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satisfaction.
    Crack! Heather shrieked. She had no idea something could sting that much. Her feet flew from the floor and she quickly stuck them back into position. Crack! Crack! Crack! She screamed into the sofa cushion and slapped her hands against it. Dark red bands formed on her buttocks. After a dozen applications of the slim paddle the Professor slipped it back into the drawer and sat down in his overstuffed chair. He crossed his legs and watched Heather catch her breath and regain some of her composure while still in position over the end of the sofa. Eventually he informed her that she could stand up.
      Heather stood directly in front of him and brushed the tears from her eyes. The Professor remained silent. She could tell from his relaxed demeanor and comfortable position in his chair that her discipline session was complete. She swallowed hard and stole a quick glance at this crotch which was obscured by his crossed legs. With a dry mouth she asked, "Do I...should I pay you now?"
    The Professor allowed a long silence to hang in the air. He smiled. "This first session is a consultation. I don't charge for that. You may get dressed now and leave. You have your study instructions and I will be monitoring your grades and test scores. When I determine you are in need of another session I will send you a text message. It is up to you whether you avail yourself of my continued service. Good evening, Heather." He stood up and left the room.
    Heather scrambled into her clothes and let herself out of the condo. On the mirrored wall of the elevator she could see her mascara had run and she hurried to fix her makeup and disheveled hair.  
    Once home, she proceeded to study as directed for the full three hours that was stipulated. That surprised her, but she wasn't sure why. Just before she went to bed for the night she checked her rear end in the bedroom mirror. It was still red and warm but not terribly sore. Her next surprise came when she got under the covers of her bed. The warm afterglow of her spanking and the memory of being naked in front of the Professor aroused her in a completely unexpected way. She masturbated to a fantastically powerful orgasm and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

    A Second Chance
    The next week went very well for Heather. She studied properly and noticed it was having an affect on her work. In two of her classes the teacher presented small quizzes which had only a minor impact on her overall grades but she was delighted that she obtained perfect marks on both of them. Her confidence was boosted and she was happy and grateful for her session with the Professor.
    An important exam loomed at the end of the week and Heather used all of her new-found self-discipline to prepare. She felt confident she would achieve an excellent grade. However, she made one critical error. She set her alarm clock improperly and slept right through the early morning exam. When she awoke she was horrified to find the time for the exam had passed. She flew from her bed, dressed and ran to the office of the professor who conducted the exam. Dr. Kelly had a reputation as a classic, old school, hard ass who went by the book. She pleaded with him to allow her an opportunity to have a second chance at doing the exam. Not surprisingly, he refused. The failing grade on the exam ensured Heather would fail the course, there was no way to avoid it.
    She spent the rest of the day in tears and made plans to finish her semester and drop out with the hope of perhaps returning to college in a year or two when her circumstances were different. That evening she received a text message from the Professor. It said;
    I am aware of what happened today. Come see me at 9PM, sharp.
    Heather's first reaction was to blow off the appointment. What was done was done and more discipline from the Professor was not going to change anything. However, after she considered that, she wondered why he would ask her to have a session if there was nothing he