The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 18 - A night in Burnside's office

Amy's time was full that semester, as full as it could be. Although Amy was 
becoming somewhat better with the math requirements of her field, she was 
grateful to have Wendy present at all times to ask her for help on formulas for her 
economics classes. Wendy seemed to have a talent for numbers totally out of 
reach for Amy. Occasionally Amy thumbed through Wendy's accounting 
textbooks out of curiosity. She was intimidated by the content. I'm glad not to be 
studying this, Amy thought to herself.

At the end of October, Amy had two full sets of term papers to grade in a week's 
time. There were over 150 papers, ranging from 15 to 20 pages. Burnside had told 
Amy the grading would be a valuable learning experience because she would be 
able to pick up a lot of diverse information over a very short period of time.

Burnside's method of grading was based on a formula that she had worked out 
over her years of teaching. She had specific things that she was looking for, based 
on the course content. She taught that formula to Amy, had Amy grade a couple 
of papers to make sure that Amy understood how the papers were to be evaluated, 
and then handed her two boxes. Each box was full of papers. Amy would do the 
initial grading, then she would give the papers back to Burnside to review for the 
final grading. The professor planned to review the papers over the weekend 
before giving them back to the students on Monday.

Paul had promised to help Amy and had cleared his schedule to accommodate her. 
He finished his term papers early to be able to help Amy when the crisis of mid-
terms hit in the middle of October. Amy looked at him in gratitude when he 
showed up and picked up one of the boxes. Paul and Amy spread the papers out 
on the dining room table and got started. Amy took half the papers and Paul took 
the other half. On the papers he was grading, Paul wrote his comments on large 
post-it notes and attached them to the sides of the pages. Amy then re-wrote the 
comments on the pages in her own handwriting. It seemed like a pretty good 
system they had worked out.

Paul and Amy were looking forward to Burnside's Halloween party. Amy decided 
to wear her nurse's outfit, and Paul volunteered to go as her patient. The only 
thing he would wear would be hospital slippers and an old-style hospital gown 
that did not have a back. The gown would leave Paul's back and bottom exposed. 
Amy liked the idea, but was surprised that Paul would wear something so daring. 
By pure chance Wendy's black jumpsuit ended up among the clothes she grabbed 
from her parents' house, so Wendy was taken care of as well. Amy decided to take 
the three outfits to the cleaner's and Paul volunteered to pick them up.

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Amy turned the term papers back to Burnside with plenty of time to spare on 
Friday. The professor was a bit surprised at receiving the papers back so early in 
the day, and at seeing Amy well rested. She quietly accepted the papers. Amy did 
not notice the glimmer of suspicion in Burnside's expression as she cheerfully 
unloaded the boxes on professor's desk.

Amy first realized there was a problem that night, when she received an e-mail. 
Amy knew Burnside, and the tone of the message worried her.

Amy, I expect you in my office at 8:00. We need to talk. -Burnside-

Saturday morning Amy entered the professor's office at 8:00. Burnside was 
clearly infuriated. Her eyes bore right into Amy's, her face was flushed with 
anger, and the muscles on her neck were tensed. Without saying any type of 
greeting, she handed Amy a copy of the student aide contract.

"Amy, read line 12 of the contract to me please."

Amy read "Responsibilities include grading and assessment of course projects, as 
directed by the tenured faculty member named in this contract. Grading and 
assessment of work are the sole responsibility of the faculty member. However, 
within department guidelines, the responsibility of grading may be delegated to 
the student aide named in this contract at the discretion of the faculty member."

Amy looked at Burnside perplexed. She still did not understand what was wrong. 
Burnside spoke again.

"You don't get it, do you? Tell me Amy, are you double-majoring in political 
science?"

"No."

"Then I find the language used in half these papers very interesting. They are 
well-graded, but unless you have a split personality, the language used in half 
these papers is not yours. It's not even the language used by an economist. Now 
answer this question. You did not write the comments for half these papers, did 
you?

Amy suddenly felt like the floor had opened up beneath her. She felt totally sick, 
like she was falling. She should have known. However, she forced herself to 
answer Burnside immediately. She was honest, knowing that attempting to lie 
would only make her situation considerably worse.

"I had Paul help me with the papers. Those comments are his."

