The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC

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

Chapter 24 - Paul's roommate problems 

Paul and Amy accompanied Suzanne and one of her ex-classmates 
from the art department to Central Wisconsin for three days just 
before the Spring semester started. They rented a camper for Amy 
and Paul to change and warm up in, as well as a snowmobile and 
skis as props. Only Paul knew how to ski, and not very well. No 
one knew how to use the snowmobile, but Suzanne's classmate read 
the instruction manual and figured out enough to be able to turn 
it on and move it into place. Suzanne had chosen location was 
that was lovely, with woods to one side and a frozen meadow 
sloping off to the other side. It would be hard for Suzanne to 
concentrate on the clothes, since she was more interested in the 
winter beauty of the location itself.

Suzanne was a professional, however. She concentrated on her task 
at hand, using an attractive location and an attractive young 
couple to make the most out of the clothes. The message she 
needed to send was clear; buy these clothes and you will look 
like this couple. Suddenly Suzanne understood Paul's objections 
to advertising. Essentially Suzanne was using her camera to lie. 
She did not feel good about that. However, like Paul, she needed 
this session, to build her resume more than anything else. She 
pushed her doubts aside and started shooting, her classmate 
helping her with the lighting and changing film in the cameras.

The shoot itself was both fun and grueling for Paul and Amy. Over 
a three day period they tried on 100 combinations of clothing. 
Still, they enjoyed much of their time over the three days. They 
romped in the snow and had a chance to be totally immature. 
Several times Amy put on the skis and invariably fell over, Paul 
having to help her up. Once she lost her balance and fell on top 
of him. They both fell into the snow laughing, with Suzanne 
firing away with her camera. These shots were genuine. Amy and 
Paul were a real couple, having real fun.

Many of the photos went into newspaper ads as soon as Suzanne had 
them developed. As she thumbed through the Sunday paper the 
following weekend, it gave Amy a very strange feeling to see 
herself smiling under the word "Clearance".

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At the end of February Amy began her correspondence with Wendy. 
She wrote Wendy with news about her photo shoot with Paul, how 
she was doing in her classes, and her observations with the 
university in general. However, mostly she had questions, how was 
Wendy doing, how did she feel, what was her life like, what was 
living with Burnside like?

Wendy tried to answer directly and honestly. Talking about her 
life was easy. However, Wendy was unsure about her feelings. 
Wendy did not mention anything about guilt or gambling.

Wendy did have some surprises for Amy in her letters. Amy had 
expected that Burnside would punish her friend almost 
continuously when she left her at the professor's house in 
December. That turned out not to be how Burnside treated her. 
There were only punishments for specific offenses, and just three 
major punishments so far, the most recent punishment being a 
caning just two days before Amy's first letter.

Amy cringed when Wendy wrote her in detail about the whipping in 
January. She realized that the experience had been a turning 
point in Wendy's life. Wendy had been traumatized by that 
punishment. However, Amy was under the impression that Wendy was 
glad that she had endured it. Wendy seemed more focused as a 
result of having had that experience.

In spite of the professor's cruelty, Wendy wrote mostly kind 
things about Burnside. She struggled to please her mistress. 
Pleasing Burnside was a difficult goal, but, with enough effort, 
one that could be achieved. Wendy's efforts to please the 
professor intensified her feelings about everything in her life, 
Burnside included.

Amy could tell that Wendy already had changed, just two months 
into her five-month sentence. The changes were reflected in her 
art, but also in her writing. Wendy was very direct in what she 
had to say. There was a boldness in her letters that Amy had not 
seen before. For example, Wendy was quite open about her sexual 
relationship with Burnside. Burnside was bi-sexual, and had 
brought that out in Wendy. Wendy now felt a passion for the 
professor, a development that disturbed Amy. What if Wendy could 
not let go in May? What then?

Amy wrote long, caring, almost poetic letters to Wendy. She had 
so much to say to her friend, how much she missed her, how 
worried she was about her. Amy's letters meant a lot to Wendy, 
much more than she was ever able to express.

Wendy was both scared and excited when she read the following 
lines from Amy:

"Wendy, I am so much looking forward to the end of March. I will 
see you! Dr. Burnside wants you to start going out again, and she 
wants me to take you! We will spend time together, like before! 
And then you will have your life back!"

Wendy had mixed feelings. She badly wanted to spend time with 
Amy. She was not so sure she wanted her life back. She felt very 
comfortable surrendering herself to Burnside.

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Amy struggled through the semester loaded down with Burnside's 
work. There were term papers, monthly tests, the midterms, and 
general counseling. The students initially saw Amy as more 
approachable than the professor, since she was only a couple of 
years older than most of the other undergraduates. She actually 
was younger than some of the students in the classes, the ones 
who had started their studies late.

Amy still had an innocent look about her, which in reality was 
quite deceptive. Her young appearance and small size made the 
students under-estimate her, especially the fraternity guys. If 
only the fraternity guys had known about Bill, many of them would 
have been afraid to approach Burnside's student aide. Amy had 
been hardened under the tutelage of the professor. She developed 
the same sharp eye for detail and the same ability to quickly 
judge how honest the person sitting in front of her was. She 
expected respect, and was quick to dismiss anyone who did not 
give it to her.

