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Professor’s Punishment

  • Posted on April 21, 2010 at 12:55 am

Professor’s Punishment
by Mistress Twilight

Daniel was nervous as he walked toward his professor’s office. At the end of class his professor had called him to her desk. Theresa, his professor, had not looked happy. With a stern voice she told him, “Stop by my office when you’re done with classes today”.

After his last class Daniel immediately went to his professor’s office. He could sense he was in trouble and he knew better than to be late. As soon as he walked into the room he noticed a large stack of exam papers. Theresa gestured to a chair. As he sat down Daniel recognized the stack as student papers he had graded earlier in the week. His professor looked down at them and sighed.

Looking up she told him, “I’m afraid I can’t give you extra credit for grading these papers.”

Daniel instantly felt nervous. He had to get extra credit or else his grade would be too low to maintain his GPA. “But why? You know I need this extra credit to maintain an A in your class!”

“I’d be happy to give you credit if you actually took the time to read and grade the essays.” Theresa folded her hands and looked at him over the top of her glasses.

He tried to hide his nervousness. But his voice quivered as he asked “What do you mean? I graded them all, honest.”

Theresa gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Oh, you graded them, there’s no doubt about that. But I wanted you to actually read the essays and assign each with a grade that reflected the individual’s effort. It’s obvious you just wrote down a grade on these.” She gestured to the stack of papers in front of her. “And I won’t give extra credit for that.”

Daniel bit his lip and wondered what to do. Theresa was right-he hadn’t read each essay from start to finish. But he had read a bit from each essay before giving a grade. He took a deep breath and tried to explain.

“I did read the essays Professor, I really did. Maybe I rushed through reading them but the grades I gave reflect the quality of the writing. Really!”

Theresa arched an eyebrow and looked doubtful. “Oh really? So the papers you gave A’s to deserved them and so on?”

Daniel thought carefully about how to reply. Maybe admitting his mistakes would get him out of trouble. He leaned forward and eagerly agreed. “Yes, you’re right. I should have read each thoroughly. But I’ve been so busy with my classes I only had time to skim them. But I know I graded them fairly.”

“Fairly? Fairly! Oh, I don’t think so.” Theresa picked up the top essay. You gave an A to this essay about Zeus yet the student spelled it Z-e-s throughout the entire paper! Do you really think this deserves an B+?”

“Umm, well, it was a good essay. Maybe it should be an B-?”

“If you’re going to keep lying and pretend you actually graded these essays fairly you can forget your own A in my class.” Theresa waved her hand to dismiss him from her office.

“Professor no! I need to get an A! Please! Let me regrade the papers. I promise to read each one, every page!” Daniel hated begging but he was desperate.

Theresa looked down at him and frowned. “I’ve been giving you extra credit for being my assistant this semester. And this is how you reward me?”

Daniel bit his lip with nervousness. His class grade and GPA were at risk. Swallowing his pride, he started begging in earnest.

“Professor, please. You know I need this A. I’ll do anything to keep it! Please. I swear, anything you want I’ll do it.”

Theresa arched an eyebrow and slowly sat down. “Anything?” she said suggestively.

The tone in her voice made Daniel both nervous and excited. Sleeping with a professor could get them both kicked out of school. But the risk and reward were too tantalizing to resist.

Daniel looked his professor in the eyes. “Yes. I said I’d do anything and I meant it.” He stood up and started unbuttoning his jeans.

“What are you doing?” Theresa’s asked in a surprised voice.

Daniel panicked. “I thought you wanted me to do this! I thought you wanted…” His voice broke off. Had he just made things worse for himself?

“First you shirk your duties, then you lie about it and now you’re trying to use sexual favors in a shameless attempt to sway my decision.” The anger had returned to Theresa’s voice.

“Professor, no, that’s not what I-”

“Oh really, then why is there a bulge in your pants?”

Daniel couldn’t lie. His cock was hard and practically bursting through his jeans. Instead he hung his head and apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh you will be. You need to be disciplined. You can continue stripping.”

Daniel’s head snapped back up. “What?”

“You heard me. Take off your clothes. You need to be punished for laziness, lying and attempted bribery.”

Daniel knew he was not in any position to argue. Wordlessly he disrobed, feeling his professor’s eyes on his body.