"Well golly-gee Amy, I guess I should be real happy! Two student aides for the 
price of one! Except for one problem. What do the terms 'sole responsibility', 
'delegate to the student aide named in this contract ', and 'at the discretion of the 
faculty member' mean to you?"

Amy swallowed hard. "That means that I shouldn't have had anyone help me. It 
means that I...I...violated the conditions...of my contract."

"You violated the terms of your contract. You got that right. Now, do you have 
anything to say for yourself?"

Amy sadly shook her head. "No, Dr. Burnside. I don't have anything to say. I...I 
screwed up. I…I'm sorry."

Burnside clenched her fists upon hearing the word "sorry". Her lips tightened. It 
was obvious that the professor was using every bit of her self control to stay calm.

"You screwed up! What an understatement, Amy! Don't you realize that it's not 
just your career you've put in jeopardy, but mine as well? I signed a contract with 
this university, just like you did, and as I recall, NOWHERE in that contract did it 
say that I could delegate grading to someone outside the department! Certainly 
not to your little political science boyfriend!"

Burnside grabbed a handful of the papers. She slapped them hard on the surface 
of her desk. The professor's next words cut to the core of Amy's soul.

"I trusted you! I gave you an opportunity most students only dream about, and 
you couldn't even grade some papers for me! It would have been better had you 
not written anything on them, because now they're covered with a bunch of 
political science jargon! I trusted you, and what do you do? You violated both our 
contracts! You betrayed 75 of my students, who thought their papers would be 
graded by an economist! And all you can say is 'you're sorry?!'"

For a moment Amy said nothing. What could she say? The fact that she had ended 
her career was the least of her concerns at that moment. Her betrayal of Burnside 
weighed on Amy much more than her own situation. Finally she forced herself to 
speak.

"Dr. Burnside, would it help if I go to the dean, by myself, and tell him what I 
did? That it wasn't your fault? Then you, or the dean, or the university, or 
whoever, can do whatever you want to me. You have my word I won't argue or 
file any appeal. I'll write a letter, or a confession, or whatever. Just tell me what I 
need to do, and I'll take care of it."

Burnside looked hard at Amy. Without realizing it, Amy had just saved her job 
with her last sentence. Maybe there was hope for her yet. The professor calmed 
down slightly. She sighed and shook her head.

"No. I'm not going to fire you. It would create a scandal in the department, and 
anyhow, you aren't getting off that easy. We're going to fix this, you and me, this 
weekend. You are going to take Paul's papers over to that desk and re-grade them. 
Leave Paul's comments for the benefit of the students. For the most part they're 
very insightful for a political scientist. I just won't count them for the grading. But 
now you will put in your own. As for the half that you did grade, sort them and 
give them to me. I'll get started with those. We have 48 hours to get finished."

"Dr. Burnside…You're going to forgive me…"

"No, Amy. I'm not going to just forgive you. You fucked up, and you're going to 
pay for it. But you're going to pay for it in a way that won't wreak your future. 
Now, start sorting those papers."

Amy moved the papers to the TA's desk and sat down. Her heart pounded as she 
sorted the papers into two piles, the finished pile for Burnside and the unfinished 
pile for herself. Amy's emotions were in turmoil. She was hugely relieved that her 
career was not going to be swept away. However, she was scared at the same 
time. Burnside was totally infuriated with Amy, in spite of having decided not to 
fire her. Amy knew there would be hell to pay for her irresponsibility. 

"Amy, what time is it?"

"Ten 'till nine, Dr. Burnside"

"Good. At nine o'clock sharp I want you to go over to the umbrella stand behind 
my desk. There is a cane in that umbrella stand. You will take the cane out and 
hand it to me. Once you've done that, I want you to pull your jeans and panties 
down and bend over my desk."

Amy was so scared her hands shook, but she said nothing. Punishment was how 
Burnside dealt with anyone who was dishonest with her, and Amy would be no 
exception. If anything, Amy was slightly relieved, knowing that if Burnside 
punished her, eventually she would let the grading incident pass. What Amy did 
not realize was how much the strokes from that cane would hurt. She hurried to 
finish sorting out the papers before nine.

At nine Amy laid the papers she had graded on Burnside's desk. She reached 
behind the umbrella stand and retrieved the cane. Amy's struggled to stay calm as 
her fingers touched the wood. The cane was truly an evil-looking item. She 
handed the cane to her professor, then moved to the front of her desk, facing the 
window. She unzipped her jeans, pushed them and her panties to her knees, and 
bent over the desk. She grabbed the opposite edge with her hands and waited. 
Burnside picked up the cane and tapped it on Amy's left bottom-cheek.

