Chapter 2 - Raising the Bar To Complete Academic Achievement
Sam felt a nervous tingle in the back of her throat after getting back her english exam. For the past two months, Carly had been successfully helping her study and pass her classes. Which was great, because without Carly, Sam would have already been screwed for graduation in June. Sam was also enjoying rubbing her newfound relationship with Carly in Freddie's face, which, that alone was worth the hours of hard studying. However, Sam hadn't failed anything thus far and she had a feeling Carly was not going to be happy with her in the least when she saw that she failed her english exam. She thought of hiding it because that was the easiest solution to eighty-five percent of her problems, except, Carly was sitting two rows from her and was looking at her for a sign of yay or nay on her test score.
Fake it, she told herself. Smile and yay it and then before Carly can see the grade, let it accidentally slide out the window or trampled and carried off on the cleats of the football team or have Gibby eat it. Anything but face the unknown consequences of what this failure meant. But how bad could the consequences be, really? This was Carly after all. The worst she had ever done as punishment to someone was make Spencer give the money he earned at a card game, cheating (Spencer was such a sucky liar), to the local church. Feeling only a tad relieved by that, Sam decided it best to just face her punishment and be done with it. It would probably be less work than trying to hide it from Carly anyway.
"So how did you do on the test?" Carly asked the blonde after class.
"I did... okay," Sam said slowly, not looking the brunette in the eye.
"Let me see your test," Carly asked, worried.
"No." The blonde hid the paper behind her back.
"Don't 'no' me. I'm your girlfriend. You can't 'no' me."
"Uh... Look, Carls, it's just... HEY!"
Carly lunged at the blonde and snatched the paper from the blonde's hand mid-sentence. Quickly snatching the paper back, Sam knew she was too late. The brunette was giving Sam this look that made that nervous tingle in the back of her throat return. She had seen Carly mad before but this was like a whole new level of mad that she was completely unprepared for.
"I'm sor..." Sam began but was cut off by a hand pressed against her mouth.
"Don't speak. I'll see you in my room after school," Carly said in a low and even tone that was almost scarier because she wasn't shouting at the blonde. Yet.
The brunette walked off quickly before Sam could try to get a word in.
"What's wrong with Carly? She totally just brushed me off just now," Freddie said, approaching Sam.
"She's pissed at me," Sam grumbled, switching out her textbooks for her next class.
"Pissed? A lover's spat so soon?" Freddie teased.
"If you don't want to piss through a straw for the rest of your life, you'll shut up now and walk away."
Nervous now, Freddie pressed his lips together and walked off as he was fond of his little Freddie and did not desire any unnecessary level of pain at the moment.
***
Sam promised her mother she would wax her back after school but her mother would have to tough it out one more day because Sam didn't dare skip out on her girlfriend. After the last bell rang, Carly had disappeared ahead of her and Sam thought it best to take her time getting to Casa de Shay. It gave Carly time to relax and gave Sam time to figure out why she had failed that stupid test. Her brain shuffled through excuses including aliens probing her brain and stealing the answers to her being unable to get the image of Carly making her a bacon sandwich where the bread was replaced with slices of chicken breasts. Of course, none of these excuses would fly with Carly, but they made Sam chuckle until she found herself riding the elevator to the ninth floor of Carly's building. She felt nervous again and hated the feeling because only Carly could make her feel like this.
"Hey, kiddo," Spencer smiled at the blonde as she entered the apartment.
"Hey."
"I'm heading out to rollerblade with this girl I met at the Groovy Smoothie. Buuut... Listen, Carly seemed a bit upset when she came home. Is everything okay?"
The man seemed torn between concern for his little sister and wanting to make it to his date on time. These damn Shays, Sam thought, I can never hurt them without feeling bad about it later.
"She's upset I failed my english test today, but it's cool, I talked it out with the teach and she's letting me take a do over. I told her my cat got ran over by scooter and I was too distraught to focus on the test."
"I'm so sorry to hear about your cat," Spencer said with honestly.
"I lied about the cat."
"Oh."
"Look, get on with your date. I'll tell Carly the good news and cheer her up," Sam assured the man.
"You're a good friend to my sister. Thanks, kid."
Spencer patted Sam's shoulder and practically flew out the door yelling that he would be home by nine as the blonde's stomach twisted a little in regret. She didn't feel like a good anything with Carly mad at her, and they really needed to tell Spencer about the next step they'd taken in their friendship one of these days. Still, Sam really did hope that news of a retest would brighten up the brunette. Taking the steps two at a time, Sam went in search of her friend. She found Carly exactly where she thought she would - kneeling before the 'coffee table' in her bedroom, crashing a boat repeatedly into a rock. The brunette seemed less angry but Sam knew looks could be decieving with her girlfriend.
