Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination (12 page)

Heather was taken aback, “Yes, fine. Mister…what shall I call you?” she asked respectfully.

“You may call me Professor,” he said, then continued, “Your problem is you lack any self-discipline. In such cases, you must acquire discipline from an outside source. That is my function. I will see to it that you study properly and that your grades improve. I am not part of the college faculty, I operate independently. My methods are simple but well proven. You will visit me at the frequency I require and during our visits you will you will be spanked. Is that clear to you, Heather?”

She didn’t know what to say. His ad said corporal discipline and she assumed it would mean something physical but she somehow hoped it would be easy.
 

“I guess it’s clear. So, like, you would spank me on my jeans, or what?” she asked, trying to sound businesslike and not frightened.

“No, not on your jeans, Heather. It will be on your bare behind. And it won’t always be with my hand. It might be a paddle or leather belt or another implement I deem necessary,” he informed her.

Heather wasn’t sure he was serious. His proposal sounded so bold it took her by surprise.
 

“So, you would see my bare ass and spank it with your hand or a belt? Are you serious? That’s how this works?”

The Professor sighed audibly, “First of all, how this works, to use your phrase, is that you will become both disciplined and motivated to improve your grades. That really is the only matter with which you need be concerned, as it is the objective you seek. Secondly, in order for it to work you must have a sense of dread in the alternative to improving yourself. In this case, you will dread our discipline sessions. To ensure that you dread them they need to be, shall we say, uncomfortable to you. And they need to be both physically uncomfortable and emotionally uncomfortable.
 
Do you follow that so far?”

“Yes, Professor,” she answered.

“Fine. Then you will understand that to make you emotionally uncomfortable you will not only expose your bottom to view, you will be completely naked during your discipline. The more that embarrasses you, the better. To ensure you are physically uncomfortable you will be spanked or strapped quite hard. You can expect to have temporary marks on your behind and to be quite sore, I assure you. Is that clear to you, Heather?”

“Yes, Professor, it is. I just didn’t expect this to be exactly how you would help me,” she said.

“If you want drastic changes in the outcome of your grades you have to make drastic changes in what you do to achieve those grades. Partying and socializing haven’t helped you and they remain unlikely to help you. Strict discipline is obviously what you need.”
 

The Professor paused to let his words sink in, then informed her of something she didn’t consider. “You haven’t asked me what this service will cost,” he said.

Heather responded out of common reflex, “Honestly, I’m broke. I barely have money for food these days and if I lose my tuition assistance I’m sunk. I really have no way to pay you.”

“You will pay me with your mouth.” The room went totally silent.

“W…what? How?” stammered Heather.

“You heard me. It told you I was not affiliated with the college. I am also not doing this for the good of my health. I offer students in your position an important and valuable service and I am paid for it. You will pay me with your mouth. You will perform oral sex on me when I ask you to. You may make use of my services for as much or as little time as you choose but you will always pay for my time and attention by satisfying me with fellatio.”

Heather blushed and continued to stammer, “I…I don’t. I don’t know if I can do that.”

“I’m sure you’ve had several boyfriends by this point in your life, correct?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“And you’ve performed oral sex on all or most of them, correct?” he asked in a matter of fact tone.

“Well, I suppose so,” she equivocated.

“Then the task is nothing new to you. It’s a form of payment you can make and can afford.”

Heather was very nervous about making the commitment. “I don’t know. It seems like I shouldn’t be doing this. And it’s like I get a whipping, which is going to hurt and then I have to do something to give you pleasure. You get everything and I don’t get anything.”

“That’s not correct. You are going to get improved grades. Tell me, what happens if you fail this semester?” he asked.

“Well, I will lose my financial aid package, and…I guess I’d have to drop out of college,” said Heather.

“And then where would you live?” he asked.

“I suppose I’d move back home with my parents,” she replied.

“So, your alternative to my offer of assistance is to fail your semester, drop out of college, move back in with your parents at the age of twenty, try to find a job in this bad economy and start paying back your student loans right away? Is that it? Is that what you’d sooner do than receive regular discipline that costs you zero money and ensures your grades will improve and that you can graduate college with your financial aid in effect?”
 

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?”