"Amy, I promised that you are going to pay for this in a way that won't affect your 
future. Well, this is it. I will give you two strokes, one from each side, every hour 
on the hour until we're done with these papers. I think, considering what you tried 
to pull on me, that's fairly lenient. Anyhow, I'm sure you'll be plenty tired by 
tomorrow and the strokes will help you stay awake."

With that Burnside struck hard at the lower part of Amy's bottom. A pink line 
instantly appeared, just above her thighs, precisely where she would have to sit. 
The pain seemed to shoot through Amy's entire body. As the burning from the 
stroke increased and Amy gritted her teeth in pain, Burnside struck from the other 
side. Amy gasped. She bit her lip hard as the pain from her second stroke 
mounted. She fought back the tears. That was just two strokes! There would be 
two more at 10:00, two more at 11:00, two more at 12:00... By this time tomorrow 
Amy would be in pure agony. She knew that the second day would be worse.

"OK, Amy, back to your papers. You might as well take your jeans and panties 
off. You won't be needing them until you're done with your part of the grading. At 
10:00 I want you back over my desk."

Amy sadly slipped her jeans over her feet, folded them, and put them on the floor 
under the table. Then she sat down in the hard chair, wincing as the welts seemed 
to bite into her.

Burnside was no hypocrite. She worked every bit as hard as Amy, quickly 
revising Amy's comments, adding a few of her own, and giving the final grade. 
On the average she lowered the grade about 3% from what Amy had given each 
paper. Burnside worked quickly and efficiently, reducing her stack of papers by 
about 8 per hour.

Amy took longer with her stack of papers, since she had to re-read them and put 
in her own comments next to the ones she had copied from Paul's post-it notes. As 
she finished her papers she put them back in their box. After about every 10 
papers or so Amy picked up the finished stack and handed it to Burnside. 
Burnside took the papers from Amy's hand, thumbed through them to make sure 
they had good comments, then added them to her own pile of un-graded papers. 
Amy and Burnside worked in silence the entire afternoon. Amy sat 
uncomfortably, the hard wood of her chair pressing her welts.

The silent routine of the office was only broken once each hour when Amy 
checked the time, stood up, and bent over Burnside's desk. Burnside then stood 
up, laid her two strokes across Amy's bottom, and then they both sat back down to 
continue their work. Every hour two new stripes of pain marked Amy's bottom, 
two new sources of discomfort for her as she pressed into her seat. By the time it 
was dark outside Amy barely could sit down. It was becoming harder and harder 
for her not to cry.

At 7:00 p.m. Burnside suddenly realized that she and Amy had gone the entire 
day without eating. After giving Amy her two cane strokes for the hour, Burnside 
told Amy that she was going out to get something to eat for both of them and 
would be back shortly. Amy took advantage of Burnside's absence to have a good 
cry. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed for 15 minutes. It did not make 
the pain go away, but now Amy felt that she could hold up for a few more hours. 
She managed to calm down before Burnside came back. The professor set a 
plastic container of chopped fruit in front of Amy, as well as a small hot sandwich 
and a small carton of orange juice. Then they both noticed it was 8:00. Amy, not 
saying anything, got up and bent over the desk. Burnside picked up the cane and 
struck her twice. Amy now had 24 cane strokes across her bottom. She winced as 
she sat down and forced herself to eat.

The night dragged on. Burnside was an insomniac, so it did not bother her to work 
like this. There was no way that Amy could feel sleepy with the increasing pain 
from her on-going punishment. They worked grimly through the night. Every 
hour Amy stood up and bent over Burnside's desk. Amy heard the janitor vacuum 
outside the door. Much later she heard drunken frat boys screaming around the 
academic buildings. Burnside jumped up and went outside. Amy heard her voice 
snarling at the drunks. Amy had to hand it to her professor. She had the guts to go 
out and confront a large group of drunken males by herself at 2:00 in the morning. 
There was silence after that.

By 7:00 the next morning Amy was about three fourths the way through her 
papers. She bent over Burnside's desk for the 23rd time. Burnside struck her with 
the cane twice, then told Amy she was going to get breakfast for both of them. 
She asked Amy what she wanted in her coffee. Once again Amy broke down and 
cried while Burnside was away. She was in much more pain than last night. 
Judging by the papers still on her desk there were at least six more hours to go. 
She managed to stop crying just before Burnside got back.

