The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: corporal punishment, erotic discipline, public nudity, sex between 
adults, references to drug use, references to violence, language)

Chapter 27 - Lisa's hard lesson

Cecilia remembered that Mardi Gras was coming up, which was one out of three 
occasions throughout the year Burnside held one of her infamous BDSM costume 
parties. The other two times were Halloween and the 4th of July. Burnside 
deliberately picked holidays people normally dressed up in outfits or costumes. 
The 4th of July was pushing it a bit on the costumes, but it fell about half-way 
between the other two holidays and was a convenient time to have a summer 
party.

Cecilia’s nude servitude during the Halloween party in the fall was not at all 
unusual, because for each party Burnside needed at least two hosts or hostesses to 
help set up and serve drinks. If she could get four, that was ideal, but normally the 
number was two or three. As Cecilia learned the hard way, Burnside normally 
used students who were in academic trouble. That gave her the opportunity to 
punish the students beforehand, which was something she intensely enjoyed 
doing. Using punishment as a pretext for getting hosts also allowed her to assign 
the outfit she most enjoyed for her servants, spending the night completely naked 
except for a collar and bondage cuffs. Burnside herself could not have explained 
why she liked that arrangement so much, but for every party she always managed 
to have the students she needed for her hosting.

The early midterm usually provided the recruits she needed. Invariably there was 
some idiot who tried cheating on the test or turning in a plagiarized term paper. 
Either offense was a serious violation of the University Student Code of Ethics 
and was viciously punished by the institution. Not only did the student face 
immediate expulsion from the university and receiving failing grades for all 
classes taken during the semester, but the university made sure that every other 
academic institution knew about the cheating. A student caught cheating 
essentially was blacklisted from all major universities nation-wide.

Burnside offered her cheaters an alternative to having their lives ruined. They 
could work as a host for her party and submit to a physical punishment. As was 
true for Cecilia, they had to sign an agreement to submit to discipline. They faced 
a very unpleasant night, but once that night ended, they could return to class as 
though nothing had happened. 

During the spring semester the early midterms went unusually well. For some 
reason the students did somewhat better than normal, which prompted the 
professor to comment the test had been too easy and she would need to fix that for 
the next time. The relatively easy test left her with another problem. For the first 
time in her career she did not catch anyone cheating, and just a few days before 
her Mardi Gras party did not have anyone to host for her. Of course she could try 
to hire someone, but some of the flavor of her party would be lost if she could not 
get someone to host in the nude.

When Cecilia was in the professor’s office, she noticed Burnside calling several 
staffing agencies to see about getting help for the party. She didn’t even bother to 
bring up the issue of what the host or hostess should be wearing, but even so, 
upon finding out the nature of the party, it seemed that the temp agencies were 
reluctant to send anyone.

Burnside’s problem gave Cecilia an idea. It would give her an opportunity to do a 
favor for her professor and perhaps try to get in the woman’s good graces. If she 
were to do Burnside a personal favor, she knew that she could expect somewhat 
better treatment in the future. Anything to lighten her daily responsibilities was 
worth a try.

The professor hung up with a frustrated expression and began thumbing through 
an underground newspaper to see if she could recruit help from one of the adult 
services that advertised in the back. She was getting desperate. That was when 
Cecilia decided to speak up.

“Dr. Burnside, if you’re havin’ problems gettin’ someone to host for you, I ‘spose 
I could do it.”

Burnside looked up.

“I mean, I really don’t mind…you know…I’ll even wear the cuffs and whatnot…I 
wouldn’t mind helpin’ you out…and I’ll get my boyfriend to help too. I know 
he’d do it, ‘cause if there’s somethin’ he can do without his clothes, he’s there in a 
heartbeat.” 

“Well, it would certainly solve my problem. If you could do that for me I’d really 
appreciate it.”

“Sure. Just tell me what time you want us there, and we’ll be there to help out.”

Later that night Cecilia broke the news to Jason that she had volunteered both of 
them to host at Burnside’s party. She had decided to go the full route, they both 
would host wearing nothing but collars and bondage cuffs. The only thing missing 
from their outfits would be welts on their bottoms, since obviously the professor 
had no reason to punish either of them.

Jason was surprised, and Cecilia herself was surprised, that she no longer thought 
anything of running about completely naked in a house full of 200 people dressed 
up in fetish outfits. Of course she knew the experience would be something Jason 
would enjoy, which was why she had no hesitation volunteering him. However, 
only recently had she become comfortable enough with her own body to pose for 
Suzanne, let alone do something like be a naked host at a party full of people who 
would mostly dressed.

Cecilia felt truly liberated as she openly told Jason about her experience at 
Burnside’s house the previous fall, including the switching demonstration and 
what was expected from the servants. She discussed the whole atmosphere and 
the tension among the guests over how real the party was. Cecilia concluded that 
it was mostly a fantasy and costume party punctuated with real punishment.

The commitment took an even stranger turn later that night, when Jason got 
together with Ken and Lisa for their nightly study session. When the couple asked 
him what plans he and Cecilia had to celebrate Mardi Gras, he told them the truth, 
that he and Cecilia would be working as hosts for Ruth Burnside’s springtime 
BDSM party. They were very curious to know the details, which Jason shared. 
The only thing he left out was the fact that Cecilia had hosted in the fall, but he 
did explain Burnside’s normal procedure for recruiting hosts and that this 
semester she failed to get anyone. 

Then he mentioned Burnside’s Danubian police switch. Ken and Lisa looked at 
each other. It was Lisa who spoke up.

“You mean she’s got a Danubian police switch? The real thing?”

“Yeah…Cecilia told me she used in on her TA in the fall. She gave him a full 50 
strokes, right in front of a whole bunch of people. She said she had him crying 
like a baby and that he was totally humiliated.”

