Doctoral Discipline

Chapter 1:

“Miss McLean... Miss Mclean... MISS McLEAN”

“Huh, what... oh sorry Professor Matthews”

“Did you enjoy your nap Miss McLean?” asked Professor Matthews with a smirk on his face.

“I’m really sorry Sir, it won’t happen again” I said as I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. Ugh, still 30 minutes of class left.

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The bell rang and I leaned over to pack up my books. As I was placing my books in my bag I felt and hand rest firmly on my shoulder. “Miss McLean, I would like to see you in my office at the end of the day, say 4pm.” I looked up at Professor Matthews, noticing his well muscled, firm body as my eyes worked their way up to his face. “Yes Professor, I will be there” I replied meekly.

Today was the 2nd time in the last week and a half that I had fallen asleep in Professor Matthews graduate level lipid biochemistry course. To top it off, I was pretty sure that I had failed, or almost failed, the last surprise quiz he had given us. My name is Madison McLean. I am a graduate student, usually I get straight A’s, but recently my marks have been slipping and my concentration waning slightly. Not much, but enough that I’m slightly worried I might not be able to retain my full scholarship if I don’t shape up and get back on track. I had a pretty good feeling this meeting was not going to be very enjoyable for me. Professor Matthews, although young for a graduate level professor, was extremely demanding of what he expected from his students. He was always pushing his students to learn far beyond their own expectations of themselves. Professor Matthews was fully aware that I am typically a straight A student, so the proposal of this meeting had me quite worried. I had a couple of hours to kill before having to be at his office, so I spent the afternoon working on my research project, trying not to worry what the outcome might be. Before long 4pm had rolled around, so I left my desk and headed up one floor to Professor Matthews office.

“Come in Miss McLean” said Professor Matthews as I knocked on the door. I entered his office and looked around. It was fairly small, filled with textbooks and papers, but everything was in order. He kept his office tidy and his desk was probably the neatest I had ever seen for a professor. He motioned for me to close the door, but did not invite me to sit. I stood in the middle of his office and waited as he appeared to be finishing something up. After a few minutes he looked at me, it was a long, nerve racking stare. It was like he was looking straight through me. “What time were we supposed to meet Miss McLean?” he asked. I told him 4pm, to which his response was to point to his clock which now read 4:15. “You were late Madison”. I began to open my mouth but he continued immediately “you seem to be falling behind with things right now Miss McLean. You have been falling asleep or daydreaming while in my lectures, you failed your last pop quiz and now you can’t even show up to my office on time. You are typically an excellent student, and for whatever reason you have been falling behind. There is only one month left in the semester, and if you don’t drastically pull up your mark in my class you may no longer be able to hold that scholarship of yours. This is a very serious situation Miss McLean”.

I could do nothing but nod and say “yes Sir” when he had finished. My eyes had fallen to the floor; I was unable to even look into the eyes of my superior. I did not know what to do. I didn’t know if I should try to explain myself, or if I should try to suggest some way of possibly fixing things. I figured there wasn’t much point in explaining, there really wasn’t much to say. I had no real excuse for my behaviour. Instead, I just stood with my head lowered, eyes looking at my feet while I waited for him to speak again.

“Miss McLean, I have been thinking all day of a way to deal with your behaviour. As you know, I do not accept mediocrity from my students, especially from students that typically receive straight A’s. I have come up with a way that I believe we can solve this problem. It is a 2 part solution. First, you will be required to come to my office 3 times a week for supervised study sessions. These sessions will last an hour and a half, during which I will monitor you to ensure that you are spending time on my course material. Do you think this is reasonable Madison?” I nodded. “Good, then for the second part, you will be given specific assignments in order to gain extra credit. If you do these assignments without question or hesitation you will be awarded extra credit to help compensate for the credit you have already lost out on in the course. These assignments may not have anything to do with my class, and may involve doing jobs such as marking, editing, being my personal assistant to use as I see fit. If you decide not to go ahead with this second part for extra credit, the best mark you will be able to obtain in my class is a 70%, and that is only if you get 100% on all of the next assignments, tests and exams. If you agree to do what I ask of you, whatever that may be, without question or hesitation, you may even earn a mark in the 90th percentile. What do you think Miss McLean? Will you agree to this two part solution which will last the length of the rest of the semester?”

