Free College Discipline by Kim Acton Page B

that."
    "I'm sure you've had several boyfriends by this point in your life, correct?" he asked.
    "Yes," she answered.
    "And you've performed oral sex on all or most of them, correct?" he asked in a matter of fact tone.
    "Well, I suppose so," she equivocated.
    "Then the task is nothing new to you. It's a form of payment you can make and can afford."
    Heather was very nervous about making the commitment. "I don't know. It seems like I shouldn't be doing this. And it's like I get a whipping, which is going to hurt and then I have to do something to give you pleasure. You get everything and I don't get anything."
    "That's not correct. You are going to get improved grades. Tell me, what happens if you fail this semester?" he asked.
    "Well, I will lose my financial aid package, and...I guess I'd have to drop out of college," said Heather.
    "And then where would you live?" he asked.
    "I suppose I'd move back home with my parents," she replied.
    "So, your alternative to my offer of assistance is to fail your semester, drop out of college, move back in with your parents at the age of twenty, try to find a job in this bad economy and start paying back your student loans right away? Is that it? Is that what you'd sooner do than receive regular discipline that costs you zero money and ensures your grades will improve and that you can graduate college with your financial aid in effect?"  
    The Professor's logic was impeccable and when he put the entire matter in that context Heather was at a loss to find a solid reason to refuse his deal. She knew if she refused and then had to drop out she would always kick herself for not taking a little short-term pain to get long term gain. She clenched her fists with determination and blurted out, "I'll do it!"
    "Very well," said the Professor and he handed her a single sheet of paper that contained her written agreement to the arrangement. She scanned the page then asked, "Why do you need my phone number and my login and password to the campus computer system?"
    "I need the latter so I can check the college computer to see your grades, and the former so I can contact you to schedule your sessions. You don't expect me to take your word for your academic performance do you?" he asked.
    Heather signed the form and handed it back to him. The Professor folded it neatly and put it in his desk drawer. He then gave her instructions about how he wanted her to study for three hours every night and then set her alarm clock one hour earlier than usual and study again for one hour before going to classes. He asked her many questions about each subject with which she struggled. He was very familiar with all her classes and knew what stage she was at and what was coming next in her courses. He made her repeat back all of his instructions. Heather grew more nervous as he was winding down his instructions because she knew what was coming next.  
      "Are you clear on what I expect you to do insofar as study habits are concerned, Heather?" he confirmed.
    "Yes, Professor," she replied.
    "Very well. Now remove all of your clothes for your spanking," he said calmly.
    A wave of lightheadedness hit Heather. She could feel herself breathing. She unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor exposing her pink thong underwear. "Where should I stand?" she asked in a nervous voice.
    "You won't be standing. You will go over my knee. However, I believe I already informed you that you will be completely naked. You will remove every stitch of your clothing before you go over my knee."
    A lump formed in her throat. Her body was tense as she slowly removed her shirt. Heather was medium height with a curvy but athletic body and long blonde hair. She deliberately fumbled with the clasp of her bra to delay exposing her breasts to his view. When she released them she saw his eyes lock onto her ample, swaying flesh. She bent low to remove her socks and knew his eyes would be on her shaven pussy. She'd been naked in front of guys