Burnside spent a long time with Amy teaching her how to identify 
plagiarized papers. She taught Amy tricks she had picked up over 
her years of teaching. She shared her vast knowledge of where 
plagiarized papers came from and who was most likely to use which 
ones. Burnside showed Amy the websites containing plagiarized 
papers and other tricks undergraduates had for cheating. Most of 
them Amy previously did not know about. However, there was one 
website with several papers, including a paper about the Marshall 
Plan, that Amy was painfully familiar with. With a touch of 
sarcasm Burnside noted "I think you remember this one."

Amy realized that Burnside had a real fixation on academic 
cheating. Burnside was an expert on the topic, but, as she 
explained, there was no point in writing any articles about it. 
The information changed from day to day and any article about 
academic cheating would be outdated before it even went to 
publication. Still, every day Burnside's e-mail in-box was filled 
with requests for assistance or advice from other professors, and 
even university presidents.

"It's a pity, because there is a lot of good information out 
there. It's too bad that people are using that information not to 
learn or enhance their own work, but instead to avoid working. 
They're just lazy and want to stay ignorant."

The term papers were due the week before Mardi Gras. Amy graded 
the mass of term papers over a five day period. Paul sat with her 
helping her, but this time in a way that would not get Amy in 
trouble. As Amy completed the grading on each paper Paul proof-
read Amy's work to make sure she stayed consistent. He separated 
any papers that deviated from the standards set by Burnside and 
by Amy's own criteria for grading, for her to re-grade. At first 
there were very few that needed to be revised, but as Amy became 
increasingly tired there were more. Paul's help became especially 
important after the fourth day, when Amy started to make mistakes 
due to lack of sleep. However, all Paul did was point out Amy's 
mistakes. Paul was able to provide her with crucial assistance by 
doing so, but it was up to Amy to make the corrections.

Amy identified several suspect papers that she needed to check 
before returning to their authors. She separated them from the 
other papers. There were six altogether. Amy expected to find 
half of the originals herself, and would have to check with 
Burnside about the others.

On the fifth day Amy graded a paper that had language that was 
disturbingly familiar. The paper had been turned in by Paul’s 
roommate, Alex. However the language in the paper was Paul's. Amy 
recognized the writing because she had read many things Paul had 
written, and was well aware that Paul had a very distinctive way 
of expressing his views. He used a lot of the professional jargon 
from his field, but also a lot of the language used by the 
Dependency School of International Development that he so 
admired. Amy decided not to ask Paul about the paper. She would 
get the answers herself, and if need be, talk to Paul later.

Amy prepared one of the dreaded empty manila folders with a post-
it note inside for Paul’s roommate. In the classes Amy and 
Burnside passed out the graded papers and a total of five 
folders. Burnside had determined that one of the suspect papers 
was honestly written, after checking the language from the 
student's midterm bluebook, which matched.

In class Amy approached Alex, holding the folder up in the air. 
Amy felt bad, because she did not know if Paul was involved in 
his roommate's paper. But as she handed the folder to Alex, she 
saw his face go pale. They exchanged looks, Amy letting him know 
that she clearly was irritated by the uncomfortable situation he 
had placed her in. Amy took the folder back for a second, and 
wrote on the post-it note...

"See me before you go to Burnside."

Later that morning Alex showed up at Burnside's office. Burnside 
was teaching another class so Amy had some time to be alone with 
Alex. He was very nervous, and with good reason.

"Alex, close the door and sit down."

Amy got right to the point as soon as Alex was seated. She waved 
the paper in the air.

"Alex, did Paul have anything to do with this paper?"

"Amy, I don't understand. Why would Paul..."

"Look, I am not an idiot! Don't even try treating me like one! 
This is Paul's language! I think I ought to know, since I'm 
dating him! Alex, I can assure you that YOU are screwed! That's 
not the issue! I want to know about Paul! How did you get this 
paper?"

"Paul helped me. He suggested that I borrow a couple of papers he 
wrote and use them to write my own."

Amy felt sick. If that were true...

At lunch Amy confronted Paul. At first Paul seemed confused.

"He asked me to lend him some of my papers. He doesn't do good 
term papers and admitted that himself. I thought he just wanted 
to see how a paper was supposed to be written. I asked him to let 
me look at his paper before turning it in, but he said he had 
already given it to Burnside"

"Well, look at this. Is this your paper?"

Paul thumbed through the paper. Amy could tell that from his 
expression that he was genuinely surprised.

"Amy, parts of three different papers of mine are in this one. 
Yes, this is my work. All of it is mine. I sure as hell didn't 
think he'd pull this when I lent him my papers, though."

Amy was relieved. She had wondered whether Paul had helped Alex 
cheat. She could tell by his reaction that he had not. He was 
genuinely upset.

That afternoon Paul went back to his apartment and looked into 
the history files of the computer he shared with Alex. He knew 
enough about computers to be able to retrieve deleted files. 
Scrolling through deleted term paper files, Paul made a very 
unpleasant discovery about his roommate.

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Alex showed up later that afternoon at Amy's office. Amy glared 
at him with the exact same expression Burnside would have used. 
Alex fidgeted and looked at the floor. Amy got right to the 
point.

"Paul trusted you with his papers and you copied them and turned 
them in. Now answer, honestly. Is that what happened?"

"Yeah."

"So Paul didn't tell you to use his papers for the class?"

"No. He wanted to read over my paper before I turned it in. I 
didn't let him, obviously. I'm sorry."

Amy was hugely relieved. Alex had confirmed what Paul had told 
her. "Alex, you don't owe me an apology. You owe one to Paul, and 
one to Dr. Burnside."

