Chapter Five(2)


    I thought a long time before I began to speak. I stared at my toes and then KC’s face, then my toes


    again. I took a deep breath.


    “Rossi,” getting the name out was the worst. Getting that done, maybe I could do the rest. “He was a


    professor in the Architecture Department and my advisor. I did drawings, lots of them off the cuff, but


    nothing by the book. I hated studying. But I liked original design—except that my creations were too


    outrageous to produce, ‘undoable, impractical, he said. Filled with ws and ignorant mistakes,’ I deign


    to quote. He was a particr man, with peculiar ws; but I didn’t see any of them, especially since I


    needed his approval to get my degree—and I was in total awe of his skill and abilities as an architect.


    He was handsome, ruthless, unconventional, twenty years my senior andpletely in charge of me.


    He began as my senior advisor, and transferred himself to my graduate sses. He insinuated himself


    into my life a piece at a time…” I stopped. How much should I say? Each remembrance took me further


    back, each word seeming to incriminate me as though I were confessing crimes not post-adolescent


    sexual confusion.


    “Go on,” KC prompted me.


    “His first move felt like ckmail, though I knew he had been advancing on me for a good reason. I


    would have failed that semester at the end of my junior year, and I wouldn’t have gone back to school. I


    wouldn’t have had the guts or the tenacity to recover from the mincemeat I made of myself. I wasn’t on


    drugs, but it probably looked as though I were. I did hit the bottle asionally, but I wasn’t getting


    drunk. I waszy, and irresponsible,pletely undisciplined, and scornful of anyone’s attempts to


    enforce rules with me.


    “But then, it came down to survival. I hated my parents. I didn’t want their money, and when I finally


    faced facts, I realized that without a career I couldn’t afford my life, and without some structure to my


    life I’d never have a career. Rossi got to that point with me in one very remarkable meeting…”


    “You’re failing, Miss Henry,” the professor rounded his desk and strolled about his ungracious student.


    “Despite your attempts this summer, you are still only slipping by in this discipline. Perhaps that alone is


    the problem here, you think?” He came on her eye to eye. She didn’t blink, but she was shriveling


    inside worried that he spoke the truth. “You don’t think of architecture as a discipline, but a hobby you


    ignorantly suppose is going to pay you big bucks. You’re used to a pampered life; you’re used to your


    fancy clothes and jet-set summers and dinners in expensive restaurants. But the only way you’ll have


    that life now is to mooch off your parents. I was given to understand that you didn’t want that. You sat in


    my office a few months ago, practically crying your eyes out, pleading with me to keep you in the


    department in spite of your failing test scores and your less than adequate skills in sound architectural


    design. You promised me results; you gave me little. You took off in the middle of an assignment,


    offering me slipshod blueprints aspensation for my time. You should be embarrassed working


    alongside the other students who have worked hard and raised their grades. What’s worse—you just


    don’t seem to get my message.”


    “Oh, but I do now, sir; and I’m sorry.”


    “Sorry is not enough.”


    “But it’s all I can say.”


    “Maybe you should try waiting tables, Miss Henry, because that’s all you’ll be good for—though I’m not


    even sure you’d be good at that. You have no stamina. You have no focus. You can’t seem to organize


    anything, and you’re unreliable. Other than a smattering of artistic talent, I can’t really think of anything


    to rmend that I keep you in the department.”


    She sighed distressed by his remarks, “I ask for just one more reprieve, sir. Just this one thing.”


    He waltzed about her trembling body inspecting every sensuous line—admiring, yes, but critical.


    Perhaps she was just too beautiful—gleaming auburn hair, naturally curledshes, green eyes, and


    porcin skin. He’d never seen a more wless creature. He’d seen many lovely female students


    though a cloud formed around her and she breathed discontent and frenzied misbehavior. There was a


    yful, even childish aspect to her restlessness, perhaps still a child inside her womanly frame. He


    was stirred by her as much as annoyed.


    “And what assurance would I have that you’ve changed any of your bad habits, Miss Henry?”


    “I don’t know that I could give you anything but my word.”


    “That has proven to be worthless,” he reminded her.


    She gulped nervously, palms sweating, heart beating rapidly, even pounding at her temples. She knew


    she woulde to this kind of miserable end eventually; by living as though some angel would


    suddenly swoop down to rescue her, she ignored the facts of her failure for months.


    “I would try again, sir, more sincerely than I ever have.”


    He stood before her, hands behind his back, staring into her eyes—they were nearly the same height,


    though he seemed to loom over her with his impressive stance.


    “The only way I would consider your request is if you’d put yourself in a strict probationary program with


    me, allowing me liberties with your life that you would not ordinarily give to any man.”


    “What would that mean?” she asked, feeling both bewildered and curiously aroused.


    “I have a rather anachronous point of viewpared with the rest of this politically correct feminist-


    oriented university. I rarely, and I mean rarely, practice my beliefs with students; it’s normally not


    feasible at all, unless there is a strict understanding between the student in question and myself. I have


    found, however, with women like yourself, who have a difficult time with discipline and structure that


    utilizing some time-honored means of guidance—meaning rules and punishment---can often make a


    difference between sess and failure.


    “I make no demand for these measures, they would bepletely voluntary on your part; you would


    sign an appropriate waver stating so, but if you need to pursue your future as an architect with this


    institution—a fact which you seem to insist on—the only way I would allow you to continue here would


    be in a program with rigid disciplinary standards, including appropriate corporal punishment for any


    failure toply with the demands I’d make.”


    “Corporal punishment?”


    “As in spanked, paddled or caned on your bare behind.”


    “If I mess up?”


