Less Than Mediocre

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"You should just bump into him on the way to class Cece," suggested my best friend Morgan as we stood at my locker staring at my long time crush Matt a few lockers down.

"Yea, 'cause nothing quite screams 'Notice me, I'm desperate' like accidentally on purpose bumping into your crush...unless of course I actually scream NOTICE ME I'M DESPERATE!" I said rolling my eyes.

Morgan shook her head and smirked, "Well, you need to do something to break the ice, it's obvious he likes you too, he is always staring at you."

"I've never noticed him staring," I argued.

I stare at him enough to have noticed if he were staring back.

"You've never noticed because you are too busy staring at his ass," Morgan countered making a very valid point.

"Touché," I added with a smirk.

I couldn't deny it, the girl had me pegged.

Morgan quickly grabbed a book from her locker as the bell rang and shoved it into her backpack. "Gotta jet, If I'm late one more time I'm gunna get it."

My eyes followed Matt as he headed down the hallway to class and Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Speaking of getting it," she said with a smirk.

"Shut up perv!" I blushed at the thought and playfully pushed Morgan.

"Call me later," Morgan demanded before running off toward her class.

"K!" I called out before turning back to my locker with a groan.

Here at Chilton we study on a block schedule, which just means instead of six classes, we have three or four two hour sessions each day. 95% of the student body dorm on campus while the remainder, like myself, live just outside the vast grounds. We are ranked the number one private school in the country and are known for our strict and finite rules as well as our challenging college prep curriculum. In short, a diploma from C.A. serves as a guaranteed admission to any Ivy League school of your choice.

This morning in Language Arts I received a paper back that Professor J described as being 'Less than mediocre' not only giving me a D but also a complex. I had busted ass on that paper...less than mediocre? As I was leaving he made it a point to call me out in front of the entire class for my lack luster paper and told me to re-write it and turn it in on Wednesday, to which I replied 'Fuck you' under my breath in frustration as I walked out; Words I should have chosen more wisely seeing as how I now have to head back to his class for Life Science. What can I say, hindsight is 20/20 and my hindsight is less than mediocre. I stalled as much as possible getting to class hoping to save myself those awkward minutes beforehand where he might call me out on my choice of words that morning, I spent them instead walking a slug-like pace praying to God he hadn't heard. I made my way through the doorway just before the bell rang and Professor J stood there with his arms folded across his chest, a stern glare on his face, shit...he had heard me.

"My office Cecelia," He demanded in a firm tone that I knew all too well.

It's no secret how Chilton dealt with disobedience. There wasn't a single student in this school that hasn't at some point found themselves on the receiving end of a belt or paddle, and this was to be no exception. It is said that animals react in one of two ways in situations like this, fight or flight...I chose flight, immediately turning on my heels and heading down the hallway.

"Go catch her and bring her back," Professor J demanded to the boy sitting closest to the exit.

"Sir?" He replied, confused by this request.

"Go bring her back or you can join her in my office," Professor J said coldly, frustrated by the jailbreak. The boy immediately rose from his seat and sprinted out the door and down the hall.

I made it down two corridors before slowing my pace and coming to the realization of what I had just done...I was dead. Suddenly I felt a pair of strong hands grab me from behind and I immediately struggled to break free of my captor who used his body weight to pin me against a nearby locker. It was then that my breath hitched as I came nose to nose with Matt, my crush. There was a moment of silence where we just seemed to stare at each other before he spoke.

"I have to take you back," Matt said his voice sounding sad.

"I can't go back, he is going to beat my ass," I argued trying still to break free from his strong hold.

"Yea..." he said plainly.

"Let me go," I demanded, slightly irritated at how nonchalant he reacted at the thought of me receiving the belt.

"I can't do that," he said softly biting his lip "if I don't bring you back, I get the same."

Fuck me...now that's just not fair. This is my crush...the guy who's ass I literally stare at 50% of my waking hours. I couldn't let that perfect ass get into trouble because of me. I stopped struggling against him, defeated, my previous frustration replaced with dread of what was to come.

"Just close your eyes and think of something else," suggested Matt, his eyes locking with mine, "That's what I do."

"Then kiss me," I said boldly.

Hey, I was about to die anyway...might as well go down happy right?

As if he had been waiting for permission to do so, Matt obeyed without hesitation leaning down and crushing his lips to mine. I swear I heard a chorus of HALLELUJAH play seductively in the background. His hands that were previously pinning me to the locker came up to cup my face as his tongue grazed my top lip and he deepened the kiss...my mind went fuzzy. After about a minute he broke the kiss sealing it with one last soft peck before pulling his head back to look into my eyes. I bit my lip and it tingled as if in protest from the loss of contact.

Good God...did I just hallucinate?

"Better get back," Matt suggested bringing his hand down from my face to hold my hand. I nodded hesitantly and followed him silently back to class. When we reached the door he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and opening the door. Professor J stopped mid-lecture when I walked in and pointed to the back of the room toward his office, this time I obeyed as Matt took his seat. Professor J then instructed the class to continue reading the chapter and joined me at the back of the room opening his office door for me and then pulling it closed behind him.

