My English Professor F/M

   I am a twenty-two year old male in my last year and last semester in
college.  I had to take the rest of my advanced courses for my four-year
degree, plus an English course that I needed to graduate.  English was
always my weakest subject, so I didn't take this course until the very end
of college.  The English course was my last class of the day that started
at 3 PM, and my classes started at 9 AM.  It was also clear across campus
from my 2 PM class, so I was always very tired and exhausted by the time
the class started.  I also had to settle for a seat in the back of the
large room since I usually arrive either just on time or a little late.

   Since this was a class where every student needed to pass to graduate,
the class size was very large and it was given as a lecture.  I had a woman
professor for the class, and she was known as Professor Johnson.  Since I
was seated in the back of the room I couldn't see her very well, but felt
like I had met her sometime in the past.  Her grade for the class was made
up from the midterm exam and the final exam.  Attendance did not count and
there weren't any surprise quizzes.

   I was making straight A's in my other classes, so I was surprised when
we got our midterm back for this English class, and I had received an F. 
She had written on the exam that she wanted to see me after class. 
Professor Johnson also went over the answers in class, and I did miss
enough of them to deserve an F.

   So after the class, I went up to her and asked, "You wanted to see me?"

   I had waited to talk to her until all of the other students had left, so
that it would be more private.  Anyway, she looked at my exam and said,
"Yes, I did want to talk to you after class.  However, I do need to get
home and I live only a few blocks from here.  Would you be willing to talk
to me as I walk home."

   "I don't have anymore classes for today, so I have the time to talk to
you as you walk home." I told her.

   I helped her with all of her papers she had to carry home, and we had a
good conversation.  Now that I could finally see Professor Johnson up
close, she sure did look familiar.  "I like to look into my student's
records when they aren't doing so well in my classes, and I think I know
you from ten years ago." She said.

   "That was when I was only twelve years old.  You also look familiar to
me.  What did you find out?" I asked.

   "Ten years ago, my name was Cindy White, and I think I was a babysitter
and tutor for you back then when I was attending college.  Did you used to
live in Golden Valley?" She asked.  "My parents both worked and I did have
many tutor and babysitters back then.  But yes, I did live in Golden
Valley." I was really getting curious about her.

   "Well, I am now married to another professor at the college, and my name
has changed to Johnson." She said.  "Wasn't your dad a powerful lawyer, and
your mom worked at a advertising company?" "Yes, you are correct.  You must
of tutored and babysat me.  There were so many babysitters and tutors, but
I do now remember you a little bit." I said.

   As we walked, she recalled many of the things we had done together, and
they did bring back memories of her.  Since my parents didn't come home
until very late in the day, it was up to my tutors and babysitters to pick
me up from school, feed me, and help me do my homework.  Also back then, I
was spanked when I got into trouble, and my parents also let my tutors and
babysitters spank me.

   Soon we were at her house and she invited me in.  We sat down and were
soon discussing my poor performance on the midterm exam.  Then she said she
had something in her bedroom that I might be interested in, and she got up
and brought it out to me.  To my surprise, it was a large wooden paddle
that she used to spank me with.

   "I have kept it for many years as a reminder of when I used to spank
you. As I recall, I did really help your grades improve when you were in
school.  I was just sorry I couldn't keep tutoring you after I attained my
four-year degree.  I got my masters and doctorate degree at an university
in another state." She said.

   "I do recall being spanked by you.  You always used your own paddle on
me, where the others just used their hands or a yardstick." I said.

   She handed me the paddle and asked, "Well, it helped you back then, do
you think it would help you now?"

   "Maybe." I replied.

   "If you were to agree to be spanked by me, I could make sure you pass
this class." She said.

   "Aren't I a little too old to be spanked?" I asked.  "I am twenty-two
years old."

   "No one is too old to be spanked.  Besides, no one else needs to know
about this." She replied.

   "I really do need to pass your class to graduate from college, so I
guess I could allow you to spank me." I replied.

   "Good.  It will be just like when you were only twelve years old.  Stand
up and follow me to my study." She said.