Jason noticed from Lisa’s expression that she was deep in thought, as though 
trying to figure out how to say something. However, they did have a class to 
prepare for, so Jason told the other two to drop the subject and open their books.

Later that night Lisa approached Cecilia about the party.

“I was wondering if there was any way you could get Ken and me to come.”

“I don’t know. Usually that party’s just for graduate students and older people. I 
don’t think Dr. Burnside wants a bunch of freshmen runnin’ around her house.”

“I mean to host. We’re willing to be hosts and help you guys out.”

“…you know what we’re gonna be wearing?”

“Yeah.”

“And you still wanna do it?”

“Yeah.”

“OK. I ‘spose she’s not gonna turn down two more hosts, if that’s what you guys 
wanna do.”

Lisa took a deep breath, and then continued with the second part of her strange 
request.

“There’s something else I want to ask. Jason told me that Dr. Burnside has a 
Danubian police switch. The real thing, from Upper Danubia.”

“That’s true.”

“And that last fall, when she switched that guy with it…right in front of the whole 
group...”

“Yeah…”

“…I mean I…like…uh…I want to do that to Ken. I want to tie him down and 
give him a full 50 strokes, right in front of a bunch of other people.”

“Lisa, you’re fuckin’ crazy! You can’t do that to Ken! There’s no way Dr. 
Burnside’s gonna let you do it, ‘cause you wouldn’t know what the fuck you’re 
doin’! That thing’s fuckin’ dangerous! You can’t just go hittin’ people with it! It’s 
somethin’ you gotta learn how to do!”

“I understand that. The point is that if me and Ken are willing to host for her, 
that’s how she could repay me. Teach me how to use that switch and then let me 
have a go at Ken.”

Cecilia was dumbfounded. For one thing, it seemed to her that Lisa was being 
extremely arrogant. She was expecting Burnside just to do what she wanted. That 
was totally unrealistic, the idea that a freshman would set conditions to a tenured 
professor. She wanted to crash someone else’s party, and then use it to pursue a 
personal fantasy with her boyfriend.

For another thing, Cecilia knew that wielding a Danubian police switch took 
training. The goal of a stroke with the switch was to deliver as painful a blow as 
possible without breaking the victim’s skin. It was a very delicate balance that 
Danubian police officers spent several weeks perfecting during their training at 
the National Police Academy. Cecilia suspected that neither Ken nor Lisa 
understood how extreme a full punishment with the switch would be.

Lisa brazenly asked Cecilia to make an appointment with Ruth Burnside the 
following day so she could volunteer herself and Ken for hosting her party, and 
then bring up the issue of the switch. Cecilia felt bad about the imposition on the 
professor.

The next morning Cecilia was in Burnside’s office, nervously explaining the 
situation with Lisa and Ken, somewhat apologetic about Lisa’s straightforward 
attitude. She fully expected that one of two things would happen. Either the 
professor would tell her to tell Lisa to get lost, or she would have Lisa come into 
her office and give her a nasty lecture about respect. However, Burnside did 
neither. Instead she commented:

“That’s fine, have her come in here at 12:30. I want to hear this directly from her. 
Now, a question: are you free tonight?”

“I guess so, Dr. Burnside. I was gonna study and review with Jason…”

“Well, I want you to forget about all that. Unless I give you a call with a change 
of plans, I want you to bring Lisa over to my house at 6:00, and I’ll show her what 
she needs to know about using that switch.”

“But…I mean, just like that? Don’t you think she’s bein’ a bit…”

“Arrogant?”

“Yes, that’s the word, arrogant. I mean just demandin’ that you…”

“That’s not a problem. I like young women with an attitude. Gives me a bit of a 
challenge. I’ll teach her how to use that switch, all right. But I’ll be doing it my 
way, and there’s some other stuff she’ll be learning as well.”

Cecilia left the office, wondering what Burnside had in store for Lisa that night. 
She knew the words “other stuff she’ll be learning as well” were significant. She 
knew that Lisa’s experience at Burnside’s house would have some unpleasant 
surprises. Oh well, Lisa. You got yourself into this.

----------

Cecilia escorted Lisa into Burnside’s neighborhood that evening. It was bitterly 
cold, but fortunately there was still some light outside, an indication that the dark, 
cold days of winter would be coming to an end shortly as the spring equinox 
approached. Lisa had a light-hearted “I told you so” attitude about the impending 
get-together with Ruth Burnside. Cecilia was quiet on the matter, suspecting that 
by the time they left Burnside’s house Lisa would be wishing that she had worn a 
looser pair of jeans.

Burnside opened the door dressed in a sweatsuit. Standing next to her was an old 
friendly-looking mixed-breed dog she called “Maynard”. Cecilia was struck by 
the contrast between the harsh professor and her quiet dog. When she bent down 
to pet the animal the professor explained that Maynard had been with her since 
she was starting her Master’s degree, which would make him about 15 years old. 
Cecilia thought about the changes that must have taken place in Burnside’s life 
during that time. She wondered what things would have been like when Maynard 
was a puppy and Burnside was only a couple of years older than Cecilia was now. 
She reflected: 15 years…what will I be like in 15 years?