"You're gonna break it like that," Sam said, pointing out the obvious.
"Well I'm not trying to make it fly."
"Look, I scheduled a retest so I have another chance to pass the test. Are you gonna keep being angry at me or are you going to help me study?"
If they were in a cartoon, Sam would've sworn she saw a lightbulb go off over Carly's head.
"You know what, you're right. This is good news, but I think I need a way to ensure your success this time around," Carly said, getting to her feet.
The brunette crossed her room to the bedroom door, closing and locking it. When she turned around, Sam watched her unbutton her shirt down to her cleavage and roll up her sleeves. Sam wasn't sure she should be worried or aroused as Carly then went to her desk. She grabbed something off the table top and went back across the room silently to her bed where she sat at the edge.
"Leave your bag and jacket there and come here," Carly ordered.
Now intrigued, though still confused, Sam did as she was bid and approached her girlfriend.
"I want you to lay across my lap."
"Um, what?"
"You heard me. Lay across my lap, face toward the floor."
Sam wasn't stupid, she recognized this from a hundred years ago when her mom still had some authority over her. She laughed out loud at the realization, drawing a questioning look from Carly.
"What are you going to do? Spank me?" Sam laughed, holding her stomach.
"I have to make sure you pass this make up exam somehow and ever since I started letting you feel me up as a reward for good grades, your scores have began to decline. So now, I have no choice but to punish you." Carly said, keeping her features unfazed by the laughter.
"Come on, Carls, you know you don't have the backbone to do this. You'll feel bad even before I stop laughing."
"Well, that may be true, but I still plan to carry out your punishment and if you won't listen to me now then you can forget ever kissing or touching me again."
Sam visibly twitched at this. Carly's tone and manners were no-nonsense, meaning she was serious, which was bad. Real bad. Sam loved kissing and touching Carly.
"You wouldn't..." The blonde said with dread trinkling through her.
"I would."
No signs of giving in from the brunette. She meant business and just to get her point across, she leaned back against the bed, popping open two more buttons from her shirt and sliding her hand down her thigh suggestively. Hell, Sam thought.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's get this over with," Sam grumbled darkly.
"Good girl. Remove your jeans also."
Carly straighten herself as Sam hovered uncertainly before her, shocked by this new addition to the game. Biting her lip in embarrassment, the blonde kneeled and slid her jeans down to her knees, exposing Carly to the cow print panties she'd been wearing.
"Panties too," Carly said, her voice somewhere between amused and authoritative.
Sam would've been more into it this if she weren't in such a humiliating position. Without looking up at the brunette, Sam slid her panties down to her knees along with her jeans. Laying out properly over Carly's lap, Sam braced herself from falling over with her hands against the floor and waited for the sting of Carly's hand. However, the sting of Carly's hand never came, instead, many small bristles crashed into her exposed bottom making Sam squeak in surprise. She looked back to see Carly watching her with curious eyes, brush raised in the air to deliver another smack, but she was hesitating. Sam almost felt bad for her girlfriend because she looked like she wanted to cry and that look alone hurt Sam more than any spanking could. Feeling awful now for making Carly feel terrible, Sam hung her head in shame.
"Go ahead, I deserve it," Sam said in a small voice.
She couldn't see Carly's face but she knew that the brunette was probably close to tears as she brought the brush down again onto her bottom, then again and again. Five quick whacks in succession and Sam began to squirm in discomfort. Here, she thought Carly would be too wrecked with grief over her actions to continue, however, it seemed that something changed in Carly with each swing. To Sam's surprise, she realized Carly was enjoying this as she swung the brush again in quick succession, aiming for the cheek she hadn't swatted the first round.
"Does it hurt?" Carly asked after a moment, her voice shaky as she realized what she had been doing.
Truthfully, it did, but Sam realized, again in surprise, that she was beginning to enjoy it too.
"A bit."
Carly must've figured she had hadn't driven the point across yet and swung the brush again until Sam's entire ass, and some of her thighs, was a bright red. Then panic set it as Carly realized how much she had hurt her girlfriend and tossed the brush down on the bed. Tugging at Sam so she could see into her face, Carly found the blonde in silent tears, her face flushed red. Hugging her girlfriend tightly, Carly repeatedly apologized until she realized that Sam was laughing. Panicked now that she had driven the blonde to madness with her violence, Carly started to freak out.
"Sam! Sam! Snap out of it!" Carly said.
"Relax, Carls," Sam sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm fine."
