College Discipline

by Kim Acton

  "My brother," cried Jenna.

  Five hard strokes landed across her ass. It hurt like fire but Jenna was grateful that they were not applied to her legs.

  "Who else"" asked the Professor.

  "My grandparents," admitted Jenna.

  The whipping continued like that for over an hour. The Professor asked her who she had lied to, what boyfriends she cheated on, what she stole, what school tests she cheated on, what girls she was mean to, and on and on. He whipped her with two straps and three paddles. Jenna was near exhaustion. The Professor had paced her whipping expertly so that it continued for much longer than Jenna would have imagined was possible. It was astonishing what Jenna took. This was a girl who was truly sorry for what she had done and wanted, even begged, to pay the price for it.

  When he removed the Lucifer strap from the wall Heather felt a rush of fear go through her. She was afraid to even see it, let alone see and hear it's affects on her friend. He dangled the huge strap in front of Jenna.

  "We're almost finished now, Jenna. But first you have the devil to pay." Jenna felt her stomach flutter with fear. Her tender ass was purple and swollen and had welts covering most of it. The sight of the most menacing and vicious implement she had ever seen was enough to cause her to burst into sobbing tears. Then she said something that astonished both Heather and the Professor.

  "Please, give it to me hard. I want this all to be done with. I'm so sorry for the things I've done to others. Please punish me hard," she sobbed.

  The Professor obliged. When the first stroke landed fully across her entire ass the sound was such a walloping thud that Heather moved to cover her ears. Jenna's scream came from the pit of her stomach and was continuing when the next lash hit her. The pain was searing and she knew she could not take many in her condition. Her knees buckled and she tried to contort herself to avoid the impact but she was helpless to avoid the full power of every stroke. Each swat sent visible ripples up and down her body. Even her dangling breasts undulated with each shock wave. Sweat covered her body and she began to tremble involuntarily. After several more strokes she whimpered, "Please, I can't take any more." The Professor stopped immediately. He waited until Jenna's breathing returned to normal.

  "I have one more question for you before we complete your session, Jenna. Whom did you hurt most?" asked the Professor.

  Jenna tried to gather her wits. She drew a blank. She had named every member of her family, every boyfriend and every close girlfriend. "I don't know," she said, still crying.

  "Isn't it you, Jenna? Aren't you the one you hurt the most with all that crazy behavior? And aren't you the one who suffered the most from it?" he asked.

  It hit Jenna like a ton of bricks. He was right. She began to sob. "Yes," was all she could manage to say between sobbing gasps for air. The Professor removed a rattan cane from the wall and swished it through the air.

  "Now you need to pay for the pain you have caused to yourself. Jenna, I'm going to cane you until you tell me that you have forgiven yourself for every bad thing you did as a teenager. Every stupid thing you did to hurt yourself. Are you ready?" he asked as he raised the cane into the air.

  Jenna took a breath and said, "Yes, Professor. I'm ready." Heather looked on in amazement and thought to herself that if it were her she'd take one cane stroke and yell that she had forgiven herself. Jenna was more contrite and far more willing to pay the price that was due.

  The cane felt like powerful electric shocks jolting though Jenna's body. The pain was unlike any of the other implements the Professor used on her. It landed with a snap that sent pain in every direction. The fine, characteristic double welts formed quickly on her already purple ass. She took ten strokes. Then she took ten more that were harder. She began to yell. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The Professor could tell it wasn't a cry to stop, only her apology to herself for what she had done in the past.

  Finally, after uncounted strokes she broke down completely and quietly said, "That's all. Please, that's all." The Professor set down the rattan cane and began to unfasten her ankle and torso restraints. Heather hurried to do the same for her wrists and helped her stand up. Jenna was bathed in sweat and barely able to stand. She leaned on Heather who helped her out of the dungeon and to get dressed in the living room.

