Our group is responsible for the deep cleaning tonight. You were called away by the English teacher on Friday, and your injuries haven't fully healed, so it might be inconvenient for you to do duty tonight. The P.E. teacher said someone is needed at the gymnasium this afternoon, mostly to help with the stopwatch. Just head over at five."

"Ah... actually, it’s not that serious... but, uh, thank you." The boy’s thoughtful gesture made Reina blush slightly.

After the final period, the students trickled out of the room. After saying goodbye to her classmates and teacher, Reina shouldered her bag and walked into the gymnasium. Pushing open the doors, she was nearly stunned into faintness by the sight before her: more than a dozen girls, arranged in two loose lines, were meticulously performing their warm-ups. Their footwear varied, but their tops were a uniform white sports bra, which barely contained their busts, exposing sturdy shoulders and midriffs. As for their bottoms, some pale white, some yellowish, some tanned dark brown—their rounded buttocks were exposed to the gym air, completely bare.

Chapter 10: The Worries of Student-Athletes

"You’re here to help out, right?" The P.E. teacher greeted Reina coldly as she walked in.

"Yes, I’m Reina, I..." Seeing the teacher’s livid face and the whip she was absent-mindedly twirling, Reina felt a chill, her voice stuttering.

"Don't be afraid. This whip is for their training; it has nothing to do with you. Feel free to ask if you have questions during the drill, and it doesn't matter if you make a mistake—I won't be sending you to be spanked." The teacher opened her mouth as if trying to squeeze out a reassuring smile, but her facial muscles had clearly atrophied from years of scowling. It looked less like a smile and more like a goldfish blowing a bubble.

The teacher turned to the athletes who had finished their warm-ups. "Physical training today. Same old rules: don't blame me if you’re too slow. Xiaohong, come here." The teacher handed the whip to a girl who looked significantly smaller than the rest. Unlike the others, she wore a sports bra but had a small pair of shorts over her bottom. "You’re in charge of setting the pace from behind today. Use the same speed as last time, and don't go easy on the seniors. If you’re too slow, or if you don't swing that whip with enough force, I’ll lash your own bottom until you’re raw when this is over. Understood?" The small girl didn't speak; she just gave a cautious nod.

"You know how to use a stopwatch?" The teacher turned to Reina. Reina took the watch and found the interface simple. The teacher pointed at the small girl. "That’s Xiaohong. She’s from the junior high track team. She didn't meet the standards in the last internal training, so she’s here for extra conditioning. You just need to time her. Every time she completes a lap, shout out her time. Got it?" Reina nodded.

"Line up! Prepare!" With a whistle blast, the large girls bolted forward, their flesh jiggling with every stride. Xiaohong, following at the rear, ran with much more stability than the others; even though her right hand was constantly swinging the whip, her posture remained perfectly standard.

"One minute and twenty-five seconds!" No sooner had Reina shouted the time for the first lap than the P.E. teacher let out a roar: "Why is it so slow? Xiaohong, what kind of pace are you setting!" It was as if a tiger had suddenly lunged into the track; everyone’s speed increased. Xiaohong’s whip no longer merely fanned the air; it lashed out at the girls in front. Snap! The first blow landed on the top of an inner thigh. The girl had a large, fleshy bottom with a clear gluteal cleft, and the whip left the area glowing a dark, bruised red. The sting of pain forced her to lengthen her stride, but she remained within the whip’s reach. The second lash struck her thigh, leaving a raised, angry welt. After taking those two strikes, she reached a corner, lunged forward, and squeezed through the inner lane, placing another runner between herself and the whip.

Xiaohong’s stride remained completely unaffected. She adjusted her grip and targeted someone else. This girl was slightly chubby but seemed to love the outdoors. On her round bottom, there was a V-shaped tan line—the inside was snow-white, enough to make any girl jealous, while the outside was a healthy, sun-kissed brown. It looked like she spent plenty of time on the beach. This time, Xiaohong didn't stoop; she raised her upper arm and whipped the girl’s back. A red streak appeared immediately, extending from the shoulder until it was cut off by her sports bra.