I couldn’t see any way around this. It didn’t seem that bad really, extra study sessions which weren’t really extra sessions, they were just going to be in a different location with my professor watching. I could deal with that no problem. As for the other part, I could stoop to being his assistant for a month. Professors are always swamped with marking, writing papers, editing, research, etc. How bad could it be to help him out for a month? I thought about it all for a minute or two as he stared at me, that same stare as earlier that seemed to look right through me. There really wasn’t much I could do to get out of it. I figured this was going to be a fairly easy way to make up for my mistakes and if it would allow me to keep my scholarship and GPA, then it was worth it. After a minute I looked up at Professor Matthews and said “Yes Professor Matthews, I will agree to supervised study sessions three times a week and to being your personal assistant for whatever you may need if there is a chance I won’t end up in a huge mess in terms of my grades and financial status at the end of the semester. Thank you for allowing me a chance to make up for my recent behaviour”.

He smiled. “Good, I want you here for your first study session at 3:30 sharp tomorrow. I suggest you be on time tomorrow Miss McLean.”

I nodded, and thanked him as I left. After I got out of his office I took a deep breath and sighed, thankful that all I needed to do to make up for things was study and help him out a bit.

Chapter 2:

The following day arrived, and after my classes were complete I prepared to see Professor Matthews.  Arriving 5 minutes early I knocked on the door and heard the Professor say: “enter Miss McLean”.  I entered and stood in the center of the room about 3 feet from his desk as he continued to grade papers.  In one corner of the room was a school desk similar to one often seen in high school.  On top of the desk was a wooden hairbrush, which seemed odd, as well as a school girl’s uniform.

After some 5 minutes the Professor finally looked up at me and slowly came around to the front of his desk and leaned against it.  “Now young lady lets go over a few of the rules.  First, you will refer to me as Sir at all times when we are together.  Second, I expect you here on time and ready to study.  Third, you will use that desk to study and you will wear that school girl uniform including the school girl panties”. I felt myself start to blush as I heard my Professor use the word panties, but I was also starting to get the feeling that there are more embarrassing things coming my way. “You may have a 10 minute study break half way through your study period.  Lastly, any questions you may have you will raise your hand and I will acknowledge you.  If you have to go to the rest room you will ask as follows:   ‘Sir may I go potty.’   Is this clear young lady?”

I was in shock. He had to be kidding. He couldn’t seriously think that I would agree to school girl uniforms and being treated like a little girl. I looked up at him, took a deep breath, and began to speak: “Professor Matthews, I don’t think this is appropriate. You can’t treat me like this. I am a doctoral student, not a school girl. I agreed to supervised study sessions, not to being the subject of some fantasy that you have.” Immediately I had a feeling I had said something wrong, he looked furious.

“Miss McLean, you agreed to do whatever I ask of you for the rest of the semester. That means that you have no say in anything and you will do exactly as you are told, without hesitation. If you disagree and pull back on our little arrangement you will not pass my class with a mark good enough to keep your scholarship. I suggest you very quickly accept the predicament you are in and do exactly as I tell you to do.” With that he said no more but continued to stare at me. After a few minutes he asked “do we still have an agreement Miss McLean”. He watched me nod my head yes, my eyes fixated on the floor to avoid his stare. “Very good young lady, but when you are asked a question I expect you to answer properly, so let us try this again. “Do we still have an agreement Miss McLean?” This time I did not hesitate, looked up at him and quietly but firmly answered “yes Sir”.

As he walked back around to his desk chair he ordered me to get changed. I walked towards what was now to be my desk, placed my book bag on the floor and picked up the pile of clothes. I began to walk towards the office door and froze in my tracks when I heard him say “where do you think you are going Missy?” I stumbled over my words for a minute and eventually managed to say “to get changed Professor, the bathroom is just across the hall.” He laughed and said “you will not leave this office without permission young lady. I have already made it clear that you need permission to go to the potty. However, you do not have permission to leave my office at the current time, so I suggest you hurry up and get changed”.

I couldn’t see any way around this situation, so I placed the outfit back on the desk in the corner of the room, turned so my back was to him, and began to get changed. I tried to do it as quick as possible, hoping he wasn’t able to see much other than my bare bottom as I changed into the horrible white cotton school girl panties. I pulled on the plaid skirt, which was way shorter than would have been allowed in any school. It barely covered my backside and I was sure he would be able to see the panties easily. Next I changed out of my t-shirt and into the white button-up blouse. It also was small, pressing firmly against my breasts leaving nothing to the imagination. I slipped on the white knee-high socks and the black Mary Jane heeled shoes. I looked ridiculous, standing in front of my professor in a school girl uniform, my bottom peaking out of the back of the skirt and my breasts pushing hard against the buttons of the shirt. He smiled, told me to sit at my desk and get to work.

