The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC

(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 12 - Mardi Gras

Amy found that she was actually enjoying economics more and more as the 
Spring semester progressed. She had been right about taking the two classes with 
Burnside. She knew what to expect from Burnside, which she found comforting in 
a strange way. Burnside might have given her an approving nod to see her 
enrolled in two of her classes, but Amy knew that meant that Burnside expected 
more from her, not less. For the first time in her life, Amy had found a role-model 
whom she wanted to impress. Economics was a tough subject, and Amy had 
never been good at math. She spent hours each week with Wendy going over the 
difficult equations needed for her economics classes, but slowly the theories and 
formulas in Burnside's lectures started to make sense to her.

Amy's dedication to her economics classes forced her to reduce her photo shoot 
schedule with Suzanne. Suzanne was perfectly willing to delay several photo 
shoots until the summer, and step aside to let Amy throw herself into her studies. 
Suzanne reflected that Amy had come a long way in just a year. When she had 
first met Amy, Suzanne thought of her as little more than a teenager who had 
some seriousness knocked into her by a bad experience. Amy had changed from 
that. She had matured and had real potential.

Ruth Burnside also noticed the change in Amy. The first face to face encounter 
between Amy and her professor, a confrontation in her office over a plagiarized 
term paper, was totally forgotten. Amy now did excellent work.

Burnside suddenly decided to do something for Amy that she almost never did for 
an undergraduate; she e-mailed Amy to invite her and Wendy to her annual Mardi 
Gras party, this time as guests. The theme would be the same as the Halloween 
Party, a BDSM costume party. If she and Wendy wanted to come they would 
have to wear decent outfits. That was the only condition, Burnside emphasized. 
Amy immediately e-mailed back. "Thanks for the invite. I'll be there for sure! I'll 
try to get Wendy to come also."

Amy had a harder time choosing an outfit than Wendy. Wendy had a skin-tight 
shiny black Japanese jumpsuit which would be perfect for her. A pair of black 
high-heeled shoes and a black riding crop completed her costume. Amy even 
managed to convince Wendy not to wear anything under her jumpsuit.

Amy was stuck between wanting to go in a Mardi Gras style outfit or a BDSM 
outfit. Finally she settled on going as a nurse. She found an old white nurse's dress 
and hat at a used clothing store. She shortened the skirt so that it ended just 
slightly below her crotch. She bought a pair of white silk stockings that came 
halfway up her thighs. She decided that she would shave and go pantyless. She 
felt incredibly daring as she felt the thrill of the cool air on her upper thighs and 
between her legs when trying on her outfit. Amy stood in the mirror looking at 
herself. She was all in white, except her upper thighs, which were bare. She felt 
that she never looked sexier in her life. Amy's accessories included an old 
stethoscope, a pocket of empty syringes, and an enema bottle and tube hooked to 
her belt.

There was an early midterm in both of Burnside's classes a couple of days before 
the party. Amy suspected that Burnside had scheduled the tests early in the hope 
of recruiting hosts or hostesses for her party. This time Amy had studied hard and 
was confident going into both tests. She was determined to be Burnside's guest, 
not her hostess.

During one of the midterms, Amy noticed the guy sitting next to her looking over 
onto her paper, as well as onto the paper of the guy sitting on his other side. He 
was handsome, but was an arrogant fraternity type of the sort that did not interest 
Amy. The second time he peeked onto Amy's paper, she gave him a cold stare and 
twisted in her seat to keep him from seeing her answers.

"Stupid bitch." mumbled the frat guy. Amy was furious at her neighbor. No 
wonder Suzanne freaked at the slightest hint of plagiarism. Why was she a "stupid 
bitch" just because she didn't want someone else copying her test?

Amy's neighbor twisted to the other side look at his other neighbor's paper. The 
other guy was just as irritated as was Amy, and a bit more vocal. "Look, shithead, 
do your own fucking work."

Burnside looked over to the three students. She had heard the other guy's 
comment. Amy's eyes met Burnside's. Amy quickly moved her eyes in the 
direction of her neighbor, then back to Burnside's face. Burnside nodded slightly. 
YES!! Looks like Burnside has herself a host for her party, thought Amy to 
herself.

Two days later Burnside returned the tests. Amy was sitting next to the same 
fraternity guy. Burnside's student aide handed him an empty manila folder. Amy 
smiled wickedly. The guy gave her a sharp look.

"What's so funny?" he snapped.

"You'll find out."

That night Amy e-mailed Burnside. "The guy sitting next to me insulted me 
during the test. Will he be hosting for you?"

Burnside responded. "Elaborate".

"He called me a 'stupid bitch' when I wouldn't let him see my test."