It was only then that Reina understood why everyone was dressed this way. Bringing in a track athlete to trail the pack and continuously lash those who fell behind meant that going without underwear maximized the intensity of the impact. The same logic applied to the sports bras—not for modesty, but because some girls had larger breasts that would bounce painfully during exercise. Reina knew this feeling all too well: her development had been faster than her peers since junior high, and P.E. was always a trial. Eventually, her mother had dragged her to a sporting goods store and spent over an hour helping her find the right size. Wearing a proper bra made P.E. feel like "flying." Thinking of this, Reina felt grateful to her mother. Back then, in the changing room, Reina had been too shy to try on the bras her mother picked out, wanting to just buy anything. Her mother’s response had been firm: "If you don't try them on, I will rip off your skirt and panties and spank you right here. I won't stop, no matter how loud you cry or how many people are watching, until you agree to strip." Unlike other families, Reina’s mother was the one responsible for corporal punishment at home. Reina knew perfectly well that her mother meant every word. That experience had taught Reina how to properly care for her own body.

Clearly, the P.E. teacher wasn't satisfied with a single lash being half-blocked by a sports bra. Xiaohong closed the distance and struck the back again. This time, the whip cleared the bra and landed squarely on the skin, creating an 'X' pattern with the first mark. The two lashes acted like a stimulant; the chubby girl’s energy suddenly surged, her stride frequency quickened, and the jiggling of her buttocks increased accordingly. But how could her acceleration compete with a track team member? Xiaohong caught up effortlessly and lashed her bottom again. This strike hit right on the V-shaped tan line, adding a pink transition between the black and white.

Once the chubby girl surged to the front, Xiaohong quickly found a new target. This girl was tall, broad-shouldered, and flat-chested with short, stylish hair; at first glance, she looked like a boy. It’s Jingwen! Reina almost cried out. Xiaohong treated this tall target just the same. After adjusting her arm, she swung horizontally, leaving a red streak across both of Jingwen’s cheeks. Then, with a flick of her wrist, another lash landed in almost the exact same spot. Though the marks didn't seem to spread, Reina knew the pain of the second strike was far greater than the first. Snap! At the turn, the whip struck the left leg. Jingwen stumbled but quickly corrected her form. It was clear that her lower body was suffering, yet her stamina wasn't enough to overtake the person in front of her. After lashing Jingwen’s shoulder, Xiaohong overtook her from the outside. The chubby girl with the tan line had clearly let her guard down, not expecting Xiaohong to pass the last person in the pack. Xiaohong lashed her back three times in a row, looking remarkably like the character for "King" (王) seen on a tiger's forehead. Had she let Jingwen off? Before Reina could even be happy, she saw Xiaohong slow down, return to the end of the line, and lash Jingwen’s bottom twice with brutal force.

"Hey, helper! How long was that lap!"

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" The P.E. teacher’s roar made Reina realize she had been so busy watching Jingwen that she had failed her task. It looked like Jingwen would definitely be called over for additional punishment after the drill. Would she be here to keep her roommate company?

Chapter 11: Harsh Training

"Don't be nervous. Just record it properly." Unexpectedly, the P.E. teacher’s tone toward Reina softened. "Don't slack off! Don't think I won't notice if you miss a time. That girl’s footwork is so slow—you think I can't see it? Xiaohong! Put some force into your arm! Haven't you eaten?" No sooner had the comfort for Reina ended than a barrage of roars erupted. Like a reflex, Xiaohong swung the long whip with all her might, striking Jingwen’s thigh. This lash was clearly much harder than the others. A deep white welt appeared on her slightly tanned skin, forming a clear ridge after a few seconds. Even from a distance, one could see the protruding line of the skin. That must have hurt, Reina thought involuntarily. Yet, Jingwen’s running form didn't change in the slightest. The muscles in her face twisted in agony, but there were no tears, no screams—not even a subconscious hiss of pain. Comparing this to her own experiences, Reina felt a growing respect for her roommate.

"One minute eighteen seconds! One minute twenty-one seconds! One minute fifteen seconds! One minute..." Reina reported the times mechanically, while the P.E. teacher remained silent, letting Xiaohong control the tempo. Even though the teacher was standing to her left, Reina didn't dare turn to look at her expression. Xiaohong darted in and out of the formation like a seasoned warrior on the battlefield. Everyone had taken plenty of lashes to their backs, buttocks, and thighs, but none more than Jingwen: at a rough estimate, there were dozens of whip marks on her back alone. Reina didn't dare imagine what she was feeling, only hoping the extra punishment to come wouldn't be too severe.