As I sat at the desk I noticed again that a wooden hairbrush was there. He must have seen me look at it because he said at almost the same time “bad little girls get spanked with that”. He had an evil looking grin on his face as he said it. I felt my face flush and moved it to the corner of the desk so I could spread out my books. I tried so hard to focus on my books, but I could see him looking at me every once in a while, and I was sure he was getting a fairly good view of me from underneath the desk. I tried several times to pull the skirt hem down, trying to cover myself up as much as possible, but it just wouldn’t work. I was fidgeting a fair amount because I was uncomfortable not only with the outfit but also with the situation in general. About half way through the study session I heard him clear his throat and say “Would you like a 10 minute study break young lady?” Remembering that I was not allowed to simply nod my head I replied “Yes Professor”. He grinned again, it was that evil looking grin and it made my stomach tie up into knots. “Very well, stand in front of my desk and bring your hairbrush with you.” I complied and did exactly as I was told, although I could feel how red my face was turning, both in embarrassment and anger. “Now young lady, you have been a very bad girl these last few weeks and its time we did something to fix that. I am a firm believer that a good backside tanning is key for an attitude adjustment. You have also broken rules since you came into my office today by calling me professor instead of Sir as you were ordered to do. For that you are going to get an additional 10 blows to your backside. I think we will do those first and then I will decide how many you deserve for your overall bad behaviour.”

“When was the last time you were spanked for your bad behaviour, young lady?”  he asked me.  I could feel my face blush from embarrassment, as I never have been asked such a question.   “Never Sir, as far as I can remember”. I answered slowly.   “Hmmm no wonder you are having this problem”.  He stated as if it was as clear as day.  “Clearly, you have trouble with authority figures and because you have such a brilliant mind you have been allowed to get away with things for a long time.  My solution is to treat you as a child until I see an improvement in your attitude and then we may move on to more adult things but for right now I intend to spank your bare bum, Missy”.

I could feel my face flush at the scolding and I noticed the slightest tear forming in my eye.  I was determined not to cry and to remain stoic when I heard the next command.  “Hand me the hairbrush young lady and get the straight-backed chair in front of the desk”.  I did as I was told; handing him the hairbrush and placing the chair in the center of the room, hoping that my compliance would earn me points for good behaviour.

I watched Professor Matthews sit down on the chair and he begin to roll up the right sleeve of his white dress shirt revealing a strong right forearm. I remembered something about him playing golf a lot.  He pointed to his right side and indicated that I should stand next to the chair.  I slowly obeyed, but I quickly got the surprise of my 28 year old life, as he immediately pulled me down over his lap.  My nose nearly touched the floor to his left side and my long legs were spread out behind me on his right side.  I could feel my bottom perched high over his lap with my short skirt rising up my thighs, giving him an excellent view of my school girl panties.  I reached back behind me with my right hand and tried to push down my skirt from its embarrassing position. Just as quickly Professor Matthews trapped my right arm behind me.

I could feel the Professor guiding the hem of my short plaid school girl skirt up my legs and over my hips revealing my full cut white cotton panties.  Now I was both angry and mortified, kicking my legs and yelling “HOW DARE YOU – YOU YOU…… BAST…...”.  Before I could say the full word I felt two of the hardest swats  SWAT! SWAT!  I have ever felt on my panty covered cheeks.  They sounded like gun shots and felt like a swarm of bees had attacked my cheeks.  I quieted down and stopped kicking.  “If you don’t behave and take your spanking like a big girl I will wash your mouth out with soap and spank you so you won’t sit for a week.  Is that clear Miss McLean?”   “Yes Sir. I answered still feeling the awful sting through my panties.

The Professor tucked the hem of my skirt into the waist band of my panties, leaving him nothing but a view of my hideous school girl panties and bare thighs. “Now young lady I intend to use my hand on your cute little girl panties as a warm up.”  I could feel his hand rise over his head and once again his palm landed squarely on my right undie cheek, then the left with no time in between.  SWAT! SWAT!  My bottom felt like it was on fire as he continued to swat my fanny over and over.  I could feel my eyes start to well up, but I was beyond determined not to cry.

Finally he stopped, but quickly he took the waist band of my undies and yanked them down to my knees turning them inside out.  My perky, rounded, pure vanilla cheeks were now completely exposed to a stranger only 6 years my senior.   A slight sob formed in my throat as I realized I was totally exposed. I could feel the goose bumps forming on my bottom from the chilly air-conditioning, although I was sure my bottom would be heated up shortly.