"Did you think I didn't hear you earlier?" He said, his tone stern again.

"I was kind of hoping you didn't," I confessed, dropping my head.

"It was disrespectful, and you are NOT to use that language."

"Yes Sir" I replied, still avoiding eye contact.

Professor J reached for his belt and my breath hitched as he slid it from his belt loops.

I hate that sound.

"Ten for disrespect, ten more for attempting to flee." He said gesturing for me to lean over his desk.

This was standard, ten with the belt for each infraction of the rules, but I had only ever received 20 one other time during school...something I had hoped to never repeat. I had made it a point up until now to keep my infractions separate.

"But..." I started to protest and was quickly cut off by Professor J.

"Do you want to add arguing?"

I quickly bit my lip, I was not about to earn myself 30. I walked over to his desk and assumed the position, leaning over the edge and burying my head into my arms. I immediately followed Matt's instruction and closed my eyes, the memory of the kiss flooding my mind as the first lick of the belt hit. The first lick is never so bad...like being snapped with a towel. You hear the sound and you feel the contact on your skin but the stinging doesn't really register until later, usually after the second or third lick has hit. I was only about 7 licks in when I was no longer able to loose myself in the memory of the kiss as a burn started to spread.
He knew how to lay a belt, by the time I reached ten I could feel each lick almost leave a distinct line of fire as it landed. 12...tears were starting to well ...15 I clenched my teeth letting out a hissed intake of breath...17-20 landed on the sensitive tops of my thighs just under my ass and I nearly bit through my damn lip resisting the urge to yelp. Afterward I stayed in that position for a minute trying to compose myself before rising up to stand and straighten out my uniform. I cupped my face and ran my index fingers under my eyes to wipe away any tears that were threatening to fall as he strung his belt back through it's loops.

He cocked his head to look me in the eyes. "I don't want to hear you talk like that again, understood?"

I nodded in agreement as I caught another rogue tear with the back of my hand. "Yes Sir."

With that he opened up his office door and made his way to the front of the class and I made my way to my seat wincing as I sat down in the impossibly hard chair. The room was dead quiet as if in mourning for my ass. I opened my book as Professor J continued his lesson and tried to ignore the fiery pain that lingered.

"You ok?" Matt asked as he leaned against Morgan's locker while I grabbed my materials for my last class.

"I'll survive."

"I have something to make it better," he said with a smirk.

"Oh yea?" I said cocking a brow.

"Come by my room after your class."

I nodded and smiled, "See you then," I said before closing my locker and walking toward my class, looking once over my shoulder to find him smiling as he watched me walk away.

***

I knocked on the door and stood there mentally reviewing today's events that had led me to this place...the door of the boy I have been crushing on for two years. TWO YEARS...amazing how things work out.

Matt opened the door and smiled, "You came."

"You said you had something to make me feel better."

Matt smiled and stepped aside so I could walk in then he closed the door before leaning down and crushing his lips to mine for the second time that day. His arms snaked around my back and pulled me against his body, again I felt my brain go fuzzy. We continued our fevered kissing until I was backed into the wall causing me to wince and break the kiss.

"I'm sorry," Matt said, his face suddenly pained with guilt.

I giggled. "It's ok, you were right, that did make me feel better," I joked trying to reassure him.

Matt chuckled. "Actually that wasn't it, I've just wanted to kiss you for so long and you were here in my room and...God you are beautiful."

I blushed and smiled.

"Here..." Matt said grabbing an aerosol can off of his dresser and handing it to me.

"What is it?"

"Benzocaine," Matt replied with a smile.

I cocked a brow, confused.

"It's a topical, takes the sting out."

A smile grew across my face. This boy is not only gorgeous, he is a GENIUS.

"Can I borrow it? I can't stay, I'm not really supposed to go anywhere after class without permission."

"Yea, take it."

"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow," I said giving him another quick kiss before opening the door.

"Looking forward to it," he replied.

***

I walked in and deposited my heavy backpack onto the floor inside the door with a sigh. Almost immediately my brother Nick started questioning me.

"Where have you been?" Nick asked, his tone accusing.

"I had to stop at the library," I lied."I have to re-write my paper," I added directing my comment toward my older brother Joe sitting on the couch.

"Well, if you had done it right the first time, I wouldn't be making you do it again now would I?" Joe asked.

"I busted my butt on that paper, I thought it was good," I retorted.

"No, I busted your butt, that paper was crap," Joe corrected.

"Less than mediocre you mean?" I said irritated.

"I was being nice."

"You called me out in front of the entire class, that wasn't nice it was embarrassing."

"Good! You should be embarrassed handing in something like that, you need to learn you can't blow off homework just because I'm the teacher, you won't be getting special treatment from me."

"Yes, you made that quite clear today, thank you, Professor."

"Anytime" Joe said with a smirk.

Chapter end notes:
Ah yes...isn't that how all young love stories begin? A beautiful girl trying to escape trouble when who should appear but the handsome prince who sweeps her off her feet in a kiss to end all kisses and then delivers her back to her captor for a spanking. Ok, so it's not exactly fairytale material. I have a feeling you will enjoy it just the same.

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