Term Paper

[SirTimothyk]

I opened the door with a stern look.

"You are late, young lady."

Letting her in, I noticed her short skirt and black shirt. My, my, I thought, this will be fun. I brought her into the dining room and we sat down.

"Now before we begin, I have a few rules here. First, I consider it extremely rude that you are late. Remember, this is on my own time too. Ten minutes wasted of your time is ten minutes wasted of my time. There has to be a consequence."

With that, I pushed myself away from the dining room chair and motioned her over to me.

"I am going to put you over my knee and give you the spanking you so richly deserve."

[digitalcalliope]

As Professor K motions me to his knee, I stare at him dumbfounded, glancing from his knee, to his stern face, back to his knee. I blink several times, positive I had misheard him. But no, there he remained, glaring at me, his knee beckoning.

Surely he must be kidding! Standing up quickly I take a few steps back, half tempted to bolt for the door. "Look sir," I stammer, my words tumbling out of my mouth in a high pitched squeak, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. I will try to be ten minutes early next time to make up for it? How does that sound? Certainly this," I motion toward his knee, "is uncalled for."

Even as I say it I feel unconvinced by my plea. I'm shocked, yes, but a thrill has rushed through my body at the idea of his firm hand on my ass. Even more embarrassed by this epiphany, I back up again. I stop as I come to another realization. Gaining confidence, I stand my ground and meet his eyes. "Perhaps we should stop wasting more precious time and get to the tutoring?"