Amy did not see how things could get any worse, but they did with the next set of 
cane strokes. At 8:00, Burnside decided that she needed to stop caning Amy's 
bottom. Amy's bottom cheeks were in bad shape and a few more strokes of the 
cane would risk breaking her skin. When Amy bent over Burnside's desk for the 
24th time, Burnside laid two strokes across the backs of Amy's thighs. Amy had 
been balancing herself with her thighs on the edge of the chair to ease the pressure 
on her bottom. The two new welts would make that much more difficult.

After her strokes at 11:00, Amy now had four welts on the back of each thigh, as 
well as the mass of welts on her bottom. By now Amy saw the wooden chair as 
her enemy. She asked Burnside if she could stay standing or kneel at her desk to 
ease the pressure on her bottom.

"Amy, you will sit in that chair until you are finished with your papers. If your 
bottom hurts, well, that's just too bad."

Amy, exhausted beyond belief and tormented by her welts, finally finished the 
last paper that Sunday afternoon at 12:55 p.m. Burnside took it from her. The 
professor looked at Amy sharply as she picked up her jeans from the floor and 
struggled to pull them up over her bottom.

"OK, Amy, that's it. Your part is done. Don't ever tell yourself that you need your 
boyfriend to help you or that you cannot handle this workload, because you've 
just proved you can. We have final projects coming up in a month and I expect 
top performance out of you for the grading."

Burnside's face reflected genuine anger at Amy, as well as disappointment. She 
continued "Amy, because you let me down, you will host at my Halloween party, 
just like you did last year. Do you understand?"

Amy struggled not to cry. "Yes, Dr. Burnside. I understand."

With that Amy slowly walked down the empty hallway of the silent economics 
department. For a few seconds Burnside stood sadly watching her, then the 
professor returned to her office to finish her portion of the grading.

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Amy called Paul immediately from the pay phone at the entrance of the 
economics department. He rushed over to pick her up. It was obvious that Amy 
could not face Suzanne or Wendy right now, so he took her to a motel. He helped 
her get her jeans and underwear off, and was horrified at the sight of Amy's 
bottom and the backs of her legs. Amy lay on the bed, face down, crying. The 
pain from the cane marks did not seem to go away, and having gone without sleep 
for almost two days totally broke down her resistance. Amy sobbed continuously. 
Paul did not know what to do. He ran out in the hall to get Amy some juice, soda, 
and bottled water from the vending machine, and asked her what she wanted. All 
Amy could do was continue to cry. 

It was obvious that something had gone horribly wrong between Amy and her 
professor, but long time passed before Amy could tell Paul what happened. The 
worst part was the upcoming Halloween Party. Amy would be punished yet again 
and forced to serve drinks in the nude all night, to a large number of people who 
knew her from the Mardi Gras party. The embarrassment of having to face all 
those people again as a hostess was overwhelming.

There was no way that Amy could avoid letting Paul know that she had been 
punished because he graded her papers. It really was not his fault that Amy 
violated her contract, but he felt overwhelmingly guilty. Paul's concern was not 
over what already had happened, but rather Amy's upcoming public humiliation.

Amy's fatigue took over and she went to sleep. Paul felt horrible as he looked at 
the cruel marks on her body. Finally he covered her up. He grabbed one of the 
unopened bottles of water and drank it as he pondered what to do. He resolved 
that tomorrow he would talk to Burnside and try to host in Amy's place. He owed 
her at least that much.

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Burnside stared coldly at Paul as he pled for Amy to be let off from any further 
punishment. Finally she reached in her file cabinet and pulled out a copy of Amy's 
contract. She shoved it at Paul.

"Look this over very carefully. Do you see your name written anywhere on it?"

"No, but..."

"Case closed, Paul. Amy is responsible because she is the one I hired to grade 
papers, not you. What you do is your business. You obviously thought you were 
doing the right thing by trying to help Amy, but it was her decision not to fulfill 
the terms in here, not yours."

"But I was the one who suggested helping her with the term papers."

"Doesn't matter. She made the decision to not do the papers. You didn't make that 
decision for her. She's the one who has to face the consequences."

