AI art by me…and yes, the creation prompted the story.

“I still say twelve isn’t that much, Sir,” Amanda argued.

“Yes, we all hear that you do, Amanda.” Professor Grey had an amused smile.

His amused smile was driving Amanda wild.  She knew he was into this. She just knew it!

It was a mid-level Literature course at University. Professor Grey was a rare American teaching at a British private institution. Amanda wasn’t the first student to notice him and his interesting teaching methods. He was a good teacher, and his unconventional ideas and methods engaged the usually passive college students.  

Just a hint of something else he would do made Amanda’s skin tingle. There was his treatment of Shakespeare: Othello & Taming of the Shrew.  The plays were classics, this was true, but the themes of dominance, submission, strangulation, and…spanking.  

“For kicks and giggles.” It had been his excuse for showing them a musical version of Taming of the Shrew.  As soon as he’d told the class the title of it, Amanda’s nipples went painfully hard and her pussy clenched.  She knew what was in it.  Her copy of it has been watched dozens of times.  There was a permanent save point right before the main character spanks the romantic lead on stage, and you can hear it!

After they’d watched the movie in class, two-hour classes did have their perks; he’d asked questions to spark a discussion.  His curiosity was on how realistic such a big turn around for the romantic leading lady.  The class was predominantly male for whatever reason.  Amanda had expected it to be quite the opposite.  She’d then learned this class had been added to accommodate the Rugby team’s practice schedule.  It explained why she and two other women were so outnumbered.

One of the women complained that it was just 1950s stereotyping and not realistic at all. Professor Grey’s response intrigued Amanda.

“Susan, you say her being spanked would not have changed her behavior?” He clarified.

“That’s right.” Susan stood her ground.  “And the way she goes around asking for an ice pack?  He didn’t spank her for that long.  No, she should have been even angrier and left sooner, but this is a 50s fantasy romance movie.”

Professor Grey nodded.  “Do you mind if I ask some rather personal questions, Susan?  To help see where you are coming from?”

Susan sensed danger, but his tone had made it a challenge: “Are you brave enough to stand up to cross-examination, Dear? “Go ahead. I can always not answer, Sir.” She shrugged.

“True.  I’d be disappointed but true.” He nodded. 

Amanda watched Susan’s face register his comment, and her eyes blazed a little.  Challenge accepted, Sir.  Poor Susan, Amanda thought.

“Have you ever been spanked, Susan?” Grey asked as he leaned against his desk.  He was as far away physically from Susan as he could be: non-threatening.

Susan swallowed.  “Yes, Sir.  When I was growing up, I was spanked for discipline.”

“Okay, okay, were they long ones, short ones, a couple of swats, what?” He asked.

Susan squirmed slightly.  “A little of all three, I guess, Sir.”

“Do you remember which ones were ineffective because they were too short?” He asked.

She frowned.  “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, you’re telling us her spanking in the movie was not of a long enough duration to be expected to change her behavior.  Since some of yours were shorter than others, I wondered which ones weren’t effective?” He shrugged.

“Well…” Susan squirmed once more.  “They were all effective, Sir.”

“I’m confused then…how could they be if some were just a couple swats or a short spanking?” He shrugged once more.  His innocent-looking poker face was perfect.  Amanda was squirming but for a different reason.

Susan opened her mouth and then shut it.  She sighed.  “It was because of who gave it to me, and I knew I’d done something wrong.  It was a just…punishent.”

“Did they all change you’re behavior?” He asked.

Susan giggled softly.  “For a while at least, Sir.  Yes, they did.”

The rest of the class was now relaxed enough to laugh with her.

“In the movie, Lili Vanessi elbows her Ex, kicks him in the keister, and he even warns her what will happen if she does it again.  She goes ahead and acts out.  He delivers said punishment exactly as he’d described.  Please, Susan, compare and contrast Lili’s experience and yours as a child.” Grey asked her.

She pursed her lips.  “Okay, I can see what you’re saying.  He was her husband and in a position of authority over her in the past and probably still was to some extent.  She acted out against him after being warned?  Okay, I retract my earlier statement.  I can see it changing her behavior when looked at like that.”  She cocked her head at him: point to you, Sir.

