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up and down the soft white flesh of her inner thigh.
I let the ruler snap inwards, making little bite lines
where the edge of the ruler left tiny little welts.
With a weird detachment, I set myself to decorating
her inner thigh with a pattern of consistency, paying
no mind to her pleas and cries and promises.
Okay, I said. Time for the other leg.
I stood her up and flipped her over my other
knee. It felt awkward spanking with the wrong
hand, but I caught on after a few tries. Again, I
welted that inner flesh with determination. She
screeched and kicked her free leg and cried.
When I was done, I stood her up once more and
put her across my knee the right way. I ran my
hand on the top of her legs. Okay, we just need to
turn this a nice shade of red, and then we re going
to blister your bottom good, to finish you off. I felt
like I was in the lecture hall. Any questions?
She shook her head and whimpered.
The whimper sounded much more real than her
crying had, so I sighed. Amy, why do you think
I m doing this?
Because I inconvenienced you?
I was about to correct her, but I supposed she
was partially right. Yes, that, but mostly because
you need to learn some discipline. You don t want
to throw away your talent by skating by. You re
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incredibly smart, but not everyone is going to let
you get away with being as late as you please,
whenever you feel like it. I snapped the ruler
down hard. I hope this teaches you to do your
work when you need to, and not just when the
mood strikes you.
And that s when I started using the ruler for
real. I welted both cheeks, top to bottom, and even
did a number on her legs. She cried for real, and I
didn t stop. I used her cries as a conductor for my
hand, letting them guide me into smacking harder,
giving her a break, and finally pushing her over the
edge into real, repentant sobs.
She was still sobbing when Professor Adams
walked in. He ambled over to her side, and
adjusted his glasses so he could peer down at her
bottom.
Nicely welted, he observed. What grade do
you think you deserve, Amy?
I don t know, she sobbed. She covered her
face with both hands, precariously dangling over my
lap.
Hmmm, Professor Adams said. Your work is
an A, he paused to pat her naked butt, stopping to
run his hands over her welts. But your timeliness
and behavior is an F. He used the tip of his finger
to poke her butt cheek up, and study the welts I d
given her between her leg and thigh. How about a
C for the course?
But then I ll never graduate summa cum
laude!
He laughed. You expected to? You re in the
running, with this kind of behavior?
She nodded miserably.
He seemed to chew on that possibility. I ll tell
you what. Take my class next semester on the
Shakespeare Tragedies, and if you turn in your
papers on time and earn an A, then I will change
this course grade to an A.
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I could sense her pouting, even though I
couldn t see it. Evidently, she decided that this was
the best offer she was going to get. All right, all
right. Then, as if it hurt coming through her teeth,
Thank you, Professor Adams.
The door clicked shut once again after the
professor left. I turned my attention back to the
welted butt over my lap. It looked like I d done a
good and thorough job, with not a bit of skin left
untouched and white.
No thanks for me?
She ground her teeth and growled under her
breath. Thank you, she finally managed.
I m not going to protect you from him next
semester, I warned, as I helped her up off my lap.
She stood before me looking awkward, so I reached
forward and tugged up her panties. I smoothed
down her skirt, and then turned her around.
I gave her a good smack to set her on her way.
She blushed red, I guess realizing the indignity of
what she d just been through, now that the pain
was fading. I think this lesson has been
memorable enough to last me for the rest of my
life, thank you very much.
I smiled broadly. You re welcome.
I never spanked her again, and, in fact, never
saw her again. I was transferred to Professor
Williams. I did receive a card a year and a half
later, announcing that she d be graduating summa
cum laude. Thank you, was all that was
handwritten on it, and I sent one back saying the
same thing.
I don t know if she knew what for, but she
awakened in me a life-long love affair with the
female bottom. It only took me a few more years
to find the love of my life. I spank her every Friday,
and take her out every Saturday.
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And although I still teach, I no longer grade
papers. That s my teaching assistant s job.
After all, I m a one-woman kind of spanker.