Burnside offered her two guests some tea. The women sat down in a surreal 
prelude to what was going to happen in a few minutes. Burnside questioned Lisa 
about her discipline sessions with Ken, asking her what she used, how hard she 
struck him, and how they had begun their sadomasochistic relationship. Lisa 
chatted confidently, still blissfully unaware that anything was going to happen 
other than the professor would do her bidding and teach her how to use the 
Danubian switch. Cecilia knew better. Ruth Burnside does not take orders from a 
freshman…

When they finished their tea, Burnside asked Cecilia to take Lisa into the spare 
bedroom and carry out her infamous punishment bench or “horse”, as she 
sometimes called it. While the two young women struggled with the heavy piece 
of furniture, Burnside collected the other items needed for the lesson. These 
included the switch and the police instruction manual, a set of leg and ankle cuffs 
attached to short chains, and a sturdy pillow that would be strapped to the 
punishment horse that Lisa would use for target practice. Cecilia glanced at the 
cuffs. They confirmed her suspicion that something else besides that pillow was 
destined to feel the switch that night.

For the next half-hour Burnside gave Lisa a straight-forward explanation about 
using the switch. She showed the student how to stand, how to hold the 
implement, and how to swing with the goal of maintaining control before, during, 
and after the stroke made contact with her victim. Cecilia flinched as Burnside 
savagely struck the pillow with an ominous…whoop!

Burnside casually explained: “Now, after each stroke the Danubian cop usually 
waits for a minute or so, to allow the criminal to feel the full impact. There’s also 
the visual effect of watching the welt rise and turn dark, and it makes it tough for 
the criminal to not scream. I’ve been told that usually the criminals break between 
20 and 30 strokes. That’s normal. The really tough ones can hold out to maybe 40 
or so.”

Burnside sat down with Lisa and pointed out various details in the police manual. 
The manual was full of line drawings and also contained some black and white 
photos of naked men and women lying across the switching table, their bottoms 
marked up to varying degrees from painful strokes.

“So these people are Danubian criminals?”

“No. They’re police cadets. That’s part of their training. The Danubian National 
Police makes all cadets take a couple of switchings themselves before they’re 
certified, because they want their police officers to know what a switching feels 
like. It’s also an issue of avoiding hypocrisy. The Danubians are real big on 
avoiding hypocrisy. Every criminal who’s facing the switching table is aware that 
the cop who’s beating him knows what it feels like from first hand experience. 
That’s only fair, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Dr. Burnside, I suppose that’s true.”

“OK, good, now let’s see you try it out. Imagine that’s Ken’s butt over there on 
that horse. Let’s see how you do.”

Lisa struck hard and struck well. She laid a series of parallel lines across the 
pillow, slowly working her way up from the bottom to the top. After about 20 
strokes Burnside stopped her.

“Good. It looks like you got the hang of it. Let me have the switch please.”

Lisa handed her the switch.

“Now get your clothes off. Cecilia, please hand me those cuffs.”

Lisa was not sure she had heard the professor’s last statement correctly. She gazed 
dumbly at the older woman as Cecilia bent down to pick up the cuffs.

“What did you say, Dr. Burnside?”

“I told you to take off your clothes. Just fold your stuff up and put it on the coffee 
table.”

“But…but…why do I gotta take off my clothes?”

“Because I’m going to switch you.”

Lisa went pale and her face froze with a strange expression, more bewilderment 
than fear.

“But…I…it’s Ken who’s getting it…not me…”

Burnside gave Lisa a very cold look.

“Lisa, what we’re dealing with here is a very severe experience. Something that is 
very painful, and very traumatic. I have no problem with you punishing Ken at the 
party. However, I’m not letting you do it unless you clearly understand what 
you’re planning to put him through. I don’t believe you can understand that, 
unless you experience the same thing yourself. So, that’s what we’re going to be 
doing right now.”

“But…that’s not…”

“I understand that wasn’t what you expected. You came over to my house 
expecting me to give up my evening, teach you how to how to use my switch, and 
then give up time at my party so you can pursue the fantasy you got with your 
boyfriend. You expected to have everything your own way and to not have to 
submit to anything yourself. It’s not going to work like that, Lisa. You need to 
know what this switch feels like on your own body, before you use it on someone 
else. The Danubian National Police is very adamant about that, and so am I.”

Lisa was immobilized. Burnside walked up to her and coldly stared into her eyes.

“You will either get your clothes off and let Cecilia cuff you, or you will get out 
of my house. I do not appreciate this hypocritical attitude of yours, and I don’t 
think it’s becoming of a woman with your intelligence.”

“I…I…”

Lisa glanced over at Cecilia, silently pleading for help. The Dominican gestured 
back by shrugging her shoulders. Hey, it’s your choice, Lisa. 

Cecilia was amazed by how quickly the mood in the room had changed. In less 
than a minute Lisa went from seeing herself as an equal exchanging favors with 
her professor to a very inferior young person about to be punished by an older 
authority figure. For the first time that Cecilia knew her, Lisa was very frightened. 
She was shaking slightly and struggling to breathe.

Something inside of her, that seemed to rise up from within and take control, 
prevented Lisa from fleeing to the door. Was it extreme curiosity? Was it her 
desperation to really use that switch on Ken? Was it her pride, not wanting to look 
like a coward in front of the other two women? Was it a secret desire to be 
punished? Whatever it was, Lisa did not leave. Instead she gave Burnside a 
frightened look, and, after a very long pause, slowly began taking off her clothes. 
As instructed, she folded everything and placed it on the coffee table, except for 
her shoes, which went underneath. Once she was finished, she stood quietly, her 
arms at her sides, with her attractive tanned body on display to her professor and 
her RA. She knew better than to try to cover herself. Anyhow, she remembered 
that Burnside had seen her during the Tri-Alpha run, so there was no point in 
being modest.

The professor motioned Cecilia to put the cuffs on Lisa. She began with her 
friend’s wrists, encircling her arms with the leather and buckling the restraints 
into place. The short chains hung loosely, but Burnside planned to hook them to 
the legs of the punishment horse momentarily. Cecilia bent down to repeat the 
process for Lisa’s ankles, encircling her legs with the leather straps and buckling 
them into place.