"Then he will need an attitude adjustment as well as a lesson in academic 
integrity. Be at my place at 5:30. That should give you enough time to work with 
him before the party starts. -Burnside-"

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Amy and Wendy showed up at Burnside's house at 5:30. Wendy's face was 
heavily made up to emphasize her Asian features. She looked great in her tight 
black jumpsuit. The curves of her thin body were clearly visible under her outfit. 
Amy felt wonderful in her sexy nurse outfit, but she could tell that Wendy was 
nervous about facing Burnside again.

"Relax." said Amy. "You're not even in her class anymore. Besides, didn't she tell 
both of us that she actually learned something from our paper? You won't hear 
that from Burnside too often."

As they walked from Wendy's car to Burnside's door, Amy felt the cold winter air 
blowing against her bare thighs and up her skirt on her bare bottom. She could tell 
that she had goose bumps on her bottom and thighs. She was incredibly aroused.

When Burnside opened the door she was again in outfit. This time her students 
were not shocked. The professor looked over Amy and Wendy approvingly and 
invited them in. The living room was decorated differently than for Halloween. 
There were glittery decorations everywhere on the walls, punctuated with fake 
flowers and strings of beads.

This time Burnside had her leather switch in her hand and was dressed in a one-
piece leather outfit. From the front it looked something like a black swimsuit, but 
in the back it was cut very high. A thin string of leather running between 
Burnside's tanned bottom cheeks and halfway up her back was the only covering 
that she had below her waist in the back. She has a nice bottom, in spite of her 
age, thought Amy.

Amy, for the first time, was able to appreciate how sexy Ruth Burnside truly was. 
Burnside was over 40, but had not done anything to attempt to conceal her age. 
Her hair was just starting to go gray, and anyone standing close to Burnside 
would see wrinkles starting to form around her eyes. Burnside had not taken any 
artificial steps to hide what was happening to her body, but in a natural way, it 
was obvious she was determined to stay as healthy as possible for as long as 
possible. Her body was toned and hardened from years of intense physical 
exercise. Burnside had a figure that many younger women would have envied and 
her whole demeanor demonstrated her excellent health and confidence in herself. 

The detail about Burnside that made her truly sexy, however, was not her 
physique, nor even her erotic outfit; it was the intense eroticism in her eyes and 
her expression. In class Ruth Burnside pushed an image of harshness and severity. 
In her own environment, she exuded the same harshness, but it was mixed with 
her love of sex and of exploring all the physical sensations that a human body 
could experience. Burnside knew her own body much better than most women. 
Time and time again she had pushed herself to her physical limits as she explored 
her world in which pain constantly intersected with intense pleasure. It was that 
confidence in herself, and in her ability to help others explore their outer limits of 
intense sexuality, that was reflected in Burnside's eyes. Her expression was that of 
a person who had "been there".

Amy's and Wendy's attentions were quickly diverted from Burnside's bottom. 
Standing at the back of the living room were three naked male students. They 
were facing the wall and had their hands behind their heads. They already were 
wearing Burnside's servant uniform, metal cuffs and temporary tattoos around 
their upper arms and thighs. Each had a backward baseball cap on his head. Their 
legs were slightly more than shoulder-width apart and Amy could catch a glimpse 
of the backs of their testicles between their legs. Two of the trio had 16 dark 
reddish stripes on their bottoms and were shifting uncomfortably from side to 
side, sighing every so often. The bottom of the third student was still white.

"Bill, turn around please." said Burnside, with a mocking sweetness in her voice. 
"There's someone here to see you."

The guy who still had a white butt turned around. He was Amy's neighbor from 
the midterm. His eyes met hers. His face, already red, turned a shade darker. A 
look of panic went through his face. He looked at the floor.

"Hey! I didn't tell you to look down!" snapped Amy. "Look me in the eye! You 
don't call me a 'stupid bitch' and then look away! What's wrong with you? You're 
not proud that you said that to me?"

Burnside smiled approvingly at Amy. Her student had made a good start dealing 
with this frat punk.

Bill reluctantly gazed at Amy again. She looked into his face and smiled 
sarcastically. She scanned her eyes over his body. He was average height, and had 
a fairly good build. His legs and chest were deeply tanned, but he was white 
between his knees and waist. There was a small amount of hair on his chest and 
some on his calves. His pubic hair was gone. Bill's penis and balls were average 
sized, but shaved he looked like more like a little boy.

Bill looked like he was going to be sick. He could not believe how humiliating all 
this was. His fraternity initiation had been nowhere close to this, and the night 
was just starting...

Burnside walked up to Bill. She pinched his chin and forced him to look at her. 
"You'll be getting it from me for thinking that you could cheat on my midterm 
later on. But first you're getting it from Amy. That's why I saved you for last. You 
do NOT call a fellow student a 'stupid bitch' in my class. Now turn around and put 
your hands on your knees."

Burnside's eyes shined with that weird expression she always had when she was 
aroused. She ran her hand over Bill's bottom. She slipped her hand between his 
legs. Suddenly he clenched his bottom cheeks and twisted slightly. She slapped 
him hard.

