Lyrica's POV

Melody and I FINALLY pulled into the high school parking lot after dropping off Harmony at her elementary school. We hadn't had any more problems this morning, since giving Melody a spanking and Harmony hearing it really seemed to change their attitudes. Melody and I walked to our first-hour class, AP CHEM. It was a two-year course and this was our second year in it, so we already know the drill. Before summer holidays started, our instructor told us that upon our return, we would review safety and precautions and then go right into labs.

Mel and I were paired together, as always. We were experimenting with bunsen burners and chemicals. I LOVE working with chemicals. Mel, on the other hand, was super clumsy and lacked focus sometimes, which is a real hazard in these labs. I kept trying to talk to her for our assignment, but after about fifteen seconds of focusing on the lab, her attention was drawn elsewhere. We REALLY need to get her back on her ADHD medicine, I thought to myself.

I shook my head again, silently begging for her to just do the damn experiment. I looked down at the paper to write down my current observations when suddenly I smelled smoke. I darted my eyes to my unaware sister, knowing exactly what happened at first sight before I even heard her side of the story. She had been holding her chemicals over the bunsen burner and had turned away to talk to her BFF, Jenny. She unknowingly had put the sleeve of her lab coat in the flames, setting it on fire. I screamed. I quickly turned on the faucet, grabbing her and shoving her arm underneath the water. Our teacher rushed over, sternly asking what the commotion was about. I explained the whole situation to him, trying not to leave anything out. I didn't want to join my sister in punishment just because I omitted something in a life-threatening situation.

He slowly turned around, glaring at my sister in a way that she and I knew all too well. It was the same look we gave each other when we were in trouble and about to get spanked. I could almost audibly hear her gulp with fear. "Principal's office," he snapped. "NOW." She quickly scampered to the door, pushing it open and then quietly shutting it so as not to draw any more attention to herself.

Melody's POV

I walked hurriedly down the hall to the principal's office, tears already welling in my eyes. I knew what was about to happen. The secretary had me wait in the hall outside of the office, still in the midst of the hallway. The bell sounded for the next class to start. Students started walking past me, most smirking and whispering about my upcoming punishment, the rest looked at me with sympathy.

"Melody?" I looked up at the door of the office. Standing in the doorway was the secretary I had spoken to earlier. "Principal Carmical will see you now," she stated, opening the door wider so I could step inside.

I timidly knocked on the door of the principal, immediately hearing a raspy, stern, "Come in, girl!" I must be the only one to get in trouble so far, I thought. He already knew exactly who was knocking. 

I walked inside the room, palms sweating hysterically. "Close the door," he demanded. I did as I was told, then sat across from him at his desk, awaiting further instruction. "The lack of care you have exhibited today was extremely immature and inappropriate," he started. "Since this incident could have lead to severe injury, or, quite possibly, death, I must apply the most extreme punishment I can give you, considering your age, the situation, and your past record of punishment. Understood?" I nodded my head silently, blushing at the knowledge that this wouldn't be my only punishment for this predicament I was in.

"Very well," he continued. "You will be recieving fifty lashes with the school strap, seventy-five with the wooden paddle, twelve of the best with the senior cane, all on your bared backside, and then four of the best with the ruler on your palms." I was astounded at the extremity of the punishment, but vowed to myself silently that I would accept it. I DID deserve it, after all.

"Stand up, girl!" he commanded me. 

I shot up out of my seat when those words were spoken. "Bend over the desk," he began, "and grab the opposite side of the desk, with your bottom positioned at the edge of this side." I did so with dread. "Now, SINCE it's technically your first infraction of the year, I'm feeling a bit generous today. Which would you like to recieve first, Melody? The cane, paddle, or strap?" he questioned.

"The cane first, please, sir," I answered quietly.

"Very well then," he replied, picking up the senior cane. "Given how many strokes you will be receiving over the entirety of your punishment, I will not make you count." I breathed a small sigh of relief. That is until I heard the all too familiar swoosh sound and felt the sharp, intense pain in my rear. I flinched, but kept position, not wanting any penalty strokes. The second stroke landed, somehow more intense than the first one. Then came the third, fourth, fifth... you get the idea. By the time stroke nine came around, I could feel the tears already leaking out of my eyes and streaming down my face. I finally felt the last stroke of the cane, wanting so badly for the punishment to be over, fully knowing it was long from over.