  "I'd like you to take Jenna home now, Heather. Will you make sure she gets into her bed safely?" asked the Professor. Heather agreed. He held Jenna's chin and looked into her eyes, "You've done a brave thing tonight, Jenna. You should forgive yourself completely and not feel any more guilt. You'll need a lot of rest now. Please let Heather take you home. She a good friend to you, Jenna and you're fortunate to have her."

  "Thank you, Professor. Thank you for everything," said Jenna as they moved toward the doorway.

  On the way home Heather couldn't stop thinking about the things the Professor said, the way he smiled at her, the way he sort of called her dear and the way he told Jenna that Heather was a good friend. She also couldn't get the image out of her mind of him commanding Jenna to suck his cock and his powerful posture while administering the whipping in the dungeon. She was falling for him and needed to know what his feelings were.

  She got Jenna home to her apartment and helped her get into bed. She gave her some pain reliever pills from the bathroom cabinet. Jenna asked her to get her aloe lotion and to please rub it onto her ass and legs. Heather obliged and squirted the lotion onto Jenna's burning ass and slowly and tenderly rubbed it into her skin. It felt strangely erotic to hold a woman's ass in her hands and to feel the heat from her ordeal. Heather wished her ass felt the same way. She had begun to crave the after-effects of her sessions with the Professor and felt jealous that Jenna's ass was on fire and her's was not. She remembered feeling the same way about seeing her give him a blowjob. She wanted to give him that. She wanted the whipping. She wanted him.

  She watched Jenna fall asleep while still quietly crying. Heather turned off the apartment lights and locked the door behind her. It was late but she decided to go right back to the Professor's home.

  Heather Needs More

  Heather knew she shouldn't visit the Professor without permission but she decided to take the risk. She knocked on the door and the Professor answered it wearing a silk robe. He gave her a puzzled look.

  "I'm sorry Professor, but can I speak to you for a moment?"

  As he let her in and closed the door behind them he asked, "Is it Jenna? Did you get her home safely?"

  Heather answered, "No. She's fine. She's in bed and asleep already. It's...it's about me, really. I sort of need to talk to you. I think I need a session with you, or something."

  The late hour and the Professor's comfortable dress gave the moment a more relaxed feel. He smiled at her and said, "Well, you probably should get a spanking for visiting at this hour without an invitation. But since you're here, would you like a drink? I have some wonderful wine." Heather eagerly accepted.

  The Professor continued as he opened the wine, "So, you say you need a session or something. What would the something be, Heather?"

  She stammered an answer, "Well, I...Maybe we could...I just feel that I want more than a normal session."

  "Do you want the type of session that Jenna just received?" asked the Professor.

  Heather cringed. "No! I mean, it was amazing to see it and I think it's was perfect for her needs. But that's not what I'm thinking. When I saw her giving you head it made me realize I love doing that to you but I want...well, I thought maybe..."

  "Spit it out, Heather. You're already getting a spanking tonight for coming here unannounced. What else do you need? Just say it," said the Professor as he handed her a glass of wine.

  Heather took a gulp of her wine, paused and then blurted, "I want it every day from you. And I want to give you head every day and I want you to fuck me. I want it all."

  The Professor smiled slightly and took a slow sip of wine. He let the silence linger in the air. "I like you, Heather. I'm quite att
racted to you and I'm sure I would enjoy spending more time with you." Heather felt a sense of relief but waited for the 'but' that she sensed was coming. "Heather, are you familiar with the term, anal fixation?"

  "I've heard of it. It's Freudian, isn't it?" she answered.

  "It refers to an exaggerated interest in things related to - in my case - a woman's ass. It's why I enjoy my avocation of tutoring college girls the way I do. I enjoy seeing and touching a firm, young ass. I enjoy spanking it and even whipping it and seeing it change color and texture. It's wonderful. And I suppose I've never told you that your's is one of the most magnificent it's ever been my pleasure to spank."

  "Thank you," said Heather happily.

  "Now, as to the issue of having intercourse with you. I would very much enjoy fucking you, Heather. But I have explained my fixation to you because I want you to realize something - I'm only interested in fucking you in the ass. Are you prepared to have anal sex with me, Heather?"