"What happens now?"

"Well, under university rules you would be expelled immediately. 
If you talk to Dr. Burnside I don't think that's what will 
happen, although you might wish that it had...I think I know what 
she'll do, but I can't tell you because I'm not 100% sure. After 
you talk to her, talk to me again before you say anything to 
Paul."

"Please, Amy, do I have to talk to him about this?"

"Oh yeah, you got to tell him. He'll know, no matter what. You'll 
see why."

Amy paused, then, once again giving Alex the same harsh look 
Burnside would give him, added...

"I expect you to tell Dr. Burnside what you did and why you were 
caught. I expect you to tell her that I caught you because I 
recognized Paul's language in the paper. I doubt that telling her 
that will make your situation any better, but you need to take 
responsibility for what you did."

Burnside showed up before Alex left. Amy got up to leave, since 
she had a class to go to. She grabbed her backpack and turned to 
Alex. "You might as well tell Dr. Burnside now."

When Amy returned to Burnside's office, Burnside was by herself, 
thumbing through a couple of professional journals she had just 
received.

Amy wanted to know about Paul's roommate.

"Amy, Alex will be your responsibility. You caught him. I 
didn't."

"What do you mean, Dr. Burnside?"

"You will decide his punishment. What happens to him is entirely 
up to you. You can kick him out of school, do nothing, have him 
host the Mardi Gras party, whatever. I will support any decision 
you make."

Amy thought for a moment. She did not like being put on the spot 
like this, but she realized what Burnside was doing. Burnside 
wanted Amy to assume greater responsibilities to prepare herself 
to teach. It was not hard for Amy to figure out what Alex's 
punishment would be. Amy would switch him, and he would host 
Burnside's party in the nude along with Wendy. That was standard 
punishment for anyone who cheated in Burnside's classes. There 
was no reason why Alex should be any different.

"Dr. Burnside, I need to ask you two favors."

"Let's hear them."

"I need a copy of your discipline contract, and I'll put my name 
on it. And I need you to teach me how to use your switch."

Burnside brought up her file on the computer. Amy changed 
Burnside's name to her own and printed the following:

I, __________, admit to having attempted to commit plagiarism on 
__________. I have read and fully understand this university's 
cheating policy, and am fully aware of the consequences for 
committing an act of plagiarism under the student code of ethics.

In lieu of disciplinary action from the university 
administration, I, __________, freely and willingly choose to 
accept the disciplinary alternative offered by my professor's 
student aide, Amy Debbs. I understand that upon completion of the 
disciplinary alternative to Ms. Debbs' satisfaction, I will 
continue my coursework and no further action will be taken 
against me.

Signed __________.

Later that afternoon Alex came back for a third time, very 
nervous. Amy handed him the contract.

"Here's the deal. You sign this and do what I tell you, or you 
get kicked out under the student code of ethics. That's your 
choice."

"What's going to happen if I sign?"

"Well, I'll tell you. You are going to go to Dr. Burnside's house 
and take off all your clothes the afternoon before Mardi Gras. 
I'm going to punish you on the bare bottom with a leather switch. 
I'll give you 16 strokes, 8 on each side. That's standard for 
guys. Girls get 14, seven on each side. After that you'll serve 
drinks at a party in the nude, 'till about 4:00 in the morning or 
so. There will be about a hundred people there, including Paul. 
After the party is over you'll help clean up, then you'll get 
dressed and go home. You'll have two weeks to re-write the paper 
and then the whole thing will be forgotten. That's what will 
happen if you sign. Now, if you don't sign, I'll turn the paper 
over to Dr. Burnside, who will forward it with a report about 
your cheating to the dean. You'll be expelled sometime next 
week."

Alex stared at Amy, stupefied. He looked stricken. He was pale 
and his hands shook. He filled in the agreement, signed it, and 
handed it back to Amy.

"Amy, please, isn't there any other way I can make this up?"

"Sure there is. You can get expelled and then check the want ads 
for a job. That's your choice."

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Amy had to go to Burnside's house for the second favor, learning 
how to use the switch. Burnside decided to invite Amy for dinner. 
When Burnside saw a look of anticipation on Amy's face, she added 
that Amy should not consider this night one of the nights she 
would see Wendy. The professor explained that Wendy's servitude 
would not be relaxed until after Mardi Gras, when Amy would start 
taking her out.

Going over to Burnside's house placed Amy in a very awkward 
position. She would see Wendy, and not see her, at the same time. 
In spite of the fact that Amy and Wendy had written each other 
almost continuously over the past two weeks, Wendy would not be 
allowed to talk to her during the evening. She would serve Amy, 
just like she would serve anyone else. If Amy spoke to her, she 
would kneel and answer.

However, there was one important indication that Wendy's life 
would soon change. Burnside told Amy to bring a suitcase of 
Wendy's clothes. Wendy would be allowed out of the house in about 
two weeks, if everything was going well. Wendy would be allowed 
to see her suitcase, and would know that her life would begin to 
return to normal shortly.

Amy went over to Burnside's house the evening before Mardi Gras. 
Wendy answered the door, standing behind it to not be visible to 
the street. She sadly looked Amy in the eyes, but did not say 
anything. It shocked Amy to have her friend right next to her, 
for the first time in nearly three months, and not be able to 
even say hello to her.

