This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Blue Vinyl
By
Imotkurotk <imotkurotk@aol.com>
Alison was on her bare knees, bent forward, with her elbows digging into the skanky blue cushion on the couch. The position reminded her of a couple times last year in the dorms when she had prayed to the porcelain god. It was only a couple times -- she was mostly a good girl -- but those times had been bad oh yes.
Now, here in the professor's office, the air on her bottom was giving her a different kind of bad feeling. Maybe, probably, some day in her future a lucky guy would be enjoying a peek at the goose bumps that she could feel on her exposed ass. But Dr. Rebecca Graystone, PhD of freaking Psychology? When Alison clenched her hands together they only shook a little.
She had told Dr. Graystone (no longer just call me Becky -- that was for sure!) that it, the incident, could have happened to anyone. It did happen, every day, in almost every class she had at college. All of her friends forgot to turn off their phones too, so it wasn't like it was just her. In fact (she hadn't told Dr. Graystone this) the very call that supposedly disrupted class had been from her boyfriend who had been sitting about thirty rows above her in the same lecture hall! He'd had a lot of fun with that later -- what a jerk!
But here she was now in this small office with its ancient foul, skanky blue couch, with the gentle Dr. Graystone who just last year had helped advise her on picking a major. Dr. Graystone who listened quietly to Alison's explanation and in the end had only said, "I understand that, Alison. But I'm going to punish you."
Somewhere behind her Alison heard a sharp SPLAT and then felt blazing pain like someone was holding a hot-plate tight up against her ass. She moaned. "What the hell was that?"
She could now see Dr. Graystone as the professor sat down beside her, one hand grasping the handle of a thick wooden paddle. "Didn't I tell you that you needed to explore the discipline of Psychology?" Dr. Graystone looked at her with a caring smile. It was the same look that Alison's own mother had given her many years ago, before Alison had grown up, when Alison had done a naughty thing that deserved a spanking.
Laying her near hand on Alison's shoulder, Dr. Graystone said, "Alison, you know you were wrong don't you?"
Alison tried and failed to fight back her tears. This was so much worse than getting hungover sick. But Alison also knew that there was a way to make things good again.
She tried to say something but there wasn't enough air. It was just easier to nod and hope that she could keep her elbows on the slick blue vinyl as the paddle rose and fell.
The End
© Copyright Imotkurotk, 23 June 2003
Reviews
Ted <quixotoes(at)aol(dot)com>
The setting pushed any number of my buttons: academia, F/F spanking, and a cheap couch. I
have had a thing for vinyl couches and spanking myself and, so, could easily imagine
Alison's goose bumps. The author, however, referred to it as a «skanky» couch, which I don't think is a terribly concrete description. The author then repeated the description, for which I deduct style points.
Sassy Jo <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This short story is fairly well written. The idea of a college student being punished by a professor isn't necessarily a new concept, but it certainly had a twist I haven't seen with the student and professor both being female. I like that the main character cried, and it was revealed to us. I also like the references to the professor having a history with the student and to the matronly look on her face as she punishes. I enjoyed reading this entry.
Jon <mrheadmstr(at)yahoo(dot)com>
We should all have had such a mentor in college! This story gets it right. The inner turmoil of the about to be spanked, the parental mien of the disciplinarian, even the attention to detail of the sofa and her goose bumps are all right smack on. This story takes you right into the mind of the woman as she is about to be spanked.
Whether the reader is a Top or a Bottom they will recognize the feelings being expressed so accurately. This was a very well written story that appeals on several levels. Thank You Author, for contributing it.