Burnside looked at her watch. "I think our time is up, Paul. I have a meeting in 
two minutes."

"Dr. Burnside, could I at least host with her? So she doesn't have to be there by 
herself?"

Burnside was irritated with this troublesome boyfriend. Paul, your ass is going to 
get it, thought Burnside. "Have it your way. It won't cut anything that's going to 
happen to Amy, but if you want to play hero, go right ahead."

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This time Amy made no effort to hide anything from Suzanne. Monday night she 
lay on Suzanne's massage table while Suzanne put lotion on her welts, hoping to 
soften the skin and reduce the bruising. Suzanne partially felt sorry for Amy, but 
ultimately agreed with Burnside. It had been Amy's job to grade the papers, not 
Paul's.

Wendy came in, and for once showed sympathy towards Amy instead of 
concentrating on her own self-pity. She took over from Suzanne and rubbed 
Amy's shoulders until Amy fell asleep. Like Paul, Wendy suddenly felt an 
overwhelming urge to be with Amy and suffer with her as a hostess at the 
Halloween party. She felt a huge need to repeat her experience from last year, 
especially if Amy had to endure it as well.

Tuesday morning Wendy was in Burnside's office, asking to host along side Amy. 
Burnside looked at her, stupefied.

"I don't understand you three. First Paul, now you. It seems that Amy gets in 
trouble and everyone wants in on it. Fine. Your ass will get a nice whipping just 
like you had last year. Now, out. I'll see you on the 31st."

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Amy gave up on trying to convince Paul and Wendy to not go to the party with 
her after two days of arguing with them. They would stick by her and that was 
that. Deep down Amy was gratified that her boyfriend and her classmate were so 
loyal to her, but she felt extremely guilty about dragging them into her problems. 
The afternoon before Halloween, Amy, Wendy, and Paul got dressed in sweats at 
Amy's apartment. They drove over to Burnside's house in Paul's car, got out, and 
prepared to face an unpleasant evening. Amy was still horribly sore from her 
caning only three days before, while Paul and Wendy nervously awaited being 
punished themselves. Burnside opened the door and saw the three sad students 
looking at her. Suddenly her determination to "really teach them a lesson" began 
to fade.

Like the previous year, Burnside had the students move the furniture out of the 
living room. It was easier this time, with Paul on one end of the bigger pieces and 
Wendy and Amy on the other end. The sheets went up faster with three people 
hooking them to the walls instead of two. Once everything was in place, the three 
students looked at each other in apprehension. Paul and Wendy were scared, even 
though they had volunteered to come.

Unlike the previous year, Burnside was still wearing slacks and a sweater when 
she greeted the students. Burnside went to her bedroom to change into one of her 
leather outfits, while Amy ordered Paul and Wendy to go into the kitchen. Amy 
told them how she wanted the drink mixing to be organized, now that Paul was 
there to help Wendy. Amy was determined that she would serve the guests. Then 
Amy decided that there was no point in the other two being punished. This was 
Amy's problem, not theirs. They had no business suffering because of her.

Burnside came back to the living room just in time to hear Amy's voice in the 
kitchen, insisting that Paul and Wendy were not to submit to a punishment that 
Amy alone had earned. Burnside heard her comment..."Look, I am going to go 
into the living room and deal with what I did. You two are staying in the kitchen 
until my punishment is over and that is final! Paul, I will break up with you if you 
don't respect my feelings about this! This is my screw-up and it's my problem!"

With that Amy entered the living room to face Burnside. Her sad eyes met 
Burnside's. Suddenly Burnside realized that she did not want to punish Amy. 
Even before looking Amy in the face Burnside had her doubts anyway, given all 
that had happened in her office a few days before. But now, seeing Amy alone in 
her living room, willing to face her mistakes and desperate to protect her 
boyfriend and her classmate, Burnside lost all desire to do anything to Amy. Her 
next words shocked her student.

"Did you and the others bring any costumes, by any chance?"

Amy stood silently staring at Burnside. She had expected to be told to get 
undressed. Burnside became irritated at her silence.

"Amy, costumes. The things you wear for Halloween?"

"I...I don't know, Dr. Burnside. I think Paul has them in his trunk..."

"Well, get them and put them on. You'll be serving in your costumes."

With that Amy ran out to Paul's car. Sure enough, the costumes, now cleaned and 
in garment bags, were in Paul's trunk. Amy grabbed the costumes and ran back 
into the kitchen. She passed Wendy her black outfit and Paul his hospital gown.