I heard him say: “After I am through tanning your behind I want you facing the wall panties down for the remainder of the hour.”  My cheeks clenched as he took the hairbrush off of my back where it has resting during the last 10 minutes of my panty spanking.  “Okay Missy prepare for the tanning of your life. From now on you will listen and obey me no matter what I ask or you will be in this exact position again and again”.  Lifting the hairbrush it landed with full force on my right cheek causing me to cry out in pain, then the next on my left cheek and so on one after another over and over. Starting high on my backside and coming to the center and finally the crease at my upper thigh.  I couldn’t help but start to sob as my buttocks turned a cherry red.  Finally, after what felt like 30 minutes he stopped and said “Corner time young lady and don’t move and inch or you will be back over my lap”.

I climbed off of his lap and shuffled my way over to the corner as it was hard to walk with my panties around my knees. I was mortified that I not only had been spanked but that he was making me stand in the corner for the rest of the time; however, at least if I was in the corner with my back to him he couldn’t see the tears running down my face. I was furious about this whole situation but had no clue what I could do about it. If only I had been good during the semester and hadn’t let my marks drop. I could have avoided this entire thing. The entire time I stood in the corner I could feel his eyes staring at me, making sure I was obeying his orders not to move an inch. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he told me to come and stand in front of his desk. I did as I was told, determined to not get myself into any more trouble.

“Young lady, do you understand why you have been spanked and put into the corner like a little girl?” I felt my face flush again, but nodded yes, my eyes focused on a single spot on the floor so I could avoid looking at him. “Like I said before, until I see an improvement in your attitude and in your behaviour, you will be treated like a little girl. I will speak to you as if you are a little girl, I will punish you as a I would a little girl and only when you realize that you need to show respect for your superiors will I consider treating you as the 28 year old that you are. Understood Missy?” Again, I nodded my eyes still on the floor. “Good, now pull up your panties, pack up your books and head straight home. You are to be in bed by 8 pm tonight, is that clear young lady?” Again, I nodded.

I began to pull up my panties when I realized that he had not given me permission to change back into my regular clothes. “Sir” I said, and waited for permission to speak any further. He nodded his ok and I continued “may I please have permission to change back into my regular clothes before leaving your office Sir?” He smiled that evil smile of his and said “No young lady, if I had wanted you to get changed I would have told you to do so. You are to wear this outfit for the rest of the evening until you get yourself ready for bed. Is that clear Miss McLean?” I nodded and said “Yes Sir”. It took me a couple of minutes to pack up my books and place my regular clothes into my backpack. As I was just about finished Professor Matthews cleared this throat and said “Miss McLean, let me see your cell phone for a moment before you leave”. I nodded and pulled it out of my bag to pass to him. I had no idea what he was up to, but I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After a moment I saw him copying down a number, my cell number actually, and then he passed it back to me. “Don’t forget Miss McLean, in bed by 8 pm, which means you better be all ready for bed before then.” I looked at him and said “yes Sir” as I took back my phone and headed out of his office.

To Be Continued....

Doctoral Discipline - Continued

Chapter 3:

As soon as I got out into the hallway I looked around and was thankful that no one else seemed to be around. It was about 5 pm which meant that a lot of people might be starting to head out for the evening. I moved as fast as I could down one floor and into the nearest bathroom where I got changed back into my everyday clothes. There was no way he would find out that I had changed, so I wasn’t worried about it. There was no way I was going to take the bus home wearing that hideous outfit. I ran down to my office, stashed the outfit in my desk drawer and locked it. I grabbed the rest of my stuff that I needed for the evening and headed to the bus stop.

As soon as I was home I threw some leftovers into the microwave and poured myself a glass of wine. I needed to figure out a way to deal with this situation. I couldn’t subject myself to this kind of treatment for the rest of the semester. This was ridiculous; he couldn’t treat me like this. Yes, it was true that I needed to pull up my marks, but there is no way I was going to let him get away with this kind of behaviour. After such a stressful afternoon I decided to take the evening off and I curled up in front of the television. Suddenly I woke up to the sound of my doorbell; I must have fallen asleep from the stress and the wine. I looked at the clock; it was 7:55 pm. I slowly got up and opened up the door to find Professor Matthews standing there. “What the hell are you doing here?” I blurted out without even thinking.