“Gracious of you, Susan.” His eyes twinkled.  “Can I ask you one more personal question?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.

“Have you ever been spanked as an adult for purposes other than discipline?” He asked.

The classroom grew very quiet.

Susan eyed him.  “I think you’ll have to buy me a coffee sometime to hear the answer, Sir.” She nodded to him.

Grey smiled like a tiger that found the wounded gazelle.  “Understood.”

Amanda had to comment now.  “I’m honestly surprised he didn’t hike up her dress for it, Sir.”

Grey turned to her with the same tiger smile.  However, Amanda hadn’t seen his eyes, and they blazed with a deep fire.  She almost moaned as she felt them on her.  No wonder Susan had acted the way she had!

“You suggest making it more effective with fewer layers, Amanda?” He asked and raised one eyebrow.

Ooo, this man could use an eyebrow!  Amanda squirmed and saw Susan grinning across the classroom at her.  Yeah, turnabout and all that, Susan.  

“Yes, Sir.  I am.  It makes common sense, and it makes for a more embarrassing spanking, especially in public.” Amanda added.

Grey seemed to chew on that a moment while he decided something.  He glanced back at Susan, then over to Amanda.  “Are you speaking from personal experience on this topic, Amanda?”

Oh!  He was making her out herself!  Nice try, Sir.

“I was spanked at school by my mother for not making my bed, Sir.  It was on the bare, as they say, and in front of my classmates.  It was extremely effective.” Amanda let him have that tidbit.

His eyes grew deeper.  

Amanda could tell he’d just pictured it all.  Had she been a young girl or herself now dressed as a young girl?  She couldn’t just ask!  

“Thank you for that anecdote, Amanda, but that’s not what I meant, and I can see you know it.” He did the damned eyebrow again.

She had two choices: lie or tell the truth and blush a deep shade of red in a room full of males.  Her pussy told her which one to choose.

“I’m sorry, Sir.  You’re right.” She sighed.  “Yes, it is from personal experience and as an adult.  May I please leave it at that?  Unless I can join you and Susan for coffee?” She grinned over at Susan, who shrugged.

Grey’s smile was a picture of victory!  The man had sniffed out and outed two possible submissives in his class and even secured a date with each…together!  Amanda was amazed at his genius.  She also heard the quiet murmurs around her of the Rugby players.  Now, she began to turn a very dark shade of red.  Bowing her head, she kept eye contact with the professor through her lashes.

To her knowledge, he never asked Susan for coffee.  Amanda wasn’t going just to ask her.  She’d not tell Susan the truth if the shoe were on her own foot.  He didn’t ask Amanda either.  His eye contact with her was a lot different now.  She knew he was interested and watched her more than Susan.

They’d been studying David Copperfield and the caning scenes in the book.  Grey had been explaining the strange British custom of using six or twelve strokes instead of the more Americanized five or ten.

“It just doesn’t seem like very much to me, Sir.” She doubled down on her earlier statement.

The tiger smile came back to his face from before.  His eyes bored into her.  “We’ve been down this road before, Amanda.  Are you sure you wish to continue?” He asked.

Amanda knew he was dominant now. He was giving her an out or a chance to use her safe word. She knew it had to be true! “I would like to continue, please, Sir?” she asked, hoping he heard the begging in her voice.

His eyes said he did.  “All right.  Have you ever been caned, Amand?”

“No, Sir.” She answered.

“What besides a hand-spanking have you received before, if I may ask?” He eyebrowed her once again.

“You may, Sir.  Thank you.” She gave him a small smile.  See? I know how to be submissive, Sir.  Amanda brought up her hand to tick off fingers.  “Paddles, belt, switch, oh, and wooden spoon.”

The class went silent once more.  

No wonder Grey had no problems with attendance. The students never knew what might happen and didn’t want to miss it! Amanda waited with barely held anxiety for him to ask when these took place. She’d already decided she’d answer anything he asked this time, and she meant anything. It was a dangerous game to play, but such was the life of a submissive.

“I’m going to guess you have a rudimentary understanding of physics, Amanda?” He asked her.

“I’d like to think so, Sir,” Amanda replied.