Even though Wendy already had written her that Burnside had 
beaten her much less than she expected, Amy was still surprised 
to see Wendy's body with almost no marks on it. There were a few 
faint traces on her bottom from her most recent caning, and that 
was it.

Wendy's appearance had other surprises for Amy. Even though Amy 
knew that Burnside had shaved Wendy's head, it was still a bit of 
a shock to see Wendy with her short hair. Wendy's hair had since 
grown out somewhat, but it still was much shorter than Wendy had 
ever worn it previously. The other surprise for Amy was Wendy's 
physique. Wendy's arms and legs were muscular and toned from her 
daily exercise sessions, and Amy could see traces of muscle in 
Wendy's stomach. Wendy always had rather soft features, but 
nearly three months of brutal exercising had hardened her body 
considerably. 

Wendy took Amy's coat and hung it up. She then gave Amy a look of 
gratitude when she saw the suitcase. However, Burnside ordered 
her to take the suitcase to the master bedroom. It would be 
another two weeks or so before Wendy would be allowed to use 
anything in it.

Wendy then knelt near Burnside's favorite armchair, quietly 
waiting for her next set of orders. Wendy's movements were quick 
and automatic. There was no hesitation, nor was there any modesty 
from Wendy about being the only nude person in the room. She had 
been nude continuously for three months and by now was quite used 
to not wearing anything except her collar.

Burnside then ordered Wendy to pull the leather spanking bench, 
or "horse" as she called it, into the middle of the living room. 
Wendy jumped up, quickly walked to a back room, and dragged the 
heavy piece of furniture into the living room. She positioned it 
close to a back wall, then resumed her kneeling position near 
Burnside's chair. Except for the glance she exchanged with Amy at 
the front door, Wendy seemed not to acknowledge Amy's presence in 
the house. Amy reflected that she would have to ask Wendy about 
that in her next letter.

"Wendy, I want you to finish getting dinner ready for me and Amy. 
Be ready to serve in 45 minutes."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

Wendy quickly got up and went into the kitchen.

Burnside then tied a large, hard sofa pillow to the leather 
bench, at the level where Alex's bottom would be tomorrow 
afternoon. She explained to Amy about positioning herself, how to 
swing for maximum effect and control, and how to hold the switch. 
She demonstrated several times, hitting the pillow hard. Amy 
followed Burnside's instructions as best she could, and struck 
hard at the pillow. She would be able to hit every bit as hard as 
Burnside could hit, but with slightly less control. Burnside 
observed carefully what Amy was doing, repositioned her slightly, 
and had her strike the pillow again. This time was better.

"OK, Amy, trial run. Hit this pillow 16 times; eight on the left 
side, eight on the right."

WHUP!....WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!... 
Amy struck hard, and struck well. There was no question that Alex 
would be no better off being punished by Amy than he would be by 
Burnside.

Wendy brought the plates out and a bowl of salad. She poured wine 
for Amy and her professor, even though Amy was still a few weeks 
away from turning 21. She seated Burnside, and then Amy. She 
filled the salad plates and took her position near the kitchen 
door. Wendy stood at parade rest, her feet spread shoulder-width 
apart, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes looking 
straight ahead.

This was a surreal experience for Amy, seeing Wendy like this. 
She badly wanted Wendy to sit down at the table, but realized 
that until Wendy had her collar off that would not happen. She 
thought about what she would write Wendy tomorrow. She had so 
many questions.

Burnside chatted about the upcoming Mardi Gras party. She would 
have a total of three students hosting including Wendy, Alex, and 
a sorority girl. Burnside had decided to simply flunk the others, 
because they had given her attitude when she confronted them 
about their papers. Wendy would be serving drinks the entire 
night. Alex and the sorority girl would be fixing drinks in the 
kitchen. Amy was curious about that older professor from last 
year's party.

"What happens if that older guy wants to spank you again, Dr. 
Burnside?"

"Oh, he will. He's done it every year for the last 15 years. 
It'll be 42 swats, as much as I wish it wasn't. I can't get away 
from my birthday, as much as I'd like to."

Another question for Wendy, thought Amy; who is that guy, the one 
who gets to spank Burnside?

During the rest of the dinner Burnside talked about a wide range 
of professional issues, including her feelings about CNBC and the 
stock market, Europe, and scholarships. She moved to describing 
her vision of what she thought a capitalist system should be 
like. Then the wine went to her head a little, and her opinions 
became a bit looser. Burnside dismissed the current US leaders as 
idiots. As far as she was concerned, neither Bush nor Clinton, 
nor anyone in Congress, had any value as a leader.

"We are a dying nation. Any society capable of electing that 
idiot Clinton, and then right after him that pathetic puppet 
Bush, deserves to die, and die quickly."

Burnside seemed to admire the Europeans much more. Amy said 
nothing. From what Paul had told her about France, it seemed to 
Amy that the Europeans were just as bad, or worse.

Amy got to see a different side of the professor, Burnside the 
idealist. This is totally bizarre, thought Amy.

Amy wondered about Wendy, as she quietly stood only a few feet 
away. What was going on in Wendy's mind right now, as she 
listened to Burnside pontificate about her vision of capitalism 
and her disdain of the country's leaders? Oh well. Another 
question for Wendy in tomorrow's letter.

Again Wendy's sad eyes met Amy's as she left Burnside's house. 
Amy felt sorry for Wendy, knowing that she would be serving 
drinks all night tomorrow in the nude. She had chosen this fate 
for herself, however. She was here because she wanted to be here.

