Summer Spanks: Last Flings & Lessons Learned
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The Professor and the Dean
Salt air ruffled through Amelia’s sun bleached locks as she greedily soaked up the last of the day’s rays. Breathing a deep sigh of resignation as the sun bid its nightly adieu dropping behind the horizon; she gathered her belongings reluctant to leave her time in paradise. A professor at Saint Mary’s University in California, school started tomorrow, and she wasn’t ready to let go of the carefree days of the summer months.
The eagerness that had consumed her in the early years of teaching had not shown itself so far to prep her for the coming days of classes, PowerPoint’s, and students. Slipping into her car she drove along the rock lined road toward her home in the city. Tomorrow was going to come early, too early.
Amelia counted down the minutes of each day as the first week of school crawled by. So far the routine of the school year eluded her. Eager students filled her classroom ready to learn from the famed English professor. At the young age of twenty six, nine years earlier, she had topped the best seller list with the novel she had written straight out of college with stars in her eyes and romance in her veins. Whatever they expected when enrolling in her class they clearly were not getting it. Disgruntled whispers echoed off the walls as she turned her class over to her assistant for the third time that week. She turned to gaze out the window, losing herself to daydreams of all that she would rather be doing, as the assistant droned on.
At the end of the day, just as she was packing her briefcase to leave for the day, Dean Warwick strode purposefully into her classroom. “Professor Dunn,” his voice came out crisp and succinct, “I would like to see you in my office before you leave for the day.” His gray eyes pierced her with a look that broached no argument.
“I’ll be right there sir.” She replied in confusion. Furrowing her brow she racked her brain considering what the Dean might want to talk to her about. It was unusual that he would choose to speak to her one on one. He was known for keeping all important business strictly to faculty meetings once a month. Unnerved, she stuffed essay papers into her briefcase and hurried after him.
She walked tentatively into Dean Warwick’s large office taking in the dark mahogany furniture and masculine décor’. A line of paddles in varying sizes lined one of the walls; a lone leather tawse hung among them. She swallowed audibly as nervousness came suddenly over her. Reminding herself that those were for the students not faculty, she gave herself a shake turning her attention to the dean. Dressed in a fitted light gray suit that matched his eyes, Dean Warwick was good looking in a way that was almost intimidating. His sharp eyes looking upon her made her feel like he could see right through her in the most unsettling way. She squirmed under his steady gaze.
“Please close the door and take a seat,” he instructed gesturing to the chair directly in front of his desk. She did what he asked smoothing her black pencil skirt as she sat.
“Ms. Dunn, do you value your job?”
“Ye-Yes, sir, of course I do.” Jolted by his question she stammered.
“Unfortunately, your performance this week does not indicate that you do.” He admonished bluntly. “I have seen three separate complaints that you have come to class unprepared and your assistant has taken to teaching your classes. Is this true?”
She grappled to defend herself. Knowing there was no defense for her horrible behavior she hung her head as shame cascaded over her. “Yes, sir, it’s true.” She said her voice barely a whisper.
“Do you know how we handle students who come to class unprepared?” He asked. Her eyes shot up to the paddles on the wall. “Yes, Amelia, they go skirt up over my desk and they are paddled until their bottoms are as bright as a ripe tomato.” She gave a little gasp as the image played out inside her head. “How do you think it looks when their teacher is the one not doing her homework, coming to class unprepared? What precedent does that set for your students, Amelia?” His voice lectured in quiet stern tones.
She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat mortified at being called out for her behavior and even more mortified that she had behaved that way to begin with. “A bad precedent,” she groaned.
“You, Miss, deserve a serious bare bottom spanking,” he said piercing her anew with his gaze.
“Yes, sir,” She agreed as her bottom clenched involuntarily.
He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Do you agree, Professor Dunn, that the best course of action for you is a hard bare bottom spanking?” She gave a slight nod in agreement.
“Very well,” he said briskly, standing. “You’ve performed well up until this point so I am disinclined to terminate you. I think a spanking and possibly a good tawsing is exactly what is called for in this situation. Please stand.” He barked.
She sprung from her chair hurrying to obey.
“Lift your skirt and remove your panties.” He commanded as he walked around the desk. “I think we’re going to start with an old fashioned over the knee spanking.”
She swallowed audibly at his command to remove her panties. Her hands shook as she lifted her skirt high above her hips. She slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her black silk panties sliding them down her thighs and over her feet. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness from the Dean’s view knowing the humiliation of it was part of her punishment.
He held her wrist in a vice grip as he propelled her across his lap. She sucked in a breath as she felt his steel muscled thighs under the stomach. He blazed her bottom up one side and down the other. She squirmed, gasping, and then shrieked as he turned his attention to her thighs. “I’d keep it down, Ms. Dunn if you do not want anyone who is left in the school to know that you’ve been a naughty little girl.”
Hot liquid pooled unexpectedly between her thighs at the thought of someone overhearing her spanking. Still she quickly muffled any further noises by biting her lip as he continued to rain smacks on her burning thighs. Her legs kicked struggling earnestly against the assault on her bottom. Her mind whirled as she tried to make sense of these conflicting feelings. He gave her five more hard spanks before helping her to her feet. She sniffled loudly, wiping the tears that had spilled onto her cheeks with the back of her hand. Noticing her tears the dean took out a white handkerchief and patted the tears away. His hand cradled her face in a tender moment. Her heart sped as he leaned close wiping a stray tear with his thumb hesitating for a lingering moment before pulling away and returning to his previous strictly authoritative manner.
“You are to report to my office every morning by 7:15 for the rest of this month. You will then proceed to teach your days classes after a thorough bottom warming. Hopefully that will remind you to keep your mind on your work. If any of your previous behavior resurfaces you can expect a very hard paddling followed directly by the tawse. Do we understand each other?” He asked, eyes straying south for one moment too long giving him away.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her nipples pebbling against the fabric of her blouse. She had a feeling her bottom was going to be very sore by the time the month was through, but she certainly wasn’t going to be bored for a single second of it.
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If you had been spanked in school what would you have been spanked for?
My answer is that I would have definitely been spanked often for forgetting to turn my homework in! What about you?