When he was naked, Theresa stepped closer and bent Daniel over her desk.

“Professor?” Daniel’s heart was racing. What was going on?

“You have been behaving like an irresponsible brat. That is no way for a teacher’s assistant to act. Good assistants get rewarded but brats get punished.”

Smack! Theresa smacked her hand down on Daniel’s bare bottom. Instinctively, Daniel yelped and then felt his hair being pulled.

“Quiet! We’re still in my office. If you keep making noise I will gag you.”

“Yes ma’am.” Daniel closed his mouth then, determined to keep quiet.

But Theresa’s smacks become harder. She smacked each cheek, going back and forth until his bottom was bright red. How could her petite hand hurt so much?

“Now, I want you to regrade this Zeus paper.” Theresa placed the paper in front of him. Daniel tried to stand up but Theresa held him in place.

“Before I send you home to grade the rest I want to be assured you’ll do it right. Start reading.”

Daniel did as he was told. As he was reading Theresa started smacking his bottom again. Her slaps were slower now, but harder. She occasionally quizzed him about the paper, asking what was wrong grammatically or about errors in the writer’s logic.

Daniel’s bottom was stinging horribly by the time he was done. “So, what grade do you think this paper really deserves?” There was a wicked tone in Theresa’s voice.

“A C-?” Daniel asked hopefully.

“That seems fair.” Theresa grabbed something from her bookshelf. “And how many more swats do you think you deserve?”

This question made him moan slightly, in spite of himself. Daniel’s whole body shook. He hoped Theresa couldn’t tell how hard he had become during the spanking. He was humiliated but was so turned on he could hardly breathe.

“Twenty more ma’am?” He honestly didn’t think his ass could take much more. It was stinging horribly and he knew he’d have trouble sitting down that night.

“That seems fair.” Then Theresa leaned in and whispered in his ear, “However, all twenty will be given with my cane. I want this to be a firm punishment, not just something that makes you hard.”

Then Theresa slid her hand up Daniel’s thigh. Her fingernails tickled his balls then wrapped themselves around his cock. “I know you want me Daniel. But you’re going to have to earn it first.”

This made him moan again. Every time Theresa wore a short skirt to class Daniel would be jerking off to the image as soon as he got back to his dorm room. How could she have known?

Her soft fingers released him and grabbed the cane. Theresa made him count every stroke. Each wisp of the rod made his body tense. His voice shook as he counted. The cane bit hard, striking his ass and upper thighs.

After she finished Daniel collapsed against the desk, breathing hard, murmuring promises to do better next time.

This brought his professor to his ear again. “Oh you will do better. I expect you to regrade these papers, giving them the proper grades they deserve. If you do not you will be punished again. She placed her hand on his bottom and rubbed it lightly.

“Now as for this,” Theresa slid her hand between his legs again and caressed his cock lightly. “When you have earned a reward, you will receive it. But that is something for me to decide. You are in no position to induce bribes. Understand?” Without hesitation Daniel moaned a yes. Instinctively he arched his bottom higher in the air, hoping to be stroked more.

Theresa laughed and pulled away. “For now I expect you to get dressed and head back to your dorm. You have a lot of work ahead of you tonight. These papers will be regraded and on my desk by tomorrow morning.”

Daniel silently nodded and began to dress. He could not stop his hands from shaking. He gathered up the papers and turned to leave. Impulsively he turned around and met Theresa’s eyes.

“Thank you Professor for giving me a second chance.”

Theresa smiled. “Don’t worry my dear. I’ll make sure you earn it.”

Cutting Corners

  • Posted on August 1, 2009 at 10:46 pm

Lindsay’s bottom still ached from the discipline spanking she had received before bedtime. It was early morning and she was puttering around the kitchen making breakfast for her Mistress. Her thoughts kept straying to last night’s punishment.

She had been lazy and neglected her chores. They did get done-laundry was washed, floors were scrubbed-but the little details were missing. She didn’t fold Mistress’ laundry so neatly. The panties weren’t stacked precisely in the drawer. The cabinets were shiny but the top shelves were still dusty.

Lindsay was aware she was cutting corners. While she enjoyed being a slave, summer was approaching and she longed for more time to be outside, chatting and lounging with her friends. Most of them were slaves as well. She was feeling a little jealous that her Mistress Vera didn’t give her as much free time as the others had.