"Look, you little cheating punk! If I want to put my hand there, I will put my hand 
there! You will do what I tell you or tomorrow you're history as far as your career 
is concerned!"

Burnside reached between Bill's legs and squeezed the backs of his balls. "You're 
now getting a little something extra for not obeying me."

Suddenly she turned to Amy. "Amy, it looks like you want to play nurse tonight. 
OK. Do you know how to check a prostate gland?"

Amy shook her head no. Bill's eyes went wide with horror.

"It's simple. I'll show you. Wendy, you come over here too. Get three pairs of 
medical gloves and that tube of K-Y from the table."

Burnside showed Amy and Wendy how to put on the gloves. She dabbed a small 
amount of clear jelly on their fingertips. Then she ordered Bill to put his hands on 
the front of a chair and spread his legs. She pressed her left hand in the middle of 
his back to force his bottom to stick up. Bill's face was pure misery and 
humiliation.

With her right hand Burnside stuck a finger up Bill's bottom. He did not dare 
move. "See how I am positioning my hand? You'll feel the prostate if you put 
yours in the same way. You can touch it, but don't press too hard. Here, Wendy 
you try it." Burnside pulled her finger out.

Wendy's face reflected genuine curiosity. She shoved her finger up Bill's bottom-
hole. Burnside watched her. "Press in a little more. Do you feel it?" Wendy 
looked at Burnside and nodded as she found her target. She felt it for a few 
seconds and pulled her finger out.

Amy noticed that Bill had a furious erection. She reached down and quickly 
squeezed it to torment him even more. Burnside looked at Amy, then at Bill. 
"Some guys get off on this. Amy, you try it."

Amy let go of Bill's penis and shoved her finger up his bottom. She felt around 
the warm flesh of his intestines and found the small round gland. She gently 
traced it with her finger tip for a few seconds. Her curiosity satisfied, she pulled 
her hand out.

"Bill, stand up and turn around. Keep your hands at your side." snapped Burnside. 
"Now look at me."

Bill's penis stuck straight out. It bobbed up and down slightly. Bill looked like he 
was about to cry. Amy and Wendy had a hard time trying not to laugh.

Burnside moved her face close to Bill's. "Let this be a lesson to you, Bill. No 
matter how bad you think things are, I can always make them worse. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, Dr. Burnside." Bill's voice was barely audible. Gone was the smug way he 
talked in class.

"Now, get yourself cleaned up. You have 60 seconds."

Bill ran to the bathroom. He wiped himself off and returned almost immediately. 
Amy could tell that he was no longer just embarrassed, he was scared. He stood 
quietly waiting to see what would come next.

Burnside and Amy walked over the table of S&M implements. There was an 
assortment of paddles, crops, leather switches, straps, and martinets. Burnside 
suspected that Amy did not have any experience using any of these items, so she 
handed Amy a black leather paddle. The paddle's surface was oval shaped, about 
eight by six inches. The thick leather was stiff and heavy. Any swats from it 
would hurt, even wielded by someone inexperienced like Amy.

Burnside's eyes met Amy's. "He's all yours 'til you get tired of paddling him. Then 
he's mine."

Amy took the paddle and waved it to test its feel in her hand. Suddenly her eyes 
fell on a riding crop on the table. She had a wicked idea.

"Dr. Burnside, could I borrow that riding crop for a second?"

"That one takes some skill. I'd need to teach you how to use it."

"No, I want to use it for something else. I'll show you." Amy turned to Bill. "Bill, 
put your hands on your head. Spread your legs."

Amy began to caress the insides of Bill's thighs with the crop. "Bill, keep your 
eyes on me. And close your mouth. You look stupid with your mouth hanging 
open like that."

Amy lightly touched Bill's testicles with the crop. She massaged the tip around his 
penis. Wendy and Burnside watched with amusement as Bill's hard-on returned. 
He bobbed up and down as she massaged him with the implement. His face was 
pure humiliation. Finally he could not look at her any more. Amy snapped him 
between the legs with the crop. Bill jerked and struggled to stay upright.

"What do you think you're doing?! Look at me! Aren't you proud that you called 
me a 'stupid bitch'? Come on. Answer the question!"

Bill forced himself to look up at Amy. "No...I'm not proud..." he managed to get 
out.

Amy's eyes shined with joy. This was a totally new experience for her and she 
was loving every moment. To make this frat punk squirm with embarrassment, to 
have him as her plaything...This was fun! And the best was still ahead!

Amy set the crop down and picked up the paddle that Burnside had given her. She 
cruelly smiled to Bill as she held the implement out in front of her.

"Get over that leather bench. Spread your legs."

This was getting rougher and rougher on Bill. Bill had always had what he wanted 
from his girlfriends. He had always called the shots in his relationships. He was 
used to telling his girlfriends and everyone else what to do. Now, here was this 
pretty, petite classmate of his, same age, bossing him around and humiliating him. 
There was not a thing he could do about it, unless he wanted to get kicked out of 
school and be ineligible to apply anywhere else.