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Amy met with Paul late that night. She was not in the mood for 
sex, nor was he. They had not talked to each other since Amy had 
confronted Alex the first time. Paul was so infuriated with Alex 
that he was not speaking to him. Amy and Paul had to talk that 
night, Amy about Wendy and Paul about Alex.

Amy started with describing the surreal experience she had at 
Burnside's table, listening to her professor lash out at 
Democrats and Republicans alike while Wendy stood, silent and 
naked, only a few feet away. Then she described her confrontation 
with Alex, and Burnside's tutoring her with the proper use of the 
dreaded leather switch.

Paul described what happened with Alex from his end. Alex at 
first told him a censored version of what had happened with Amy 
and Burnside. Paul responded by showing Alex the deleted file of 
his paper on their computer. He made Alex watch as he brought it 
up on the screen. Alex went white as the paper appeared. Paul 
printed it, then went through the computer's history files to 
find and retrieve Alex's other recent term papers. In doing so 
Paul let Alex know that he had found out that this had not been 
the first time Alex had plagiarized Paul's work. He printed the 
other papers. Then he simply got up and left the room. He had 
nothing more to say to Alex.

Paul did have a final comment to Amy.

"As far as I'm concerned, you can treat him like you did that 
frat boy last year. I don't care. I'm as pissed at him as you 
were with Wendy when she tried to steal your credit card."

Amy e-mailed Burnside later that night.

"Dr. Burnside. Alex will get a bit more from me than 16 strokes 
from the switch tomorrow. He copied Paul's work several other 
times that he didn't know about. Paul is really pissed at him. - 
Debbs -"

"Amy, what you do to him is at your discretion. I told you that I 
will support whatever decision you make about his discipline. - 
Burnside -"

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Amy, once again dressed in her nurse's outfit, complete with her 
accessories, arrived at Burnside's house early. Paul would join 
up with her later. Wendy let her in, and again looked into Amy's 
eyes with a sad expression. She already was wearing the metal 
cuffs and temporary tattoos of Burnside's servant uniform. Her 
pubic hair was shaved. Because her hair was still very short, 
Burnside made Wendy wear a maid's cap. The only thing missing 
were welts on her bottom. Wendy had not cheated and thus Burnside 
had no reason to punish her tonight. Amy had written her a long 
letter with her questions and laid it on her desk in the guest 
bedroom.

The sorority girl Burnside had mentioned was there as well, 
kneeling next to the leather spanking bench and crying quietly. 
Like Wendy she was naked, shaved, and wearing the cuffs and 
tattoos of the servant uniform. Burnside had punished her just 
before Amy came over. Amy glanced down at her. She had the 
typical stupid-looking appearance of a sorority type, but at 
least she was smart enough to do what was necessary to stay in 
school.

Burnside had not changed yet; she was still in sweats. When Amy 
came out of Wendy's room the professor handed her a paper 
shopping bag for Alex's clothes. She then took Wendy and the 
sorority girl back to the kitchen to help with the food and 
drinks.

The doorbell rang. Amy opened it and faced Alex. Reluctantly he 
came in. Amy looked at him coldly.

"Alex. I have something to say to you. I talked to Paul last 
night. He told me about the other papers. You lied to me, and you 
used Paul. You're gonna pay for all that. Get your clothes off."

Alex reluctantly took his clothes off. Like Paul, he had an 
attractive body. Alex stood in front of Amy, trying to cover 
himself, while Amy stuffed his clothes in the paper bag. She 
motioned him to follow her to the bathroom. She picked up a razor 
and a can of shaving cream.

"Shave. All your pubic hair and what's on your ass. Get it off."

Alex looked at Amy with embarrassment, waiting for her to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere. I get to watch. Come-on. Get started."

Alex lathered his pubic hair. His hands shook as he started to 
shave. It was obvious that he would not be able to do it properly 
without slashing himself to bits. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Give it up, Alex. I'll do it. Put your hands on your head and 
put your feet apart...Now stand straight."

Alex gasped with embarrassment as he forced his hands behind his 
head. Amy turned on the bath water, and then shaved around the 
edges of his pubic hair, working her way towards his penis. She 
then grabbed his penis, pushing it to either side as she shaved 
near the base. He grew hard from having her hands touch and 
massage him. Amy pulled the skin tight on his testicles and 
shaved him there, then cleared the area around his scrotum.

"Bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and spread em." Amy lathered the 
area around his bottom-hole and quickly shaved it clean. Alex, 
bent over, his roommate's girlfriend shaving him, was sick from 
the embarrassment of what was happening.

"Alex, stand up and look me in the eye."

Alex stood up. He had a furious erection, adding to his 
humiliation. Reluctantly his eyes met Amy's. Amy stared at him 
coldly.

"I shouldn't have had to shave you. There's no reason why you 
couldn't have done it yourself. And on top of everything else 
you're getting off on it. That's disgusting."

With that Amy directed Alex to finish cleaning himself off. He 
dried himself and Amy led him back into the living room. She put 
the metal cuffs and temporary tattoos on his arms and legs, while 
Burnside, Wendy, and the other hostess watched. Amy clipped 
Alex's hands behind his back and turned him to face the three 
women, with his erection furiously sticking out in front.

"Alex, I put your hands behind your back because I don't want you 
trying to cover up. Now, when you are ready to behave and keep 
your hands at your sides, I'll take your cuffs off."

