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title = "Octavia & Vinyl's First Meeting"
names = ["DCFTEF"]
date = "2014-03-28 06:09:22"
tags = ["F/f", "wooden stick", "over piano", "humanized", "semi-consensual"]
spankers = ["Tutor"]
spankees = ["Tavi", "Vinyl"]
posts = [""]
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Spring had arrived and all around the City of Canterlot there were signs that winter had at last released her grip. The sun was out, the first flower buds were appearing on trees and birds were returning from their winter migrations. Octavia Melody hopped off the bus with a spring in her step, feeling that she knew exactly what Vivaldi was writing about when he created the most well known concerto in his Four Seasons composition.
Hefting her cello onto her back the girl enjoyed the walk to her music teacher's house. It was only a few blocks through an upper-class urban neighborhood, but with the sun on her face, breeze in her hair and the song playing in her mind Octavia felt like she was taking a long hike in the countryside near Mantua that had inspired the concerto. It was already a good day, but music made any day better.

All too soon she arrived at Ms. Metronome's house. Octavia entered without knocking; she was a little early and knew her teacher would be busy with beginner students. She heard their clumsy stabs at piano keys as she walked down the hall, but even their hapless attempts at 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' could not bring her mood down. That had been the first song Octavia ever learned how to play, and she was sure her own first attempt hadn't been much better.

Octavia entered a small parlour where she took her lessons. Being early would give her a chance to set up and tune her cello before Ms. Metronome arrived. She liked being ready to start as soon as the teacher arrived...it maximized the time she got to play music.
To her surprise, Octavia found her parlour already occupied.
>"Oh...I beg your pardon. I didn't know anyone was using this room."

The stranger looked totally out of place in this shrine of refined musical taste. She was dressed in faded blue jeans, strategically ripped at the knees, and a t-shirt (no bra either, Octavia observed). Her blue hair was arranged in wild fashion, and she wore a set of magenta sunglasses even though they were inside. For an instant the young cellist considered that this might be a burglar, intending to rob Ms. Metronome, but the stranger introduced herself.
>"Oh, hey...I'm Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch."
She shook Octavia's hand crudely, like a boy who had never been around sophisticated girls would.
>"Very nice to meet you. My name is Octavia Melody."
>"That's one big guitar case you've got there!"
Octavia's face went pale in an instant. Who the hell was this Philistine and what was she doing in Ms. Metronome's parlour?
The strange girl laughed and slapped Octavia on the back.
>"Oh man...I didn't mean to shake you up that bad" she laughed, "I know that's a cello in there...I was just fuckin' with ya."
Octavia scowled. She hoped this idiot wasn't going to cut into her time with Ms. Metronome. Her parents payed a lot of money for these lessons. This girl hadn't even brought an instrument?
>"So," she inquired politely, "are you learning the piano?"
That was a safe bet...there was already an upright piano in the room.
>"Well...I learned the piano before I could cross the street by myself" answered the blue haired girl, "but with music there's always something new to learn, am I right?"

Well, that was a halfway intelligent statement. Octavia began to reconsider Vinyl Scratch. After all, Mozart had been quite eccentric in his own time. If the great composer had been born in this century surely he would have had wild blue hair and ripped jeans as well.
Vinyl continued;
>"Yeah, I play a few instruments...but mostly I'm into spinning tunes."
>"I beg your pardon?"
>"Scratching records, mixing, you know...I'm a DJ."

She dug in the pocket of her blue jeans and handed Octavia a wrinkled business card printed on cheap card stock...probably something Vinyl had produced with a simple inkjet printer just before the school librarian chased her away.

---VINYL SCRATCH / DJ-PON3---
AVAILABLE FOR HOUSE PARTIES,
CLUBS, WEEKEND FUNCTIONS

>"A DJ...I see..."
Octavia's modicum of respect for Vinyl was gone like a wisp of cloud in the wind.
>"Yeah, I'm an ace at it too, if I do say so myself, so give me a call if your folks are ever out of town and you wanna throw the best party your school has ever seen."
Vinyl blushed a little and confessed;
>"You've got to provide wheels though. I've got all the stuff to DJ...but I don't have my driver's license yet."

Octavia politely slipped the card into her valise with the intention of throwing it away later.
>"Of course. Although I must admit; most of the parties I attend have real musicians."
That had been intended as a barb...and it worked. Vinyl Scratch immediately knew where DJ's stood in Octavia Melody's reckoning.
>"Hmm...so DJ's aren't real musicians in your little world?"
>"To each their own" replied Octavia, her voice full of fake courtesy. 
She opened her cello case and began getting ready.
>"But it's been my observation that those who are only interested in pop don't possess a genuine understanding of music."