Burnside sharply tapped the punishment horse with the switch. Lisa directed 
another frightened glance towards Cecilia and reluctantly approached the bench. 
Burnside placed her hand in the middle of Lisa’s back and pressed her forward. 
As she draped herself over the punishment bench, letting her arms and legs hang 
freely, Lisa was dumbfounded by what was happening. Why…why was she 
letting the professor do this to her?

Cecilia began to feel a familiar warm burning and wetness between her legs as she 
watched the overly confident Californian gracefully draped over the punishment 
bench. She had long, beautiful legs and a truly lovely bottom. Her shapely 
bottom-cheeks were quivering slightly, making them all that much more sexy.

Burnside badly wanted to rub Lisa’s bottom and tease her between her legs, but 
figured that she was pushing the girl hard enough as it was. She quickly clipped 
Lisa’s cuffs to metal rings welded to the legs of the punishment bench, and thus 
immobilized her.

Burnside moved in front of Lisa, cruelly slashing the air with the switch.

“Lisa, my understanding is that you wanted to give Ken a full criminal’s 
punishment of 50 strokes. Is that true?”

Lisa shook with fear. Yes, that was indeed what she was planning to do. She 
struggled to catch her breath as she nodded.

“Please answer me properly. I don’t accept you moving your head around as an 
adequate response.”

“Y…yes ma’am. I…I was gonna…h…hit him 50 times.”

Interesting, thought Cecilia. She’s never called anyone ma’am before.

Burnside slashed the switch through the air as she continued:

“My…my…my… Fifty times. A bit extreme, don’t you think? Maybe, now that 
you face 50 strokes instead of him, perhaps that might be a bit severe?”

“I…I…’spose so, ma’am.”

“Well, the deal is, whatever I’m giving you is what I’ll allow you to give him. 
You’re not doing anything to him that you haven’t experienced first. Do you 
understand me?”

“Yes…M…ma’am.”

“You’re calling me ‘ma’am’ now, aren’t you? How fascinating. You weren’t 
calling me that a few minutes ago. I suppose our changed circumstances has made 
you re-assess how you should address me?”

“Y…yes…M…ma’am.”

“Very well. Here’s a few more facts about punishment in Upper Danubia. 
Criminals get 50 strokes when they’re over 18. Minors, people under 18, also can 
get the switch, but the maximum punishment for a minor is just 25 strokes. I think 
that’s what we’ll do. We’ll start you out as a minor and I’ll stop at 25 strokes. 
Then I’ll give you the choice of whether or not we shall continue.”

Burnside stepped off to one side and measured her distance. Then she calmly and 
expertly drew back and laid a fearsome blow across the base of Lisa’s bottom, 
marking both sides with a straight, even line that quickly darkened.

“Uh…uh…oh…my God…”

“Kinda hurts, doesn’t it? Now I don’t want you making a bunch of noise. If you 
want to play the Danubian criminal, you will make it a point of honor to stay 
quiet. We got 24 to go…or 49, if you so desire.”

Even after just one stroke, it was obvious from the expression in Lisa’s face that 
she’d be damn lucky to make it to 25 strokes. 50 strokes was out of the question.

Burnside twisted back and laid a second harsh blow, very close to the first stroke. 
Lisa gasped and grunted. Already she was clenching her teeth and tears were 
flowing down her cheeks. The professor paused, waited for the line to darken, and 
struck again. She leisurely struck Lisa a fourth and fifth time, each stroke laid 
perfectly parallel to its predecessor and almost, but not quite touching it. 

By the end of the fifth stroke, Lisa had a solid band of pain, about two inches 
wide, crossing the lower part of her unprotected bottom. Her legs were shaking 
and her buttocks were quivering. Burnside stopped to take up position in front of 
her.

“What you will notice is that I’m laying the strokes perfectly parallel and not 
crossing them. When you use the switch, you have to be very careful to minimize 
crossing the strokes so you don’t make your victim bleed. You have a lovely 
bottom, and I wouldn’t want to do anything that would permanently mark it, 
right?”

“Uh…Ahh…Uh…Yes ma’am.”

“Very well. We’re pausing a bit to let what we’ve done so far sink in. I want you 
to feel the punishment, so I can break you with fewer strokes. I think that’s a 
misconception about a severe punishment like this. I plan to break you, but I want 
to do it with as little injury to your body as I can. That’s why I need to spread out 
the strokes, to make each one count and let the passing of time, not additional 
blows, wear down your resistance. I’m under the impression you didn’t 
understand that when you were planning to switch your boyfriend. Now, I’m 
going to continue. You’ve got a nice red strip across your bottom. I’m going to be 
adding strokes above in the same pattern: parallel, very close together, but not 
touching each other.”

Burnside slowly worked her way up Lisa’s bottom to the top of her crack. She 
took nearly 10 minutes methodically laying 10 strokes to cover all of Lisa’s 
backside with cruel reddish lines. Sweat trickled down Lisa’s body and her voice 
was breaking as she desperately tried to breathe without screaming. Burnside 
stopped for a minute to admire her work. Then, tapping the switch in her hand she 
addressed Lisa again.

“OK. That’s the first part of the punishment, covering your entire butt with one 
layer of welts. Now comes the fun part, the strokes that’ll break you. The way I’ll 
be doing that is going to be to start with a nice severe stroke at the very upper part 
of each thigh. The next stroke will be in that tender spot where your thigh ends 
and your bottom-cheek begins. From my experience, that’s the one that usually 
gets a girl screaming, because there’s a lot of nerve endings there. It’s a sensitive 
area. Then I’ll have six more strokes to distribute around your sore bottom.”

