For the third time in her freshman semester at college Karen found herself in the Deans office. College certainly wasn't like high school, she pondered while waiting for the Dean to see her. In high school she could practically sleep through her classes and still pass with flying colors. Of course in high school she was living at home with her parents, under their rules which included nightly study hours, curfews and strict "parental discipline". She had enjoyed her new found freedom. She didn't have to work (her parents were footing the bill for her education), she had met a bunch of new people and had gone to almost every party offered. Her grades had suffered accordingly. She was flunking......everything.
That night in her dorm room she thought about the Dean's ultimatum: "Either bring your grades up, or leave this school! - we have plenty of people who would love to take your place". She knew things would have to change so she accepted the Dean's offer of a "tutor". The Dean had recommended him highly.....he always produced great results. Tomorrow was Saturday and she was to meet this tutor at 10:00 am. She fell asleep that night thankful she was not still living at home, she knew how her father would have dealt with her and her poor grades.
She arrived at her new tutors home a few minutes late and rang the bell. She gazed up at the house.... It was beautiful, Tudor style she thought. She was dressed in her usual weekend style, baggy T-shirt, shorts and sandals. She was a bit surprised by the man answering the door. He was TALL, of course being 5'2" most everybody seemed tall, but he was TALL. She gazed up...
"Hi, I'm Karen, are you my new tutor?", she asked. "You're late, from now on I expect you to be on time", Steve stated then ushered Karen into his home.
Steve had dealt with these type of college students before, he called it "freedom frenzy", once they got loose from their parents they went crazy. He knew how to deal with them. He led her down the hall and into his "study". It was a large room paneled in dark woods, a large oak desk filled the space between the two large windows in the front. The walls were lined with built-in book shelves, a smaller desk sat in the middle of the room. A globe stood off to one corner, a black board occupied another corner.
Karen instinctively went to the smaller desk in the middle of the room and sat down. Steve went to the front of the room and stood behind his large oak desk.
"Take out your books" he said to his new student as he looked at her, she seemed small and innocent from his vantage point. "You're here because you have been neglecting your studies, I'm here to put you back on track". For the next hour Karen listened as Steve went on about his rules and regulations. Everything, it seemed, would mean some kind of punishment. Late for class, homework not done, homework messy, wrong answers, bad grammar, bad attitude, sloppy dress....etc...it went on and on.
At Noon, they broke for lunch, Karen had brought her own and sat quietly on the back patio eating it, while thinking about her situation. Steve ate his lunch in his large kitchen, thinking about how he was going to deal with his new charge.
One o'clock brought school back into session. Karen was given her guide-line and she began to study her books. Steve sat behind his desk, reading his newspaper then a book, just keeping himself busy.
At three-o'clock Steve announced the end of "school". Karen gathered her books and began to leave. "Before you go young lady we have a few things to take care of", Steve stated loudly. "First of all, you were late to class. I want you to come here" he told her.
Karen put down her book bag and walked over to Steve. She had a strange but familiar feeling in her stomach. Steve positioned Karen next to his right leg then swiftly bent her down over his lap. Before Karen could even react she felt the first smack on her backside. Despite her cries of indignation and attempts to get away, Steve continued spanking for several minutes before letting her up.
"That was your first lesson, from now on be on time!"
Karen grabbed her bookbag and rear end then ran for the door. That night in her dorm room once again she thought long and hard, she replayed her spanking in her mind. The next day she made sure she was on time. She also made sure she had clean "thick" underwear on.
At exactly 10:00 am she rang the door. Steve again ushered her back into his study. She sat back down at her desk and waited for Steve to begin school again. There was no way she was going to get spanked again.
"Give me your homework" Steve said nonchalantly, not even glancing up. "Homework?, What homework???" "It was on the blackboard." He stated waving over to the blackboard in the corner.
Karen looked over and saw that there was a homework assignment written there, something that she had never even noticed. Her spirits fell, she knew that she was going to get spanked again. Before leaving that afternoon, Steve did spank Karen again but this time he made sure to pull her pants and underwear down before beginning. Karen had cried before fleeing his house. But she had glanced back to check the blackboard and made a mental note of the new homework assignment written there.
The next Saturday Karen made sure she was not only on time but also had her homework done. She watched while he checked it, she did not like the way Steve was wielding that red marker. Sure enough at the end of the day she found herself over Steve's lap, her pants and underwear down. Instead of his hand she now felt a smooth, hard hairbrush. The next day Steve turned the hairbrush around and spanked Karen with the bristles of the hairbrush.
This went on for several weeks. No matter how hard Karen studied and made sure she was on time, no matter how neatly she did her homework or dressed herself, at the end of the day she always found herself over Steve's lap, pants pulled down crying through yet another spanking. Steve used a variety of techniques and implements each time. Each successive spanking hurt a bit more than the last... left it's mark just a bit longer.