He explained the difference between a large area such as a paddle impacting the skin and a fixed point’s sharp, deeper pain.  The cane was going faster, focusing all that power on a tiny area.

To illustrate his point, he walked over to the ancient chalkboard no one ever used.  Picking up a half-inch thick wooden dowel, he swished it through the air to crack it on his desk.  Even though everyone saw what he was doing, we still jumped at the sharp noise.  

He did it once more.  “You’re telling me that twelve of these wouldn’t hurt worse than twelve swats with a paddle, a belt, a switch, or even the wooden spoon?”

Amanda eyed the impromptu cane like a mongoose with a cobra.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of it in his hand.  She felt a horrible idea burst from her mouth.  “I am, Sir.  I’m willing to prove it to you, too.” She used her own eyebrow.

“Oh?” He paused.  “How so?”

Amanda tried to calm her breathing, but it was impossible. Before she knew it, she was standing and walking towards him and his desk.  

“I propose and experient, Sir.  We’ll use the scientific method.” She continued as she went to stand behind his desk and face the classroom.  “I’ll bend over your desk here.  No one will see my…bottom…except you and that is done with my consent.  I am twenty-two years old and able to give that consent.”

Grey was nodding slowly.  “And then I will use this to give you, what?  Six of the best?” He asked.

Amanda shook her head.  “No, Sir.  For this to be a valid test, it would need to be the full dozen, Sir.  If I’m right and it isn’t worse then…then…I don’t have to do the essay on Copperfield.  I get an A.”

The evil man swished the cane through the air.  “And…if it is worse?  What do I get for that?” His voice was low and calm but she could hear the emotion behind it.

“Other than the chance to cane a twenty-two-year old coeds bottom?  In front of a classroom?” She shrugged.  “Isn’t that enough?”  She hoped it wasn’t.

“No, ” he told her. No, if you admit I am right, then you will buy me coffee this evening as we discuss your grades and tardies.” His eyebrow raised once more.

“Agreed, Sir.” She nodded and didn’t look over but could feel Susan’s eyes on her and they were not happy.

Grey turned to the class. “If I see one cellphone come out, the owner will be mysteriously failing the rest of the class. Understood?”

There were murmurs around the room.

He smacked the cane down again.  “I asked, Understood??”

“Yes, Sir!” They nearly shouted.

“Good.  Very good.” He stood and began to move behind Amanda.

“Elbows on the desk, Head down a little.” He told her.

“May I ask, Sir?  Do you have personal experience with caning?” She whispered.

“As a matter of fact, yes, but you’ve already guessed that, didn’t you?” His voice was a caramel whisper that coated her body and made her gasp softly.  

“Yes, Sir.” It was her first time saying it without referring to him as her professor.  

“I trust you will be obedient to instructions?” His voice was now loud enough for the class.  It made Amanda blush, which had been his goal.

“Yes, Sir.  I promise.” She nodded and kept her eyes on him.

“Good girl.” He really said it to her!  “Elbow on the desk, palms flat.”

Amanda bent over and obeyed quickly. She was impressed that it had her in the proper position without him needing to say, ‘Bend over.’  Now, she had a new reason to blush because her skirt was short enough to barely cover her when she stood.  

In this position, it had slid past her hips and nearly to her waist.  Her entire backside was uncovered and in more way than one!  She waited to see what he would do or say when he noticed.  He had to notice.

His soft laugh was not what she’d expected.  “Well, Amana.  It is good to see you’re an old-fashioned girl in these days of always wanting things to be more bare than needed.”

Amanda wracked her brain for what he could mean!  She was bare-assed and pussy-free from his viewpoint.  She never wore underwear to his classes: a subby girl can hope, right?  What could he?  Oh.  OH!  She blushed even darker this time.

Grey was a certified evil genius!  He’d complimented her on having some pubic hair in a small strip when so many young women went bare; however, the class heard this and assumed Amanda was wearing Granny-Panties.  

“Thank you, Sir.  I’m glad you approve.” She told him loud enough to be heard.

There were a few sniggers in the class.

“Do I need to excuse some of you for the day?” Grey’s voice cracked over their heads like a whip.

Soft ‘no, sirs’ echoed around the classroom.

“Good.  Another word or noise from you out there and I will excuse the class, except for the young lady, of course.” He laughed again at her expense.

