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Finality?
The new junior professor was brilliant and talented and sweet. But every bit of her promise was doubly matched and dulled with inappropriate and disrespectful behaviors that John Lewis was of no mood to tolerate. She was a curious mix of innocence, charm, edginess, and bad behavior. He sat tipped back in his oversized leather desk chair, his hands laced behind his head and sighed. Why this woman had gone into education was a mystery… or was it? She had either been raised with no discipline whatsoever… or perhaps she had received too heavy a hand in her younger years. As John Lewis considered this, he suddenly realized what was really going on with this girl: regardless of why, what she was doing was clear. Professor Amy Duncan was bratting him in hopes of being spanked!
That would not do.
He leaned forward and dialed the phone. “Mrs. Thomas? … Yes, John Lewis here… I have a bit of a tough case that needs to be nipped in the bud right away… yes, of course… If you can attend Thursday at 4:00 pm, that would be wonderful…” He hung up the phone and smiled. This girl would never again brat for a spanking after Mrs. Thomas finished with her, that was for damn certain.
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As she neared the end of the long corridor, the slim dark-haired woman did a double take. Was that Mrs. Thomas? Indeed. Some poor gal would be catching hell today. The look of surprise vanished and she greeted the woman cordially. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Thomas.”
The older woman was permanently grouchy, and simply harumped. “Good day, missy.” She was a dour, severe looking woman, of rather large proportions and immense physical strength. Mrs. Thomas did not have time for civilities: she was a mind of one purpose right now. Still, as she passed the woman, she turned and looked at the woman walking away from her. The woman was professionally dressed in a dark skirt and jacket. It was an attractive outfit, and from behind, her skirt was neither too tight nor short. Pity that, thought Mrs. Thomas.
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It was 3:55, Thursday. Rebecca entered the room as always and greeted her disciplinarian with a happy smile, and the woman returned the greeting with warmth and genuine regard. Every week, she was spanked and punished as needed. This week would be no different.
The woman came from around the desk and sat on the armless chair. Rebecca promptly laid herself across the woman’s lap, needing no bidding. Rebecca knew her place, and it was across these knees. Her submission and obedience to this woman was complete. Rebecca felt her skirt raised, her panties lowered. A wave of acceptance washed over her. This felt so right, she thought.
The woman gently patted her bottom with an open hand, “Today is a very special day, Rebecca, you are in for a surprise,” teased the woman, almost mischievously. She did not elaborate and Rebecca did not ask. She would be told when the time was right.
For now, the hand upon her bottom told her it was time for a maintenance spanking.
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The maintenance spanking over, Rebecca had positioned herself across the bench for her weekly accounting. Walking to the bench had not been an uncomfortable proposition. She had spent a fair amount of time over that lap today but it had not been a painful spanking at all, Rebecca thought. She thought some more about the warm glow of her bottom. Firm and thorough, but not hurtful, the woman had given her a lively spanking with only her open palm. It had been a good while since Rebecca’s maintenance spanking had included the dreaded ruler or paddle. The implements were added when she needed to learn a lesson, and Rebecca did not need hard lessons these days. She received only a hand spanking when she was compliant and obedient.
The accounting today was likely to be similarly mild. Rebecca had a clean slate this week, and she would probably only take a short paddling, caning or strapping to keep her honest. She was happy as she laid there, anticipating her discipline. Rebecca wondered whether she was a little odd in looking forward to it but then she thought about why she was getting such mild discipline, and the thought left her mind. A quick study, Rebecca did not need to be punished much and it had been a long time since she received a serious hard punishment.
“I was hand spanked today because I am so good,” glowed Rebecca. She always did enjoy being the good girl. With pride, she squared herself and pushed her pert pink bottom up and out.
The woman approached, empty handed.
“Rebecca, I cannot seem to find my cane. It seems to have gone missing, would you happen to know anything about that?” she interrupted Rebecca’s reverie.