Bill struggled to get over the bench. His hard-on made it difficult. Finally he 
pushed it to one side and managed to get into position.

Amy massaged Bill's bottom. She moved her hand in front to tease him. It had 
been a year and a half since she had sex with anyone. The only person that had 
even remotely interested her had been her friend Robert, and that was only 
because her confused state of mind at the time she was staying with him. 
Suddenly she felt the urge, not only to punish Bill, but to force him to satisfy her 
sexually as well.

Amy studied the paddle. It was obvious that it was intended to be used to hit one 
bottom cheek at a time. Burnside had chosen it for Amy because it would give her 
maximum control over where she landed her swats. Amy positioned herself and 
gently rubbed Bill's bottom with the implement. He sighed with nervousness.

"This almost feels good, doesn't it?"

Suddenly she drew the paddle back. POP! Bill's right bottom cheek turned pink. 
Amy decided to hit again in the same spot. POP! The color darkened a bit. POP! 
Again in the same spot. Amy passed her hand over the pink area, fascinated that it 
felt warmer than the rest of Bill's bottom. She shifted to punish Bill's left cheek. 
POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Amy landed five quick hard swats on 
Bill's left side. She paused to enjoy the sight of Bill's left bottom cheek change 
color. She passed her hand over the pink zone. POP!... POP!... Amy landed two 
more swats on Bill's right bottom cheek to even the color on both sides.

"Bill, how old are you?" asked Amy.

Bill gasped. "Nineteen" he managed to get out.

"That's my age! You know what? I'll give you a birthday spanking. And I'll give 
you one for me as well. How does that sound? A birthday spanking for you on 
one cheek, and a birthday spanking for me on the other cheek."

Amy stepped to Bill's side so he could see her. "Bill, look at me. Doesn't that 
sound like a good idea?"

"...Yes...Amy"

Amy returned to her position behind Bill. She pondered whether to punish one 
side first, then the other, or do both sides at the same time. Finally she decided to 
punish one side at a time. She tapped the paddle on his right bottom cheek.

"Happy birthday, Bill"

POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Amy noticed Bill breathing more heavily.

POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... 
Amy thought that she could hear Bill grunt on the last couple of swats. For the 
final four, she decided to hit with all her strength. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!...

Amy thought that she could hear his voice break a little on the final swats, but that 
was not good enough. Amy touched the paddle to Bill's left bottom cheek. She 
paused.

"Bill, aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?"

Bill looked up. There were actually tears in his eyes. "Happy birthday, Amy" he 
managed to get out.

Amy nerved herself for the next part of Bill's ordeal. She had to get him to cry 
before finishing with him. Burnside would not respect her if Bill could get 
through this without crying. Full force, she laid into him. POP!... POP!... POP!... 
POP!... POP!... Suddenly Amy grabbed the swollen skin at the base of his bottom 
cheek and pinched it. She twisted the skin hard. Bill's voice broke. Amy resumed 
paddling. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... She noticed Bill's body shaking 
a bit. Amy hit with every bit of her strength. Sweat stained her nurse's dress and 
dripped from her forehead. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... Amy's efforts 
at last were rewarded, she heard Bill softly sob. POP!... POP!... POP!... POP!... 
Amy stopped, breathing heavily. Bill's bottom was a deep, blotchy pink.

"Bill, stand up and turn around!" Bill did as he was told. He faced the three 
women. Tears were running down his face.

Amy glanced over at Wendy. She could tell that Wendy was fascinated by what 
had just happened. She looked at Burnside. Burnside was totally aroused. She had 
that wild look in her eyes. That was not good news for Bill. If Burnside went over 
the edge switching him like she did with Wendy, Amy had no intention of 
intervening. Bill's well-being was not her problem.

Amy was incredibly wet between her legs. She had to relieve herself or she would 
go crazy before the party ended. She decided to subject Bill to yet another 
indignity before turning him over to Burnside.

"Dr. Burnside, do you have something to clip Bill's cuffs together?" Burnside 
turned to Wendy.

"Wendy, on the table. Get Amy a clip."

Wendy passed the clip to Amy. Amy ordered Bill to put his hands behind his 
back. She clipped them together. She took Bill by the arm. Bill knew that Amy 
had something else in store for him. He was totally terrified. Burnside and Wendy 
smiled at him.

"Get on your back on the floor!" Amy snapped to Bill. When Bill complied, he 
looked up and was shocked to see that Amy was not wearing panties, she was 
shaved, and totally wet. The sight of her aroused him and yet again he was hard. 
He stuck almost straight up. Amy looked down at Bill with disdain. "What's the 
matter, you never saw one of these before?" She lifted the front of her skirt. 
"Here. Now you have a better look." Amy lowered her skirt. She turned to her 
companions.