"I'll try, Amy. Please."

Amy unhooked Alex's cuffs. She turned to the sorority girl.

"What's your name?"

"Heather"

"Heather. Yeah, that name fits you. You look like a Heather. OK, 
Heather, get a pair of medical gloves and put them on."

Heather did so, quickly. Amy realized that Heather knew how to 
use medical gloves. It turned out that Heather was a pre-Med 
student. Suddenly Amy's plans changed. That was not good news for 
Alex. Amy asked to see Burnside in private.

Burnside sent the three hosts to the kitchen. Amy then asked if 
Burnside if she had another nurse's dress. Of course, responded 
Burnside, she often punished her lovers wearing nursing outfits. 
Amy asked Burnside to lend Heather a nurse's dress and for her to 
be able to wear it that evening. When Burnside handed Amy a dress 
and a matching cap and shoes, Amy told the professor the rest of 
her plans. Amy's plans included a huge break for Heather. Amy 
wanted Heather to be excused from having to serve in the nude. 
Heather would instead wear the nursing outfit at the party, in 
exchange for doing something truly wicked to Alex. When Burnside 
heard Amy's plans she was a bit surprised and very impressed. Amy 
looked so sweet and innocent. She wasn't.

Amy then took Heather into the bathroom. Heather's face lit up 
when Amy handed her the white dress.

"I can wear this? I don't have to be..."

"I'm giving you a break, Heather. Now you owe me. You, me, and 
Alex are going to put on a little demonstration for the benefit 
of the party tonight."

"Sure, Amy, whatever you want! Oh, thanks!"

"You still need to help with the drinks. But I'll need you and 
your medical expertise about half-way through the party."

Heather and Amy came out the bathroom; Heather now dressed in a 
standard nurse's dress. Heather was so relieved that she had 
forgotten about her recent switching. Alex and Wendy looked at 
her, wondering what was going on.

Amy suddenly realized she could make this even worse for Alex, 
and in doing so give Wendy a break as well. Burnside agreed, and 
sent Wendy into the master bedroom to put on a nurse's dress. 
Wendy, elated, rushed to Burnside's closet. It was the first time 
Wendy was allowed to wear anything for almost three months. The 
dress fit loosely on Wendy's small body, but she didn't care. 
Wendy came out and stood next to Heather, both of them in white 
nurses' dresses with relieved expressions. Burnside stood off to 
one side, still dressed in her sweatsuit. Now Alex was the only 
nude person in the room. He would be the only nude servant at the 
party.

The next step was Alex's switching. Originally Amy had planned to 
paddle him as well, but with her new plans decided not to. She 
thought about giving him extra strokes with the switch, but 
again, with her new plans, decided to give Alex a "break". He 
would get his allotted 16. Then he could choose to get more, or 
accept an "alternative punishment".

Amy ordered Alex over the leather bench. She ordered him to 
spread his legs and grab the legs on the other side with his 
hands. She studied the backs of his testicles and his bottom-
hole, thinking about the attention it would receive later that 
night, when the room was full of people.

Amy did not clip his cuffs to the legs of the bench. She crouched 
in front of him, near his face. He looked at her, his eyes full 
of humiliation and fear. He was dumbfounded that Paul's 
girlfriend, of all people, was doing this to him.

"Alex, I am going to start with 16 strokes on your bottom. A year 
and a half ago I took 14 strokes, in the same position, and did 
not get up or cry. I expect the same from you. I expect you to be 
brave, to be still, and to be quiet. If I have to hook you to 
this bench, I will double your punishment."

With that Amy stood up, picked up the switch, measured her 
distance, and tapped Alex's left bottom-cheek just above his 
thigh. She drew her arm back and swung sharply at Alex's bottom. 
The switch made its familiar whistle and a reddish line instantly 
appeared at the base of the right bottom-cheek. Alex gasped and 
groaned slightly. This hurt far more than he expected. He never 
expected that Paul's girlfriend, of all people could...

The switch descended again, breaking into Alex's thoughts. He 
gasped again. The pain was brutal. How could he stand 14 more of 
these? Yet, if he moved, Amy told him he would get double, 32...

Amy tightened her lips and struck again, slightly above the first 
two strokes. Wendy and Heather looked at each other nervously. 
Wendy had endured punishments far more serious than what Alex was 
enduring, but it astonished her to see Amy punish someone every 
bit as cruelly as Burnside could. She flinched slightly every 
time the switch landed on Alex's bottom. Heather was equally 
surprised at the viciousness of Amy's strokes. Burnside watched 
her student with approval and pride. She had taught Amy well.

Amy struck Alex a fourth time. Alex gritted his teeth and 
grunted. He gasped and made an effort to hold back the tears. Amy 
studied the four lines across the lower part of Alex's left 
bottom cheek.

She changed sides, and laid the fifth stroke at the base of 
Alex's right bottom cheek. Alex grunted harder. Amy thought she 
heard "Oh fuck!" under his breath. She slashed again. Alex gasped 
yet again. She noticed dark spots on the carpeting under Alex's 
face. He was starting to cry. Amy hit Alex two more times on the 
right, then stepped back to study her work. The last of her 
strokes were still rising and turning dark. Alex had eight even 
strokes on the lower part of his bottom. He was breathing 
heavily, but making every effort not to make any noise. Amy felt 
for him, because she had done the same thing when Burnside had 
punished her, now more than a year ago.