The happy pride slipped quickly away from Rebecca. Missing? The cane? Rebecca instinctively knew that hiding implements was not wise, and would carry severe consequences. Besides, she had never given a thought to rummaging through her disciplinarian’s things. She respected her disciplinarian deeply, and if this woman believed a caning was in order, it certainly was. Rebecca submitted to her authority fully. She wondered. This woman was far too tidy and well organized to have misplaced it herself. So where was this missing cane?
“I don’t know, ma’m, honestly. I don’t,” Rebecca answered, with full sincerity.
The door, left ajar as always, creaked open. Rebecca looked up. The disciplinarian looked toward the door, too. A smile spread across her disciplinarian’s face at the sight of the tall powerful man at the door.
“Ah, there’s my cane now. Thank you, John, I’ll be needing that,” she smiled, and in walked Dr. John Lewis.
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It has been nearly a year that Rebecca had been reporting to this woman, and John Lewis noted the changes that had come over her. Her maturity and demeanor had improved. Her composure had become as graceful and elegant as that of the woman who attended to her. She no longer looked at Dr. Lewis with those looks of confused longing, she attended to her business with a professionalism that was pleasing. His biggest complaint with her had been her smug superiority but that was gone, replaced with self-confidence and trust. And that god-awful childish tattle-tale habit had abruptly stopped.
His choice of disciplinarian had been perfect, he noted with satisfaction. His lady friend brought out the best in her, and she was ready to come back to him fully. It was time. He picked up the phone, “Hello…” he smiled at the sound of her voice. She was indeed remarkable. “…yes, I am so happy that you agree. Great minds think alike…” Was John Lewis flirting?
He hung up the phone, a smile on his face.
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John Lewis smiled at the woman bent over the bench. She had recovered from her shock, and a simple tap from the disciplinarian had reminded her to take her proper position to the man before her. Rebecca looked forward, meeting his gaze, straightened, and pushed her bottom up.
“A quick learner, as always, Rebecca.” John smiled at her. “I take it your disciplinarian didn’t inform you that I would be coming today to witness?” Rebecca shook her head no. She remembered the days when she had fantasized about his big hands on her rounded bottom. This felt different… the attraction was there, but it had changed from her early crush. She was attracted to him as her superior, her dominant. She longed to feel the physical manifestations of his power, to bend over before him, to offer her bottom to his discipline, his punishments. The moment she had long dreamed was finally here.
John Lewis handed a long thin cane to the dark haired woman. So Dr. Lewis would not be caning her today, Rebecca thought.
“I don’t want to be the cause of any further delays, so let’s get on with it.” He nodded to the dark haired woman.
She smiled as she acknowledged John Lewis. “Thanks, Dr. Lewis, I agree, let’s get started, Rebecca, shall we?” Rebecca noticed with pleasure that she had not addressed her as “Miss Rebecca”. A graduation, of sorts.
“This is a special day, Rebecca, so 24 it will be,” said the dark haired woman. Rebecca had expected 12, but 24 it was, and without a tremble of complaint, she accepted her discipline. The cane swished through the air and landed on her bottom, leaving a light pink stripe. “One,” Rebecca called out. “Two…” The tram lines stung but did not feel like cuts…. a pleasant surprise. The 24 strokes would be easy to take. She continued counting as the cane strokes fell, none of them harsh.
John Lewis noted that Rebecca had not needed an invitation to count. And she did not rise from the bench after the 24th stroke had landed.
He admired the soft pink of her derriere. Her submission was complete. She was, indeed, ready to submit to him.
“Rebecca, with the guidance of your disciplinarian, you have made marvelous improvements. I am so very proud of you,” John Lewis said. “But today, your time with her has ended,” he paused, watching Rebecca closely. Her face remained composed, but he had caught the flicker of disappointment.
“It is time, Rebecca, for you to return to ME,” John announced, and the dark haired woman nodded happily. Rebecca’s heart skipped happily.