"You're crying and laughing. I'm horrible for hurting you so much."
"Carly!" Sam grabbed the brunette's shoulders and shook her until Carly shut up. "I. Am. Fine."
"Then why were you laughing?"
"Because... I liked it and so did you."
Carly's face dropped. She had kind of lost herself several times during the spanking session, swinging harder and more often than she meant to, but that didn't mean she liked it. Did it?
"It's okay, Carly. The end of the world will not come if you enjoy inflicting a little pain on me." Tilting her head and biting her lip in thought, Sam grinned. "Besides, you being authoritative like that was kind of hot coming from cute, innocent you."
"Shut up, Sam. Don't make jokes like that..." Carly's heart was pounding a million miles per minute.
Rolling her eyes, Sam stood and took a hold of the brunette's hand. Without a hint of embarrassment, she slipped her girlfriend's hand between her legs to get her point across.
"Feel that? That's me not joking."
Truly, Carly was fascinated by how wet the blonde was and licked her lips. Remembering suddenly that she was supposed to be punishing Sam, she snatched her hand away and shook her head at the groan of disappointment that followed.
"You are going to study now," Carly informed her girlfriend.
"But...!"
"No 'buts'. Study first and once you pass your exam, I'll reward you accordingly." Licking her fingers still wet from her exploration between Sam's thighs, Carly smiled seductively.
"I swear, if you weren't so cute and sweet all the time, I'd mistake you for a sadistic bitch," Sam grumbled, yanking her jeans up.
The material of her panties and jeans rubbed roughly against her sore bottom, making Sam wince. She was beginning to wonder if lying about her grade would've been the easier thing to do from the get-go instead of being all noble and shit.
***
The following week, Sam was leaning against Carly's locker, a paper curled up in one hand and a turkey drumstick in the other. She had to take the make up test during lunch and was irritable, but thankful she got the test over done with, pass or fail.
"So how was it?" Carly asked, slowing her pace as she approached the blonde.
They had had a tough week with Sam squirming every time she sat down for several days and not only did Sam have to study to make up the english exam, she also had a math one that they had to bring in Freddie to help her study. It can also be safely assumed that the UST of the spanking Sam had received did not help her mood in the least in the past week. Currently, her mood was ravenous and she did not speak to her girlfriend, so enthralled she was with the drumstick, only handing Carly the paper in her other hand. Unfurling it, Carly was relieved to see a B- on the paper.
"Congrats, Sam! You did it!" Carly said happily.
Sam nodded and quickly swallowed the food in her mouth so she could speak.
"Yep, all thanks to you," Sam said. "Now, you'll stop tormenting me so horribly, won't you?"
"Hm, I don't know. I was I'm beginning to enjoy watching you squirm the way you have been this past week," Carly teased.
The blonde actually pouted and whimpered. "Oh please, Carls, don't be that mean. Even I've taught you when to draw the line at being cruel."
Chuckling, Carly kissed Sam on the forehead, the rest of her face too much of a greasy mess from the drumstick, and smiled warmly. "You know I'm only teasing you. I still feel bad about spanking you."
"Really? I was sorta hoping that maybe you could learn to be a bit more... dominate like that. I liked it."
Carly blushed brightly. "Maybe."
"Good girl." Tossing the drumstick in the garbage can beside Carly's locker, Sam excused herself so she could wash up, knowing that Carly would not let her kiss with a turkey smeared mouth.
"So I take it you guys fixed your problem?" Freddie asked, wandering over to Carly when Sam had left.
"Yeah. Thanks for helping us study again the other day."
"No problem. I just wish Sam hadn't tossed my math book out the window when we were done. I still haven't been able to get it down from that awning it landed on."
"Yeah, sorry about that also again. You know how much Sam hates math... and you."
Sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Freddie tried to remember why he tolerated the blonde half the time to begin with. "It's cool. I'm use to it by now."
Sam came back then, holding her dripping wet hands out in front of her.
"Can you believe there's no paper towels in the girls' bathroom?" She said in annoyance. Seeing Freddie, she smiled and proceeded to dry her hands on the boy's shirt, much to his chagrin.
"I had a towel in my bag you could've used if you had asked," Freddie said, as Sam dried her mouth next on the sleeve of his shirt.
"Meh, too late. Come on, Carly, you promised to make me come if I passed that test and I did."
Blushing again, Carly waved goodbye to Freddie and let her girlfriend drag her out of the school. Freddie stood dumbfounded at what he had just heard and desperately tried not to picture it, and not because it wasn't a hot image, but because it involved Sam. With a shudder he went back to his locker to get the rest of his books for homework that night.