"Dr. Burnside, Wendy, I would really appreciate it if you could excuse us for a 
couple of minutes."

Burnside turned to the other two male students, who had been ignored for the last 
hour. "You two! In the kitchen! I'll show you what you need to do in there!" The 
two other hosts disappeared with Burnside and Wendy into the kitchen.

Amy and Bill were left alone in the living room. Amy looked down at Bill to 
notice him looking up her skirt again.

"Since you like looking at my pussy so much, Bill, I'll give you a close-up." Amy 
knelt over his face. "Now start licking. You have five minutes to make me come."

Amy pressed down on Bill's face. She made sure that she was positioned so that 
her clitoris was over his mouth. Bill complied, wiggling his tongue around and 
over Amy's clitoris and labia. At least he knew how to give head. Amy came 
almost immediately. Her high pitched squeaks could be heard in the kitchen.

Amy stood up. She sighed with relief. She was still incredibly aroused, but she no 
longer felt out of control. Without unclipping his cuffs, she reached down and 
helped Bill to his feet. The lower part of his face was shiny and smelled of Amy's 
sex. His erection was harder than ever. He looked laughable in his backwards cap. 
He was totally miserable.

Amy ran to the kitchen to tell the others that she was done. Burnside, Wendy, and 
the two hosts came back into the living room. They had heard Amy climaxing and 
had resisted the urge to peek back out to see what was going on. When they saw 
Bill's wet face, erection, and pathetic expression, they burst out laughing, first 
Burnside, then Wendy, and finally the other two hosts.

Burnside suddenly became serious again. She grabbed Bill by the arm and walked 
him back over to the leather bench.

"Get back over the horse!"

"Dr. Burnside, please! I just..."

"...got it from Amy..." interrupted Burnside. "I haven't touched you yet! Amy 
punished you for insulting her in my class. I still need to punish you for trying to 
cheat on my midterm! Totally separate issues!"

Burnside pushed him down over the bench. She snapped at him to scoot forward. 
She clipped his wrists to the legs of the bench, then moved to the other side to clip 
his ankles. Burnside slapped the inside of Bill's thigh. "Spread 'em!" Bill spread 
his legs wide. He was pressed hard against his penis, which was still erect. The 
backs of his testicles were clearly visible between his pink bottom cheeks.

Amy looked at the other two male students. They were standing together near the 
kitchen door, facing Bill and Burnside. She recognized one of them from the other 
class that she had with Burnside, but did not know his name. The other guy she 
had not seen before. He must have been from another of Burnside's classes.

The guy she recognized from her other class was fairly good-looking, not as 
handsome as Bill, but not bad either. He did not have that stupid-looking tan-line 
that Bill had from running around in his shorts all the time. He cringed with 
embarrassment when his eyes met Amy's. She made it a point to let him see her 
studying his penis and the surrounding shaved area. He moved to cover himself. 
Amy smiled at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Besides, a couple hundred 
people are going to see you tonight. You won't have a chance to cover up lugging 
drinks around."

The guy that Amy had not seen before was about average in appearance. He 
seemed not to be bothered by his situation and was staring straight at Bill's 
bottom. It was clear that he was looking forward to seeing Bill get punished.

Burnside picked up the switch that she had used to punish Amy and Wendy 
before the Halloween party, looked at it, then set it back on the table. She picked 
up another switch that was slightly longer and heavier. She swished it in front of 
Bill's face. Its whistle was deeper and even scarier than the sound coming from 
the switch she had used on the others.

"I think this one will do. It's a bit heavier than the one I used on your two friends." 
She caressed Bill's bottom with the switch. She lightly tapped the backs of his 
testicles with the tip. Her eyes shined. She wet her lips.

Amy squeezed Wendy's hand. She could tell that Wendy was thinking of her own 
punishment four months ago. Wendy cringed in sympathy with Bill. Amy could 
see Wendy's nervousness even under her heavy make-up.

Burnside stepped back. She raised her arm. Amy heard the switch as it descended 
on Bill's right bottom cheek. Bill jerked and gasped. A reddish line immediately 
appeared at the base of his right bottom cheek and turned dark. Bill shifted back 
and forth. Burnside struck again, only slightly higher. Bill gasped again, this time 
a bit louder. Burnside hit him again, the third stroke, almost, but not quite, 
touching the second one. Bill sobbed for the first time.

Amy was amazed at Burnside's accuracy. Later she would need to ask her 
professor how she was able to control her strokes so well.

Amy heard the switch again. Bill sobbed louder. His knees started to shake. On 
the fifth stroke Bill screamed. It fascinated Amy to hear a guy scream in pain. She 
had never heard that before.

It was the scream that set Burnside off. Her eyes went wild. Her face tensed up 
with fury and pleasure. Savagely she laid on stripe after stripe both sides of Bill's 
bottom. Bill started screaming and sobbing continuously.