"That’s enough. Slow down, everyone. Next two laps are a fast walk, then go over for relaxation exercises." The teacher’s words made everyone, including Reina, heave a sigh of relief. "Feng Qi! Why were you setting such a slow pace in front today? Just because you’re the fastest runner doesn't mean you can slack off!" Reina scanned the group. The girl leading at the front was dark-skinned; she wasn't particularly tall, even compared to the average girl, but her build was solid. She had only a handful of whip marks, none of them deep. It seemed that was the benefit of being in front. Hearing the teacher’s reprimand, her expression immediately tightened. "Xiaohong, you’re running eight more laps! Keep the pace of your last long-distance training!" Hearing this, Xiaohong’s face went pale. They were clearly accustomed to the teacher’s orders; no one dared to dissent. Before the whistle blew, the two took off. Compared to the group drill, this speed was much faster. The whip in Xiaohong’s hand occasionally slapped against Feng Qi’s skin, emitting sharp pats.

"Jingwen, I’ve told you how many times: your pace isn't up to standard. Run six more laps. Don't you dare drop the pace, you hear?" Jingwen acknowledged the order and ran off. Seeing that Jingwen hadn't been punished further, Reina was both surprised and happy. While these three ran, the P.E. teacher singled out a few others from the formation, slapping their buttocks hard with her bare hand—hitting right over the previous whip marks, causing the recipients to hiss in pain. Once the three who were running extra laps finished their task, the teacher’s hand seemed a bit tired, and the basketball team members finally got a precious moment of rest. However, just a few minutes later, following the shrill of a whistle, they were off again, circling the court like donkeys tethered to a millstone.

Chapter 12: A Chance Encounter

The brutal conditioning continued until nearly 7:00 PM. Reina, starving, had wanted to head back to the dorm with Jingwen, but the team members were kept behind for further instruction. Reina had no choice but to leave alone. Since the cafeteria was about to close, she didn't take the main entrance but exited through the back door of the stadium. In the unlit hallway, most doors were locked, save for one rehearsal room. The door was slightly ajar, the light spilling out to illuminate the corridor. Driven by a strange impulse, Reina crept to the doorway and peeked through the crack.

The crack was narrow, and her view was limited. She saw two girls practicing splits. Their figures and features were identical—they were likely twins training together. The one closer to the door wore white panties and a white camisole. The other girl, likely having been inattentive during training, was wearing panties but was topless, her budding breasts catching the light. Their youthful faces were tinged with shyness. Their instructor stood behind them, urging them on.

"Why are you being so lazy? Put on the clamps!" Reina recognized the voice—it was Teacher Zhao, the school’s dance instructor. A boy stepped forward and attached metal clamps to the nipples of the girl in the back. Her face twisted in agony. Reina jumped in shock at the sight, slamming into the doorframe and swinging the door wide open. The four people in the room turned their eyes toward her. The twins saw Reina and instinctively covered themselves. It was strange—they hadn't been so shy in front of the male boy, so why were they so self-conscious before a girl? Reina’s gaze shifted to the back, where she saw the furious Teacher Zhao and his stunned assistant. It was Yuxuan, the life committee member from her class! Why was he doing this kind of work, and why was corporal punishment being carried out by a student of the opposite sex?

"Did I tell you to stop? Keep your hands straight and continue!" Teacher Zhao roared at the twins. Then he turned to Reina. "Who told you to come in? Do you realize you’re disrupting the dance training session? Hand over your student ID. I’m reporting this now. If there’s an opening, you can go straight to the punishment room!"

Hearing this, Reina nearly burst into tears on the spot. Disrupting class order was a severe violation; it would be a B-grade punishment at minimum. Seeing how angry Teacher Zhao was, he would surely write "Severe Disruption" on the report. That meant an A or even an A+ was inevitable. Reina tried to defend herself, but her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish’s, unable to squeeze out a single sound.

"Sir, she’s Reina from my class. She was helping out at the basketball team tonight. She must have taken a shortcut through here after the training."

"Yuxuan, don't use my nickname in front of outsiders. You know the nature of today’s training. If people find out the twins are receiving our—"

"Teacher Zhao, can't we just tell her not to spread the word?"