The wicked man was drawing this out!  She was bared and in position where only he could see just how bare she was while he talked.  Here was her proof that he was a sadist.  How delightful!

“Susan?” He called to the student.

She nearly jumped out of her skin.  Her eyes looked panicked.  What did he want?  Would he ask her to join Amanda?  What? Why?  “Yes…Sir?” She hesitated.

“Since you are the only other female in attendance today and I do not think it fair to make Amanda look at a male student while she is caned, may I have her stare at you?” He asked.

Susan smiled in a very unpleasant way.  “That’s perfectly fine, Sir.” Her eyes went to Amanda with glee.  

Amanda swallowed.  Susan was going to enjoy this way too much!

“It is also my hope that as you watch her face and her eyes while hearing what is happening, some vicariousness might be transferred to you as well.” He told her in a tone that sounded like Svengali.  

Susan’s eyes went back to his and widened.  Her glance went between the two of them now.  Her smile was gone.  Grey had now put her vicariously over the desk with Amanda and she’d feel it nearly as much as Amanda did.  Genius.

“I have your promise you’ll keep eye contact with her?” Grey asked.

Susan swallowed.  “I promise, Sir.”  Hers had little to do with calling him her professor, too.

“Good girl, ” he smiled. I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t keep that promise, understood?”

The threat inherent in those words was not lost on either submissive student. If Susan broke eye contact, she’d be switching places with Amanda, maybe not now, but eventually.

“Understood. I…I know of the cane, Sir.  I have great respect for it.” Susan told him.

Ah, Amanda thought. No wonder she looked so panicked earlier. Susan knew what Amanda was about to…wait. Susan began to look at Amanda with pity. Oh, God, what have I done? Amanda asked herself.

“We’ll go old-school, Amanda.  You will keep the count.  Lose track and we start over.  You will also thank me and ask for another in a polite way.  Yes?” He asked and tapped the cane across her naked bottom, right in the middle.

“Yes, Sir.” She barely could get the words out.  

“Amanda.” His tone was a clear warning.

“Yes, Sir!” She said louder.  “I will keep count and as for another.”

“Toes” He whispered.

Amanda raised onto her tiptoes.

“No flinch or clench.” He whispered as he tapped for aim.

She nodded.  The class just thought he was asking if she was ready.

THWWWIPPP!!

“Oh, God!” Amanda cried out and barely kept position.  “One…Sir.”

What had she been thinking?  She’d been thinking she needed this man to punish her no matter what she had to do to get it.  Yes, that’s what got her here.

“And?” He tapped the cane on the red line rising to a welt.

Amanda moaned softly.  “Please, Sir?  May I have another?”

“Since you asked so sweetly.” He laughed.

THWWWIPPP!!!

She whimpered as softly as she could imagine before calling out the count and begging for another.

Grey paused after her third stroke as she’d almost closed her eyes for a moment and really almost broken position.  It hurt so much!!  Three brands of fire across her ass where throbbing and she knew the lines were making welts.  She could practically feel them rising.  

Keeping her wits about her, she called out the number and made the request.

“Amanda?” His softer voice cut through the pain and the arousal.  

“Sir?” She asked.

“Are you willing concede my point now?  Do you wish to stop here and acknowledge the cane is worse than anything else before?” He asked.

Amanda was still working on not crying in front of everyone.  His words finally registered and she began to shake her head.  “No, Sir.  I…I made a deal, Sir.  I will honor it, please?” She turned back to look at him.

His eyes drank her in and she felt him evaluate her condition.  He cocked his head to show he was skeptical about this being a good idea anymore.

“Please?”  She mouthed to him.

“So stubborn, Amanda.” He said for others to hear.

“Afraid so, Sir.” She returned to Susan’s eyes and now saw a modicum of respect in them.  For an instant, they shared a smile from one sub to another

Grey was quicker and a little less severe with the remaining strokes. 

Amanda was crying as quietly as she could imagine before the sixth stroke hit.  She was letting out sobs by eight and could barely speak at all by the time it was over.

“Class dismissed.” Grey told the rest of them.

No one spoke; they just got up and left. Susan was the only one left and hadn’t moved yet. She waited until there were only three of them.