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence as both parties considered their next move. Without a word Vinyl sat down at the piano, cracked her knuckles loudly (which irritated Octavia no matter who did it), and began to play.
Octavia was struck silent...this girl was actually good. Then she recognized the piece.
>"Hold on...that's Tchaikovsky's String Serenade in C-Major." 
Without stopping Vinyl reached up and struck a triangle which hung above the piano.
>"Ding, ding! Cello-girl wins a prize!"

>"But this is a piece for string instruments!"
Vinyl stopped cold and shrugged her shoulders.
>"So? I re-arranged it for piano...no big deal."
But she leaned forward with a big, sneering grin on her face.
>"That is, if you possess a genuine understanding of music."

Annoyed, Octavia said nothing, but went straight to tuning her cello. She hoped Vinyl would continue playing the Tchaikovsky piece, it was actually pretty interesting to see how she'd converted the composition for strings into a piano serenade. But Vinyl switched to something else instead...some improvised jazz.
>"You ever listen to jazz, Tavi?" asked Vinyl.
Octavia was sure the new nickname was intended to annoy her.
>"Yes...SOME of it is quite enjoyable."
She didn't raise her voice, but the emphasis on 'some' was a jab at Vinyl, inferring that what she was playing now was not enjoyable.
>"I'm rather fond of Frederick Katz..."

Vinyl instantly forgot that she was trying to annoy the prissy cellist and stopped playing.
>"Ohmygosh! You're right, Freddy Katz was AMAZING! I was SO sad when he died."
>"Well, he was 94" muttered Octavia.
She didn't let her feelings show, but she too had cried when she heard the news.
>"Listen, I've got a bootleg of him playing with Chico Hamilton's band in L.A., in like...1950-something. You've gotta hear it!"
Octavia was seriously interested, but dealt her rival a half-hearted snub instead.
>"It sounds lovely...but I'd rather concentrate on preparing for Ms. Metronome's lesson right now."

So the two continued their preparations in verbal silence. That did not end the acrimony between the girls though. Both knew enough about music to continue their dispute without words.

Octavia sat down and ran the bow across her cello's strings...an important base line to determine how she'd need to tune it. Instruments like hers changed with humidity and atmospheric conditions...they needed to be adjusted with every use. But just when Octavia needed silence to hear what her cello was telling her, Vinyl struck a loud, off-key note on the piano. It ruined Melody's concentration.
She tried again, and Vinyl did the same thing.
>"Pardon me, do you mind?"
>"Oh, sorry" replied the blue haired girl. 
It was a fake apology. Instead of giving Octavia the silence she needed Vinyl launched into her own piano version of Deep Purple's 'Smoke on the Water'.

>"Two can play at this game" muttered Octavia under her breath.
She listened carefully to how Vinyl played. The blue haired DJ was good, but not perfect. From just a minute of listening Octavia identified her weaknesses. There was no sheet music to follow so Vinyl Scratch had to make this up as she went along. When she came to a difficult spot where she had to backtrack and try different notes Octavia struck her revenge blow...sending a shrieking off-key noise echoing through the parlour. Vinyl groaned in frustration, this had caused her to lose focus and forget the note she was searching for.

The musical sparring match continued...not a word was spoken but the cellist and the DJ knew exactly how to sabotage the other and generally get under their rival's skin. Such a contest could not last forever...and it was brought to a climax when Octavia attempted Bach's Cello Suite No. 1. Vinyl listened for a few moments, and then joined in on piano...something Octavia took as an insult to both her and Johann Sebastian himself. This was a suite written specifically for HER instrument...Vinyl Scratch obviously knew that...but the talented upstart was trying to adapt it for piano right in front of her.

And then Vinyl struck an off key note intentionally.

>"Oh, that is IT, bitch!"
Octavia cast her cello aside (carefully) and rushed her rival.
>"Whoa, what are you...OoooFFF!"
Never in her life had Octavia Melody tackled anyone, especially a fellow musician and especially not in a music studio. But she found in herself and unexpected talent and knocked Vinyl Scratch clear off the bench, both of them crashing into a book case in a snarling, hair pulling cat-fight.

It did not last long.
>"Girls! GIRLS! What in the name of Beethoven do you think you're doing? Stop it this instant!"
Even Ms. Metronome barking admonishments did not deter the two teenagers from their blood-lust...their teacher had to become physically involved in pulling them apart.
>"I can not believe this! You are both in a classroom...not a wrestling ring! Explain yourselves!"
The combatants did not wait for turns; they simultaneously launched into attacks and recriminations...each one convinced that the other had provoked this fight with grievous insults to the sanctity of music. Amazingly, Ms. Metronome could decipher the chaos of shouts and figure out the rest on her own.

