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NOTE TO READER: This story is fiction, but is based in a practice that is long-standing in BDSM. Enjoy…
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Dr. Jack Wilson leaned back in his chair and shook his head in disappointment. His best sophomore honors psychology student caught cheating….Unbelievable.
But the evidence was irrefutable. The online service subscribed to by his college had clearly identified several passages in Catherine “Cat” Robinson’s final research paper as cut and pasted directly from research reports posted online. Yet, when Jack went to Catherine’s reference citations, there was no evidence of her having cited the sources.
Jack shook his head in disbelief.
The college at which he taught was a small, conservative private college that prided itself in its academic honor code. If a student cheated, justice, in the form of immediate expulsion, was swift.
Cat Robinson, being a sophomore, was well aware of the potential consequences, so Jack had no choice but to call her in.
At the end of the 8:00 AM sophomore Honors Psychology Seminar the next morning, Jack asked Cat to stay after class. He noticed that her complexion blanched white, then beet red as he spoke to her.
There was the usual complement of students that stayed behind to ask questions after class and it was a few minutes before Jack could turn his attention to Cat. As he stood and talked with the other students, he noticed that she fidgeted nervously as she waited.
Finally, as the last student left the room, he turned to her and said, “Let’s walk down to my office, Cat.”
She dropped her head and only nodded her assent.
Once they got to the office, the confrontation was swift and predictable. Jack, standing beside Cat as she sat at his desk, presented his case. He showed her a copy of her paper containing highlighted passages that were plagiarized from the online reports. Cat, realizing she was caught, bowed her head as a tear rolled off her cheek dropped onto the lap of her skirt.
“I’m so sorry…” she whispered.
“Cat,” he replied shaking his head and walking around his desk to sit down, “What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t…” she replied as she took a ragged breath, “I got behind with my assignments and took a shortcut.”
“But Cat, you knew I used the software to check for plagiarism.”
“Yeah, I remember you telling us about it, but I forgot it. I was just not thinking clearly. I was behind and trying to just get through the semester.”
“You know I have to report this to the Honor Committee,” he sighed.
“Oh no!” she looked up in shock, “But I’ll be expelled!”
“Cat, you knew the rules going in,” he replied, “No cheating of any type.”
“Oh god! Oh no!” she sobbed, “My parents will be crushed. They have done so much to get the money to send me here. How will I ever face them?”
Jack handed her the box of tissues he kept handy for situations like this and waited as she sat with her head in her hands silently sobbing. He thought about how often a basically good kid had made a similar mistake and then suffered the consequences of expulsion from the college.
“Please Dr. Wilson,” Cat cried, “Isn’t there another way? I’ll do anything you ask.”
Jack sat quietly studying Cat as she sat at his desk. More than once he had singled her out for consideration beyond the usual male professor’s fantasy about fucking a young college girl in his class. Cat was no raving beauty by any stretch, but she did have a nice curvy body and exuded a quiet sexuality. Her legs were long and shapely with curved calves and full thighs. Her hips were broad and her ass curved out enticingly. There was a little baby fat belly that curved into full breasts which were topped by a cute face framed in long dark hair. As he sat and watched her compose herself, his interest in Cat changed from academic to erotic.
The fact was that while most people knew Jack as a somewhat low key, yet accomplished professor who commanded the respect of both his peers and his students, there was another side of him that no one at the college knew of. Dr. Jack Wilson, Professor of Psychology, respected academician, was also a devotee of BDSM.
And as such, he thought he knew the appropriate punishment for Catherine Robinson…A punishment that would prevent her from ever cheating again, would enable her to stay in school without any undue public embarrassment, and at the same time provide him with entertainment with this young woman as his plaything. He felt his penis stir in his trousers as he visualized Catherine Robinson placed at his disposal.
Shaking his head to clear the image from his mind, he turned his attention back to Catherine.
“You say you’ll do anything…” he stated flatly, leaving the words hanging.
“Yes, anything you ask,” she replied too quickly, only to correct herself, “Well, not anything…Not um, well, you know, sex or anything like that.”
“I’m not interested in sex Cat,” he stated sharply.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she blurted as she blushed red again, “I didn’t mean…Oh god I’m sorry!”