    “If you mess up,” he paused and then continued, “as well as when I see fit, just to keep your behavior


    on the straight and narrow. In addition, I would put some stringent limitations on your extracurricr


    activities, your study time and other areas of your personal life. I would, Miss Henry, own your


    existence until youplete your exams next spring. You would not only finish all the requirements of


    your senior year, you would, as well, make up what you could not adequatelyplete this year,


    including retesting in those subjects where your grades are marginal. You would be prepared for


    graduate study—which is almost required for the kind of work you want to do.” He stopped, took a deep


    breath, and finally finished, “It’s up to you. If you’d like, you can think about it for a few days, but no


    more than that. If you agree to this, we need to get started immediately.”


    Her mind whirred while her body seemed to fill with the strangest feelings of longing. Perhaps it was his


    attention to her, his willingness even to suggest something this astounding. As she considered the n,


    her thighs and bottom began to tingle with a delightful physical sensation. All this took herpletely


    off guard, as the whole scheme was utterly preposterous. And yet, she was seriously considering


    agreeing to the professor’s proposal.


    She thought fast, right on her feet—rash thinking was something she did do well, although it tended to


    get her into trouble. But with Professor Rossi? What trouble could there be in ensuring her future


    sess? “I’ll do it, sir,” she answered him much faster than he expected.


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    He nodded his head, truly amazed that she would agree. “All right, then. You understand that I will


    insinuate myself into your life until you’ll likely be sick of me. That might be difficult for you given the


    streak of independence that seems so important to you.”


    “Perhaps, perhaps not,” she replied. She was thinking in advance of the professor, measuring her


    physical and emotional response to the proposal and to him. Something in his manner had been


    intriguing her for months, though she’d ignored the erotic implications. He was a professor, but he was


    also opening a door… “I don’t know why I’m doing this, Professor Rossi, but I will. Maybe it’s foolish,


    but it couldn’t be any more foolish than a lot of other things I’ve done—like spending three years in this


    university and leaving with nothing to show for it. I need my career. My time is running out. I’ll be


    miserable if I don’t graduate.”


    “Well then, we’ll start today. You can take your first punishment now. Consider it a measure to wipe the


    te clean so we can start fresh.”


    “Now? Start now?”


    “Yes.”


    “W-Wasn’t,” she started to stammer, ”there something I’m supposed to sign?”


    “If it’s necessary, we can take care of thatter,” he said. “For now, this will be private—off the record.”


    He had grabbed something from a nearby closet, a spanking paddle. She watched in anxious awe as


    he clutched it with a fierce resolve. Her heart leapt again, while her sexual body shivered in


    anticipation. “The building is empty except for the two of us,” he whispered. “This is about your


    bing more disciplined, about learning to submit to my requirements,” he spoke so softly. Each


    word seemed carefully chosen, each awakening another ce of sensation. She was enthralled by the


    look of his hand, and the paddle, even as her mind was enthralled by the sound of his voice. “I can get


    you what you desire. I can make your life heaven or hell. You’ll learn the most amazing things about


    yourself; more than you ever thought was there.” He paused, letting that thought settle with her. “I


    sense you’re already feeling it.”


    “I am,” she whispered breathlessly.


    “Mind you, this will hurt, but the implications will feel so good that you’lle to ept the treatment


    as part of you. Now step forward, Miss Henry, to the front of my desk,” Rossi instructed, as he moved


    behind her. “I want you to raise your skirt and bend over. I’ll lower your underwear.”


    “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she blushingly answered. Her voice sounded so tiny it was hardly


    there at all.


    “Well then, I’ll have little to do but redden your ass.”


    Following the order, she moved the short two steps required. Anticipation made her legs weak and her


    hands trembled so that her palms began to sweat. Bending over, she slowly fingered her white denim


    skirt, and drew it over her hips. The material bunched about her waist. Her physical response was


    rming. She had no idea that this would turn her on, but every feeling in her was sexual. He could


    have fucked or spanked her and it wouldn’t have mattered at the moment.


    When the paddle struck, her first response an immediate, “Ouch!”


    “Hush, youngdy,” Rossi snapped.


    The paddle struck again as a bright and stinging warmth spread across her ass. Another strike, the


    sensation became more vivid. More smacks, and she was struggling to stay put, struggling to keep


    quiet when she was about to scream.


    The paddle struck again, until there were twenty strikes and a swathe of red across her ass as brilliant


    as the evening sun.


    More and she might have been tempted to bolt the room—but temptation didn’t have time to breed.


    Rossi knew how far to take her, how to start and when to stop. He also sensed the desperate desire


    beneath herpliance. He understood her natural inclinations and the inner workings of her mind and


    what would lure her to him. He had so little to do to have her inside his grasp…


    I stopped talking, measuring the silence, wondering what KC would say, but I wasn’t about to say


    another word until he spoke.


    He squirmed in his chair—leather pants making a soft rustling noise. “This is only a tiny piece of the


    story, isn’t it?” KC said.


    “Yes,” I answered.


    “So what’s going on in your life right now that you need me?”


    “I’m not sure.”


    “Oh, but I think you are. You’re just chicken to admit it.”


    “Maybe. Couldn’t we just go on the way we have been for a while?” I suggested.


    “We could.” But he wasn’t so sure. “Tell me about you right now?” he probed more.


    “I’m confused,” I admitted.


    “And my spanking you will set you straight? My fooling with your life will cure you?”


    “It might.”


    “Okay, then, Gail,” he nodded. “You have a project to do, by when?”


    “Day after tomorrow.”


    “Then get to work and do it. One slip up, your ass will get the cane. You won’t be sitting pretty. That


    clear?”


    “It is.” I thought that’s what I wanted. This kind of toughness. I wasn’t sure though if it weren’t the


    consequences I was interested in—not the sess.


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