Over the last few weeks she had started skipping the details of her chores. Why grind the pepper when she could just buy some already in a shaker? Why dust the top of the fan blades when they were only a few inches below the ceiling? Skipping these, in her mind, pointless details Lindsay was able to have an hour, sometimes two, more free time every day.

At first she was extremely cautious. She carefully picked what chores to ignore. She started skipping the little tasks that her Mistress Vera would never notice, like throwing the pantyhose in with the rest of the wash instead of hand washing them.

Saving a few minutes a day wasn’t enough for Lindsay. Soon she began to get greedy and became lazier. Her Mistress didn’t seem to notice her carelessness. Perhaps she noticed and didn’t care, Lindsay justified to herself.

She did notice and she did care. She was serving Mistress Vera dinner when she began questioning her.

“I stopped in your room this afternoon. Why wasn’t your bed made?”

Lindsay froze. She did not stop in her room often. Why should she visit her there when she was at her beck and call? When she did visit her room it was for a cleanliness inspection but these always occurred at the end of the week. As a result, Lindsay had decided making her bed was only necessary on inspection days.

“Why did you stop in? Were you looking for me? I was cleaning the library this afternoon.”

Mistress Vera did not answer and turned her attention to dinner. Her silence made Lindsay break out into a cold sweat. How messy was her room? Surely not that bad, she thought, although a sense of dread overtook her.

“Since when do I have to explain where I go in my own house?” Her voice was soft. Lindsay knew that tone. The flatness of her voice and the even spacing of her words told her that Mistress was very angry. If s yelled she knew punishment was coming but it wouldn’t be too severe. She blew off steam by chastising her. But a quiet voice? That meant a harsh spanking was coming. Lindsay bit her lip in worry.

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I must have forgotten Mistress.”

“Oh? Well, perhaps there is some reason for your forgetfulness because you have forgotten to make your bed for the past five days.”

Lindsay swallowed hard. There was no excuse for such misbehavior and she would be punished worse for making up one. She stood by the dinner table, head bowed.

“You have also forgotten simple maintenance of your room. Today alone I found seven articles of dirty clothing strewn about your room, makeup cases open and left out, a hairbrush full of hair and some reading material I did not authorize.”

At the mention of this last item Lindsay’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped. A messy bedroom would surely merit a spanking but if she had found the porn magazines her friend Suzie had loaned her…It was too terrifying a thought to finish.

“These past two weeks there has been a most unpleasant change in you Lindsay. You have become more and more careless with your chores. A simple peek in the laundry hamper brought to my attention you haven’t been hand washing my pantyhose.”

“But Mistress-“

“No Lindsay. You cannot excuse your laziness. Washing machines snag lingerie. There are reasons I give you rules. But apparently you’ve been disregarding many of them.”

“I’m sorry-“

“You should be sorry. Fulfilling your duties and following orders shows your commitment to me. In addition to your lackadaisical housekeeping you have been hiding smut in your room.”

Lindsay’s eyes dropped to the floor. She had hidden them under her mattress, sure her Mistress would never find them. But if she were upset by the state of her untidy room she would have done a thorough inspection.

Mistress Vera loved chastity and only let Lindsay have a release in her presence. Sneaking the porn into the house had excited her. Looking at the pictures while secretly masturbating had excited her even more. But now Lindsay knew she was really in trouble.

“You will go straight to your room and tidy up your mess. Afterwards you will make a list of all the chores you have done half heartedly or have neglected altogether. When that is completed you will bring the list and the smut downstairs to the study. “

“Mistress-“

“You are dismissed.”

It was not possible to say more. Mistress Vera had given her orders and dismissed her from the room. Lindsay stifled a sob and left the dining room, tears rolling down her cheeks.

As she entered her room she saw it in a new light. To her it just seemed a bit untidy, but to her Mistress I must have looked horrible. She dashed around the room cleaning as quickly as she could.

The porn magazines were the only things that didn’t need tidying. They were stacked neatly on her bed. One look at them reminded her of how much trouble she had gotten herself into.

The only thing to do was to confess everything. There was no way of knowing how much her Mistress knew. It was better to be confess now rather than be caught in more deception later.