   She led me to a room with many bookshelves full of books, and it also
had a large wooden desk and several chairs.  She sat down on one of the
chairs and said, "Come over here and stand with your hands on your head so
that I may prepare you for your spanking."

   I felt like I was a little kid again, when she ordered me to stand in
front of her.  "I will first warm you up with a hand spanking over my
knees. But first stand still." Then she undid my belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped my jeans, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles.  "Over you go!"

   Soon my feet and hands were touching the floor, and my ass was up in the
air.  "When I spanked you before, I made your ass turn a bright red.  I
hope to turn it that color again." Then she started to spank me.  I felt
relieved that she allowed me to keep my briefs on.  Although I was being
spanked, I noticed that I was starting to have an erection.  That's because
she smelled so nice and I felt very close to her in this vulnerable
position.  She spanked me alternating from cheek to cheek, and soon I felt
a warm glow in my body.

   After about five minutes of spanking, she said, "When you were a really
naughty boy, I had you bend over a desk to receive the paddle.  So stand up
and walk over the desk and bend over it.  Stretch your arms out in front of
you and grasp the other side of the desk.  You will now feel the paddle on
your naughty cute little bottom."

   Cindy was the only tutor that spanked me in this manner.  Although I was
twenty-two, I felt like I was twelve years old, again.  The paddle that
Cindy used also had many holes in it, and it had a real sting to it.  Since
I didn't want to be paddled by her when I was growing up, I really studied
hard and my grades greatly improved.

   With my poor bottom up in the air for the paddle, I felt very good that
she had let me leave on my briefs.  Then she said, "Stay still and bent
over the desk while I prepare you for the rest of your spanking." Then I
felt her fingernails in the waistband of my briefs, and soon they were at
my ankles.

   "Please don't spank me on the bare skin!" I exclaimed .  "You have been
a very naughty boy, and I know this will improve your grades." Cindy said.
She helped me step out of my briefs and then she said, "Now spread your
legs apart."

   By this time I felt a warm glow in my bottom, and I was very aware of my
erection.  I really didn't want her to see me this way, so I didn't spread
my legs.  Then I felt the paddle on the back of my thighs; "I said spread
your legs apart!  This will just make your spanking last longer."

   I slowly spread my legs and now I was fully aware that my erect penis
and balls were hanging down in plain sight and unprotected.  "I can see
that you have grown to be a fine young man, but I am still going to
continue your spanking." Cindy said.  I also felt her hands on my now warm
bottom.  "Your cheeks are starting to turn a nice color of pink.  They will
look even better when I turn them red."

   Then she started to spank me with the paddle.  I grasped the other side
of the desk and didn't let go, so that I would stay in position.  After
several swats of the paddle, she would stop and caress my bottom cheeks,
and then continue on with my spanking.  Each time her fingers would explore
further and further, and eventually she was touching my penis and balls.  I
was now experiencing a feeling of both the pain of the paddle and the
pleasure of her fingers.  I had never felt this way when Cindy had spanked
me when I was twelve years old.

   "Will you study harder?" She asked.  SPANK!  SPANK!

   "Yes I will." I replied.  SPANK!  SPANK!

   "And will you come to my house after class every week so that I may
continue your spanking?" SPANK!  SPANK!

   I had no choice but to say, "Yes I will!" SPANK!  SPANK!

   She examined my poor bottom and said, "You have now turned a nice shade
of red.  I will give you ten more swats from the paddle and I want you to
count them for me.  I also want you to say, 'Thank you, Professor Johnson',
after each swat.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes I do," I replied.  SWAT!

   "Please address me as Professor Johnson, and that swat will not count."
She said.

   "Yes, Professor Johnson." I answered.

   "Now these last ten will be a lot harder than the rest of the spanking
that you have received up till now.  Be sure to stay in position." She
said.

   SWAT!  "One.  Thank you Professor Johnson." It did sting a lot more than
before.

   SWAT!  "Two.  Thank you Professor Johnson." I kept a tight grip on the
desk.