He stepped across the threshold of the doorway, essentially pushing me back inside with his shear presence. He closed the door behind him and began to stare at me with that penetrating stare I had become so acquainted with today. After a minute he began to speak “Miss McLean, I gave you several orders for this evening which you do not seem to have followed. I thought we had discussed what would happen when you disobey me. Why are you not ready for bed yet Missy?” I glared back at the professor. “You can’t make me go to bed at 8 pm professor Matthews, you do not control me, and you have no say in what I can and cannot do. Now please get out of my house.” He did not move, he just stood there staring at me. I knew I was about to be in a lot of trouble again, and began to feel so small as his presence was so dominating. I could feel my face flush as my eyes dropped to the floor, unable to hold his stare any longer. “You are in big trouble Missy; you were told to wear your outfit home and for the rest of the evening until you got ready for bed. You were told to be in bed by 8 pm, obviously you have done neither of those things”. The only thing that kept running through my head was ‘how does he even know where I live?’

I heard my Professor say “strip Miss McLean”.  Feeling his dominance I slowly started to remove my hoodie, hoping that was enough to make him go away.  He stood glaring at me, as I placed the hoodie on the couch.  I was dressed in my comfy clothes a tee-shirt, sweat pants, socks and sneakers.  Sitting I removed my socks and sneakers again I hoped this was enough.

“Okay Missy your tee-shirt and sweat pants too, I don’t have all night”.  I couldn’t believe this was happening as I removed my tee-shirt exposing my plaid bra and then my sweat pants, which revealed the little girl panties that I never changed.

“Hmmm at least you left your school girl panties in place”.  I could hear him chuckling, as my face turned bright red.  “Off with the bra and panties young lady”.  He was relentless so I gave in and off came my bra and panties. I stood trying to cover both my breasts and vagina at the same time unsuccessfully, of course.

I had not noticed the canvas bag Professor Matthews was holding until he reached inside and took out some shaving cream, a safety razor, and a short strap.   “Now young lady the first thing I am going to do is to shave your pubic area. This will remind you daily that you are my submissive and will do things that I order promptly and with no back talk”.

“Is that clear young lady?” I heard him say.

Standing naked in front of my Professor was humiliating enough but now he was going to remove my pubic hair.  “No it is not clear, get out of my apartment” I said but not with much conviction. I could feel a tingling in between my legs and a dampness starting to form.  Professor must have guessed the same thing, as he came over and stood a foot from my face.  Lifting the short strap he whacked my naked bottom cheeks twice and reached in between my legs.  I squealed but he rubbed up and down feeling my wetness making me moan. I never felt so dominated and controlled in my entire life.

He took his finger out from my vulva and placed it in my mouth ordering me to suck it and walked me to my bedroom where he had me lie down legs spread.  “Don’t move slave” I heard him say and again I got wet. What is going on I wondered, he was in such control?  I couldn’t believe I was submitting so easily, but I wanted to... or did I?

I watched as he methodically placed a towel under my bum ordering me to rise.  He filled a bowl with warm water and got the shave cream. Taking a cloth he wet in between my legs and squirted a dab of cream on his fingers.  He massaged me thoroughly with the cream making me wetter and wetter. I could hardly stop fidgeting until he used the strap across my thighs and told me to stop.  The razor began its work as Professor Matthews used its sharpness to make me as smooth as a 5 year old. I could see he had done this before, he was efficient. In less than 5 minutes I was as smooth as a baby.

“Okay slave turn over on your tummy lets do the back” I heard him say using the strap again across my naked thighs to move me.  Quickly I flipped as he began the process of inspecting my anal hole. Spreading my legs and then my cheeks with two fingers he dipped his large middle finger into my rosebud making me flinch and getting a swat for my flinching. “Don’t move slave, I want to see if I need to stretch you”.  What the heck did he mean by that, stretch me? “Yes, young lady I am going to have to stretch you. You are very tiny. I have an anal plug which you will wear to my class daily, and by the way, you will sit up front dressed in your school girl outfit”. 

“But Sir I am 28 and a PhD candidate I can’t do that. What are people going to think?”  I pleaded.

“No excuses Missy, when you act like a child and disobey my orders you will be treated like a child. Now let’s finish this.”  In no time he shaved my bum and rosebud. “Okay little girl I will see you tomorrow in your uniform with your anal plug inserted and I will see you after class in my office for inspection”.  With that information he took the anal plug out of his bag and placed it on my dresser. “You will sleep naked tonight Missy. Oh, and by the way, make plans to stay at my house tomorrow”. With that he was gone, and I left naked and bald on the bed. I looked up at my dresser mortified with the presence of its most recent addition.

