College Discipline Read Free Page B

bed but several pieces of unusual furniture. There was a padded bench, a throne chair, something that reminded Heather of a sawhorse in her Dad's garage workshop and two large timbers formed into an X and leaned against the wall at a slight angle. The room was a dungeon and it hid many insidious features to which Heather was oblivious.
    "You will be fastened to this cross, Heather. Your wrists and ankles will be secured and you will remain there for the duration of your discipline session. Now step up to the cross and place your arms and legs into position."
    The cross formed a broad X and required her legs to be spread far apart. The Professor closed metal clamps around her slim ankles and wrists and locked her into a vulnerable and submissive position. The slight forward angle ensured the Professor a clear view of her small, shaved pussy. Fear tore through her mind and body as she realized how trapped she was. She thought about screaming. As if he could read her mind, the Professor said, "You are permitted to scream as loud as you like in here. If you examine the walls, floor and ceiling you can see they are covered in thick acoustic insulation. Sound does not escape this room so you may scream with abandon during the session."
    She felt a lump in her throat so thick it made breathing difficult. The Professor removed a black strap from a hook on the wall and showed it to Heather. It was nearly three feet in length and hung with only a slight bend owing to its thickness and rigidity. "Other girls have nicknamed this strap, Lucifer," he said with a grin. They've learned that if they really screw up in a class they'll ' have Lucifer to pay ,'" he said, with the only chuckle she ever heard from him.
      "Brace yourself," he said. Without any other warning he laid the strap hard across both cheeks of her tender ass. It landed like an electric shock and Heather tried to scream as loud as she could but no sound came out. He administered a second stroke that pressed her forward into the timbers of the cross and send a shockwave through her body. Heather broke into immediate tears and wailed with abandon. "It hurts! It hurts!" was all she could think to yell.
    "Of course it does. That is the point. You should be glad I gave you a couple of easy warm-ups before wetting you down." He removed a spray bottle from a shelf. It looked like the kind of bottle used to spray window cleaner, with a large trigger and an adjustable spray nozzle. "This is a harmless mixture of water and glycerin. The glycerine helps the moisture stick where it is placed." He sprayed it on her buttocks and deliberately let some overspray land on her pussy lips. That was to let her know her womanhood was fully exposed to his gaze for the duration of her ordeal. Such was the Professor's strong belief in the powerful role of humiliation when applying discipline and motivation to improve oneself.
    With her pink ass now gleaming with wetness in the dim light of the dungeon the Professor informed Heather that her first round would be ten wet strokes of the strap.   Without further delay he administered the first stroke.
    Whack!  
    The sound was different when her cheeks were wet. The strap slapped louder, almost with a splash. He paused to let it sink in. Heather felt the pain run up and down her body unlike anything before. By the time she fifth stroke landed she was screaming loudly and trying to catch her breath. When the tenth one was complete she began to sob.
    The Professor reapplied the liquid and informed her she would receive ten more. On the fourth stroke she interrupted her crying and wailing just enough to yell the word, "Stop!"
    The Professor stopped immediately. "We haven't finished," he informed her.
    Through her tears Heather managed to say, "It hurts too much. I don't want any more."  
    "We can do that," said the Professor, calmly. "I'll release you immediately and you can get dressed and leave. However, I will call Dr. Kelly and inform him that you