Burnside laid a total of 14 stripes on Bill's bottom from the right side. The new 
welts crossed each other, forming blood blisters.

Bill was crying hard. His body jerked with each sob. Burnside jumped behind Bill 
to begin on his left side. She gritted her teeth and slashed full force. Her face was 
scary-looking. Amy and Wendy exchanged glances. Amy could tell that Wendy 
was frightened.

Amy glanced back at the two male students. Amy's other classmate looked every 
bit as scared at Wendy. The third guy was totally enjoying the show. He was 
erect. Amy suddenly suspected that he was gay and liked Bill. It seemed that the 
condition of his own bottom did not bother him in the least.

Burnside hit Bill again and again, a total of 20 times from the left side. Bill's 
bottom was turned into a mass of criss-crossed welts and blood blisters before 
Burnside finished. He screamed non-stop.

In spite of her resolve not to intervene on Bill's behalf, Amy was relieved when 
Burnside stopped hitting him. She looked at his bottom, which made a strange 
sight. The lower half of Bill's right bottom cheek displayed five neat even lines. 
However the rest of his bottom showed where Burnside had lost control, covered 
with uneven, criss-crossed welts.

The spell went out of Burnside's face. She breathed heavily for a few minutes as 
she resumed control over herself. She unclipped Bill's ankles and wrists.

"Get up, you little cry-baby frat-punk!" snapped the professor. Bill, still crying, 
struggled to get off the bench onto his feet.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Amy ran to the door. A large group of female 
graduate students were outside, all dressed in Mardi Gras type outfits. Amy let 
them in. Their faces lit up with curiosity and amusement when they saw Bill. It 
was obvious that one of the graduate students recognized him.

"Bill!" she screamed with delight. "What happened to you?"

Bill turned away. Burnside grabbed his arm and spun him back around.

"She asked you a question! Answer it! And look at her when you speak!"

Bill forced himself to look at the graduate who knew him. "I...I...copied a 
test...during ...midterms"

The graduate student turned to her companions. "Bill's my roommate's ex-
boyfriend. This is great! She'll love it! Let me get a picture!"

The graduate student handed Amy a camera. Suddenly two of the others pulled 
out cameras and passed them to Amy. Amy took a total of twenty-five pictures of 
the group and Bill, who was still crying from the pain of his punishment. Each of 
the girls wanted to stand arm-in-arm with him, and each wanted a shot of his 
badly marked bottom. Amy wondered what type of circulation the photos would 
receive once developed.

The doorbell rang again. Burnside had not realized how late it was. People started 
pouring in. Amy and Wendy watched in amusement as the three hosts started 
taking coats to the back room. Amy turned to Wendy. "Aren't you glad it isn't us 
this time?"

Burnside told the hosts to split up their duties. She sent Bill and the gay guy into 
the kitchen. Amy's other classmate stayed outside to take drink orders. The gay 
guy seemed delighted. Amy wondered how long it would be before he started 
making passes at Bill. Amy remembered Burnside's words at the beginning of 
Bill's ordeal: "Let this be a lesson to you, Bill. No matter how bad you think 
things are, I can always make them worse."

After talking to and dancing with some of the male guests for a while, Amy 
decided to find the girl who wanted Bill's picture. She told the graduate student 
about the "stupid bitch" comment and how Bill was caught by Burnside. She 
described her own punishment of Bill, only leaving out the part about the oral sex. 
The other girl was delighted to know the details. "This makes it even better."

Wendy took a picture of them together, Amy in her nurse's outfit and the graduate 
student in her Mardi Gras outfit. Amy then learned some very unsavory details 
about Bill and his treatment of girlfriends and classmates. He had even raped a 
high school student last fall after spiking her beer with Rohypnol and bragged 
about it. Amy felt even less sorry for him once she learned what a truly rotten 
person he was.

By chance Amy touched the enema tube on her belt. Hmm, I haven't used this 
tonight, she thought. I'll need to get Bill back out here in a few minutes...

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Amy and Wendy spent much of their time that night simply observing their 
professor. Burnside cheerfully talked with her guests and did her usual flirting 
with the male professors. There were four older professors in particular with 
whom she seemed to hang out the most. Midway through the party they were 
sitting together on chairs next to the wall. Amy noticed each of the men passing a 
present to her, in exchange for a hug. One of the men made a comment and the 
others laughed. 

Amy could not hear the conversation, but she noticed Burnside laughing shyly 
and shaking her head. The older man and Burnside then stood up, face to face. He 
took Burnside's hands and began kissing her. The people nearby began cheering. 
The man stepped back slightly, still holding Burnside's hands. He addressed 
Burnside again, and she shyly nodded. With that the Burnside's companion turned 
to face the guests. 

"Attention! Attention!" The crowd quieted down. "Tomorrow is Ruth's birthday. 
What do you propose we do about it?"