“What Betturkey I am speaking of is punishment,” he said as he stared at her.
“You mean like writing a theme or doing another paper?” she replied.
“Well, if you choose this route over the Honors Committee, you’ll re-write the paper and take an automatic 10% reduction in the grade before I start grading it. The re-written paper is due in this office by 5:30 PM tomorrow” he said.
“Yes sir,” She nodded eagerly, feeling a little relief.
But before her relief could settle he continued.
“But there will be an additional punishment…A real punishment.”
“You mean like a spanking?” she replied incredulously.
“Something like a spanking,” he replied.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Cat replied as she stared off into space over Jack’s shoulder. “I’ve never been spanked…Ever.”
“Well,” Jack sighed as he stood up, “I’ll just file the report and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll get it done today so you’ll know the results before final exams start.”
“No! Wait!” Cat blurted out in panic, “Can I think about it? I mean, I’ve just never…” Her voice trailed off as she began to sob again.
“Okay,” Jack said softly but firmly, “It’s 9:30 now. You have eight hours to think about your choices. If you choose to go before the committee, just e-mail me by 5:30 PM today and I’ll file the report. My e-mail address is on the course syllabus. If you choose to take the punishment, be back here at exactly 5:30 PM this afternoon and we will proceed. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” Cat nodded as she wiped her eyes and gathered her books.
She walked to the door and paused. “Thank you,” she said, “I don’t know what I am going to do, but I appreciate that you have given me a choice.”
He only nodded and she walked out. Almost as soon as the door closed, it reopened and she stuck her head back in the office.
“Um, if I return for punishment this afternoon, what should I wear?”
“The skirt and blouse you have on now will be fine,” he replied.
“Oh, okay. Thank you…” and she closed the door.
Jack stood at his office window and watched Cat as she walked down the street in front of the building.
“Her ass really is suited for it” he thought to himself, “I just hope she is desperate enough to come back.”
And then he turned, picked up his car keys and walked out to his car. He had grocery shopping to do.
Jack drove to a local Asian market and made his purchase, a large “hand” of fresh ginger and a small paring knife. He then proceeded to a hardware store where he purchased a length of soft, pliable rope. Then he went by his home to retrieve two items that would be helpful should Catherine decide to show up.
Finally, he returned to his office and locking the door, proceeded to cut the rope into lengths suitable for restraining a wriggling 19 year-old female.
He then sat for about an hour contemplating the potential consequences of his actions. What he was planning, while technically legal as long as he didn’t force Catherine to do anything, was clearly unethical. If he was caught or if his actions were ever revealed, he would be forced to leave the college and would probably be blackballed from teaching forever.
On the other hand, the force that drove his dominant personality was unrelenting. He had seen something in Cat that he felt was worth exploring and he was compelled to take the risk involved to see if his perception was accurate.
Eventually, he stood and went down to the Psychology Department central office. The department maintained soundproof testing rooms for research and training purposes. Jack knew that he needed somewhere to execute his plan that would be safe from prying eyes and ears. His suspicions that the rooms would be free late in the semester were confirmed and he calmly asked the departmental secretary to reserve one isolated room for his use for two hours that evening.
He then returned to his office and spent the afternoon grading the remainder of the research papers from the sophomore seminar. He found no more plagiarists.
The day moved much slower for Cat.
After her meeting with Dr. Wilson, she walked blindly across the campus to the student center. Her mind was awash with myriad thoughts that ranged from being caught cheating to the bizarre idea of being punished (Spanked?) by Dr. Wilson. Her underarms were damp and sticky and her heart raced in panic as she alternately considered the consequences of the Honors Committee versus the consequences of returning to Dr. Wilson’s office. She attempted to eat lunch but ate only half a sandwich before trudging off to the last two classes of the day, which she sat through as if in a trance.
It was only after she got back to her dorm room that she came to the blinding realization that if Dr. Wilson intended to spank her, the fact that he told her to wear a skirt meant that he probably intended to raise her skirt to spank her bottom. Her mouth went dry and her pulse pounded as she tried to imagine his Betturkey Giriş hand crashing onto her upturned bottom…Even if he allowed her to keep her panties on, the humiliation of such a situation was more than she could contemplate.
