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Back in her room Melanie pulled
up her skirt, still excited from the feeling of sitting on her naked bottom
while attending the lecture. Twenty-two years old and already a senior
she'll finish in a year. But she's still subject to strict corporal punishment.
Her hands still felt a little numb. The professor saw Melanie at work with one hand between her legs, all the while pretending to listen. He ordered her up to the front and told her to hold out her idle hands. Twenty lashes with the spanking strap was her reward. Ten across her palms and ten across the other side. Although in tears the excitement turned Melanie on. She felt herself getting wet while the pain slowly calmed down. Back in her room she laid down on her bed, on her stomach, with two pillows stuffed under her hips. She fantasized riding the cock of her lover and fingered her wet and wide open pussy. Her tight little ass arched up with each thrust and presented itself shamelessly to the college master who had entered her room. Rather than interrupt he watched until she finished. Her young body shivered with an orgasm, accompanied by lustful moans and glistening juices between her thighs. "Melanie! Get up!" |
The college master selected one of the slimmer rattan canes, but it was extremely flexible. It took him almost an hour to apply the thirty strokes he had in mind. He caned her deliberately slow, to make her suffer, to make her wait in agony for the next stroke. Desperate screams filled the air of the discipline room. Swishing sounds followed by terrible smacks each time the cane lashed her bare ass. Her entire body covered with sweat from struggling and writhing in her bounds.
The college master left the discipline room to return an hour later. By that time the stripes that blistered her bottom had turned into plum colors. Melanie burst into tears when she watched him take the pony lash from the hook on the wall. Slick and short, the single-tailed pony lash was designed to follow and kiss the curves of a girl's bottom perfectly. Twenty cracking lashes rang out in just three minutes, one every ten seconds or so.
Whereas the cane had left straight and slightly blistered marks, the whip prints of the pony lash were bright red and scarlet, looping welts, mostly dotted with tiny drops of blood. It was at this point that the college master took off his robe and buried his cock in Melanie's pussy. Feeling the heat of her punished backside against his loins drove him to fuck her harder and harder. Once he saw Melanie climax he unloaded his cum into her. It was their unspoken agreement that he would make her come after each punishment. Melanie gets whipped like this three times a semester.