Burnside had read Lisa perfectly. She struck hard at the tender skin that joined the 
girl’s left thigh with her bottom, setting off a high-pitched scream. The scream 
died down to desperate sobbing. There was another scream when Burnside struck 
the other side in the same spot. There were only six strokes to go, but Lisa now 
was broken. She screamed each time the switch landed and sobbed loudly in 
between.

Cecilia’s feelings about the entire affair were complex. On the one hand her heart 
went out to Lisa, who was suffering horribly and undergoing a very traumatic 
experience. Her self-assuredness was gone, along with the over-confidence that 
landed her into her situation in the first place. She had learned the hard way that 
no, just because the professor was a fellow dominatrix did not mean Lisa could 
treat her as an equal.

At another level Cecilia was glad to see Lisa being so humbled. The Californian’s 
arrogant attitude had irritated her, and it would be nice to see it go away for a 
while. Also, Burnside had saved Ken from Lisa’s unreasonable expectation that 
he could tolerate 50 strokes. There was no way Lisa could withstand anything 
more than 25 welts, so that would be the maximum that Ken would have to 
endure.

Burnside laid the final six welts across the middle of Lisa’s already marked 
bottom. The new welts, laid on top of old ones, quickly turned dark and looked 
very painful. Lisa was sobbing uncontrollably, but Burnside showed no sign of 
being ready to release her. Instead she walked around the punishment bench in 
circles, slashing the switch through the air.

“OK. That’s the punishment a minor gets in Upper Danubia. Is that going to be 
good enough for you, or would you like to continue with a full adult’s 
punishment?”

“Ahh…Uh…Please…ma’am…I…I’ll stop…please…enough…it hurts so 
bad…Ah…”

“Then you understand that’ll be the cut-off when you punish your boyfriend. 25 
strokes. That’s it. You understand that, right?”

“Yes…ma’am…I understand.”

“OK, Cecilia. You take it from here. Go ahead and release her. She’ll need you to 
comfort her, so please hold her and be patient.”

“Yes, Dr. Burnside.”

Cecilia unclipped the hooks that attached Lisa’s cuffs to the punishment horse, 
and then grabbed her arm and helped her stand up. Lisa truly was broken, her face 
distorted with misery and pain. That switching was more painful than anything 
she could have imagined and left her completely traumatized. The Californian fell 
into Cecilia’s arms, still sobbing uncontrollably. Burnside went to the kitchen to 
get a glass of water, which she brought out and set on a buffet in Cecilia’s sight. 
As soon as Lisa stopped crying Cecilia would try to get her to drink, which would 
help calm her nerves.

Cecilia thought that Lisa’s sobbing would go on forever, as she struggled to 
support the weight of the taller woman leaning against her. Finally she managed 
to calm down. The glass of water calmed her down even more. Burnside directed 
Cecilia to take Lisa to the guest bedroom and let her lie down for a few minutes to 
recover. Once Lisa was safely deposited on the bed, lying face down, Cecilia took 
a better look at her badly marked bottom. The final strokes, crossing the earlier 
ones, had left brutal-looking dark red lines across the middle of her backside. 
Cecilia flinched at the sight of the cruel marks and decided to offer Lisa the 
opportunity to exchange her skirt for freshman’s tight jeans to ease the pressure 
on her welts when they left Burnside’s house. 

Cecilia returned to the living room. Burnside offered her another cup of tea, 
which she nervously accepted. She was not sure what to say to her professor. 
There was nothing about what had happened to Lisa that particularly surprised 
her, but still, it was very unnerving to actually witness it.

Burnside’s mood had shifted. She calmly talked about the upcoming party, 
signaling her gratitude that Cecilia and Jason had offered to help out. Of course 
Lisa and Ken were still welcome to help as well. Burnside promised that she 
would give Lisa a half hour to punish Ken, starting at about 1:30.

“She’s earned it, and I’m not one to go back on my word. If she shows up, I’ll set 
aside the time for her.”

A few minutes later, Cecilia returned to the guest bedroom to wake up Lisa and 
get ready to go back to Huntington Hall. At first Lisa sullenly refused Cecilia’s 
offer to lend her the skirt she was wearing, but the moment she felt her tight jeans 
pressing on her welts, she changed her mind. Cecilia took off her skirt and passed 
it to Lisa, and then put on the jeans. She had to roll up the legs to accommodate 
the long pants on her own short legs. Fortunately Lisa’s waist was only slightly 
bigger than her own, so the pants did not look too bad on her. The two women left 
Burnside’s house and made their way back to the university. Cecilia had a 
comment:

“You understand that Dr. Burnside had to do that to you. You didn’t give her any 
choice, ‘cause she’s not takin’ attitude from a freshman. You understand that, 
don’t you?”

Lisa gave Cecilia a hostile look, but didn’t say anything. Cecilia continued.

“So, anyhow…you still bringin’ Ken to the party and whippin’ his ass?”

“Oh yeah, I’m bringing him. I didn’t go through all that for nothing.”

----------

Two days later the students prepared to return to Burnside’s house. Cecilia took 
control of the expedition, sharply explaining what was going to happen and how, 
since there were four of them, they would divide the work. The guys would take 
care of anything having to do with moving heavy items at the beginning and the 
end. Lisa and Ken would serve drinks to the crowd, while Cecilia and Jason 
would concentrate their efforts in the kitchen. There was another detail that 
Cecilia decided to take care of before they left Huntington Hall; the shaving of 
their pubic hair. She told the men to go to the bathrooms and shave, while she 
snapped her fingers at Lisa and ordered her into the women’s shower for the same 
thing.