“Sir, could you please give me permission to get some ice from the commissary for Amanda?” Susan asked.

“Thank you, Susan.  Excellent idea.  You may.  Amanda…stay there until I say otherwise.” His control was a palpable thing.  Each woman clearly felt it and obeyed it.  Susan rose and left the class.

“We’re alone now, Amanda.” His voice became tender and it did her in.

She sobbed like a little, naughty girl that just got what she richly deserved for her insolence and hubris.  Hearing a slight noise, she opened her eyes to see Grey holding some tissues.  

Taking them from him, she smiled through the tears. “Thank you, Sir.”  She did the best she could for her tears and runny nose. His hand came over to help her and took away the used tissues to replace them with fresh ones. He held them this time.

“Blow.” He commanded.

She blew her nose into it again like she was three years old.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.  

“You’re welcome.  That was both very brave and very foolish.” He told her.

“I know, Sir.  I’m sorry, Sir.” She shrugged.

“Are you?  For?” He asked.

“For pushing you so hard and daring you in front of the class. I was.  I was.  I was topping from the bottom, Sir.  Not allowable.  I deserved this caning for it, Sir.” She looked over at him.

He nodded slightly.  “I’d tend to agree.  You’ve been trying for something like this for a few months.  I decided I was tired of trying to be good.”

“Be good, Sir?” She asked, puzzled.

“Dear, I am almost three times your age. I have known what you were trying to do since the first day of class. Susan didn’t try so much, just not to back down, ” he told her.

“Did…did you two…ever?” Amanda had to ask.

“No.  She’s only one or two years older than you, Dear.” He answered.

“She wanted you to ask her,” Amanda told him.

“Are you trying to set me up?  Tired of me already?” He teased.

“No, Sir…not in the least.” She winced.  “I truly had no idea it was this bad.  I can be a little subby idiot.”

“Whose mouth gets her into trouble her ass can’t handle?” He laughed.  “I’ve met the type before.”

“Please, Sir.” She whimpered.  “If it’s not too much to beg for?  Will…will you rub for me, please?”  

“Hmm…you are a vixen.” He moved closer to her.

“Mmm…I think you mean slut.  Yes, Sir, I am in several different flavors.” She told him.

She felt his hand cup her bottom gently.  He knew what he was doing, as he barely used any pressure to start.  

“Tell me what flavors.” He commanded her.  It was clear in his tone.

“Yes, Sir.” She winced as he began to rub a little harder and squeeze, but soon it felt so much better to get the blood moving around a little.  In a softly purring voice, she admitted her vices: pain, cum, anal, exhibitionism.

“Honestly, Sir.  I’ve yet to meet a kind of slut that isn’t me.” She shrugged.  Her body was now resting on the desk, and she knew her thighs had parted.  

“Susan should be here with the ice soon, ” he told her, but he didn’t stop enjoying her bottom. She didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmmhmm…how long, Sir?  How long have you been doing this?” Amanda needed to know for some reason.

“Hmm…I will assume you don’t mean enjoying this firm, nice ass of yours?” He teased.

“Thank you, Sir, but no.” She giggled.  He had a nice way about him.

“For a long time, I tried to deny what I was and who I was, but that stopped a dozen or so years ago.  I’ve been in it ever since, but quietly so.  I love how the British are so serious about it, too.” He laughed. 

“Do you have a submissive now, Sir?” She asked and hated waiting for the answer.

“No, I do not. I’m more interested in a 24/7 relationship, and not many can handle that or want it, ” he told her. I’ve tried temporary ones, but…someone has to end it, and then it starts all over again?”  

“Have you ever….with…with a student, Sir?” She asked in a quieter tone.

He didn’t answer.

A soft knock at the door heralded Susan’s return. She peeked inside slowly to see if it was okay to come inside.

“All clear, Sir?” Susan asked.

“Yes, Dear.  Thank you for your discretion.” Grey told her.

“Well, I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to interrupt. I wouldn’t have wanted to be interrupted, ” she said as she came in with two bags of crushed ice.  

“Place those on the desk right over here?” He pointed to a student’s desk in the front row.

Susan nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  I can go now.”  She began to put the ice bags down.