"Alex, you lied to me about Paul. I don't appreciate that."

With that comment Amy struck hard, right in the middle of Alex's 
left bottom cheek. Alex grunted louder. Amy struck again, just 
above her last stroke. Quickly she laid on the two final strokes 
that completed the eight on Alex's left side.

"OK, Alex, just four more to go with this portion of your 
punishment."

Alex was in too much pain to appreciate the words "this portion". 
His knuckles were white from grabbing the bench. He was trying 
very hard not to scream or cry and make a fool out of himself.

Amy switched sides again and started on the final set on his 
right bottom cheek. Slowly Amy worked her way up his bottom with 
her final four strokes, enjoying the sight of the darkening lines 
and his flinching skin as it bounced from each stroke. Amy 
admired Alex for not screaming. It excited her to see him 
struggle to stay quiet. Amy was different from Burnside in this 
aspect. Burnside became aroused when a victim started screaming, 
while Amy was excited by watching a person struggle to maintain 
self-control during a punishment.

Amy finished and told Alex to stand up. Alex's face was distorted 
with pain and the effort he was making not to scream or cry. 
Still, tears were running down his face. His hands immediately 
went to his bottom, but quickly went off again as he realized 
that the welts would not bear any pressure.

"Alex, put your hands on the bench so we can have a look at you."

Alex complied, and then Amy noticed his body shaking slightly 
with sobs. So she had gotten him to cry after all.

Burnside walked up to Alex.

"You under-estimated Amy, didn't you? Didn't think she could do 
that to you, did you?"

"Y...yes...Dr. Burnside."

Now came Amy's plan. Burnside knew it already. Heather and Wendy 
did not.

"Alex, go ahead and bend back over that bench. I need to get 
started on the next set of strokes."

Between gasps and tears Alex, turned around.

"What...next set? You said 16...I'm done."

"For cheating on the term paper, yes, you're done. But then 
there's the fact you lied to me about Paul. That's another 16, 
over the ones you've had already. And Paul told me that you 
plagiarized some of his other stuff as well. That's another 16."

"Amy, you can't do that. You said 16..."

"Well, you signed the agreement that your disciplinary 
alternative would be to my satisfaction. As far as I'm concerned 
you've been disciplined for the midterm. But there's still the 
lie about Paul and the other papers. Both are just as bad. So, 
you get two more sessions with the switch."

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

"Don't look at me, Alex. I agree with Amy. You fucked up. If it 
were up to me I'd use a cane. Get a little blood out of you."

There was no escape for Alex. He looked at the bench, then at 
Amy.

"Amy, please! Can't you do something else? Anything?"

"Like what, Alex? How else am I going to punish you if it isn't 
with this switch?"

"Please Amy, anything! Something else! I can't stand it again!"

Amy exchanged glances with Wendy. She knew that Wendy had endured 
70 strokes with this switch, and here Alex was, whining about 
just 16.

"OK, Alex. I'll stop at 16 strokes. I'll punish you a bit later, 
but I won't hit your ass anymore. However, you will do what I 
tell you, when I am ready to punish you."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. You agree now, or 
we'll do the other two sets of 16 strokes on your ass. Which is 
it?"

Alex again looked at the switch, then into Amy's face.

"I'll do whatever you tell me."

Amy nodded and put down the switch.

----------

The party itself was a lot like Mardi Gras last year. Burnside 
wore the same outfit as last year, her shapely tanned bottom on 
display as before. There were the same decorations, the same 
dancing, Burnside's usual flirting with her four male companions, 
the same drinks. The only difference was that there was only one 
naked male host, and two female hostesses in white nurse dresses.

The graduate student from last year was there with her cop 
boyfriend and her large group of friends. Paul showed up in his 
hospital gown and his bare bottom. He and Amy ran around 
together, the nurse and her patient.

Paul still was infuriated at Alex and gave him dirty looks 
whenever he walked by with his tray of drinks. He had gone out of 
his way to help Alex in his classes, only to have Alex copy his 
papers, several times over. He felt betrayed. Amy gave Paul an 
abbreviated version of Alex's punishment, and added, "You said 
treat him like I did Bill last year. OK, that's what I have in 
mind. There will be a little show after Burnside gets spanked."

There was the same question posed by Halsey to the partiers about 
Burnside's birthday, the same chant of 
"SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK!", and the same loud swats reverberating 
throughout the room. There was the same result, Burnside 
playfully shaking her reddish bottom at the cheering crowd.

About a half an hour after her spanking, Burnside turned up the 
lights, stood up, and silenced her guests. Amy motioned Wendy and 
Heather to stand with her in front of a sturdy table that 
Burnside and Halsey had cleared just a few minutes before. The 
three nurses stood together at the table while Burnside announced 
that the party would be treated to a medical demonstration. Paul 
hooked Alex's wrist cuffs together in front of him and led him to 
where Amy was. Paul then made Alex kneel in front of three young 
women. On cue Amy, Heather, and Wendy put on their medical 
gloves. Alex looked around him in terror. He started to wonder if 
he should have accepted the extra two punishments on his bottom.

Paul stepped back, as Amy took Alex's arm and forced him to get 
up on the table on his elbows and knees, with his striped bottom 
spread wide and high in the air. Amy tapped the insides of his 
knees to force them further apart. Any then ordered Alex to put 
his hands in the air. She climbed up on the table and attached 
Alex’s wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling that had two 
clips for his cuffs. With a series of sharp taps to his legs Amy 
positioned Alex so that his back was arched, his bottom stuck 
well out, and his legs spread widely. The partiers standing 
behind Alex had an excellent view of his anus and the back of his 
testicles. Alex’s face was deep red from humiliation, but worse 
was yet to come.