The two women stood next to each other in the shower as they shaved off their 
hair. They inspected each other to make sure neither missed any spots. Of course 
Lisa’s backside still was badly marked from the welts she had received two days 
before, but to Cecilia the marks complemented her friend's attractive body. Lisa 
was very sexy, especially with the added detail of the purplish lines crossing her 
shapely bottom. Lisa, on the other hand, was not at all thrilled about the pending 
public display of the markings. She didn’t know what to make of the RA’s 
comment: “those markings look good on you.”

Cecilia called all three freshmen into her room. Then she ordered them to stand 
straight and listen up.

“OK, tonight’s gonna be a bit weird, but I think we can have some fun with it. But 
there’s somethin’ I want you three to understand. As far as you’re concerned, I’m 
the one who’s runnin’ the show. I’m takin’ orders from Dr. Burnside and then 
passin’ them along to you. You got any problems, you’re tellin’ me, not her. And 
if any of you don’t do what I tell you, I’m gonna fuck up your night, and I 
guarantee that. You three get it?”

Jason and Ken immediately responded “Yes, Cecilia.” 

Cecilia gave Lisa a cold look. “Lisa?”

“Yes, Cecilia, I get it.”

A few minutes later the four students were on their way to Burnside’s house in 
Ken’s car. As soon as the students entered, Cecilia took charge. She asked 
Burnside for paper bags to put their clothing into, and then casually undressed 
along with the others. The Dominican then ordered Lisa and Ken to carry the bags 
to the back bedroom, while she picked up the bondage cuffs from a coffee table 
they were laid out on. 

Burnside watched saying nothing. Instead she quietly enjoyed Cecilia’s display of 
confidence and dominance. The scholarship student directed Jason to put the cuffs 
on Lisa and Ken, and finally on herself. Then she put the final set of cuffs on 
Jason. She then asked Burnside what items she wanted to remain in the living 
room and which ones needed to be taken to the back bedrooms. Upon getting the 
professor’s response, the two guys began moving the furniture. The three women 
stood watching them for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of the muscles in their 
bare bodies straining and their penises jiggling as they moved one heavy piece 
after another out of the living room.

Cecilia and Lisa set up in the kitchen, but ultimately Cecilia wanted Lisa to serve 
the guests so that everyone could see her punished backside. She would keep 
Jason in the kitchen with her to assist in preparing drinks and organizing serving 
trays. She also would have him wash dirty dishes as they came back in, in order to 
cut down on that task once the party ended.

The four freshmen hung up Mardi Gras streamers and various glittery decorations 
while Burnside changed into her favorite fetish outfit, the one that looked like a 
leather two-piece swimsuit from the front, but left her almost completely exposed 
from the back. 

Dr. Halsey showed up in an outfit that looked like a leather police uniform. He 
handed the hostess a gift, gave her a very sharp slap on the bottom, and asked how 
his naughty birthday girl was doing. Cecilia thought to herself, hmm…naughty 
birthday girl. I wonder if that’s gonna mean anything later on…

As the guests started coming in, Cecilia directed the three freshmen to gather up 
coats to take to the back rooms. The students made a very strange sight, three 
freshmen, all of them wearing absolutely nothing but metal collars and bondage 
cuffs, being directed by an equally naked sophomore. Another detail that made 
the sight so strange was the fact that Cecilia was by far the smallest in stature of 
the four students, but clearly the one in charge.

Once the guests were safely accommodated in the house, Cecilia and Jason went 
to the kitchen, leaving Lisa and Ken to shuttle trays of drinks and empty glasses to 
and from the living room. With ruthless efficiency Cecilia took charge of mixing 
the drinks by jumping from blender to blender, quickly distributing the contents 
into waiting glasses, and reloading ingredients for the next batch. Meanwhile she 
kept Jason very busy loading trays and cleaning dirty glasses. Burnside later 
would comment that Cecilia ran the most efficient operation in the kitchen she 
had ever seen at one of her parties.

----------

Burnside and her lover Jim Halsey commanded the evening, obviously enjoying 
themselves in their roles of mistress and master of the strange group of fetish 
enthusiasts gathered in the house. They always provided some form of pain-
related entertainment, as well as directed guests experimenting with Burnside’s 
large collection of discipline implements. 

Cecilia did not have the chance to see Burnside in action that night, because she 
had chosen kitchen duty for herself and her boyfriend. However, Lisa got a 
chance to see Burnside close-up. She was impressed by the older woman’s 
charisma, but even more impressed by her ability to balance play-acting with 
maintaining tight control over 200 adults. Burnside set the mood in the over-sized 
living room and somehow, just through her presence, made the party what it was. 
She knew how to distinguish between wanted and unwanted sexual degradation 
and kept a close eye to make sure no play-acting crossed the line. Above all, she 
was concerned about safety and quickly intervened in any situation she thought 
might risk injury to a guest. That was to be expected, but the way she did it, using 
the subtle force of her personality to avoid offending anyone truly impressed her 
student.

At about 11:00 p.m. Dr. Halsey took his lover’s hand, led her to a raised platform, 
and called out to the group.

“Attention! Attention!…As most of you know, Ruth’s birthday is coming up. 
She’ll be 38 years young next week.”

There was a loud cheer from the room.

“So, ladies and gentlemen, what do you propose we should do about it?”

“Birthday spanking!” shouted several people in the room. Suddenly the entire 
room began shouting:

“SPANK!… SPANK!… SPANK!… SPANK!… SPANK!…”

Halsey placed his hands on his lover’s shoulders and gently turned her around, 
placing her uncovered backside on display.

“Yes, indeed. I would say the owner of this lovely bottom has been quite naughty 
over the past year. I don’t know. 38 swats…doesn’t seem like too much for this 
lovely bottom. Perhaps…perhaps we should make it a double-dose…38 nice 
sharp spanks on each side instead?”