"Quick, get these on." Immediately she took off her sweats and panties and pulled 
the nurse's dress over her head. She pulled the white stockings up her thighs and 
put on her white shoes and nurse's cap. Paul followed suit, stripping and putting 
on his gown. Wendy seemed totally perplexed and almost had a disappointed look 
in her face.

"Wendy, get changed. We're off the hook. She's going to let us serve in our 
costumes." With that Wendy took off her clothes and changed into her jumpsuit. 
She did not have her high-heeled shoes, which took away from her outfit a bit, but 
given that she would be spending the night in the kitchen fixing drinks, that didn't 
matter too much. Amy was missing her medical accessories, but with a drink tray 
in her hands all night she would not need them anyway. Amy was grateful that her 
punished bottom would not be on display for the world to study. A few cane 
marks were visible on the backs of her thighs between the tops of her stockings 
and the hem of her dress, but that was better than having her entire body on 
display. Once again Amy went pantyless, not so much to feel sexy, but to avoid 
having any pressure on her bottom.

When Burnside entered the living room in her leather outfit, she looked at her 
student and in a quiet voice, so the others couldn't hear, said, "Amy, you've been 
through enough. Just do a good job serving tonight. We'll start fresh on Monday."

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The doorbell rang and the three students began taking coats to the back bedroom. 
This Halloween was not as cold as last year, so most of the guests did not have 
heavy coats. Many of the guests seemed surprised at not seeing their hosts in the 
nude, since nude hosts had been a trademark of Burnside's parties since she 
started having them nearly 15 years ago. Her explanation to those who asked was 
simple enough and partially true, that this time her hosts had volunteered and thus 
were doing Burnside a favor. Hence they were serving in costume instead of 
nude.

Amy smiled with amusement as Paul walked to the back room with his arms full 
of coats, his bare bottom jiggling through the back opening in his hospital gown. 
Paul, I think you're going to regret putting your bottom on display like that, Amy 
thought to herself.

Quickly Amy's concerns moved to the endless drink orders pouring into the 
kitchen. Amy decided to switch off with Paul taking drink orders. One would 
serve drinks and the other would help Wendy. While working in the kitchen Amy 
took a look at the crowd to see how Paul was doing among the guests. Paul 
quickly moved about the room with his drinks, with a nervous expression on his 
face. Amy noticed that wherever he went, women hooted and cheered as they 
swatted at his bare bottom. Since he had his hands full of drinks, there was little 
he could do to avoid the swats, and his tormenters knew it. When Paul finally 
came back into the kitchen Amy and Wendy took a look at his bottom. It was 
quite pink. Embarrassed, he smiled at them. "I think next time I'll wear something 
else." However, he volunteered to go back out with another tray of drinks. 

Suddenly Amy felt like doing something a bit naughty to her boyfriend. As Paul 
stood ready to go out the door with his tray of drinks, Amy ordered him to stand 
still for a second. The lower pair of drawstrings on Paul's gown were hanging 
loose. Amy suspected that he had left them loose on purpose to better expose his 
bottom. Well, thought Amy, let's expose your ass a bit more. She tied the lower 
set of drawstrings in front to pull Paul's gown completely away from his bottom. 
Now he was exposed not just from the back, but also from the sides. She kissed 
him on the cheek and then landed a sharp slap on his bottom to send him out the 
door. 

"Have fun!"

Amy's gratitude from serving in her nurse's dress increased as she ran across the 
people she had met at the Mardi Gras party in the Spring. It was too dark in the 
room for the others to notice the welts on the backs of her legs, so Amy's story 
about volunteering to serve at the party was believed by everyone. She got 
through the evening with her dignity intact.

She ran across the graduate student with whom she had tormented that frat boy in 
the Spring and the cop from the campus police department. They were together 
now and apparently going out. They filled Amy in on what had happened to Bill.

Bill was arrested about a week after the Mardi Gras party. He immediately 
became an informant for the police against the rest of his fraternity in what turned 
into a massive drug trafficking investigation involving Rohypnol, steroids, and 
ecstasy. The investigation branched out and eventually resulted in several arrests 
over the summer, including a couple of football players. The investigation was 
still going on, which was why Bill was not in jail yet. In fact, Bill was still 
enrolled in college due to the need to keep him as an informant. The police 
approached Burnside and asked her to simply flunk him instead of kick him out 
altogether for cheating. Upon finding out about the investigation, she agreed and 
Bill continued with his other classes.