   SWAT!  "Three.  Thank you Professor Johnson." Now I wasn't sure if I
could stand seven more swats from the paddle.

   SWAT!  "Four.  Thank you Professor Johnson." Then she rubbed my bottom
cheeks and felt my penis and balls.  SWAT!  "Five.  Thank you Professor
Johnson."

   "Only five more left.  You are doing very well." She said.

   SWAT!  "Six.  Thank you Professor Johnson." Now my poor bottom really
felt warm and tender.

   SWAT!  "Seven.  Thank you Professor Johnson."

   SWAT!  "Eight.  Thank you Professor Johnson."

   "I believe that your spankings should improve your grades again." She
said.

   SWAT!  "Nine.  Thank you Professor Johnson." I wasn't sure that I could
stand another swat from her dreaded paddle.

   SWAT!  I stood up and grasped my poor bottom.  "You forgot to count and
thank me, so bend over the desk again.  Be sure and stay bent over the desk
until I tell you to stand up." She said.  So I slowly bent over the desk.

   SWAT!  "Ten.  Thank you Professor Johnson." Although I really wanted to
rub my bottom, I stayed in position.

   "This lotion should help ease the pain from your spanking." Then I felt
this cool lotion being applied to my burning bottom cheeks.  She slowly in
circles, worked it into my tender skin.  "Stay in position, unless you want
me to spank you some more." She warned.

   Now I felt her soft hands and the cool lotion between my legs and on my
penis and balls.  Then I felt a paper towel as I couldn't help myself but
to release my cum into her hands and paper towel.

   "I want to see you here for another spanking next week.  I will also
give you a quiz to make sure you are paying attention in class.  Now stand
up, get dressed, and don't forget to study." She said.  "See you next
week!"

   I dressed and left her house.  In my dorm room, I studied on my stomach
since I was unable to sit down for a while.  I know I will do much better
in Professor Johnson's English class.

   My English Professor Pt2

   After my spanking from Professor Johnson, I studied a lot harder the
next week.  I hurried from my class to make it on time for my English class
with Professor Johnson the following week.  To my surprise, she wasn't
there but they ran videotape of her class, so we wouldn't miss anything.

   I wasn't sure if I should go to her house after class for a spanking,
since she was not in class.  But she lived nearby, so I walked over to her
house.  When I knocked on the door, a strange woman greeted me.

   "Is Professor Johnson home?" I asked.

   "She was called away for a family emergency, but she should be home
shortly.  I am her sister Sue from Boston.  Why don't you come in and we
can talk while we wait for her to come back." Sue said.

   We went into her living room and sat across from each other.  "My name
is Clyde and I attend her English class.  She has just started to help me
out to make sure I pass her class.  I hopefully will graduate this
semester, if I don't fail in her class."

   "My name again is Sue, her sister.  I am visiting for a week, and I am
the Dean of an all women's college in Boston.  Glad to meet you."

   "I didn't know she had an older sister." I said.

   "You said your name was Clyde.  I remember my sister saying that she
babysat and tutored a boy name Clyde.  Was that you?" Sue asked.

   "Yes it was.  But I had a rough childhood and had many tutors and
babysitters." I said.

   "I remember Cindy saying that she really enjoyed working with you.  I
think it is ironic that she is now your professor in college.  Since she
isn't here yet, let me call her on her cell phone" Then she called
Professor Johnson from a telephone in the living room.

   "Hello Cindy, this is Sue.  How much longer will you be?.....Clyde is
here waiting for you.  What should I tell him?....Everything is on your
desk......you will join us later.....Okay....don't rush, I can handle Clyde
until you get back.  See you soon.  Bye."

   Then Sue said to me, "Cindy will be here shortly.  I am supposed to go
to her study and find the file on you.  Then you are to sign a contract,
take a quiz, and then follow my orders.  So follow me."