  Heather should have seen it coming, but she didn't and was taken by complete surprise. She had never had any form of anal sex. Not even a finger or tongue had ever taken her anal virginity. She was shocked but at the same time was so was voraciously horny to be ravaged by the Professor that she would have agreed to almost anything. "I'll do it," she answered.

  "I take it that you want more than a one-time session like this. Am I correct? Are you looking for us to have an ongoing, intimate relationship?" His wording sounded so clinical yet it was exactly what Heather wanted. She loved his academic tone and his total self-control. She had just pledge her anal virginity to him, and her desire to be spanked regularly and he wasn't jumping all over her like the boys she'd dated in the past. He was controlled and calm and it made her want to scream with anticipation. She wanted to lay on the floor and be fucked and abused without limit and he was calmly making her wait for it.

  "Yes, Professor, I'd like us to have a relationship. Would you?" she asked hopefully.

  "You need to know that I would not give up my practice of providing discipline to needy young women. You have to be agreeable to seeing girls like Jenna perform oral sex on me, perhaps in front of you. You have to realize that I might discipline two or three girls in the same day and I see them all naked. You can't be jealous of that; at least not to the point of wanting me to change any of it. You also have to realize that you will be spanked before we have sex. Every time. You have to crave that, you have to have a deep need to feel that sense of submission and to want to please me. Do you Heather? Do you want all of that?"

  Heather wanted it so badly she could feel her moisture through her jeans. Her mouth was dry when she answered, "Yes, I want it all. May we start right now, Professor?"

  He got out of his chair and came to her. He kissed her on the lips and said, "I think that would be wonderful." Then after a pause he added, "Take off all of your clothes and get over my knee."

  Heather jumped to her feet, kissed the Professor again and stripped out of her clothes as fast as she could. She leapt into his lap and pressed her ass upward in the most inviting and seductive way she could. The Professor pressed her firmly into his lap and ran his hand over her body. His fingertips ran down the backs of her legs and slowly eased between them. They brushed along her labia. He slowly separated the cheeks of her ass and pressed a finger against her sphincter. It twitched and flexed in fear and anticipation. The Professor smiled to himself. He ran his hand over her dangling breast and lightly squeezed her nipple. He twisted it just enough to hear her lightly gasp.

  Without a word he slapped her bottom hard and left his hand where it landed. He felt the heat from her supple flesh. He repeated the ritual. He carefully delivered a dozen to each cheek and felt her writhe under him like she was being ever so slowly fucked. He took the liberty of running his fingers across her labia again and was delighted to find them scorching hot and soaking wet.

  He took the same red leather strap he used on Jenna from the drawer. He brought it down very hard and the surprise of it made Heather scream. She made the effort to moan with appreciation so the Professor would know she wanted more of it. The visions of Jenna's harsh whipping filtered through her memory and made her want more of the strap. In a display for the Professor she raised her ass up high to invite more of it. She deliberately moaned loudly after each lash to signal her horniness and to invite his sexual attention.

  He strapped her at length pausing occasionally to run his hand over her burning ass as if to check if it had reached the correct temperature. Each time he added more strokes and checked it again. Finally, when it was crimson and giving off the heat he desired, he put down the strap. "Now, my Dear, you can show me your affection with your mouth," he said.

  Heather climbed off his lap and went for his cock like a starving prisoner. She wanted it in her mouth so badly it was driving her insane. Every previous blowjob she had given him was after a long, painful session and she was always crying. This time she could enjoy it and let him know she was enjoying it. She moaned loudly into his shaft and balls. Her hands moved almost frantically over and around his shaft, cock-head and his balls. Her tongue was in constant motion and she was almost delirious with desire. She wished he could cum five times so she could have it every way she wanted. She wanted to swallow his load, she wanted it all over her face, she wanted it on her tits and in her pussy. But she knew she wouldn't get any of that. She was going to take his load in her ass. It made her feel incredibly horny and slutty to know a man was going to fuck her in the ass for the first time. She couldn't protest or change her mind - she had agreed and now she was going to get it.