The one thing I couldn’t understand was how this entire flow of events had managed to arouse me. Why did my body respond to Professor Matthews orders that way while my mind was screaming ‘no’? What was going on? I was so confused.

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up to my alarm and shivered a little, realizing that I was completely naked. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for my day. It was then that I remembered what had happened the night before, and I looked down to see my naked pubic area. It felt weird, but I actually didn’t mind it. I showered and brushed my teeth and got dressed and headed out to catch the bus. As I was running out the door I remembered to grab the anal plug off my dresser and shove it into my backpack. When I got to my office on campus I had 15 minutes before Professor Matthews’ class. I opened up my desk drawer and saw the uniform sitting there. It was at this point that I realized that I had put on a pretty skimpy thong when I got dressed this morning, which meant putting on that outfit was going to show everyone just about everything they could imagine. With that I decided there was no way I was going to put the outfit on, but hoping that maybe it would keep me out of trouble, I headed to the bathroom to insert the anal plug.

I had never ever had anything in my anus before. The thought of anal sex always grossed me out so I never let any of my boyfriends do that. I looked at the plug, to me it looked huge but I was sure this was just a very small one. I decided to just suck it up and get it over with, so after a few minutes I managed to get it in. I pulled my panties back up and my jeans overtop, grabbed my books from my office and headed towards the lecture hall.

I was a couple of minutes early and there were only a few other students there already. I made my way to the front of the room and sat down, feeling the plug enter me more deeply as I sat. ‘Ok’ I thought, ‘I have done 2 of the 3 things Professor Matthews instructed of me, I really hope this is enough to stay out of trouble’. After a minute the Professor entered the room, walked straight to the front, turned around to face me and glared. It was that piercing stare again. I mouthed the words “I’m sorry Sir” realizing that he was not happy with me. That was probably the longest lecture I have ever had in my life; however, as it began to get near the end I could feel my heart start to beat faster and I could feel a dampness building between my legs. I knew that it was only a few minutes before I would be ordered to his office for my inspection, and similar to last night, I was becoming aroused despite my mind.

As I was packing up my books after class Professor Matthews approached me. He told me I had 10 minutes to go and get my uniform and be in his office. I had to rush but I made it there in 8 minutes and knocked on his door. He told me to enter and close the door which I did immediately. I stood in the middle of his office, facing his desk as he proceeded to organize some of the items on his desk. After a few minutes he looked up at me and began to speak; “Miss McLean, I thought we were clear that you were to do exactly as instructed without hesitation. I am pleased that you sat where you were told to sit, and I am hoping for your sake that you are wearing your plug, which I am fairly certain you are based on the level of fidgeting you were doing throughout the lecture; however, you did not wear your uniform and that displeases me greatly”. I stood there meekly, not removing my gaze from a spot on the floor. I was hoping he would allow me to explain why I did not wear the uniform but I was too scared to ask.

“Place your uniform on your desk in the corner Missy; we will deal with your punishment for not obeying my orders yet again in just a few moments. First I am going to teach you what to do when you hear me speak a few words. Over time we will add more, but for now we will start with just three.” He paused for a moment, staring at me as he had done so many times over the last couple of days, making me feel like I was shrinking in his presence. “Ok Missy, when you hear me say the word ‘present’ you are expected to place yourself in front of me and push your pants down to your ankles or pull your skirt up to your waist so I have a perfect view of the panties you are wearing. Lets practice that right now. Present Missy”. I did as I was told, I was already in the middle of the room directly in front of him, so I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles and stood back up straight with my hands at my sides. “Very good slave” he said. “Now, the next command you are to know is ‘display’. When you hear this order you will push your panties down below your knees and stand straight with your hands resting at your sides, just as you have them right now. Understood Missy?” I nodded and said “yes Sir”. He smiled and said “good, then display for me Madison”. I complied by slipping my skimpy grey thong down past my knees and stood back up straight.

Professor Matthews stood up from his desk and walked around it so he was directly in front of me. His presence that close to me was overwhelming and I could feel the dampness forming between my legs again. I looked at the floor as he began to circle around me, inspecting my now bald pubic area and my behind. I felt his hand on my bum as he pulled my cheeks apart, exposing the base of the plug which was still inserted deep into my anus. He pulled on it slightly, chuckling as he did. I remained silent as he continued to poke and inspect me completely. After a moment he began to speak. “You are wet again Missy. Obviously you are enjoying my control over you more than you had expected, am I correct?” I nodded and replied “yes Sir”. I saw him smile.