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up and down the soft white flesh of her inner thigh.
I let the ruler snap inwards, making little bite lines
where the edge of the ruler left tiny little welts.
With a weird detachment, I set myself to decorating
her inner thigh with a pattern of consistency, paying
no mind to her pleas and cries and promises.
Okay, I said. Time for the other leg.
I stood her up and flipped her over my other
knee. It felt awkward spanking with the wrong
hand, but I caught on after a few tries. Again, I
welted that inner flesh with determination. She
screeched and kicked her free leg and cried.
When I was done, I stood her up once more and
put her across my knee the right way. I ran my
hand on the top of her legs. Okay, we just need to
turn this a nice shade of red, and then we re going
to blister your bottom good, to finish you off. I felt
like I was in the lecture hall. Any questions?
She shook her head and whimpered.
The whimper sounded much more real than her
crying had, so I sighed. Amy, why do you think
I m doing this?
Because I inconvenienced you?
I was about to correct her, but I supposed she
was partially right. Yes, that, but mostly because
you need to learn some discipline. You don t want
to throw away your talent by skating by. You re
86
incredibly smart, but not everyone is going to let
you get away with being as late as you please,
whenever you feel like it. I snapped the ruler
down hard. I hope this teaches you to do your
work when you need to, and not just when the
mood strikes you.
And that s when I started using the ruler for
real. I welted both cheeks, top to bottom, and even
did a number on her legs. She cried for real, and I
didn t stop. I used her cries as a conductor for my
hand, letting them guide me into smacking harder,
giving her a break, and finally pushing her over the
edge into real, repentant sobs.
She was still sobbing when Professor Adams
walked in. He ambled over to her side, and
adjusted his glasses so he could peer down at her
bottom.
Nicely welted, he observed. What grade do
you think you deserve, Amy?
I don t know, she sobbed. She covered her
face with both hands, precariously dangling over my
lap.
Hmmm, Professor Adams said. Your work is
an A, he paused to pat her naked butt, stopping to
run his hands over her welts. But your timeliness
and behavior is an F. He used the tip of his finger
to poke her butt cheek up, and study the welts I d
given her between her leg and thigh. How about a
C for the course?
But then I ll never graduate summa cum
laude!
He laughed. You expected to? You re in the
running, with this kind of behavior?
She nodded miserably.
He seemed to chew on that possibility. I ll tell
you what. Take my class next semester on the
Shakespeare Tragedies, and if you turn in your
papers on time and earn an A, then I will change
this course grade to an A.
87
I could sense her pouting, even though I
couldn t see it. Evidently, she decided that this was
the best offer she was going to get. All right, all
right. Then, as if it hurt coming through her teeth,
Thank you, Professor Adams.
The door clicked shut once again after the
professor left. I turned my attention back to the
welted butt over my lap. It looked like I d done a
good and thorough job, with not a bit of skin left
untouched and white.
No thanks for me?
She ground her teeth and growled under her
breath. Thank you, she finally managed.
I m not going to protect you from him next
semester, I warned, as I helped her up off my lap.
She stood before me looking awkward, so I reached
forward and tugged up her panties. I smoothed
down her skirt, and then turned her around.
I gave her a good smack to set her on her way.
She blushed red, I guess realizing the indignity of
what she d just been through, now that the pain
was fading. I think this lesson has been
memorable enough to last me for the rest of my
life, thank you very much.
I smiled broadly. You re welcome.
I never spanked her again, and, in fact, never
saw her again. I was transferred to Professor
Williams. I did receive a card a year and a half
later, announcing that she d be graduating summa
cum laude. Thank you, was all that was
handwritten on it, and I sent one back saying the
same thing.
I don t know if she knew what for, but she
awakened in me a life-long love affair with the
female bottom. It only took me a few more years
to find the love of my life. I spank her every Friday,
and take her out every Saturday.
88
And although I still teach, I no longer grade
papers. That s my teaching assistant s job.
After all, I m a one-woman kind of spanker.
89
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