"Not spread it? By using the old 'Dance Team' rules? She’s not part of the dance team, and—"

"Why not just have her sign an agreement?" Yuxuan interrupted.

"Would she agree?"

"I’ll go convince her." Hearing this, Teacher Zhao nodded helplessly. Reina, still completely bewildered, was grabbed by the wrist by Yuxuan and dragged into the classroom next door.

Thud. The door was locked tight. The room was pitch black, but Yuxuan didn't turn on the lights. "Thank you for speaking up for me," Reina finally managed to utter. Yuxuan remained silent for several seconds. "Before today, did you always think that in this school, your body wouldn't be seen by the opposite sex during corporal punishment?"

Reina stayed silent, listening as Yuxuan explained in the darkness: "When Zhongjie was first founded, they didn't use the machines; they relied on teachers to perform manual spankings. To increase the effectiveness of the punishment, the rule back then was that boys and girls had to take off their skirts and pants together for the punishment. Do you know what happened later? Some boys would deliberately commit minor mistakes just to watch the girls take off their skirts. So, in less than a year, they changed the rules: the sexes had to be separated. At the same time, because some parents couldn't accept their children taking off their underwear in front of the opposite sex, the separate punishment policy actually became a selling point for the school."

 

Chapter 13: Reina, Completely Bare

"Whoosh." Reina's father swung the cane through the air. Reina’s tears fell uncontrollably. Snap. The cane lashed down hard against her already inflamed buttocks, leaving behind marks that looked like overripe cherries. Both of Reina’s legs spasmed.

"You didn't count, so that one doesn't count!" Hearing the underlying anger, Reina didn't dare argue. She simply lay there, waiting for the next strike. "One..." Reina’s voice choked, "two, three, four, five..." Every strike from her father landed with precision, and every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire. What had she looked like after all thirty lashes? Reina couldn't recall. Her only clear memory from that evening was of kneeling on the living room carpet, bare-bottomed, for the rest of the night.

Throughout the holiday, Reina had been extremely careful not to stir up any more trouble. Any punishments were limited to standing or kneeling; she was never spanked again. When it came time to apply for middle school, her parents chose one of the strictest in the region. Though Reina had slight reservations, given her academic standing at the time, it was the best school available, so she followed their advice. In middle school, punishments were generally segregated by gender, which suited the psychology of girls just starting to develop secondary sexual characteristics. However, after the ordeal on the playground, Reina had secretly vowed that she must attend a high school where she would not be forced to expose her private parts in front of male classmates.

"Between being beaten by a machine in isolation and being punished by the opposite sex while feeling incredibly ashamed, which do you think is the more severe punishment?" Yuxuan didn't let Reina dwell on her scattered thoughts.

"Uh..."

"Including the middle school you graduated from, most co-ed schools in this city make students receive punishment in front of the opposite sex. The goal is to let humiliation and pain act upon the student simultaneously. But do you know what happened later? Some boys would deliberately commit minor infractions just to see the girls with their skirts off during the evening punishments. Later, some schools improved the process by having high-performing boys handle the corporal punishment for girls. Can you guess the outcome? Once it was known that the 'school heartthrob' was the designated disciplinarian for the following month, the frequency of punishments among the girls doubled."

"Of course, those effects are secondary. The crux of it is that the humiliation of undressing doesn't last as long as the pain in the glutes. Some girls became 'frequent flyers' for punishment—they would tear off their skirts and underwear and expose their bare lower bodies before the teacher even gave the command. The teachers would blush, but the girls didn't care. Pain, however, is different. No matter how many times you’ve been beaten, a paddle striking your buttocks always delivers a sharp, intense stimulus. It is precisely for this reason that Zhongjie High is pushing the spanking machine so hard—using the purest form of pain as the means of discipline."

"But pain isn't a panacea. For example, if there’s a sports meet tomorrow and you endure overly harsh corporal punishment during training tonight, it will affect your performance the next day. How would you handle that?"

"Uh... combine them and punish them after the competition?"

"That is indeed one way, and that is exactly what we do. After each intensive training camp, there are two days dedicated to punishing the students who participated. However, the effect of delayed punishment is much weaker. You’ve seen it—there is a world of difference between having someone chase you with a whip while you run and someone shouting that they will whip you in a month if you don't speed up. Therefore, the humiliation that was originally looked down upon has been put to good use."