“Ok young lady, one more word you are to learn right now, we will work on more later on. When you hear me instruct you to kneel you will immediately drop to your knees. Your thighs will be parted and your bottom resting on your heels. Your head will be up but your eyes will be lowered in respect. Your mouth will be partially open and your hands resting on your thighs, palms up. Let’s try it now Missy; kneel before me slave”. As soon as the command was given I dropped to my knees and followed his orders exactly. I remained in that position for several minutes until Professor Matthews ordered me to stand and get dressed.

“I am pleased at your willingness to obey this morning Madison. You have done everything as instructed thus far today with the exception of wearing your uniform. After seeing your skimpy thong I agree that you will not be wearing it throughout the day as it is bound to get you into trouble. It will remain here on your school girl desk until you arrive at 3:30 for your study session, for which you will wear it. Don’t forget you will be coming with me at the end of the day and spending the night at my house. Oh, and I want you to keep that plug in as long as possible. I know you must be starting to get uncomfortable with it since you were so tight, but I want to see how long you can wear it for. You will not remove the plug yourself. When you can no longer handle having it in you will come back here to my office and I will remove it for you, understood Missy?” Again, I nodded and replied “yes Sir”.

Chapter 5

I had 5 minutes to reach Professor Matthews’ office, I had to rush to make it by 3:30. I couldn’t believe that I, a 28 year old PhD candidate was rushing like a school girl heading to the Principal’s office.  What was happening to me?  I had been damp between my legs all day in anticipation of this afternoon’s meeting and yet I dreaded the meeting.

I arrived at his office door at exactly 3:29, out of breath from the running, but I waited until it is exactly 3:30 before I knocked. I am not sure why I waited; only that Professor Matthews indicated he wanted to see me at exactly 3:30.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I heard the words “Come in young lady.”  I did so quickly but quietly and saw the Professor sitting behind his huge desk marking papers. His eyes were lowered, and not seeing a chair, I stood in the middle of the room awaiting his command.  After some 10 minutes I begin to rock back and forth, which was quickly noticed by Professor Matthews.  “Miss McLean stop fidgeting or I will put you over my knee. You are in enough trouble.”

“Yes Sir.”  I heard myself say instinctively.

“Young lady present for me, maybe that will take your mind off your rocking.”  Professor Matthews says.

I couldn’t believe this but I decided I best comply.  My hands went to my waist and I unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down in one motion until they were resting at my ankles, revealing my grey cotton thong.  My hands went behind my back, resting in the small of my back clasped together.  Professor Matthews then came around to the front of his desk looking intently at me.  “Missy you are going to move in with me tonight and starting tomorrow I will select your panties.”

“But Professor that is impossible, what will I tell my roommate?”  I ask.  “No need to concern yourself Missy, I have already made the arrangements. All of your things are at my house as we speak.”

“But…. But... Sir”  I began to stutter.

“Enough young lady, it is completed.  I have informed your family and the administration.”

I could hardly believe this, standing in front of him with my jeans at my ankles, being told I am moving to his home with him in full control.   “Okay Missy let’s check your plug. Display for me and touch your toes.” I hear him say.   At these words I began to sob slightly, knowing what was to come.  I removed the plug at lunch time without notifying the Professor or visiting his office.

My mind was swimming with everything that had just happened, but I complied and lowered my grey thong to my knees. Bending forward, I reached down and touched my toes. Professor Matthews began to slowly walk behind me, admiring me as I was jack-knifed in half with my hands touching my toes, my bare bum fully on display. I felt my face beginning to turn red as a tear rolled down my face. He slowly spread my cheeks with his thumbs embarrassing me even more. “No plug young lady?”

“No Sir” I answered quickly and felt a slap on my right cheek.

“Another case of disobedience Missy?”  He stated as I felt the second swat land on my left cheek.

“Okay young lady you need another spanking I see.  Get the desk chair from your desk and place it sideways to the door and be quick.”  I quickly waddled over to the straight-backed chair, my panties still around my knees, and placed it as directed.  I watched Professor Matthews get the dreaded hairbrush and sit comfortably on the chair, and in one motion I was pulled over his lap, my bare bum high in the air like a schoolgirl.

I heard the clock strike 4:00 and at exactly the same time came a knock on the door. My bare bottom was facing the door, my nose I touching floor.  I felt my face turn red and my bare cheeks suddenly got goose bumps. I could feel my heart begin to race more than it already was.

‘No…..no’ I was thinking, when I heard the Professor say “Come in Melissa.”  It had to be my roommate Melissa Carlson, I was sure of it as I looked through my legs.  Sure enough, in she walked holding my ‘toy’ box filled with my vibrator, a dildo, plus KY among other things.