The room started chanting “DOUBLE DOSE!… DOUBLE DOSE!… DOUBLE 
DOSE!…”

Cecilia and Jason, upon hearing the chanting of “SPANK!… SPANK!… 
SPANK!…” left the kitchen to see what was going on. They pushed their way 
through the crowd, who stepped aside to let the student hosts slip by. Then they 
saw their professor, her attractive bottom on full display and the crowd chanting 
its approval of the upcoming discipline session.

From the reaction of Burnside and the interaction with the crowd, Cecilia could 
tell that the birthday spanking was an annual event. Ever since they started their 
relationship, the two professors publicly spanked each other close to their 
birthdays. Burnside got her spanking in March, while Halsey got his in July. In 
both cases they were relatively mild over-the-lap hand spankings, although this 
year Halsey had decided to give his lover a double-dose to put some color in her 
bottom. Of course paybacks are hell, and there was no question he would face a 
double dose in July.

The older man sat down in a wooden chair and drew the middle-aged woman 
across his lap. The room fell completely silent. Burnside closed her eyes, but from 
the expression on her face Cecilia could tell that she was enjoying the experience. 
Halsey began a spanking Burnside with a double-slap, one swat on each side, 
which counted for one year of Burnside’s life. 

SLAP!…SLAP!… 

The crowd began counting:

“ONE!”

SLAP!…SLAP!…

“TWO!”

SLAP!…SLAP!…

“THREE!…”

Cecilia watched the entire affair with absolute fascination. She never could have 
imagined her fearsome professor meekly going over anyone’s lap, much less 
enjoying it. She also had not really noticed how attractive Burnside’s body was. 
For a woman who was 38, the professor had done a fantastic job keeping herself 
in shape.

Cecilia felt the wetness and burning building between her legs. Her heart pounded 
and she began to sweat as she realized that she was intensely aroused by the scene 
that she was witnessing. Somehow, the sight of her professor submissively lying 
across her lover’s lap, her red bottom on display to a room full of cheering 
spectators, drove her sexual instincts wild erotic desire. She badly wanted to be on 
that platform, but couldn’t figure out whether she wanted exchange places with 
Burnside, or exchange places with Halsey, with Burnside’s body draped over her 
lap and the woman’s firm red bottom bouncing under the vicious slaps of her 
hand.

Cecilia desperately resisted the urge to slip her fingers between her legs. That 
would only make things worse, and, even though the room was dark, certain to be 
noticed. Instead she grabbed Jason, noticing that he seemed aroused by 
Burnside’s spanking as well.

SLAP!…SLAP!

“THIRTY EIGHT!”

Finally the spanking ended, with Burnside’s bottom deep red from having 
endured 76 full-force slaps. She stood up, turned her back to her cheering 
spectators, and bent over. Dang, thought Cecilia to herself. That woman sure isn’t 
shy. She’s as bad as Jason…

The hot burning between Cecilia’s legs only intensified. She wasn’t going to be 
able to go back to the kitchen, not in that condition. There was only one solution, 
however risky it might be. She grabbed Jason’s hand and led him to the spare 
bedroom. The bed was piled high with coats, which she dislodged with a huge 
push that sent them tumbling to the floor. She ripped back the cover and jumped 
on. Without saying a word, she reached up and grabbed Jason’s hair, forcing his 
face between her legs.

Jason knew better than to second-guess his duty to her. When she was this 
uncontrollable, there was only one thing he could do. He had to make her climax 
so she could calm down. He dutifully began cleaning the wet juices of her arousal 
from around her vulva. He then inserted his tongue into her vagina, massaging 
and cleaning her, before finally moving on to her clitoris. She gasped with delight, 
but grabbed his hair and pulled on it as he continued licking her juices and 
striving to satisfy her.

Jason pulled his head up to catch his breath, and noticed a box of condoms sitting 
on the dresser. He spoke to Cecilia with a voice of authority that slightly unsettled 
her.

“Cecilia, I want you on your elbows and knees, properly presented to me. I want 
your bottom up and completely spread. Now it’s my turn.”

Seeing Burnside spanked and then tasting Cecilia’s arousal in his mouth made 
Jason totally hard. He had a condom on within seconds, and then paused to enjoy 
the sight of the Dominican’s exquisite bottom before entering her. He ran his hand 
over her lovely brown skin for a few moments, but then grabbed her thighs and 
pushed in. He thrust and thrust, as she squealed with delight and their sweat 
dripped onto the sheets. 

Finally they calmed down and separated. Cecilia suddenly remembered their 
abandoned service in the kitchen. “Shit! We gotta get the drinks going!”

Reeking of sex, the two naked students pushed through the crowd to get back to 
the kitchen, where Lisa and Ken were waiting for them.

“Where the fuck have you…”

Suddenly everyone’s eyes went to Jason’s crotch. He still was wearing his 
condom. Definitely it was not one of his most dignified moments…

----------

About an hour after midnight came the final public event of the Mardi Gras party. 
Burnside, still dressed in her revealing outfit, took the stage to announce Lisa’s 
punishment of Ken. It was a bizarre turn of events for the guests, because never 
had any student hosts ever actively participated in the fetish demonstrations. Also 
of interest were the remnants of Lisa’s two-day old welts, which contrasted with 
Ken’s unmarked body. Ken and Jason moved the punishment bench into place on 
the platform, while Burnside and Lisa stood in front. Burnside introduced Lisa 
and announced that she would be giving a demonstration with the Danubian 
police switch. The professor briefly described the Danubian justice system for the 
benefit of the guests who had not seen her demonstration back in October, and 
added the detail that minors were only punished with 25 strokes instead of 50. She 
then ordered Lisa to turn around and present her bottom for the guests to view. 
She explained that the welts on Lisa’s backside were administered two days 
before but still were visible.