I received the rest of my punishment on my poor, sore backside, the pain coming to a throbbing and the tears in my eyes becoming basically a complete ocean. Towards the middle of my paddling, Carmical draped me over his right knee, locking my legs with his left. He pinned my hands to the small of my back, and the delivered the rest of the paddling. He then stood me up, fixed my skirt and panties, and then ordered me to stand in from of the desk, exactly where I was when I was about to start my punishment. "Are you right-handed or left handed?" he questioned.

"Right, sir," I replied.

"Hold out your right hand, palm outstretched, holding your wrist firmly with your left hand," he ordered, with me quickly obeying. He produced the wooden ruler out of his desk drawer, slowly walking around the desk, stopping right in front of me. He wasted no time in giving me all four strokes, all in quick succesion. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out in pain. "Now, Melody," he began. "Am I going to have to punish you for this again? Good," he said as I vigorously shook my head. "Dismissed." 

I went to my third-hour class which was almost over anyway, but I didn't want to get into any more trouble. The rest of the day was normal, only adding in my inability to sit down comfortably and my current shame. I nearly forgot about the fact that I would be getting spanked at home as well until Lyrica hastily approached me, hand immediately grabbing my ear and dragging me to the car. She shoved me into the passenger seat of the car, slamming the door shut, and then got into her own seat.

"What the hell are you thinking?" she questioned furiously. "You could have gotten severly burned, even died if the smoke had gotten in your lungs! What do you think Commander Watson is going to say about this, huh? He might just kick you out of the CIA!" 

"I didn't do it on purpose, honest!" I said, attempting to defend myself.

"Oh, is that what you're going to say when your attention issues cause you to screw up on the next mission again and end up letting the subject get away? That could ruin your life! THIS is exactly why you need to be taking your ADHD meds," she lectured. "Come on, let's just go get Harm and go home. On the way, though, I don't want to hear another PEEP out of you, otherwise, you'll be getting it a lot worse later, AND I'll tell the General that I think you need to be benched from missions until further notice."

I looked at her challengingly, saying, "You wouldn't DARE. I'm vital for our success. Besides, what am I supposed to tell Harm when I suddenly stop going to work?"

"That's it," she said sternly, getting out of the car, dragging me out on my side by my ear, and threw me into the empty, large backseat area. She slammed the door shut, locked the car, and sat down in the middle of the seats. She yanked down my pants and underwear, revealing my sore, swollen, punished bottom. Without any hesitation, she threw me across her lap and started smacking my cheeks furiously with her hand. I started to whine and attempted to kick my legs, until she scooched to her right a bit, put me over her left knee, and locked my legs in hers. Shit, I thought, now I'm REALLY in for it. She went on for a solid three minutes and then began digging into one of the locked compartments near us. Without looking, I knew she was grabbing an impliment to spank me with, but I couldn't help but peek to look at what she was going to hit me with, that way I can get ready for the intensity and pain. She produced a thick, firm, hard wooden paddle out of the compartment. I knew this was going to hurt like hell.

I looked straight ahead, only to feel the paddle being pressed against my backside, then feeling it leave all of a sudden until it finally slammed back down into my bottom. I let out a slight yelp, only to be rewarded with yet another smack. She kept spanking and spanking me, sll the while my tearflow just kept increasing. After about ten minutes, I was full on wailing and sobbing, and she knew I had had enough. She threw the paddle back into the compartment, lifted me up, and sat me on her lap to calm me down. She made sure that my bottom was hanging in between her legs so I had a chance to gather myself before facing that new pain. She soothingly rubbed my back and stroked my hair, whispering soft things in my ear to comfort me. She then told me to get back into the passenger seat so we could go pick up our youngest sister from school. I tearfully sat in the seat gently, buckling in, and stared out the window. We were about to leabe the parking lot when I felt new heat coming from the seat, other than the heat from my spankings of the day. I looked over towards the dash, and, sure enough, she had turned on my seat warmer to continue my punishment.

I squirmed in my seat at the pain and uncomfortableness, and she just looked over at me, smiled, and then she pulled out of the parking lot. This is going to be a LONG night, I thought to myself.

Well, do you think Melody will continue to be punished tonight? Do you think Lyrica will tell the General about the situation, and Melody will end up benched from missions for a while? Let me know what you think!