Boarding School (a one direction spanking story)

Liar Liar, Pants On Fire

I awoke to a really annoying beeping sound. Looking around, go the offending object, my eyes rested on Niall's stupid alarm clock. He can't just use his phone like everyone else! No he has to use that fucking alarm clock! I groaned and put my pillow on top of my head, as an attempt to block out the sound. It didn't work.

"Turn that fucking sound off!" I yelled. A few seconds later, and it was off. I sighed, and tried to go back to sleep, when my pillow was ripped off of my head.

"What the f-" I started but stopped when I saw who it was. Liam hates if when I curse. He says its not gentleman like. Pffht, like I care what gentlemen do.

"Get up Harry, you have class in 45 minutes." He told me in a growly voice. Great, he's angry now. Nice Harry, now, how are you gonna get him to let you skip?!

I have a math test today, and I haven't studied for it at all! Even worse, it algebra, the one thing I can't do. If I fail this test, Liam's gonna kill me. I've been telling him that I studied, but its so hard! And who wants to study?!

I got up quickly so Liam wouldn't have anything else to be mad at me for. As I got up, I started to moan a bit and clutched my stomach, I hoped I would be able to fake being sick, so I wouldn't have to go to school. Liam looks over at me from Niall's bed. He sighed and opened his mouth. "What's wrong Harry?"

I moaned a little bit more, before answering him.

"My stomach hurts." I said in a pitiful voice. Hopefully he will believe me.

"Oh does it now?" He spoke, while pulling Niall out of his bed. Honestly, why do you have a stupid alarm if you're not even going to get up?! I stood there watching as he got Niall out of bed, letting out the occasional groan, to make my story believable. He stood up and started walking over to me. I put on a really sad puppy dog face so he would feel bad for me.

"What's wrong, hmm?" He asked, while feeling my forehead for a temperature. "Your head seems fine."

" umm, my stomach. It hurts a lot." I replied. I guess I seemed a bit nervous because he pulled away and looked at me hard.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking into my eyes. I looked down, and mumbled a barely audible yes.

He sighed, and tipped my chin upward.

"You're not lying?" He asked with a stern look on his face.

I tried pulling away again, but his hands wouldn't budge.

"I.. Uhm, I.. Well you know." I couldn't get one thought out. Well, fuck. This didnt go as planned. He dropped his hand, and my head immediately went to the ground. I felt a hand on my shoulder as Liam started guiding me towards the corner. As I passed Niall, I snuck a look at his face. He was smirking. Bitch.

"I want you to stay here until I come to get you okay?" Hi voice was heavy with disappointment, and I felt horrible. I looked up at him, and opened my mouth to argue, but decides against it when I saw his face. He looked furious. Finally, he left, to go and get ready for class. After what felt like hours, but was only like 15 minutes, he called me out of the corner. He was sitting on my bed, so I went and sat next to him.

"You lied to me Harry" I whimpered at that.

"Can you tell me why?" He asked. My stomach dropped. If I told him the truth, he would spank me for sure. But if I lied to him, then he might find out and spank me even worse! My bum can't take that much pain! He gave me the belt the last time I lied!

"Harry? I asked you a question." His words broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him.

"I just didn't want to go to class." I said, in a whimpery voice, maybe he will take pity on me?

"Huh, this has nothing to do with that algebra test you've got today does it?"

And maybe he won't.

Dammit! Why does he always do this? HOW does he always do this?

" HARRY!" He spoke again, his voice thundering and nothing like the soft tone he had been using before.

My head snapped up, and my eyes filled with tears I hated it when he yelled! His face softened when he saw the tears.

" I'm sorry for yelling, okay babe? But you know you're not allowed to lie to me. And I expect an answer when I ask you a question."

I stayed quiet and looked at the floor praying he wouldn't spank me now.

"I think a good bare spanking is just what you need." Urghh. I looked up at him and quietly begged him with my eyes. He pulled me up to stand and started to pull down my sleep pants.

"Stop it Liam!" I whined, trying to pull his hands away. I knew it wouldn't work, but I had to try anyway.

He glared hard at me, which made me drop my hands. He yanked down my pants, and my boxers, leaving me exposed. I felt my cheeks heat up, as the embarrassment caught up with me. He guided me over his lap, and at first I didn't do anything, too worked up about the embarrassment. The first smack broke me out of my trance. I yelped quietly, and kicked my leg a bit. He smacked me again, and I whined kicking my legs again.

"Settle down" he said, sharply smacking my thigh this time. I bit my lip to keep from swearing at him. That really wouldn't help in this situation. He started randomly smacking my butt with his hand. After a few, it was really starting to sting, and I had tears streaming down my face.

" Li-LEEEYUUMMM! Stoppit! I'm sorry! I'm so-sorry!" I sobbed out. If it was possible, his smacks got harder. He started alternating between my left and right butt cheeks and had a rhythm going there for a while. It felt like my ass was literally on fire. I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. He stopped, and I almost breathed out a sigh of relief, before he tipped me forward. I went into panic at this slight motion.

"Liam! Dont! Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" I gasped for breath. At the last words I started sobbing again. I guess he felt sorry for me because he tipped himself forward and leaned over next to my ear.

"Baby, you know I have to make sure you don't do what you did again. Just 30 with the paddle." With that, he started again, with the paddle just like he had said. It seemed like he was hitting with full force, although, I knew he would never do that. After about 5, I layer my head down on the bed, and sobbed. It hurt so much, and I couldn't even get a word out. It didn't matter though, Liam would stop when he was done, not later and not sooner. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. I didn't even realize it until he pulled me up. He sat me on his leg, minding my bruised bum, and laid my head on his shoulder. I just sat there and sobbed. It still hurt so much! He whispered sweet nothings to me until I could finally speak. "Hey, you're okay. Now, one question and I promise you won't get into more trouble." He spoke quietly. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and sniffled quietly.

"Did you lie because of the algebra test you've got?" My eyes widened, and I quickly laid my head back down on his chest, not wanting to answer his question. He sighed and spoke again. "Harry, I believe we just had this conversation about not answering me." I winced at his tone, he seemed angry again. I spoke, barely audible "yes". I felt his chest go up and down with a sigh. "You have to go to school baby. You know I can't let you stay here without somebody with you." I said nothing, but looked up at him. "Besides, you've been studying for a week now! You're gonna be fine." He said with a small grin. If only he knew... Then, he pulled me up off of his lap.

"Go get ready, I'll write you a note about being late." He said.

Now, I have two options; take the test, fail, and take another beating or skip class...

"I'm walking you to your class, so don't even think about skipping." I heard Liam say.

Well, fuck.