“Wait.  Amanda tells me I was foolish not to ask you to coffee earlier this year.  Do you think she’s right?” Grey asked the woman.

Susan looked up with an impish grin.  “Respectfully, Sir?  I’d like to think so, Sir.”

“Well, clarifying your…status is a moot point now.  Please, answer the following question with all honesty.” He asked, or instead commanded.

“Yes, Sir.  I will.” Susan stood still.

“Why did you get two bags of ice, Susan?” He said in a low, evil tone.

Susan blushed.  “I…I had my hopes, Sir.”

“Susan.” He used the same warning tone, which even made Amanda’s bottom clench a little, which hurt!

“I hoped you’d be willing to…let me take six or so, Sir.” She sighed and fidgeted.

“You know what the cane is like, right?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.  Very well.  It was used in my secondary school.  I was rather a rebellious girl.” She shrugged.

“No…really?” He asked.

“Hard to imagine but true, Sir.” She grinned.  “If I’d been as brave as Amanda, then it would be me where she is now, Sir.  It’s my fault more than yours.”

“Seems you were correct, Amanda,” Grey told her.  

Amanda found it endlessly arousing that he’d never stopped fondling her ass this whole time as he was talking to another woman.  Susan hadn’t seemed to mind it either.  Her eyes were only for him.

“I told you, Sir,” Amanda responded.

SMACK!

“Owww…sorry, Sir.” Amanda apologized for her cheek with her sore cheek.

“I can’t abide brats or sassing…unless they are fully aware of the painful consequences of these actions before they begin.” He amended.

“Noted, Sir.”  Amanda nodded.

“Susan?” He asked.

“Noted as well, Sir.” She grinned.

“Will there be a problem with you two being together with me?” He asked.

“Not for me, Sir,” Susan answered.  “Amanda?”

“Not for me either, Sir.  We can make it work.  Susan?” Amanda asked back.

“I agree.  Neither of us wants to let him escape, so…we share.  Kind of a sign of the times, right?  More of us than there are of him?” She laughed.

“Tell me about it.” Amanda agreed.

Wisely, Grey stayed out of the conversation between the two women.  It was a submissive business that was best left to them to sort out.  When they needed his input, they would let him know.  He had no doubts about it.

“Susan, you know where my office is?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

“How about fish and chips for three?” He reached into his pocket for his wallet.

“No, Sir.  I’ll take care of it.  Any allergies or requests, Amanda?” Susan asked.

“No vinegar on mine, please? I can’t abide the stuff.” She told Susan.

“Shall I get drinks as well?” Susan asked.

Once they had figured out the orders, Susan was ready to leave.  She paused by the door.  “Don’t have too much fun and leave some for me, Amanda.” She laughed and left.

“Whatever could she have meant?” He wondered aloud.

“I have no idea, Sir.” Amanda played along.

“Could it be…” His hand slipped to where she’d wanted it for the last twenty minutes.

Amanda moaned as his index and middle fingers adeptly petted her swollen and very wet labia.  “Yes…yes,…it could be…Sir…pleassse?” She begged.

“Use your words.” He teased her.

“Pleeease, play with me, pet me, finger me, whatever you wish, but don’t stop touching me, please?” She begged in a rush.

“Well, I may stop a few times.  I am rather fond of edging a girl.  In answer to your previous question, I’ve never done this with a student.  I think I will change that.  What do you think?” He asked as his index had found her clit.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Ssssir, besssst idea….everrrr.” She purred.

When they finally got to his office, Susan arrived not soon after.  Amanda was ravenous.  Sir had edged her four times.  FOUR TIMES!  He was a devout sadist, for sure.  The orgasm had been so worth it.  Yes, she’d even told him it had been.  

Professor Grey petitioned the university for two TA positions to be assigned to him. It was granted, as he also made a generous donation to the provost. Susan and Amanda became fixtures around him, either in his classroom or his office. It was whispered that they were also this close in his country house just outside the city.

The locals began talking about sightings of nubile, beautiful wood nymphs running around in their all-togethers!  Sometimes, they’d even stop to talk to a young man here or there and never blink at their nakedness.  Professor Grey became a bit of a legend over time.  This is how stories always start…yet this is where we end.