   I followed her to Professor Johnson's study and Sue sat down behind the
desk and I sat on a nearby chair.  On her desk was my file folder, and on
top the folder was the wooden paddle.  Sue next handed me a contract to
sign.  It said that I would be at Professor Johnson's house every week
until the end of the semester to be disciplined for my poor performance in
her English class.  That I would receive at least two swats of the paddle
for every answer wrong on her weekly quiz and any other further punishment
deemed necessary by Professor Johnson.  Also, an over the knee warm up
spanking would be included in my weekly discipline session.  I would also
allow other people to be involved in my discipline sessions.  If I did not
sign this agreement and follow the contract, then I would fail her class. I
was also doing this on my own free will.

   I felt I had no other choice but to sign the contract, that is if I
wanted to graduate from college.  So I signed the contract and handed it to
Sue.  She took it and handed me a 100-question quiz.

   "Answer the questions on the quiz while I finish reading your file." Sue
said.

   The quiz was even harder than the mid-term.  For every question, there
could be three different answers.  I wanted to get all of them correct,
since I would now receive two swats of the paddle for every incorrect
answer.

   As I answered the questions on the quiz Sue said, "My sister is very
good at documenting everything that has happened with you tutoring.  She
also asked me to start your discipline as needed, before she arrives home.
As Dean of my all women's college, were also have the women sign an
agreement to use corporal punishment on them as needed to improve their
behavior and grades.  It will be a pleasure to administer this same
discipline on you, a male.  I have the key to the quiz, so we can go over
your wrong answers as soon as you finish.  No rush."

   This made me even more nervous.  It was looking like Sue would spank me.
I finished the quiz, turned it in to Sue, and waited.  I noticed she was
making many marks on the quiz.  "It is obvious to me that you will receive
a spanking, so please strip down to your underwear while I finish grading
your quiz."

   I felt very embarrassed taking off most of my clothes in front of this
woman whom I had just meant.  But I had signed the contract, and I knew
that I was going to be spanked.  As I sat on the chair, it felt very cool
through my thin white briefs.

   She handed the quiz back to me.  50 wrong answers!  That meant 100 swats
from the paddle.  She reviewed with me my wrong answers, and many mistakes
I made were because I was very nervous.  She slid her chair back from
behind the desk and said, "Come over here.  Now is the time to pay the
piper for your errors.  Stand in front of me with your hands over your
head." I felt very embarrassed as she looked over every inch of my body. 
"Now turn around so that I can see your butt." Next I felt her hands on my
cheeks.  "Nice spankable butt you have."

   Then I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my briefs as she was
pulling the down.  "Please don't take them down.  Professor Johnson always
started my spanking with my briefs up." I complained.

   "Well I am not my sister, and please address me as Dean White from now
on.  I always give a bare bottom spanking to the women of my college, so
you should be no different than them." Soon my briefs were at my ankles. 
"Now step out of your briefs.  You won't be needing them for a while." Then
to embarrass me even more, she said, "Turn around so that I can view your
body before you go over my knee.  Keep your hands over your head,"

   I was very conscious of my erection, and standing naked in front of this
woman who was about to spank me.

   "Yes, I do wish my college was co-ed.  I do miss spanking the men." She
said.  She raised her skirt very high and spread her legs and I could see
her white panties.  "Now bend over with your penis between my legs." I
could feel her strong thighs surround my erect penis, and her thighs closed
to keep me in place.  "I will now start with a warm-up hand spanking."

   It seemed like Dean White had larger hands than Professor Johnson
because my whole cheek seemed to feel the warmth of her hand as she spanked
me.  At the same time, it was wonderful to smell her perfume and feel the
warmth of her body around me.

   My over the knee spanking lasted for about five minutes and then Dean
White said, "It's time for you to stand up and bend over the desk for the
rest of your punishment." So I stood up, rubbed my cheeks, and bent over
the desk.  I kept my legs together, hoping she would spank me in this
position.  But I felt the paddle hitting the insides of my thighs, "You
know better than to bend over with your legs together.  Spread them wide
apart for me.  My sister even indicated in her file on you that you didn't
like spreading your legs."