"Birthday spanking!" shouted a couple of partiers. The crowd cheered. Suddenly 
the whole living room started chanting "SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK! The chant 
died down into a cheer. The older professor pulled a nearby chair away from the 
wall, sat down, and smiling, took Burnside's hand.

"Ruth, my girl, the people have spoken. You are 41 years young tomorrow."

The older man pulled Burnside towards him. Her face turning quite red, Burnside 
went over his lap. Amy realized the birthday spanking must be an annual ritual 
between the two professors, and that was why Burnside had chosen an outfit with 
no back. She did not want to wear something that she would have to take off in 
front of the crowd when she got her birthday spanking.

The older professor slapped Burnside's bottom quite hard 41 times with his hand. 
She closed her eyes and seemed to enjoy it. The slaps rang out through the quiet 
room, as the partiers watched the university's most infamous dominatrix get her 
own bottom reddened. Burnside's expression was relaxed and content through 
most of the spanking; she was used to much more serious play. At the end of her 
41st swat, Burnside got up and hugged her friend. She turned around and wiggled 
her reddish bottom to the cheering crowd. It was obvious the whole affair had 
been in fun. Amy smiled, thinking about Robert. She wished that Robert could 
have given Burnside that birthday spanking with his strap; she would not be so 
light-hearted right now.

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Bill's work in the kitchen was becoming more and more unbearable. That damn 
gay guy wouldn't leave him alone. Any other time Bill would have torn him apart, 
but he couldn't do it here. Bill knew that Burnside would really let him have it if 
he fought in her house. The truth was that the other guy was just teasing Bill. Yes, 
he was gay and liked Bill, and had made a pass at him. However, after Bill's first 
reaction, the other guy was decided to have some fun with the homo-phobic Bill 
by continuing to flirt with him.

A short time after Burnside's birthday spanking was over Bill decided to get out 
of the kitchen and beg his professor to let him take drink orders instead of mix 
drinks. To his huge misfortune he could not find Burnside, but he did find Amy 
and Wendy. At first he thought he would find a sympathetic ear. Amy quickly 
ended that hope.

"Look, your boyfriend is not my problem! You are here to help Dr. Burnside 
serve her guests and I don't see that you're doing it!" Suddenly Amy remembered 
the enema bag on her belt. "Bill, you know what? I'm going to motivate you to get 
back to work!"

Bill's face showed the distress and disappointment of Amy's rejection. "Fine! I'll 
go back!"

"No you won't! Not yet! You're out here screwing around instead of working and 
you're gonna pay for it! Turn around and face that wall!"

Bill reluctantly turned around. He expected another paddling over his welts. That 
was not what Amy had in mind. Amy handcuffed Bill's hands behind his back and 
snarled "Bill, get on your knees! Keep your face to the wall!"

Then Amy pulled the enema bag and tube off her belt and screwed them together. 
She passed the assembly to Wendy. She spoke softly in her friend's ear. "Wendy, 
fill this up. Make sure the water isn't too hot. And grab the K-Y on your way 
back."

As Wendy made her way to the kitchen, Amy turned to a guy in a biker's outfit 
standing next to her. She squeezed his arm.

"Please do me a big favor. See that group of girls in Mardi Gras outfits? Could 
you tell them to come over here?"

Wendy came back from the kitchen just as the graduate students approached Amy 
and Bill. Bill still had no idea what was about to happen. When the graduate 
students saw Bill kneeling next to the wall and Wendy standing next to him with 
the enema bag, their cameras came out immediately. Amy took the end of the 
enema tube from Wendy and dabbed it with jelly.

"Bill, Stand up and turn around! Nurse Amy is going to take care of you! I am 
going to help you get over your feelings of guilt about spiking the beer of a high 
school student and raping her. You do feel guilty about that, don't you?"

Bill was too shocked to speak. He was walled-in by a large group of hostile 
females. Amy was holding the end of an enema tube and glaring at him. Wendy 
was standing next to her with the water bag. He was immobilized with fear.

Amy grabbed Bill's arm and forced him to kneel back down, facing away from his 
audience. She grabbed his cuffed hands and pushed them up, forcing his to arch 
his back and place his welts, his bottom-hole, and the backs of his testicles on full 
display. Bill's head went on the floor.

"Spread your knees and arch your back." Amy pressed her hand into the middle of 
Bill's back and pushed his arms up further. The cameras started flashing. The 
roommate of Bill's ex-girlfriend moved to Bill's side to get both his face and his 
bottom in the pictures. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the humiliation.

Amy motioned one of the girls who were watching to hold on to Bill's hands and 
keep his face pressed to the floor. Then Amy pushed the end of the enema tube 
against Bill's bottom-hole. She pressed it in. Bill jerked and tightened. Amy 
slapped him.

"Bill, knock it off! Keep your butt out!"

Amy took the water bag from Wendy's hand. She opened the clip that kept the 
tube closed. Amy held the bag up and watched the water drain out. Slowly Bill's 
stomach began to swell. His guts started to hurt. The cameras flashed wildly.