Eyes tearing, she pulled out the seminar syllabus, logged on to her college e-mail account and slowly typed in Dr. Wilson’s e-mail address. Then she profusely thanked him for giving her the choices she had but she would take her chances with the Honors Committee.
Then, before clicking on the “SEND” icon, she stood and walked to the window in her dorm room. She thought of the humiliation that would come with telling her parents of her cheating and of the humiliation her parents would suffer because of her foolishness. She wondered if she was expelled could she get into another university and she weighed all of that against 5 minutes over Dr. Wilson’s lap. Heaving a ragged sigh, she turned back to her computer, leaned over the keyboard, and clicked on “DELETE.”
At precisely 5:30 PM, Cat walked down the hall of the deserted classroom building and knocked on the office Jack’s office door. As he came to the door, he noticed that she had changed into a fresh skirt and blouse and from the scent of shampoo in her hair, he correctly assumed that she had taken a shower before leaving her room.
Instead of letting her in his office, he told her to follow him and together, silently, they walked to the elevator and went up to the 4th floor where he led her to the testing room he had reserved earlier that day. Cat walked in, followed by Jack. She jumped at the sound of the bolt being turned to lock the door.
Cat looked around…The room, about 15 feet square, was well lit and contained two straight-back oak chairs and a sturdy oak table. She noticed that there was a briefcase on the table and a large, seemingly full trash bag on the floor.
“Sit down please,” Jack said as he took a seat in one of the chairs.
“Okay…” she whispered.
“You’ve made your decision?” he asked pointedly.
“Y-yes sir,” she replied “I have.”
“And that decision is?”
“T-to take the p-punishment from you,” she stammered.
“You’ve decided to take the punishment I prescribe rather than have me report you to the Honors Committee for an academic integrity code violation?”
“Y-yes, s-sir…”
Little known to Cat was the fact that in the next room, state of the art equipment used to video/audio all testing sessions was recording all that was being said and done in the testing room. Jack felt that this feature would serve two purposes…It would show that Cat was entering into this agreement of her own will, thus possibly preventing an arrest for sexual assault and it would provide him viewing pleasure later on.
“You know that your punishment will be painful?”
She could only nod her head as tears welled in her eyes and rolled over her cheeks.
Okay,” he said, “Then let’s get started” and he stood up.
“Oh, g-god!” she whispered.
She dropped her head and nodded in resignation “Do I really have to take a spanking?”
“Who said anything about a spanking?” he replied, “I said punishment, not spanking.”
“B-but, isn’t spanking a punishment?” she stuttered, confused.
“It can be,” he replied, “But I have something different in mind for you.”
“D-different?” she stammered, “What do you mean ‘different’?”
“Just get undressed” he stated simply “and we’ll get started.”
“Un-undressed?!” she blurted, “You want me nude?”
“Yes,” he replied simply, “Nude.”
Catherine was no sexual novice. She had lost her virginity during her junior year in high school and had slept with several boys since then. But being nude with a lover and simply stripping off one’s clothing to stand in front of what amounted to a complete stranger were two different things. She was incredulous.
“B-but,” she stammered wringing her hands as her pulse roared in her ears, “I j-just d-don’t understand!”
“It simple,” he laughed as he spoke softly, yet firmly, “You stand up and remove your clothing. When you’re done, I’ll tell you what to do next.”
“O-oh god!” she stammered a whisper…And in her mind it was as if a switch was thrown…She knew she had to do what he said…Not because of the grade in the seminar…It was deeper than that….Much deeper…He was now in charge and she needed to be taken where he was leading her….It was her secret…Her perversion…She had felt it before in the presence of other forceful men…But she hadn’t really known…No one had known, until now… And somehow he had figured it out.
“W-where do y-you want me?” she whispered, still staring at her hands.
He stood and took her hand, guiding her into a standing position. Then he moved the table and one chair aside leaving a large space. Finally, he sat in the remaining chair and motioned her to a spot about four feet in front of him.
“Right here will be fine,” he said “But before we start I’m giving you one final chance Betturkey Güncel Giriş to leave.”