I now remembered that Melissa spent some time living with the Professor last semester and it seemed to help her as she was now getting straight ‘A’ grades in her Master’s program. I had never understood her turnaround from a party girl to a straight ‘A’ student.

Melissa was now standing there looking at my bare behind over the lap of Professor Matthews, and the strangest thing was that it didn’t seem to bother her, it was as if this was the most natural position in the world for a 28 year old. 

“Submit slave” I heard him command, and I watched as Melissa placed the box at Professor Matthew’s feet, raised her skirt over her hips, lowered her little girl white cotton panties, knelt and placed her forehead on the ground with her bare bum high in the air.  “Yes Master.”  She said calmly as if it was the most fitting thing to say.

“Very good slave, you may now leave.”  Melissa rose from her position, pulled up her panties and let her skirt fall over her hips.  Before leaving she faced Professor Matthews and said “Thank you Master” as she curtsied, then turned and headed back out of the office.

This entire time I had remained in position for my spanking. After Melissa left he said to me “Young lady I am going to tan your bum with this hairbrush until you cry, then you will change into your schoolgirl outfit, study for an hour and we will then go home. You will wear your school girl outfit home.  Is that clear young lady?”

There was nothing I could do but say the usual “yes Sir” as I felt another tear roll down my face. I don’t know how long the spanking actually lasted. I just know that my bottom was very sore, and that I was crying like a little girl, apologizing over and over again, promising to be a good girl and begging Professor Matthews to stop. Eventually he did, but he held me in the same position until I had finally started to calm down. Once I had stopped crying he instructed me to get up, put on my uniform and to get busy studying. He made his way back over to his desk and watched as I got changed into my school girl uniform. Once I was seated with my books open he resumed marking the papers which had kept him busy when I first entered his office. The entire time I was sitting at the desk my bum felt like it was on fire from the spanking, and I still had the occasional tear run down my cheek as I tried to focus on my studies.

After what seemed like ages, Professor Matthews began to pack up for the evening and instructed me to pack up my books also. It really wasn’t that late, only about 5:30, but I was exhausted from everything that had happened today. I followed the Professor out of the building to his car, one stride behind him the entire time, not saying a word, carrying my box of ‘toys’. I climbed into the passenger seat, trying my best to pull my skirt down to cover up as much as possible. The 20 minute drive to his house was made in silence. My mind was reeling and I was overwhelmed, but he didn’t seem to mind my aimless staring out the window. When we pulled up to his house I followed him inside. It was beautiful, hardwood floors, fancy artwork, the whole deal. “Follow me” he instructed as he lead me up the stairs. We entered into a room; it was filled with all of my stuff. He hadn’t been lying when he told me my stuff was being moved to his house.

“Now Missy, you will no longer have need for any of this. I will provide you with your clothes each day and you will not have permission to waste time on the computer or watching television while in my house. If you are a good girl you may earn the privilege of having some of these items returned to you, but in the mean time this room is off limits.” With that he pulled me back out of the room, closed and locked the door, placing the key into his pocket. Again, I did not even respond, I just stared at the floor awaiting my next instruction. I felt completely and utterly defeated.

Next he led me into another room, which contained very few items. In fact, the only pieces of furniture in the room were a small bed against one wall, and an empty small desk in the corner. I looked at Professor Matthews and was about to say something when he raised his hand to stop me. “This is your room Madison. If you are a good girl you may eventually have more in here than there is now. For now you do not need more than this.” The spanking I had received earlier must have made me realize it wasn’t worth fighting with him, because I simply nodded in response. I felt him staring at me for several minutes when he finally said “it looks like you need a lesson in manners Missy. Usually someone says thank you for being provided with all they need to live. I can see you still have a long way to go”. I quickly apologized for my ignorance and thanked the professor for providing me with a room and a bed and a house to live in, although I knew it was too late and that I would pay for it later sometime.

“Come” I heard professor Matthews command, and I followed him down the stairs. As we walked past the front entrance way he picked up my box of ‘toys’ which had been placed there when we entered, and he led me into the living room. He sat himself in a large leather armchair and pointed for me to move in front of him. “Kneel slave” he commanded. I did as I was told, kneeling just as he had taught me earlier today. One item at a time he began to go through the box, making me explain when and why I had purchased each item, and how frequently I used them. I was mortified that he was making me do this, but I just had no fight left in me after such a stressful day, and thus I answered everything he asked without hesitation.

To be continued...