The moment came for the introduction of Ken. He seemed reluctant to present 
himself to the view of the crowd. His posture indicated what was wrong: he was 
hunched over, trying to hide an erection. It was obvious that he was horribly 
embarrassed. It was equally obvious that Ruth Burnside had no patience for 
people who, through their own actions, had landed themselves in humiliating 
circumstances. This idiot is going to face the music, she thought sourly. She 
stepped back, grabbed his arm, and shook him to force his hands away from his 
penis.

“You got yourself into this, and we don’t have time to deal with your bullshit,” 
she snarled into his ear. “Now you are going to stand up straight and show 
yourself to the guests. I think everyone here has seen a boner before, and now 
they’ll get to see yours.”

Ken stood before the cheering audience with his face beet-red, and his penis 
sticking straight out to the amusement of everyone present. Burnside added to his 
misery by calmly explaining to the room that for some masochistic men, fear is an 
aphrodisiac. Ken’s misfortune worsened as his intense humiliation made him even 
harder. When Lisa slashed the switch in front of his face, his penis began bobbing 
up and down, to the delight of the spectators. There was a final indignity awaiting 
him when Burnside forced him to turn sideways, to allow the crowd to admire his 
erection from the side.

In spite of her own situation, Lisa’s internal desires and the pending fulfillment of 
a longtime fantasy began to release the inner animal in her soul. She grabbed 
Ken’s collar and jerked him over to the punishment horse. He had a hard time 
positioning himself because of his intense erection, but finally he managed to 
push it to the side enough to be able to scoot forward and turn his bottom up. Lisa 
hooked his cuffs to the legs of the bench, immobilizing him and forcing him to 
spread his legs. She gently massaged his bottom, enjoying the feel of his sweaty, 
trembling skin. You’re gonna get it, Ken, she thought to herself.

Lisa stepped aside and cleared her mind as she tapped the switch against the base 
of Ken’s bottom. She planned to use the same technique on Ken that Burnside had 
used on her. She would start with fifteen even parallel strokes going from the base 
of Ken’s bottom to the top, then lay the four strokes across the extreme upper part 
of his thighs to break him, and distribute the final six strokes across in the center 
to drive home the lesson. 

She laid on the first stroke, striking hard and leaving an even reddish line across 
the base of both bottom cheeks. The room was absolutely silent as she struck 
again and again, slowly widening the red band of solid pain marking her victim’s 
backside. About 10 minutes and fifteen strokes later, Lisa paused to study the 
rising welts on her boyfriend. She had struck as hard as Burnside would have 
struck, but so far Ken had managed to stay quiet. We’ll see about that, you little 
bastard, thought Lisa to herself. She still had 10 stroke to go, and those were the 
ones that would cross the strokes she already had given him.

The pain Ken felt was far more intense than anything he had previously 
experienced. He was enjoying the experience however. The pain was so absolute 
that he felt like his soul was being cleansed, and felt that he could clear his mind 
of everything except the intense physical sensations of the moment. He also was 
faced with the challenge of not screaming, which was something he had set as a 
personal goal. No matter how hard Lisa hit, he was determined not to scream. It 
would be a victory over both her and his own weaknesses if he could take such a 
savage beating and not make any noise.

In the end, it was Ken who got what he wanted out of the beating, not Lisa. His 
bottom was in bad shape, crisscrossed with ugly purplish lines and blood blisters, 
but throughout the ordeal he managed to stay quiet. Lisa landed the 25th stroke 
and felt despair at the fact that her opportunity to break him had come and gone. 
He was not broken, and when she released him and they bowed to the crowd, it 
was him, not her, who they were cheering.

There was an intense sexual rush he was feeling at the moment that he desperately 
needed to satisfy. As soon as the cheering died down and they left the platform, 
Ken grabbed Lisa’s hand and led her to the spare bedroom. The searing heat in his 
backside aroused him tremendously. He just had to take her. His senses out of 
control, he desperately kissed her. She quickly responded: her own instincts 
blocking out the recent humiliation of not having managed to force him to cry. 
She passionately pressed into him and ran her hands over his welt-covered bottom 
cheeks. As soon as she squeezed that sensitive area, his erection hardened. He 
pushed her on the mattress and enjoyed one of the best orgasms of his life as the 
searing heat from the switching pushed him to continue pumping semen into her.

Burnside knew what Lisa and Ken were doing, but was willing to excuse them for 
a while. She knew what it was to be caught up in a passionate high from the 
mixture of pleasure and pain. The sexual desire could be all-consuming and 
blocked out everything else in life. She knew that reality from her own 
experiences, so she actually was pleased to see how something as simple as a 
punishment could bring such intense erotic excitement into the lives of the two 
freshmen. Let them have their break and their fulfillment as a couple. 

Anyhow, it was time to wind down the party, so the professor informed Cecilia 
that she was not to mix any more alcoholic drinks. Jason took the place of Lisa 
and Ken, moving about the living room with non-alcoholic beverages and 
collecting used glasses. Shortly thereafter Lisa and Ken re-appeared, just in time 
to help pass out coats to guests as they departed.

With four people to do the job, the cleanup went relatively quickly. Cecilia’s 
efficiency continued to serve the group as she organized the others into an 
assembly-line to clear out the living room and then attend to the dishes. She 
stayed behind in the kitchen to finish cleaning it while the three freshmen moved 
the furniture back to its proper place. They were dressed and out the door by 3:30, 
the earliest that any group of student hosts had managed to make it out of 
Burnside’s house after one of her parties.

----------

Cecilia noticed, over the following week, that her efforts to help her professor at 
her Mardi Gras party had paid off. The change in Burnside’s attitude her was 
subtle, but it was real. Cecilia was relieved. Anything to make her life easier…


