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This is a brief piece of fiction. This section started off as a writing assignment by "n" whereas E.E. Norcod just polished it up. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead exists only in the mind of the reader. But the fantasy may be familiar to anyone who has ever sat next to a girl in collegiate calculus.
Part Two
The Room
After the long terrifying walk down the corridor lined with endless similar-looking
institutional metal doors He stops in front of a door marked B.122. I am
so startled I run up into Him and am amazed at how solid He is. I bounce
off, lose my balance on my high heels and tumble to the floor in a jumble
of arms and legs. This reveals a large expanse of skin above the tops of
my black nylons and I am sure that it also reveals my lack of undergarments.
He pulls out a large ring of keys, selects one, and inserts it into the
knob of Room B.122. As the door swings open He reaches down and plucks
me upright as if I was as weightless as the leaves now falling from the
Red Oak trees by the dorms. We enter a huge storage room as He flicks the
light switch, turning on the single dim naked incandescent bulb in the
ceiling at the far end of the room. Then He roughly slides the heavy rusted
bolt in the door behind us. The room is filled with shelves and shelves
of cardboard file boxes – the remains of three decades of old final
exams, probably filed in anticipation of the Second Coming. There is a
metal desk and metal closet in one of the far back corners. On the floor
next to the desk is the vase filled with crape myrtle shoots that I saw
in His office the other day. That was the vase I focused on the other day
in His office when He told me how strict the tutorials are. About how C.P.
is used on recalcitrant, stupid, willful girls. If I was scared then it
was nothing compared to my fear now. I suspect that this is going to be
more than 'a little spanking'. "Just so you don't get any ideas, little
bitch, several of my very close female friends know that I'm meeting with
you tonight. They are prepared to supply me with a most concrete alibi." I
tell him "You wouldn't dare to actually harm me. I'll have you brought
up on charges of moral turpitude and you will never get a job in academia
again". He is on me in an instant. His hand grips my hair and I feel my
head pulled painfully back. "First of all, bitch, it has been tried
before and nobody on this campus is going to fuck with me. Try that shit
and the next thing you know you will be back down here for a session that
will last days and not hours." Then He grabs my two wrists together in
His massive right hand, raises my arms up and delivers a truly nasty, very
hard slap to my backside. With that He says "Now for the ground rules.
You will not speak while in this room unless you are told to." Another
slap stings my backside "You will follow all commands quickly and silently." Another
slap to my butt. "If you are not obedient in every detail, the deal is
off. You get the big F in Calculus, you lose your scholarship, you are
expelled from this college, the whole nine yards". A fourth slap stings
me. "Do not presume that you have control of the situation bitch, you do
not." Another blow to my behind and the tears start to well up in my eyes. "In
this room, you have control of nothing." His right hand hits me a sixth
time. "However, you are free to leave if you wish, but we both know what
that would mean." Slap seven, this is really hurting. "Now, I hope you
are going to have less trouble learning the rules I have just laid forth
than you do with simple derivatives." He slaps my bottom an eighth
time as He releases my hands. My hands instantly spring back to my behind
and I rub vigorously. I was never really ever spanked as a child and certainly
as a teenaged girl no one would ever dare lay a hand on me. I am too shocked
to even screech out. I am dumbfounded. And my pussy is running.
I am terrified at this unexpected turn of events. I was under the assumption
that I could haughtily grant Him His wish to spank me. I can see now that the
situation is evolving into something quite different. I stammer out a "yes
sir..." and He pushes me out to the middle of the floor. "Good. We
will proceed", He says, and sits down behind the desk. I try to stand confidently
as His eyes roam over every part of my body. But it is real difficult to stand
confidently on shaking ankles and knees wearing too highly elevated high heels.
Not when you are beneath the steady gaze of His beady eyes with a wet pussy.
I am feeling very vulnerable, I anticipated a spanking and He has already spanked
me. But this is developing into something more. Something much more serious.