Burnside and her companions, noticing the flashing and cheering at the other side 
of the room, worked their way through the crowd to see what was going on. When 
Burnside saw Amy holding the enema bag over Bill's bottom, she smiled at her. 
Amy was a natural at this.

Bill looked up and saw Burnside. There was no pity in Burnside's face. He looked 
over at his ex-girlfriend's roommate. Behind her camera she glared at him. No 
pity there. He looked at the collection of cheering female faces surrounding him. 
He saw nothing but hostile satisfaction at his predicament. Bill clenched his teeth 
against the increasing pain in his guts. He needed the bathroom, bad. He was 
completely at Amy's mercy. He would do anything for her let him up.

Amy placed her hand on Bill's shoulder. "Bill, please tell the group, in a nice loud 
voice, why Nurse Amy had to do this to you."

Bill spoke immediately. The only thing on his mind was getting to the bathroom. 
"I...drugged a...high school student...at a frat party...last year...I fucked her...she 
was asleep..."

"How old was she, Bill?"

"Fourteen"

Amy's response was dripping with sweet sarcasm. "Bill! How shocking! A big 
boy like you with a fourteen-year-old? Don't you think that's kind of sick? Bill, 
answer me. Don't you think that fucking a fourteen-year-old is kinda sick?"

"Uh...yeah...uh...sick!"

The crowd murmured and groaned with disgust. Bill did not care, the only thing 
on his mind was getting to the toilet. Sweat and tears poured down his face. 
Finally Amy let him up and un-cuffed him. He pushed his way through the mob to 
the bathroom.

Burnside's face went dark with anger. She pushed through the crowd after Bill. 
She kicked the bathroom door open. "Get your cuffs off! Get yourself wiped off, 
you little pervert, and get the fuck out of my house!"

Burnside grabbed Bill's bag of clothes and threw them out the front door into the 
snow on her front lawn. She then grabbed Bill's ear and with her other arm, 
twisted Bill's arm behind his back. She led Bill past the cheering partiers and 
kicked him out the door.

"What about my midterm?"

"Your midterm?! You've got nerve! You flunked it! You flunked my class! You 
flunked college! If you have a problem with that, take it up with the 
administration! Then you can tell them WHY you flunked! They'll love that one!"

Burnside slammed her front door so hard the house shook. That was the end of 
Bill.

Well, not quite. After the dancing resumed the guy in the biker outfit found Amy 
and handed her a business card.

"I work for the campus police. You just did us a huge favor. We have been 
investigating three rapes at Bill's fraternity last fall and one so far this spring; all 
of them involving minors. Your method of interrogation wouldn't hold up in 
court, but now I know who we need to talk to."

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Amy was the hero of the night. Everyone seemed to want to find Amy to 
congratulate her on her treatment of Bill. Burnside couldn't have done it better. 
Amy spent most of her remaining time at the party listening to compliments and 
posing for pictures with the guests. Everyone there seemed to want to have their 
picture taken with Amy in her nurse outfit.

Ruth Burnside had mixed feelings. On the one hand she was jealous. She was 
used to being the center of attention at her parties. This was the first time that 
someone else had stolen the show. Still, she was proud of her student. She never 
dreamt that Amy had it in her to break someone like she had broken Bill. Amy 
had added some real excitement to the party and gave everyone an experience 
they would remember for a long time. Most importantly, Amy was responsible for 
ridding the university of a person who had no business being there.

Amy was dumbfounded by the power that she had held over Bill. She had hated 
him for that single comment in class. What irritated her the most was the casual 
way Bill had insulted her. It was obvious that he was used to talking to everyone, 
especially women, with cutting insults. As a result of that one comment Amy had 
felt an overwhelming urge to grind Bill down as far as she could. It still amazed 
Amy that Bill's simple act of saying "stupid bitch" one time too many had set off a 
chain of events that wrecked his life, and quite possibly would end up with him in 
jail.

It was almost light outside when Amy and Wendy were able to break away from 
Burnside's party. Their departure from the Mardi Gras party was a total contrast 
with their departure from the Halloween party. They left with most of the other 
guests, with their bottoms intact. Burnside hugged Amy goodnight. Best of all, 
there were no pans stacked on the other side of Amy's front door when she got 
home, and no Suzanne sitting on the sofa glaring at her. Amy was just as tired as 
last time, but this morning she would sleep in her own bed.

Amy sighed when she got back to her room. The library books were stacked high 
on her desk. Amy could feel them staring at her, reminding her of the huge 
amount of work that she still had to do for the two term papers she owed 
Burnside. The books would be Amy's companions as soon as she woke up. Amy 
knew that precisely because Burnside had taken a liking to her, she could expect 
her professor to come down especially hard on her if she did not do good work. 
Definitely a mixed blessing.



  
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