  The Professor held her head in his hands and directed her to perform the way he wanted. He thrust his cock in and out of her tight mouth and taunted her, "That's right, suck it good or you'll get more with the strap. Suck it the way you're told. Get it nice and wet so I can stick it in your ass. You're going to take that big cock in your ass tonight, Heather. You're going to get ass-fucked hard." The talk was driving Heather wild and she reached back to rub her pussy. "Not yet, Dear. I'll tell you when you can cum," he informed her. She moaned with frustration.

  After more minutes of furious sucking and moaning the Professor told her, "Time for you to lose your virginity."

  Heather was gasping for breath but manage to plead, "Please, in the dungeon. Please!" The Professor nodded and she scurried to the dungeon room and draped herself over the bench where Jenna had been earlier in the evening. Her body was shaking in fevered anticipation. She would have allowed him to do anything to her.

  The Professor ran his hands over her ass and felt the heat from them. He pressed the shaft of his cock against the full crack of her ass. He kneaded her cheeks together and slid is cock along the length of her ass. She felt the heat of it and her anus went into spasms of anticipation. "Beg for it," ordered the Professor.

  Without a second of hesitation she said, "Please, Professor, please put it in my ass. Please fuck my ass with your huge dick. Please, I'm begging you for relief. I need your cock in me. Please ass-fuck me." He parted her cheeks and ran his tongue across her anus. He flicked it several times then drove his tongue as deep as he could. Heather moaned in appreciation. Then he aimed his cock into her. It was slick with saliva and pre-cum and the head pressed into her with relative ease.

  Heather grunted from her belly. It was deep and visceral. The penetration almost made her cum instantly. She pressed herself backward against his shaft and swallowed more of it. The Professor was merciful. He thrust in and out with less than half his length. Heather moaned and grunted like a beast. She was wild with desire and reached down to clutch at her pussy. She turned to seek the Professor's permission. "You may masturbate," he said.

  Heather rubbed her clit furiously. The Professor fucked her ass with a constant rhythm and spanked her with his bare hand. He used the spanking to delay her orgasm. They both moaned and grunted and their sounds made a wonderful concert of sexual indulgence; the young college girl's anal virginity taken
at the hands of her disciplinarian lover. Through the pain of her spanking and stretched anus Heather felt an enormously powerful orgasm building inside of her. As it tore through her body her contractions drove the Professor past the point of no return. He came long and hard into her ass. She felt his cock swell and the heat of his cum spraying into her core. Heather nearly fainted from the overpowering intensity of her orgasm. She screamed "Oh my god, thank you!" and the room went into a twilight of darkness until her waves of orgasm began to subside.

  As she laid face down of the bench, the Professor kissed her back then led her to his bedroom where they both fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  A Disciplined Life

  It was quite an adjustment for Heather to live with the Professor but after a few weeks they both settled into a routine and were happy. There was an unexpected benefit for the Professor. Heather proved to be very good at bringing him new prospects for his services. Whenever she chatted with classmates who had issues they were trying to deal with she would feel them out to see whether they could use his special talents.

  She introduced him to a sophomore who was trying to drink and party less. She became a favorite of the Professor because she knew how to deepthroat. Heather also found a senior who's grades were in need of improvement. She was a hard-case who like to yell things like "Is that all you've got?" and "You call this a spanking?" during her sessions. The professor enjoyed the challenge of finding special ways to make her whippings severe. She never left disappointed. All the girls who came for sessions were advised that Heather lived there too and they had to consent to her seeing them getting disciplined and performing oral sex.

  Heather's favorite sessions were the introductory ones. She always watched a new girl getting her first whipping and sometimes assisted by fetching implements or putting her on a piece of dungeon furniture. The best part was seeing the Professor's cock growing in his pants and knowing the the new girl was getting a free session, leaving his cock primed to either ravage Heather's mouth or ass. It was the most exciting foreplay for both of them. The longer the session lasted, the more horny each of them became.