‘The Petulant Professor’ : Fun School Daze spanking story

‘The Petulant Professor’ is a fun fictional spanking romp through yet another institution of learning, in this entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest. You’ll love it!

–  Dana

My name is Joan Galt and I am a 46 year old professor of economics at the University of Colorado.  I am only 5′ tall and weigh 95lbs.  For the past three years I have been researching how the failed Keynesian economic policies of Franklin Roosevelt prolonged the depression of the1930’s, caused a depression within the depression in 1937, and turned the depression into The Great Depression.  One of my rivals in the economics department is Professor Joseph Kline.  Everyone in the economics department know that Professor Kline and I have a strong dislike for each other.  He is a small man, and behaves like a petulant child.  He is known for his rude remarks to others and his personal hubris is discussing.  

My three years of research on F.D.R.’s failed economic policies were stolen from the desk in my office that adjoins my classroom.  I was ready for publication and the loss was devastating.  I suspected the little weasel Professor Kline who is on the opposite end of the political spectrum and professed Keynesian stimulation of the economy.  

When I shared my dilemma with Carolyn, a friend of mine, she recommended her attorney, Alexis Reed.  Alexis graduated from our university’s law school with honors.  She is 30 years old and over 6′ tall.  She has the shapely well toned muscular body of an athlete that men ogle and she can be ruthless in court.  Alexis’ firm contracted with a detective agency that specialized in surveillance cameras.  Video cameras set off by motion detectors were installed in my office and classroom and information was leaked to the economics department that copies of my research was saved on my personal computer locked in my classroom desk.  The trap was set!  

Less than one week later while reviewing tapes Professor Kline was observed entering my empty classroom with a master key, breaking into my desk, and stealing my personal computer.  The information on the tapes not only could convict the little weasel of felony theft; but, the information could lead to his dismissal from the university.  

I met with Alexis in her office where she played the evidence on the tapes for me and we discussed the options available to me.  My first priority was my research.  Second to that I wanted to see the petulant professor punished.  I suspected that he wouldn’t do any jail time for the theft of my computer; but, it was likely that he would loose his position at the university.  Alexis had another alternative.  If my computer and research was returned and he submitted to going over my knee for a severe no nonsense paddling we wouldn’t pursue other charges.  I explained to Alexis that I couldn’t stand his hubris and petulance at our monthly departmental meetings but that even though he is a small man I doubted that I would be capable of administering the paddling he deserved.  Alexis told me that she was an expert spanker and proposed that she would be capable of administering the severe paddling that he deserved.  

I agreed with Alexis.  Professor Kline was summoned to my classroom.  When Alexis arrived with her briefcase in hand she looked stunning.  Her blond hair was tied in a bun, she wore a knee length tight black pencil skirt, black stockings, heels, a thick black leather belt around her narrow waist, a thin white silk blouse, and a suit jacket.  

The petulant professor was confronted with our evidence and agreed to our terms:  1.  he would return to my classroom with my research and personal computer  2.  Alexis would administer a no nonsense severe paddling immediately after he accepted our terms   3.  next week one hour before our departmental meeting he would report to my office where Alexis would administer a second paddling 4.  one month later he will again report to my office for a third paddling from Alexis one hour before our next departmental meeting  5.  in return we will not pursue the matter in the criminal or civil justice system.  Professor Kline agreed.  

Alexis removed her suit jacket and you could see the outline of her lacy bra through her thin white silk blouse.  She put a straight backed chair in front of my classroom desk and pulled a spencer style paddle,” Dana’s Inferno”, from her briefcase.  It was about 17″ long, 3″wide, and about 1/2″ thick with holes drilled in the business end.  She reminded Professor Kline that this would be the first of three paddlings he would receive from her and the next two would be minutes before his next two departmental meetings.  

Alexis ordered him to her right side and instructed him to lower his pants and briefs to his knees.  She draped him over her shapely lap where her strong muscular arms pinned him helplessly over her lap.  Alexis administered a severe no nonsense paddling to the helpless petulant man as he kicked, cried, begged, squirmed, and begged for her to stop.  I was thrilled as I watched his naked bottom turn pink, red, and bright crimson as Alexis paddled his bottom from the top of his knees to the top of his bottom.  When finally released he hopped, danced, and ran around my classroom.  His face was red and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying.  Alexis was truly an expert spanker!  I enjoyed a sense of power watching this little weasel kick and squirm as Alexis administered his spanking.  Alexis certainly enjoyed reducing Professor Kline to a crying brat dancing around my classroom holding his scarlet bottom.  I felt satisfaction knowing that whenever I looked in his eyes he would have to look away!

One week later about one hour before our departmental meeting Professor Kline reported to my office.  The little weasel meekly looked down every time I made eye contact.  Alexis arrived with her blond hair tied up wearing a tight short brown pencil skirt, beige stockings, heels,  a thick brown leather belt, a red silk blouse, and a suit jacket.  Alexis put a straight backed chair in the center of my office, removed the wicked looking “Dana’s Inferno” from her briefcase, and smoothed her skirt as she sit in the chair with the paddle on her lap.  She ordered the professor to her right side where she lowered his pants and briefs to his knees before she turned him over her nylon clad knees for the spanking of his life.  Alexis spanked up one side of his bottom and down the other followed by a series of spanks up and down the middle of his bottom finally settling on another series of spanks where his bottom met his legs.  With each of the over 50 spanks administered her muscular arm raised the paddle high above her head before she brought it down with a snap of her wrist.  The weasel kicked and screamed; but, no one was in the building except us!  Her strong muscular body rendered the little professor helpless as he struggled in vain to get off of her lap.  His bottom was one big welt when she finally released him to do his spanking dance around my office.  Both Alexis and I laughed at the spectacle.  

At our departmental meeting Professor Kline continued to squirm uncomfortable in his chair and explained his red puffy teary blood shot eyes as allergies.  Whenever I tried to make eye contact he would submissively look down.  The outcome of the theft from my empty classroom and the stress it caused me was worth  the satisfaction I have received watching the little professor’s attitude become adjusted.  He no longer demagogues the issues, and his hubris was gone when dealing with me because I have seen him crying, begging, kicking,  squirming like the petulant little professor he is.   And he has one more appointment with Alexis and me!