Amy then motioned Wendy to pick up an empty glass jar from the 
next table.

Amy grabbed her victim’s cuffed hands and drew her own face close 
to his. She stared into his eyes with a ferocious expression, a 
combination of lust, cruelty, and triumph. "You will do what we 
tell you. If you don't, you'll get 32 strokes with the switch in 
front of all these people, and then I might just flunk you 
anyway."

With that Amy jumped off the table and grabbed Alex’s feet. Amy’s 
graduate student acquaintance grabbed a flashlight from her 
boyfriend's belt and shined it at Alex's penis from the front. 
Amy nodded at Heather to begin, while Paul stood quietly in his 
hospital gown, watching with crossed arms.

Heather took over. She shoved her finger up Alex's bottom. She 
found his prostate gland and began massaging it. Alex immediately 
went hard. Within a minute he had a furious, throbbing erection. 
Heather continued to move her fingers inside Alex, gently 
manipulating his prostate. Heather again looked over at Amy. Amy 
nodded for her to continue.

Alex suddenly realized what Heather was about to force him to do. 
In front of all these people. His fears were confirmed when Wendy 
put the jar over the end of his penis. With her free hand Heather 
grabbed the shaft of Alex's penis and began massaging it, as well 
as his prostate. He held back as long as he could, but Heather's 
fingers continued to manipulate him mercilessly, both from the 
front and from the back. He groaned as he released over and over 
into the jar. The crowd cheered as they watched the white jets 
shoot out. Tears ran down Alex's cheeks as Heather got spasm 
after spasm out of him. Heather then let go of Alex's penis and 
pulled out her finger out of his bottom. Wendy held the jar up 
high, displaying Alex's semen to the cheering crowd.

Amy then laid a fearsome slap across Alex’s bottom. “Alex, get 
your butt out. I’m sure everyone still wants to have a good look 
at it. If you dare move before I tell you, kiss your career 
goodbye.”

With that, several female guests lined up at the table to fondle 
Alex and slap his bottom hard with their hands. Several guests 
took pictures of each other as they took turns spanking his 
already badly marked bottom. Amy had promised not to punish Alex 
any more, but she had said nothing about the other guests. Alex 
faced away from the crowd, but shifted position and pushed his 
bottom out as best he could. The hard slaps on top of his welts 
were pure agony. 

Alex began to cry as the crowd of women around him laughed and 
teased him. He could not believe this nightmare. Alex was able to 
fully appreciate his complete public humiliation. He had betrayed 
his roommate Paul, and now was paying dearly for it. He was 
absolutely dumbfounded that Paul's innocent-looking girlfriend 
could have done this to him.

Finally, after the longest half hour of Alex’s life, Amy climbed 
back on the table to unhook the cuffs. She ordered Paul’s 
roommate to get cleaned up and get back to his main duty of 
serving drinks. He rolled off the table and staggered to the 
bathroom.

Amy, Heather, and Wendy lined up in front of the table as the 
entire room exploded into cheering and applause. As Burnside 
smiled and gestured to them, the three nurses bowed to their 
audience, and then split up. Wendy returned to the kitchen and 
Heather picked up her drink tray. Amy and Paul went to the 
bathroom to retrieve Alex. Amy pounded on the bathroom door.

"Alex, get cleaned up and get back out here! Your break is over!"

She heard the splashing of water in the bathtub. She pounded the 
door again.

"Come-on! Out!"

Reluctantly Alex opened the door. He faced Amy and Paul. It was 
Paul who spoke.

"Look, Alex. I don't appreciate what you did, and I sure as hell 
don't appreciate that you lied to Amy about me! I went through 
the computer and found four of my reports that you put your name 
on. Well guess what? You're going to re-write every one of those 
reports and turn them in, and explain what you did to your 
professors. I'll go with you. And until you do, Amy's keeping 
your Burnside paper."

"Paul, please! I can't do four..."

"Well, you're going to learn! I'll help you. But before this 
semester is over, you'll write some honest papers! You'll have 
plenty of time during Spring Break!"

"Spring Break?! Paul I'm gonna go to..."

"Mazatlan. Well, now you won't. As Burnside would say, you're 
gonna spend quality time with your books!"

Amy chimed in.

"Alex, there are people waiting for their drinks. Get back to 
work."

----------

When the party ended Wendy, Heather, and Alex had to put the 
furniture back and clean up. Alex was very subdued. He barely 
could face his two fellow servants. Burnside made it worse for 
him by forcing him to stay nude while Heather and Wendy kept 
their dresses on. Finally, totally exhausted, they finished at 
about 9:00 a.m., leaving Burnside's house as clean as it had been 
before the party started.

Then something strange happened, to cap off a very strange night. 
As it got lighter outside, Burnside gave Alex and Heather their 
clothes back, and dismissed them. Heather pulled off her nurse's 
dress in front of Alex to get dressed. He noticed her attractive 
body and the 14 red stripes on her bottom from her own 
punishment. Suddenly he got some of his self-confidence back. On 
inspiration he asked her if she was free tomorrow night. She 
looked at him, considered for a second, then said.

"Sure, why not? Let me give you my phone number."



  
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