My black, sleeveless cocktail dress seems completely inadequate to shield me
from His stare and now I really miss the psychological comfort that a pair
of panties, a bra and pantyhose would offer. This thin dress, half slip and
pair of black nylon stockings makes me feel worse than naked. He pulls a sheaf
of papers out from a drawer. "This is your test. It stinks. It is the
lowest in the class. Before you are to be taught calculus, your arrogance must
be disciplined. You are a bright girl and i have little doubt that once you
have submitted to my ways, you will eventually pass this class. Tonight, I
plan to provide you with lessons of another sort." I blink stupidly at
his statement stammering out "I don't understand." I am now terrified
out of my mind, this is developing into something much worse than I ever bargained
for. "Obviously you don't understand bitch. And you have forgotten that
I told you that you were not to speak in this room unless ordered to." He
says as He comes out from behind the desk. Summoning all my courage in the
way that they taught us in our assertiveness training class, I say to Him calmly "Stop
calling me a bitch, you asshole." He steps up to me and once again grabs
my hands by the wrists pinioning my two hands in His left hand. But this time
instead of hitting me with His right hand He pulls me over His knees. Before
I know it He has raised the hem of my dress and my half slip. Now my naked
behind is exposed to his gaze. Half a dozen blows now rain down on my bare
butt. And now it is not just the pain. It is the degradation and humiliation
of being held, bare assed and beaten. Then His right hand goes between my legs
grabbing my labia between His thumb, forefinger and middle finger. He gives
my wet genitals a wrenching squeeze and I see before my eyes. I scream and
start kicking and wrenching my body about. He finally lets go and I drop to
my knees as the breath leaves my body. I am beginning to realize that He is
very serious. I close my eyes, and resolve to get through this as quickly as
possible.
I stand up slowly. He returns to His seat behind the desk. Looking at me, and
holding one of the shoots of crape myrtle in His hands he commands "remove
the dress, bitch." He makes sure to accentuate the last word. This is
worse than the exam. The room is starting to spin around me. I would have thought
that my mouth would be dry but my saliva is running wild and I am having to
swallow hard to keep up with it. My hands are sweating and my face is flushed.
Oh my God, this man is nuts and am I scared. Now, I've always been a bit of
an exhibitionist and at parties have enjoyed taunting the guys by showing a
bit of skin. But I was the one in control under those conditions. Early on
I had thought that perhaps I could turn the situation around by arousing his
desires to the boiling point and then denying him any type of relief. But now
it looks like I am the one being controlled. I unzip the dress and it falls
down around my feet leaving me naked but for my half slip, nylons and high
heeled shoes. My hands instinctively go to cover my tiny breasts. "Drop the
hands to you side, bitch" He instructs threateningly and continues, "and
turn around slowly bitch." Scared, but with my slit oozing slippery, slimy
juice, I comply. How you can be so scared and yet so turned on, I cannot comprehend.
He mutters, "Keep turning, hands at your sides, very nice. very, very nice,
now remove your slip." I gulp and whisper "But sir if I do I will be naked." He
smiles, "That is the idea, bitch" and flicks the crape myrtle switch up and
down onto his palm. Turning my back to him I place my thumbs on the sides of
my hips, hook them into the elastic waist band of my slip and ease the filmy
black undergarment over my hips. I squat down a bit and once the slip is below
my knees I step out of it, trying to expose myself as little as possible. And
trying to absolutely not reveal any inner thigh dripping with secretions. He
runs his eyes over my stripped body and remarks. "Your ass is starting to ripen
before my very eyes. I've had my sights on you for quite some time. I knew
exactly what you were the minute you walked into my first lecture. You are
destined by nature to be a Paintoy and a Fucktoy. Like all oriental bitches
you are short on tit but long on pussy. And like all oriental bitches you have
a broad ass that just cries out to be beaten. I will mold you and shape you.
Pain and humiliation will be your lot until you learn to be absolutely submissive
to my will. Tit, asshole and pussy will be mine. Mouth and buttocks. Yes even
feet and nostrils will serve me. Until you become slave to my every wish, you
will know nothing but beatings and piercings and brandings and wrenchings of
limbs. And do you know what will be the worst part of all of this. In time,
bitch, you will come to love your slavery."
Never in my life have I been so scared and felt so out of control. My pulse was pounding in my head and my racing heart was pounding in my chest. The flush was spreading from my face down onto my chest and the heat was welling up from my stung buttocks. And worst or all, fluid was pouring out of my vagina.
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