In spite of all this, the graduate student, in her loud cheerful manner of talking, 
explained to Amy that she imagined that Bill probably wished he had gone to jail. 
Her roommate, Bill's ex-girlfriend, scanned all the photos taken by Amy and the 
others at the Mardi Gras party. Then she collected as much of his personal 
information as she could. She developed websites as a hobby, and put the scanned 
photos and Bill's personal information in a website and bought a domain name. 
She put a copy of the website on CD and presented it to Bill to look at. As anyone 
could imagine, Bill was horrified. He begged her not to post the website. Well, 
that depends on what I get in return, responded Bill's ex-girlfriend. Bill's new 
nick-name became "Bitch-boy". Starting mid-May the purpose of Bill's life was to 
serve his ex-girlfriend and her friends non-stop. He had been subjected to just 
about every indignity imaginable and every week his ex-girlfriend and the others 
came up with new things and ideas to torment him with. Any hint of objection, 
and Bill's ex-girlfriend picked up the CD and waved it in the air. Seeing the CD 
always put him back in line.

Amy and her acquaintance from the Mardi Gras party chatted about a few other 
things, mostly gossip. Paul showed up with his drink tray. The graduate student 
slapped his bottom as he went by. Slapping Paul's bottom seemed to have become 
the sport of most of the women that night at the party. In fact some of the women 
had taken bets to see who could swat Paul's bottom the most throughout the 
evening. Amy smiled as she watched Paul navigate through the crowd, with the 
sounds of whistles and slaps accompanying him. Amy turned to the graduate 
student. "By the way, that's my boyfriend in the hospital gown."

Once again Amy felt like being a bit naughty with her hapless boyfriend. She 
grabbed a small leather paddle from Burnside's supply of implements and handed 
it to the graduate student.

"Next time he comes by, give him a swat with this."

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The party wound down and the guests started to leave. Finally the last of them 
was out the door. Amy, Paul, and Wendy put the furniture back and started to 
clean up. However, Burnside decided to give Amy her second break of the 
evening, or the morning, as it now was. She told Amy and the others that they 
could take-off; Burnside would handle the rest of the clean-up herself. With that 
the students changed back into their sweats and said goodnight to the professor.

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They got back to Amy's apartment. Wendy took a shower and went to bed. Amy 
grabbed Paul's hand and led him to her room. She took his hands and kissed him. 
Paul them buried his face in Amy's neck and kissed her hard.

It had been several days since Amy and Paul had enjoyed the chance to make 
love. They were both quite aroused, enough to forget about the presence of 
Wendy and Suzanne in the other rooms. Amy jerked Paul's sweatpants down to 
his ankles, and motioned him to turn around and put his hands on her dresser. His 
bottom was still badly marked up from all the attention it had received from 
Burnside's guests just a few hours before. She ran her hands over the marks and 
bruises, enjoying the feel of his flesh against her fingertips and palm. She resisted 
the urge to lay some additional hard slaps on his bottom, not wanting to wake up 
her two roommates.

Paul stood up and unzipped Amy's sweat top. He slid it off her shoulders and 
pushed her sweatpants to her feet. She stepped out of them. Holding hands, they 
turned their backs facing the mirror to compare their bottoms. The blotchy red and 
purple marks on Paul's bottom contrasted with the mass of thin welts on Amy's 
bottom. It was a strange sight, but standing together as a punished couple 
intensely aroused both of them. Amy looked down to see that Paul already had a 
rather impressive erection. She grabbed his penis, then caressed his swollen 
bottom with her hands. Paul ran his hands over Amy's welts, pressing hard. The 
pain from Paul's hands squeezing her sore bottom pushed Amy's emotions to their 
limit. She squeaked and kissed his neck hard.

Paul pushed Amy down on the bed. The pain from her welts intensified as he 
entered her, pressing her punished flesh hard on the mattress. The sensation 
intensified the orgasm she was experiencing. Amy squeezed Paul's bottom as hard 
as she could, digging her fingertips into his flesh. It was delightful for him, the 
intense pleasure of being inside Amy, combined with the bittersweet sensations 
coming from his behind.

It was an exquisite end to a very strange evening.