"This is disgraceful! I brought you here on the same day because you're my two most talented students. I'd hoped playing in duet would help you both progress. Miss Scratch, I'd hoped you could learn from the precision & discipline with which Miss Melody handles her cello!"
Octavia grinned with satisfaction, seeing her rival getting scolded.
>"And Octavia Melody, I'd hoped some of Vinyl's spontaneous creativity would rub off on you!"
Vinyl stuck her tongue out at Octavia.
>"But before the lesson has even begun I find you rolling around on my floor like a couple of hooligans? What's gotten into you?" 

All of a sudden the idiocy of their fight struck both girls, and they felt very foolish.
>"We're sorry, Ms. Metronome" they both muttered in unison.
>"I hope so!" snapped their teacher, "And I'm going to see to it that you're even sorrier!"

The music teacher picked up her pointer stick, a 20 inch hard wood dowel that tapered at the end. It was thicker and heavier than a conductor’s baton...she used it both to point at notes on sheet music pages and tap out a tempo for students having trouble with their pacing.
>"Both of you...bend over the piano bench...now!"
The girls had expected a scolding, but not this.
>"I beg your pardon?"
>"W-what!?"
Ms. Metronome did not waver. She pointed to the bench with her stick and waited. The girls had not accepted that a spanking was inevitable though...
>"Ms. Metronome...ma'am...I admit we've behaved brutishly but you can't be serious...please!"
>"Aww, come on, Teach, we just got a little carried away...we're sorry, ain't we, Tavi?"
>"Yes! Yes, we're absolutely sorry! Ready to begin the lesson!"
Their begging had the opposite effect though;
>"Oh, you will both learn your lesson...about fighting in my parlour and now resisting my orders. Since you choose to delay and argue with me you've made it worse on yourselves. Vinyl...pull your trousers down. Octavia...your skirt, pull it up."

Her command was met by desperate begging.
>"Teacher, PLEASE! You can't! You simply can't!"
>"Ms. Metronome, it won't ever happen again, we promise!"
The instructor smacked her stick against the piano bench.
>"Miss Melody, Miss Scratch, I am not going to ask again! You have two choices; either do as I say and bend over this bench...or walk out the door. I'm an old woman, I will not try to stop you, but if you leave do not come back. You'll be dropped as my students."
The girls looked at each other. Ms. Metronome was the best music teacher in the city. Neither wanted to lose her...but neither wanted to be first either.
Finally, Vinyl spoke;
>"Tavi...we gotta do this. At least it'll be over quick."

Vinyl unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall down to her ankles, exposing herself in rather ordinary blue cotton panties. Never in her life had Vinyl felt so grateful that her mother didn't allow her to wear thongs.
Octavia whimpered and resisted it for a few more moments, but finally accepted her fate. She reached down and pulled her grey pencil-skirt up over her hips. The cellist blushed when she considered what panties she'd picked from her drawer this morning; yellow with a cartoonish bee print. She certainly hadn't expected to have them on display! At least her dark pantyhose obscured the view somewhat.
Ms. Metronome was not going to allow that though. She reached over and peeled that extra layer of protection down to Octavia's knees, leaving her in the same state of undress as her rival.
>"Ladies...the bench, now please."

If the two girls had not be trembling in fear of the spanking they were each about to receive they would have noticed how funny they looked; shuffling across the room, Vinyl with her blue jeans around her ankles...Octavia constrained by the tight hosiery around her knees. With great difficulty they took their places, side by side across the hard wooden piano bench, waiting in misery for the first awful blow. Perhaps Ms. Metronome would provide a brief stay of execution by lecturing a bit more.
Nope.

*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
>"OOOWWwwwWWOOoow!
Octavia nearly fell off the bench when she heard Vinyl cry out, but she didn't have to wait long to know what she was crying about.
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
The prim cellist howled just as loud as the wild DJ, drumming her low pumps on the ground while Ms. Metronome's stick laid 3 painful stripes on her backside.

The music teacher's method was terrifyingly random. One girl would cringe and flinch as whacks fell on her counterpart's rear end...there was no warning when the next blow was to land on her own bottom.