Lindsay hadn’t thought she was being lazy. In her mind she was just taking shortcuts. But as the list spread to two pages and then to three, her heart sank. She was being more than lazy; she was being negligent to her slave duties.

She finished the list and reviewed each item. Had she really been that neglectful? Indeed she had. She resigned herself to the fact, gathered up the list and magazines and headed downstairs to the study.

Mistress Vera was sitting at her desk, waiting for her. Lindsay sat the magazines on the desk and held out the list with a shaking hand. She remained standing, head bowed, arms at her sides. As her Mistress silently read the lengthy list of misdeeds, she blinked rapidly trying to fight back guilty tears.

Mistress Vera silently laid the list aside and flipped through the porn for several minutes.

“How long have you been masturbating to these magazines?”

The question was so sudden Lindsay answered instinctively.

“For the past four nights.”

“Don’t you think it’s naughty to sneak this porn into the house and then masturbate without permission in your room?”

Lindsay’s head drooped lower. When she spoke her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Sit down in the chair and show me what you’ve been doing in your bedroom.”

“Excuse me, Mistress?”

Lindsay’s head snapped up, her eyes widening with shock.

“I want to see what pleasure was worth the punishment I’m going to give you.”

Their eyes locked. Lindsay felt herself moving backwards. Her legs hit the chair and she sank down into it, her knees suddenly weak.

“Lift up your dress and remove your panties. You will show me exactly what you’ve been doing these last few nights.”

Her body moved automatically to her commands. When she spread her legs and felt her pussy she was surprised at how wet she had become.

Masturbating in front of her Mistress was always a sweet mixture of humiliation and pleasure. Her body trembled in anticipation of the coming spanking. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she came on her fingers.

After her moans subsided, the room seemed quieter than before. Mistress Vera was silent for a long while, her eyes staring into Lindsay’s. Finally she spoke.

“What is my rule regarding masturbation?”

Lindsay began to sit up and close her legs. Mistress’ gaze stopped her.

“I’m only to masturbate with your permission Mistress.”

“And what is my rule regarding reading material?”

“All reading material must first be approved by you Mistress.”

“Then these two infractions must be added to your list.” She wrote the two items on the last page. “I had told you to bring me a complete list of the rules you had outright broken or neglected. You did not even follow that command fully.” Again she added to the list. Lindsay knew not to argue.

“Stand up and assume the position.”

In the study ‘assume the position’ meant only one thing. Lindsay quickly stood up, undressed completely and then bent over the desk.

Her Mistress stood up and walked around the desk slowly. From the corner she picked up the punishment paddle. It was a round leather paddle with a wood handle. Though Lindsay had felt it many times before, this paddle always made her gasp in pain.

Lindsay braced herself for the spanking. Mistress Vera brought her arm down quick, smacking Lindsay’s bare bottom. Over and over the paddle came down, each time reddening her cheeks more. The smack of the leather paddle made her whole body shake. But even though the paddle stung horribly Lindsay couldn’t ignore that her pussy was more wet now than it had been in the chair before.

Finally, the spanking stopped. Lindsay panted for breath. She was sure her punishment was over but she knew better than to move without permission.

But Mistress Vera wasn’t finished. She walked over to the umbrella stand in the corner. Lindsay bit back a groan. The stand didn’t hold umbrella-it held canes.

Walking back towards the desk Mistress Vera whipped the cane through the air. Lindsay shivered; the cane was the hardest punishment for her to take. Her Mistress picked up her list and started reading it aloud. After every neglected task Mistress Vera gave her a cane stroke. Without prompting Lindsay thanked her each time. She knew she deserved each one.

Afterward she sincerely kissed the cane. Mistress Vera gave her permission to dress and then sent her off to bed. Her entire body ached as she walked up the stairs. She was exhausted yet felt lighthearted. Lindsay hated being punished but knew that it would make her a better slave for her Mistress.

Though she thought about the punishments the night before, Lindsay did not let herself become distracted from her morning duties. She diligently prepared breakfast, not skipping a single detail. As she carried the breakfast tray upstairs to Mistress Vera’s bedroom Lindsay felt recommitted to her servitude. She would not cut corners again.