Her head jerked up and her eyes met his.
“No!” she said sharply, almost as if the thought caused panic, then dropping her eyes, “N-no…I-I’ll go through with it.”
“Okay,” he said simply, “anytime you’re ready.”
Her heart raced as she stood there, about to undress before a man she knew only as her professor. Not sure about where to begin, she kicked her flip-flops off. She paused to look into his eyes, but his even gaze unnerved her and she dropped her eyes to her hands, as they moved to the buttons on her blouse. Again she hesitated, and thinking that she might preserve her dignity a little longer, she reached behind her back to unzip her skirt…That way at least her shirttail would cover her a little longer. She was acutely aware of his watching her, yet she put her thumbs in her waist band and began to wiggle her ass slightly as she worked the skirt off her hips. As the material cleared the round protuberance of her ass she let it slip out of her hands and closed her eyes as it pooled around her ankles.
He shifted in his seat and adjusted his penis in his trousers as her thighs came into view. He realized that until this instant he had never paid much attention to her legs. He was pleased at what he saw. Her well muscled calves were topped by strong thighs, the inner surfaces of which seemed to brush one another at the top. He would have to wait for her blouse to come off to see for sure.
She glanced up only to meet his eyes. He was still sitting, looking interestedly, with that same steady gaze. Taking a deep breath, she began to unbutton her blouse and her heart raced as the last button cleared the button-hole and her blouse fell open. She arched her back as she removed the garment and heard him gasp in pleasure as her thinly covered breasts came into view.
The blood was rushing in her ears and she could see only a veil of pink in front of her eyes as she reached to unhook her bra. She wanted badly to stop, to dress and leave, but she knew instinctively that she was beyond self-control…To her, the only option was to get on with this and hope she made it through. Her fingers fumbled…Then finally she felt the familiar shape of the clasp…Aware that her posture caused her breasts to thrust toward him, she manipulated the clasp apart and then felt the slight sag of her breasts as the bra fell free.
Her next sensation was the sound of his sharp intake of breath as her nipples came into view…Dark, large pink paps surrounded by broad dark aureolae contrasted with the white skin of her breasts…Her nipples were erect and upturned as if needing to be sucked…She paused to look into his eyes and was frightened by the raw sensuality she saw there…
He anxiously awaited the removal of her panties.
Fearing that if she paused she would not be able to go on, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties She bent to push them down and then felt them fall as they loosened on her thighs…They puddled at her feet and she, still staring at the floor, stepped out of the leg holes…The she straightened and face him…Nude. ..He was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn’t shaved her pubic hair, an apparently common practice among young girls that in his eye robbed them of their womanhood and presented them a bald as the day they were born. In his mind, mature women should have pubic hair.
Before she could settle into a posture, he stood and was looking deep into her eyes said, “Put your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together.”
Although she wanted badly to cover herself with her hands she wavered only a second before doing as he told her. As she laced her fingers behind her neck she immediately recognized that this posture raised her breasts in such a manner so as to thrust the nipples up and make them most prominent. Still standing in front of her, he noticed that her legs remained tightly clipped together as if to protect what lay between them.
“You need to move you feet apart” he said simply as he stared into her eyes.
“Why?” she asked, her eyes pleading with his not to make her expose herself any more.
“Because,” he said shrugging his shoulders, “I can’t see you pussy.”
Immediately she dropped her gaze to the floor and felt a blush rise up her neck. At that moment she knew that he had no intention of leaving even a shred of her dignity intact. At that realization she slipped her feet apart slightly, hoping to appease him.
“That won’t do” he stated flatly and moving his foot between hers, he forced her to slide her feet almost three feet apart…So much so that she could feel cool air brush the lips of her pussy. She dropped her chin to her chest, looking straight at the floor, but he didn’t like her posture.
“Hold your head up Cat,” he admonished, “Tuck you butt in and straighten your shoulders. I want to see those tits stand up and that pussy thrust forward.”
She reluctantly positioned herself as he instructed, tightening her ass cheeks and thrusting her pelvis forward…Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. Again she blushed as she saw him staring at her intently, his eyes raking her nude body pausing to examine her erect nipples and then to move down to the darkness of her pubis.
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