"In this city, there are many parents with conservative views who believe private parts shouldn't be exposed to the opposite sex. Usually, such parents send their children to all-boys or all-girls schools. To win the trust of these parents, Zhongjie High promotes the spanking machine. At the same time, to ensure training results, student-athletes must sign an agreement upon enrollment, consenting to all forms of punishment. You disrupted the dance team's training just now; by standard procedure, that merits an A-grade punishment or higher. However, if you are willing, you can opt for the dance team's internal training method. Your buttocks will suffer less, but you will have to be punished in front of the opposite sex, which will be quite embarrassing. Ultimately, the choice is yours." Yuxuan explained patiently, his tone calm and reliable.

"Can I ask a question? Why... why do you know so much?"

"Sorry, I can't say for now. You know, it’s enough that I am one of the people in charge of disciplining student-athletes."

"If I am willing to accept the dance team's punishment, then I must..." Before Reina could finish, Yuxuan turned on the lights and pulled a sheet of white paper from his pocket. "Sign this agreement, as I instruct."

"I voluntarily join the Zhongjie High dance team," Reina’s hand trembled slightly, "and accept all rules and regulations of the team, including training, rewards, and punishments. Signed: Reina." As she wrote this, she felt a sense of regret. What awaited her? Why was her heart beating so fast? Was it nerves?

Yuxuan checked the note, folded it carefully, and tucked it into his pocket. "Do not speak of what happened tonight to anyone, including me—never bring it up again. If you let it slip, first of all, no one will believe you. Furthermore, if you are caught gossiping, I can assure you that you will receive a punishment far more severe than today's." Reina nodded. "Today's punishment is simple: I will spank you with my hand. The pain will be much lighter than the machine. The requirements are the same: strip, and lie over the table in front."

Hearing this, Reina’s face flushed from white to red. This was the first time she would expose her body in front of a male peer. She glanced at Yuxuan; he still held a poker face, showing no sign of excitement at the prospect of seeing a female body. What would happen if she refused him now? Being forcibly restrained and subjected to an even harsher punishment? Reina suddenly felt that Yuxuan’s command could not be disobeyed—not out of fear, but because of a flicker of expectation deep within her heart.

Reina untied her skirt. The school skirt slid down her thighs, didn't catch at the knees, and fell right to her feet. Her blouse was long enough that the hem covered her buttocks and her white panties. This level of coverage protected her for only a few seconds. With one motion, she pulled off her blouse and dropped it by her feet. Her rounded body curves were now exposed to Yuxuan.

"I said, strip according to the same standard as the spanking machine." Yuxuan, staring at her, was not satisfied. Reina did not hesitate. She knew clearly that if she wavered, her maidenly shyness would cause her to instinctively resist. And there was only one outcome for resistance: a harsher punishment. She crouched down, pulled her underwear to her knees, stood up, unhooked her bra, and threw it onto her shirt. As she straightened up, the underwear slid all the way down.

Thump, thump. In the quiet room, Yuxuan’s footsteps sounded incredibly loud. Reina stood by the table, her back to Yuxuan, not daring to look him in the eye. She kept her left hand over her chest and her right over her lower body, though she knew full well this final protection was futile.

"Place both hands on the table. Do not remove them without my permission, or you will be punished further. Understood?" Judging by the sound, Yuxuan had moved to her left side. Reina didn't respond; she simply removed her hands. Now, all of Reina’s private parts were fully exposed to Yuxuan.

"Beginning now." With that, Yuxuan’s left hand rested gently on the nape of Reina’s neck, applying light pressure. Reina didn't resist; she followed his guidance and leaned over the table. Though the punishment had yet to begin, Reina’s heart was pounding faster than it ever had during any previous corporal punishment in her life.

Chapter 14: A Different Kind of Punishment

"Count!"

"One!"

"Two!"

Yuxuan’s hand landed on Reina’s buttocks one strike at a time. Unlike the spankings from her parents or the machine, Yuxuan’s slaps were not delivered with great force, but they hit her skin like an electrical current, making her entire body tremble. "Ten... eleven..." Under Yuxuan’s continuous rhythmic slapping, Reina’s rounded buttocks were dyed a uniform red, rivaling the effect of the machine. It seemed Yuxuan was already well-practiced in punishing others.