Caned For Lunch

  • Posted on May 17, 2009 at 9:28 pm

Caned For Lunch
by Mistress Twilight

Jack was alone in his office for lunch. He had locked the door, closed the blinds and told his secretary to hold his all his calls. He was not to be disturbed.

He leaned back in his chair while he downloaded some of his favorite porn pics. His favorite picture was of a red haired woman getting a hard over the knee spanking from her boyfriend.

Watching that chick’s tight ass getting redder and redder was getting Jack extremely hot. Within minutes, he had whipped out his cock and was stroking it rhythmically. He stretched back in his chair and was pumping his hand furiously when his door unexpectedly opened.

His girlfriend Daria walked in and locked the door behind him. He tried to hide what he was doing but her smirk told him she knew exactly what was going on.

She quickly walked around his desk and grabbed his hand off the mouse before he could close out the window. “You were supposed to call me you know.” She looked at his screen and her eyes grew wide.

“We were supposed to go out to lunch together today. But instead you’re sitting her looking at very naughty photos.”

Jack tried to stuff his cock back in his trousers but it was no use. It was too hard to get back into his pants. He was caught and was at her mercy.

Daria looked back at the photo on his monitor. “Hey! That woman getting spanked looks like me!”

Jack gulped. There was no denying it. This was exactly the reason the photos got him so hot. He tried to laugh. “Well, now we know what it would look like if the tables were turned.”

She arched an eyebrow and stared him down. “Funny. But don’t think I’m going to let this slide.”

“What do you mean? Let’s just forget about this and go out to lunch.” He knew it was hopeless to try to get out of being punished. But he had to try.

Daria got up and walked around his office. “There must be something around here that I can punish you with.” Her eyes lingered over one of the blinds.

“And I know just the thing.” She climbed onto the chair and grabbed at the stick that opened the shades. Taking the stick off the hook she stepped back to the floor.

As Daria started walking back to his desk she started smacking it into her hand. This made Jack extremely nervous because it sounded just like a cane. He licked his lips and tried another tactic with her.

“Honey, I’m sorry. You know I feel bad for not calling. We’ll go out anywhere. I’ll take you too your favorite restaurant downtown.”

She smiled. “I think that sounds like a great idea. And we’ll do that as soon as I’m finishing caning you.”

He stood up suddenly. “What?!”

“You heard me. Now take off your pants or I’ll double your punishment.”

Jack knew it was better not to argue when she used that tone. As he was taking off his trousers, she walked over to his computer and clicked on another picture from the porn site.

“You’re going to look at this picture while you take your punishment. I want to make sure you don’t stand me up again.”

She bent him over then and he was looking right at a picture of a red haired woman giving a harsh spanking to a man. Daria chuckled then. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.

“Now your secretary is just outside. This cane is pretty quiet so she won’t hear me punishing you. But you better be careful not to yelp. We wouldn’t want her to think I was in here punishing my naughty boyfriend now would we?”

A rush of excitement made Jack shiver. He groaned softly.

“Now Jack, you were supposed to call me at noon. So to punish you, I’m going to give you twelve cane strokes.” He nodded and braced himself for the first stroke.

Daria whipped her arm back and brought the cane down hard across his ass. Jack started to yelp and then clamped his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted was for his secretary to hear him getting punished.

Again and again the cane came down. Lines a delicious pain streaked across his bottom. After every couple of strikes Daria scratched her fingernails over his sensitive skin. Jack bit his lip to keep from moaning. The stinging pain mingled with pleasure every time she brought down her cane. The twelfth stroke was the hardest and Jack couldn’t stop a quick yelp from escaping his lips.

After rubbing his reddened bottom, Daria stepped back to admire her work. Jack sucked in his breath as she raked her fingernails over his now tender ass. He could hear the pleasure in her voice as she told him to get dressed.

Daria smirked while he pulled on his pants. Then she turned unexpectedly and walked away from him. He hurriedly buttoned his shirt as she opened his office door. She told his secretary they were going to lunch. The two women exchanged suspicious smiles and Jack hoped she hadn’t heard him getting disciplined.

They went out to Daria’s favorite restaurant. All through the meal he squirmed in his chair. He could feel each stroke throbbing. Daria looked very pleased with herself. She smiled and told him that she was confident he wouldn’t stand her up again. Jack couldn’t agree more.