“We are both quite proud of you, Rebecca, this is quite an honor and indeed, your special day,” beamed the dark haired woman.
John Lewis resumed speaking. “I will be disciplining you today,” he smiled. From out of nowhere, it seemed, he withdrew a second cane, as long as the first but thicker. He set the long cane on the bench, and withdrew a paper from his jacket pocket. It was a snap form, with a yellow copy. He set it on the bench where Rebecca could read it. “This is your employment contract, please review it,” John continued.
The snap form was headed “EMPLOYMENT CONTRACT” and on the line beneath was typed the words, “Full Professor”. Rebecca could barely contain her delight as she skimmed the form. She half-caught, half-skipped, the disciplinary clause as she noticed Dr. Lewis had already signed. It only awaited her signature.
“Would you like to sign, Miss Rebecca?” inquired John Lewis.
Rebecca nodded giddily. “Yes, sir!”
“Very well, then, let’s get on with it. Your disciplinarian picked 24, I believe that is a fine number for us to work with.” The first cane stroke fell.
“One!” called Rebecca. Unlike the first caning, his stroke was heavy and hard to take. John Lewis felt the cane was the perfect implement for discipline and he had no qualms about laying it on. He took note of Rebecca’s willing acceptance, despite the pain. She did not try to fight him despite the sharp pain that shot through her, first as the stroke landed, then again as the second wave of pain burned its way across her bottom. He waited, then brought the cane across her again. “Two!” she called out dutifully, swaying a little but quickly returning to center. Tears squeezed through her scrunched eyes, and dripped down upon the contract.
Slowly, but without reserve, he progressed through the count.
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The caning had taken an excruciating long time. Rebecca’s bottom was striped and bruised and her giddiness was gone but her feelings of submission was not. She felt oddly grateful for his discipline. Finished with the cane, John Lewis had left her bent over the bench, and did not release her. Instead, he stood behind her and watched the stripes blossom, the woman disciplinarian at his side.
“Pretty work, Dr. Lewis,” smiled the woman. The lines were perfectly placed and even. It had been an admirable caning, one borne of a skillful man who had been about his business for a long time.
“Thank you, ma’m” John Lewis smiled, and tipped an imaginary cap to the woman at his side. He withdrew a pen from his pocket. “Let’s finish this, hmm?” and he handed the pen to Rebecca. She raised herself enough to sign the paper, set the pen and paper aside, then laid back down.
The woman walked over to Rebecca and kissed her softly on top of the head. “You are perfect, my dear,” she whispered, releasing her. Rebecca stood, and the two women faced each other with an affectionate, shared look that said they had both enjoyed their year together. The dark haired woman reached her hand forward, and they shook hands. The dark haired woman had wrapped her second hand around their clasp, and to Rebecca, it felt so personal. “Perhaps she will come visit me…” she hoped.
The dark haired woman smiled and did not say good bye. She would have to drop in and pay Rebecca a visit now and then.
Professional courtesy, of course.
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The attractive raven haired woman making her way down the hall noticed the crying red head coming towards her. Unseeing, she seemed oblivious to the older woman’s presence, and she did not stop crying as she approached. Her face was red and splotchy, and her eyes were swollen. Amy Duncan looked like she had been crying for a very long time. The woman resisted the temptation to embrace the sad professor.
As Amy walked painfully past, the woman observed the nuclear red glow of the retreating girls’ thighs. From her stiff walk, the disciplinarian correctly suspected that the worst of the damage was hidden beneath the short skirt. The woman checked her watch and her eyebrows shot up. Whatever this gal had done, the response was overkill. She remembered the unpleasant woman she had encountered on the way into the building: Mrs. Thomas.
This wasn’t right. She made a mental note to have a discussion about Mrs. Thomas’ performance with John Lewis at his upcoming appointment.
It wasn’t tattling when you were the superior, she smiled.
(part four tomorrow!)
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A great tale. Very erotic.
Thank you :)
xxoo Bunny