"Twenty!" After Reina reported the count, she felt the firm hand on her neck lift. Instead of a heavy blow, her buttocks were met with a gentle pat. "Is it over?" Reina blurted out. For some reason, she felt a trace of reluctance.

"Don't be so eager; not yet. You can get up and move around first." Hearing this, Reina breathed a long sigh of relief. When Dad spanked me, no matter how severe my mistake was, he would give me a short rest during the punishment. It’s truly hard to endure without a break, Reina muttered to herself in her mind. However, this excuse was hardly convincing: throughout her life, Reina had endured countless punishments. If she had ever done something truly terrible and been caught by her father, who would lash her twenty or thirty times with a belt, she would be burning incense in celebration for a break. A mere twenty slaps was a piece of cake for her bottom. What truly comforted Reina was that this punishment had not yet ended.

Following Yuxuan’s instructions, Reina climbed off the table. Perhaps because she had been leaning for so long, Reina raised her arms high and stretched, loosening the muscles in her back and abdomen. Just as her hands reached their peak, her gaze met Yuxuan’s. Suddenly, her heart tightened; the thought I am completely naked right now flooded her brain. Her raised arms froze in place.

I’ve already been seen completely bare, what’s the point of covering up now? Naive Reina tried to deceive herself once more. She turned away and began to rotate her shoulders, but the thoughts wouldn't leave her mind: My breasts are fairly well-developed compared to other girls. I’m not fat, but I don't exercise much—my curves are still visible, right? Reina’s chaotic thoughts lasted for who knows how long, until they were snapped away by a resolute order: "Lie on my lap for the second half of the punishment."

Reina did not resist; she obediently lay across Yuxuan’s lap. If it was fear that drove her to follow instructions before the machine, in this classroom, what drove her was anticipation. "Count," Yuxuan demanded as before. But unlike standing by the table, Reina could now feel Yuxuan’s warm thighs. His body heat roasted her like a furnace.

"Fifteen... sixteen..." Although the strikes weren't heavy, the solid slaps hitting her already-red skin created a lingering sting, spreading across her body like a drop of ink in clear water. The dual pressure of his palm and his thigh made Reina think, I’m like a sandwich. She couldn't help but wonder if she was as tempting as a biscuit in the eyes of a boy.

"Put your clothes on." Yuxuan’s voice was no longer cold; it carried a hint of tenderness. Yet, to Reina, who was still craving more, it sounded cold. "I’m so tired after being hit, could you let me rest a little longer?" Reina wriggled on Yuxuan’s lap, refusing to get up. She wouldn't dare act so spoiled in front of her parents or her middle school teachers. Since entering high school and encountering the spanking machine, she never dared to haggle over corporal punishment. Even if her buttocks were deep red and every movement caused sharp pain, she would always stumble away from the machine the second it stopped, not daring to waste a single second. Perhaps it was because Yuxuan’s slaps weren't as forceful, or perhaps Reina wanted a reason to prolong this dream-like experience, but she found herself daring to directly defy the disciplinarian’s command.

"You need a rest after such a light punishment? It seems you haven't had enough." This seemingly chilling remark was said with a playful tone, stripped of all intimidation. "Because it feels different to be hit by a hand versus a paddle." Reina squeezed these words out of her throat. "Are you saying my hand lacks the deterrent power of the machine? If so, I’ll go call Teacher Zhao from next door and have him give you an A-grade punishment." "Ooh, no, don't. I mean, I accept..." Reina’s voice grew quieter and quieter until the rest of her words were swallowed.

"Do you want to receive my additional punishment alone?" Yuxuan finished her sentence. Reina, still lying there, did not argue, tacitly confirming the guess.

"Then, you go back first. At 8:00 PM tonight, I will text you my requirements. Be mentally prepared—although the school’s punishments are already strict, I will take it a step further."

That night, regardless of the pain in her body, Reina returned to the dorm at the fastest speed she had run since starting high school. She waited for that appointed moment. Ding! A text message arrived. Reina read it impatiently: "Yuxuan’s private requirement for Reina, No. 1..."

[The End]