Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination
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The Professor’s logic was impeccable and when he put the entire matter in that context Heather was at a loss to find a solid reason to refuse his deal. She knew if she refused and then had to drop out she would always kick herself for not taking a little short-term pain to get long term gain.
She clenched her fists with determination and blurted out, “I’ll do it!”
“Very well,” said the Professor and he handed her a single sheet of paper that contained her written agreement to the arrangement.
She scanned the page then asked, “Why do you need my phone number and my login and password to the campus computer system?”
“I need the latter so I can check the college computer to see your grades, and the former so I can contact you to schedule your sessions. You don’t expect me to take your word for your academic performance do you?” he asked.
Heather signed the form and handed it back to him.
The Professor folded it neatly and put it in his desk drawer. He then gave her instructions about how he wanted her to study for three hours every night and then set her alarm clock one hour earlier than usual and study again for one hour before going to classes. He asked her many questions about each subject with which she struggled. He was very familiar with all her classes and knew what stage she was at and what was coming next in her courses. He made her repeat back all of his instructions. Heather grew more nervous as he was winding down his instructions because she knew what was coming next.
“Are you clear on what I expect you to do insofar as study habits are concerned, Heather?” he confirmed.
“Yes, Professor,” she replied.
“Very well. Now remove all of your clothes for your spanking,” he said calmly.
A wave of lightheadedness hit Heather. She could feel herself breathing. She unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor exposing her pink thong underwear.
“Where should I stand?” she asked in a nervous voice.
“You won’t be standing. You will go over my knee. However, I believe I already informed you that you will be completely naked. You will remove every stitch of clothing before you go over my knee.”
A lump formed in her throat. Her body was tense as she slowly removed her shirt. Heather was medium height with a curvy but athletic body and long blonde hair. She deliberately fumbled with the clasp of her bra to delay exposing her breasts to his view. When she released them she saw his eyes lock onto her ample, swaying flesh.
She bent low to remove her socks and knew his eyes would be on her shaven pussy. She’d been naked in front of guys plenty of times but it was always mutual and always a prelude to sex. Never had she experienced the embarrassment of being stark naked in front of an older man who was fully dressed and waiting to administer a spanking.
When she was finished undressing she looked everywhere in the room except at the Professor. She tried to act like holding her hands in front of her bare pussy was a natural pose. The Professor was amused.
“Heather, you can’t hide yourself behind your hands. I want you to remember this moment. I want you to feel how embarrassed and ashamed you are that you have to resort to this in order to improve yourself. I want you to know that I see every inch of your body and that I’m going to enjoy having you over my knee for a spanking. Do you feel all of that, Heather? Do you feel your shame?”
Tears formed in her eyes. “Yes, Professor.”
“Then you are learning already. Now, place yourself over my lap.”
Heather stood beside him and for a moment her pussy was inches from his gaze. She bent over and laid in his lap.
“Place your hands flat on the floor. Your toes should be on the floor at all times. If your hands or feet rise from the floor we will start over. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Professor.”
The Professor brushed his hand across the backs of her thighs then over the perfectly rounded cheeks of her stunning ass. This was a student he would enjoy tutoring. He raised his hand in the air and held it there. He felt Heather brace for the inevitable.
Smack!
It took a moment for the impact to register with her but when it did she whimpered quietly. By the fifth smack she was screaming into her closed mouth and wiggling in his lap. He increased the power of his blows and on the eighth stroke Heather lifted one of her feet off the floor as she screamed out loud.
“You were told to keep you feet on the floor, Heather. Now we will start again.”
The Professor alternated his strokes to the left and right cheeks of her ass and watched closely as her perfect skin changed from lilly white to faint pink to light red. After twenty spanks he stopped and could her her quietly crying. He was well aware of the effects of his work and knew she was crying more for her shame than for the pain of the spanking. Excellent.
“You may stand up now,” he informed her.
Heather stood up and turned to retrieve her clothing.
“Not yet. You still have more discipline coming,” the Professor informed her. “I want you to bend over the end of the sofa. Position your hips on the arm of the sofa so your buttocks are raised high. Stretch your arms out in front of you and reach as far along the sofa as you can.”
Heather obeyed and waited on the sofa with her ass raised in an obscenely provocative position.
The Professor opened a drawer and removed a narrow wooden paddle. It was just over a foot long and made of dark, heavy hardwood and polished to a glossy finish. He showed it to Heather.
“I’m going to assess your tolerance of pain. This implement will hurt far more than my hand did. You might think of my hand as a warm-up that prepares you for the real discipline you will receive. You are permitted cry out when receiving this implement but you may not utter a word. That is, you are permitted to make sounds but not to speak. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Professor,” she answered.
He moved behind her and told her to look straight ahead so she could not see when the blows were coming. Then he added to her humiliation. “Spread your legs wide apart,” he instructed her.
Heather knew that spreading her legs would give him a clear view of her pussy from the most intimate angle. She reluctantly opened her legs to a normal width.
“Wider,” he ordered.
She blushed as she placed her feet as far apart as they would go. Again she felt shame wash over her as she realized her anus was also exposed to his full view, and since she had no way to see him he was free to inspect her as closely as he wanted. She felt her sphincter contracting rhythmically. The Professor smiled with satisfaction.
Crack!
Heather shrieked. She had no idea something could sting that much. Her feet flew from the floor and she quickly stuck them back into position. Crack! Crack! Crack! She screamed into the sofa cushion and slapped her hands against it. Dark red bands formed on her buttocks. After a dozen applications of the slim paddle the Professor slipped it back into the drawer and sat down in his overstuffed chair. He crossed his legs and watched Heather catch her breath and regain some of her composure while still in position over the end of the sofa. Eventually he informed her that she could stand up.
Heather stood directly in front of him and brushed the tears from her eyes. The Professor remained silent. She could tell from his relaxed demeanor and comfortable position in his chair that her discipline session was complete. She swallowed hard and stole a quick glance at this crotch which was obscured by his crossed legs. With a dry mouth she asked, “Do I…should I pay you now?”
The Professor allowed a long silence to hang in the air. He smiled.
“This first session is a consultation. I don’t charge for that. You may get dressed now and leave. You have your study instructions and I will be monitoring your grades and test scores. When I determine you are in need of another session I will send you a text message. It is up to you whether you avail yourself of my continued service. Good evening, Heather.”
He stood up and left the room.
Heather
scrambled into her clothes and let herself out of the condo. On the mirrored wall of the elevator she could see her mascara had run and she hurried to fix her makeup and disheveled hair.
Once home, she proceeded to study as directed for the full three hours that was stipulated. That surprised her, but she wasn’t sure why. Just before she went to bed for the night she checked her rear end in the bedroom mirror. It was still red and warm but not terribly sore. Her next surprise came when she got under the covers of her bed. The warm afterglow of her spanking and the memory of being naked in front of the Professor aroused her in a completely unexpected way. She masturbated to a fantastically powerful orgasm and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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