   Now I was aware that my erect penis and balls were hanging, totally
exposed between my legs.  "Because you missed 50 questions, you will
receive at least 100 swats from the paddle.  Please count them out loud. 
If you stand up or rub you butt, that swat will not count.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes I am." I replied.

   SWAT, SWAT, SWAT!

   "Those three will not count because you forgot to address me as Dean
White.  Are you ready, Clyde?"

   "I'm ready to receive my spanking, Dean White."

   "That's better.  Hold on tight to the other side of the desk." She said.
SWAT!

   It stung a lot more than when Professor Johnson had spanked me with the
paddle.  And now I wasn't looking forward to receiving 100 swats from Dean
White.  But I said, "One."

   By the time I got up to 30 swats, my poor naughty bottom was very warm
and tingling.  I also still had a very big erection.

   But then I heard the front door open and heard, "Sue.  I'm home.  Are
you in the study with Clyde?" Dean White answered, "Yes, I'm in the study.
Your student has a wonderful butt to spank." Then I felt four hands on my
warm bottom, and they began to discuss my spankable butt and how I deserved
this spanking.

   "You're doing a good job with him." Professor Johnson said.  "I think
I'll let you continue spanking him as I still have a few things to do
around the house.  By the way, how did he do on the quiz?"

   "He got 50 questions wrong, so he really deserves this spanking." Dean
White said.

   "I'll be back in a little bit.  Continue his spanking." Professor White
said.  Then she left the room.

   My spanking continued until Dean White reached 90, then she said, "These
last ten will be delivered harder than your previous swats.  I want you to
still count them out loud and say 'Thank you, Dean White after every one.
Do you understand?"

   "I understand, Dean White." I replied.

   "Hold on tight, here comes the next swat!"

   SWAT!  "Ninety-one.  Thank you, Dean White." It stung a lot more but I
stayed in position.

   SWAT!  "Ninety-two.  Thank you, Dean White." I wasn't sure if I could
stand the rest of the swats.

   SWAT!  "Ninety-three.  Thank you, Dean White." This continued till my
last swat.

   SWAT!  "One Hundred.  Thank you, Dean White." I was glad it was over
with.

   "Clyde, stay in position.  I want my sister to see you poor red butt."
Dean White said.

   Soon both women were feeling and examining my poor bottom.  "Before we
put lotion on you, I want my sister to introduce you to what she sometimes
uses on her students." Professor Johnson said.  Then Dean White left the
room and returned carrying a cane.

   "This is what I use on students who have been especially naughty.  And
since this is an extra cane that I own, I'm going to lend it to my sister
for awhile." Dean White.

   "Sue, why don't you give Clyde three strokes of the cane so that he
knows what it feels like.  If your women can stand to be caned, Clyde
should also be able to take the cane." Professor Johnson said.

   "I usually give at least six strokes, but since this is Clyde's first
time to feel the cane, I guess three stokes should do the trick." Dean
White said.

   I felt the tap of the cane on my tender red bottom, heard the distinct
whistle of the cane, then SWISH!  It felt like 100 bees had stung me in a
straight line.

   Another tap, whistle, SWISH!  Now it felt like a burning hot metal rod
had gone across the skin of my poor bottom.

   Tap, whistle, SWISH!  I couldn't see how anyone could stand six strokes
of the cane.

   "You took that very well, Clyde." Dean White said.  "Now stay in
position while we put lotion on you." And then I felt for hands applying a
very cool lotion to my burning bottom.  It felt so good and soon I felt
someone's hands on my penis and balls.  "Here's some tissue for you."

   And soon I exploded my cum into the tissue.  Now I had a lot of mixed
feelings in my body.  I felt my warm bottom from the spanking, and also the
pleasure of just letting go of myself.

   "You can stand up and get dressed now." Professor Johnson said.  "I
expect you here after class next week."

   As I dressed, I heard Dean White tell her sister, "By then I will have
taught you how to use the cane on him.  Bye Clyde."

   When I got back to my dorm room, I saw that my poor bottom was bright
red all over, and I had three parallel straight welts across my bottom.  I
felt like I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.




   