It was a month later that Karen had the "accident". She hadn't been feeling well, she thought she may have a touch of the flu that was going around. She had brought a thermos of hot tea and had drunk it all during the lunch break. By the end of the day she needed to "go" real bad, but kept silent. It was on this precise day that Steve had finally gotten around to using his belt. Luckily for him he did not pull Karen's underpants down but only her jeans. Also for some reason he had bent her over his desk instead of over his lap. Halfway through her spanking Karen lost control of her bladder and wet her pants. She started crying louder now, not from the pain in her backside but from the humiliation. Steve stopped spanking Karen when he saw that she had wet her pants. This had never happened before. All his students were college age and had been able to control themselves. He tossed his belt onto the top of the desk.
"Stand up" he commanded.
Karen stood, tears streaming down her face a thin stream of urine ran down the inside of her legs and into her jeans that were puddled around her ankles. She clasped her hands in front of her trying to hide her condition. Steve knew he couldn't let her go home in this condition. He was going to have to clean her up. He sat down on top of the desk and looked at his student. After several minutes Karen calmed down enough and Steve spoke...
"Pull you pants up, you're going to go upstairs and take a bath while I put your clothes in the washer".
Karen reached down and pulled up her jeans then followed Steve upstairs. Once in his large bathroom she stood in the corner of the room as Steve plugged, then started to fill the large old fashioned bathtub.
"Get your clothes off". He told her
Karen started removing her shoes and socks slowly, hoping Steve would leave before she would get to her pants and shirt. Steve did not take the hint, but simply stood and watched Karen's slow progress. He reached out and swatted Karen's behind. Instead of speeding up Karen came to a complete stop and just stood in the corner on the verge of more tears.
Steve sighed deeply then turned off the faucet in the bathtub. He sat down on a chair near it and pulled Karen over to him and began to undress her, swatting her backside several times during the process. At last Karen stood naked before him, her clothes heaped in a small pile. He wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted her up and into the bathtub. With a final sharp smack to her naked bottom he forced her to sit down in the hot water. He turned and gathered up her soiled clothes, then left the room.
Karen began to wash herself somewhat self-consciously. She wondered if this was also part of her discipline.. She wondered if this was being covered by her parents tuition payments. She hoped so.. About a half hour later Steve returned, not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door.
"I just spoke with the campus doctor, he said you were in to see him yesterday, but refused the treatment he offered. Is that right?" "Well, yeah I did go to see him, but his treatment was just too weird, I mean.... an enema? All I have is the flu, I just need some rest that's all". Karen trailed off as Steve began to dig in the bathroom cabinets
Steve retrieved a jar of Vaseline, a rectal thermometer, a box of latex gloves, and last but not least a red rubber enema bag. He opened the jar of Vaseline and stuck the thermometer into it and placed it on the counter in plain view of his student. Next he began to assemble the enema bag, hose, clamp and nozzle. He started the sink faucet and waited for the water to warm up a bit. Several minutes later his bag was filled almost to the top and he hung it from the towel bar on the wall.
"Stand up" he commanded as he stood over Karen who was still sitting in the bathtub." "Why, what are you going to do?" she asked in a squeaky voice, grabbing onto the sides of the bathtub.
Steve didn't bother to answer. He pulled Karen up and out of the bathtub and bent her face down over the clothes hamper. He reached behind him and took the rectal thermometer from the jar of Vaseline and brought it around to Karen's still wet bottom. With his left hand he parted her cheeks and with his right deeply inserted the thermometer. He kept his left hand on her lower back forcing Karen to lay still over the hamper.
Karen didn't have time to react. One minute she was sitting in a tub-full of warm water, the next she was laying over a clothes hamper with a cold thermometer inserted in her rectum. She tried to rise but felt herself being held down. She tried to protest but soon found her protestations interrupted by a coughing fit.
Steve quickly grabbed the end of the thermometer and pushed it back into Karen's rectum when it started to slip out during her coughing fit. He kept it in place this time, holding it between his fingers and waited for it to register. Several minutes later he gently pulled it from her bottom and took a look at the reading. He wiped it clean and placed it on the counter before taking up the latex gloves and tugging them on.
Karen had straightened up after Steve had removed the thermometer. She stood pressed against the wall trying to blend into the wallpaper. She watched with apprehension as Steve donned the latex gloves. Her hands reached behind her and tried to shield her backside from the assault that she knew was soon coming.
Steve flipped down the toilet seat, then placed his left foot on top of the seat. He pulled Karen over then lifted her up and over his bent left leg. He adjusted her position till she was laying over it, her feet dangling several feet from the floor, her bottom within easy access. She was going absolutely nowhere in this position.
Karen grabbed Steve's left ankle with her right hand and hung on, her left hand swung back and grabbed the back of Steve's pants. She hung over his leg like a rag doll, naked and still a little wet from the bath. She had no leverage, she tried kicking her feet, but she was suspended in mid air and was going nowhere.
Steve took his time lubricating his right index finger. He knew Karen
couldn't move . He stuck his finger into the jar of Vaseline and greased
it up then brought it to her upturned backside. "Hold still", Steve
commanded as he slowly began to penetrate her anus and enter her tight
rectum with his finger. He found her to be very tight and had to go
slowly, but with patience his finger finally entered to it's entire
length, Karen squealing all the while.. "No..ow..NO...OW!".
to be continued ..... ?