Vinyl & Octavia could hear the whistle of the stick as it cut through the stuffy air of Ms. Metronome's parlour, but neither girl knew if this spank was meant for her until the pain burned through her underpants into her already sore cheeks. Hearing the girl next to her squeal in agony meant an instant of sweet reprieve, but in just seconds the stick was whistling toward its next target.
>Will it be her or me this time?
Ms. Metronome offered no clues or predictable pattern. Sometimes she alternated between her students, Octavia, Vinyl, Octavia, Vinyl...then sometimes she concentrated on one girl for ten or more consecutive strikes, raining pain down on the poor girl's fanny until she bawled and squirmed under the assault. These barrages were no holiday for the girl not being spanked...usually she cried just as hard knowing she'd be getting the same treatment in a few moments.

Even through underwear the pointer stick carried an impressive sting, and it was heavy enough to leave behind a lingering burn that did not fade quickly. Ms. Metronome was an expert with it too. She had no children of her own...Octavia & Vinyl would later wonder how she'd learned such skills. She must have had a lot of naughty students over the decades.
Ms. Metronome utterly ignored the higher latitudes of the girls' trembling hemispheres. She knew where a spank hurt most, down in the lower regions...the 'sit spot.' If one of her weeping charges squirmed too much, or heaven forbid tried to turn her hips to escape the terrible spanks, she got a flurry of nasty stingers on the backs of her thighs, which did not stop until she had re-assumed her proper position. Both girls suffered this painful sanction more than once.
>"OwOwOwOw, OooWWWWWW! Please stop, I'M SORRY!"
>"Mizz MetroOWWnome, we won't ever do it again, no more, PLEASE!"
The teacher looked on her work with satisfaction.

It was time to bring this to a close. The girls' parents were paying for music lessons, and even though they were certainly learning a lesson the punishment was cutting into practice time.
>"Your behavior today was shameful!"
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
>"You are hear to learn about music & beauty..."
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
>"...not wrestle around on the floor like animals!"
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
>"I expect better from both my top students!"
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*
*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*

Those last spanks came down harder than the rest, and both students went from sobbing & whimpering to outright screaming. As Vinyl has suffered the first blow Octavia got the last. Ms. Metronome took a step back to inspect her work. Both bottoms had suffered an equal amount of torment...both were bright, angry pink with little purple marks where the stick had done its worst. Ms. Metronome knew those spots would hurt for a long time.
>"Ladies, you may get up now."
Sniffling & sobbing, the two penitent students struggled to their feet. They slowly got themselves dressed, cringing in pain as they pulled jeans or pantyhose over their swollen rear ends.
Teacher took both of them into her arms and embraced her students together.
>"I'm very sorry it had to come to that, but I would not have done it if I did not think your potential was worth the effort. Now go wash your faces...we'll begin with some Chopin."

Eager to escape the parlour, both girls hurried to the bathroom to fulfill their teacher's command. As she splashed her face with cold water Octavia spoke;
>"Whatever happens let's just PLEASE get along for the rest of the day. If you still hate me we can air that out later, after the lesson. I just can't take another spanking like that again!"
>"Agreed" replied Vinyl without hesitation, "no more fighting, no more getting on each others nerves, deal?"
And they shook hands, this time for real.

Ms. Metronome already had their sheet music ready when her students returned.
>"Very good, take your places. Vinyl, is there a problem?"
>"Eh, Teach, is it okay if I maybe stand up while I play?"
Octavia agreed; a hard wooden seat would be torture on a freshly spanked rear.
>"Absolutely not" replied Ms. Metronome, "I'm aware it hurts. You should have thought about that before your disgraceful fracas. You too, Miss Melody. The cello is played from the seated position...if you wish to stand you should switch to the double bass."
Cringing both girls gingerly sat down; Octavia in her chair, Vinyl at the piano bench. Their teacher rapped her pointer stick and said;
>"Frédéric Chopin's Cello Sonata Opus 65, first movement; Allegro moderato in G minor. Vinyl, we will begin on your mark."

An hour and a half later both girls sat at the bus stop together. They had not said a word to each other since the lesson. This was not entirely by choice; they each wanted to talk, but neither knew how to start.
It was Vinyl Scratch who found a segue;
>"Oh...I almost forgot! That Fred Katz bootleg I told you about."
>"Wow," muttered Octavia "seems ages ago we talked about that."
Vinyl dug into her backpack and found a memory stick.
>"I've got it on here...you can take this home with you. I'm not gonna force you to come to my house to listen to it or anything."
Octavia accepted the flash drive, but did not put it in her valise.
>"I...I think I might like listening to it with someone."
That made Vinyl smile.
>"So we're not at war anymore?"
Octavia chuckled this time.
>"The war is over; we both lost."

The young musicians sat on the bench laughing until the bus came. They rode it to Vinyl's house where they hung out, listening to and talking about music for hours until Octavia's mother finally called her cell phone, wondering where she was.
Neither of them knew it yet, but it was the start of something very special.

THE END