Chapter 1
Marie was idly daydreaming at the start of class when the professor unexpectedly called out, “I will collect your assignments now, class.”
She was confused. Then horrified. She forgot all about the assignment! She was supposed to be working on it all weekend. All around her, her classmates held up folders full of paper. The professor walked from desk to desk, collecting them. Marie spent a frantic moment desperately trying to think of a solution, but her mind was completely blank. And then he was right in front of her, staring down at her disapprovingly.
“Where’s your assignment, Lulu?”
Lulu was her Bondage University name. Each girl, upon enrollment, would be given a name by the faculty, often one meant to be embarrassing. She was never supposed to use her mundane name, or even think about it. Marie still had a hard time accepting that though. It was one of many practices that made Bondage University so strange.
Marie stammered helplessly, unable to think of a good explanation.
The professor sighed and shook his head. “No, don’t even try coming up with an excuse. I’m disappointed in you, Lulu.”
Her cheeks flushed and she stared down at her desk.
He continued, “we have high expectations at Bondage University, Lulu. And discipline must be maintained. Come to the front of the class.”
Numbly, she obeyed, wondering what he had in mind.
“Bend over the desk.”
There was a titter from the back of the room, which was silenced by a glare from the professor. He looked at Marie sternly and repeated, “bend over the desk.”
She stared at him blankly. He grabbed her by the hair and roughly forced her over the desk, pressing her torso into the wood. Marie squealed, her legs kicking.
“Hold STILL, Lulu!” His broad hand gave her a sharp slap on her butt.
Marie held still, but couldn’t stop an embarrassed whine as he gripped her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Her plaid skirt hit a little below her knees. An embarrassing length signifying that her grades were below average. The better the grades, the shorter the skirts. She envied the girls who were good students, their cute, flirty little skirts and how proud they were of them. Her skirt seemed frumpy by comparison. Not that it mattered now. Her lacy white panties were on full view to the entire class behind her!
“You WILL do your assignments, Lulu. You will do them to the best of your ability and submit them on time. No excuses. It seems you need a reminder of that. Spread your legs!” When she hesitated, he spanked her hard again with his hand and repeated, “spread your legs, Lulu!”
She obeyed, cheeks blushing. It somehow made her feel even more exposed and vulnerable to have her feet spread far apart while her classmates stared at her panties.
The professor took a wooden paddle from the wall. “You will apologize twenty times. I will paddle you after each apology. If you move, I will start over. If you fail to be properly apologetic, I will start over. Do you understand, Lulu?”
Marie trembled a little. That paddle looked like it would HURT. “Please don’t do this, prof-”
She was interrupted by a hard paddle blow on her butt. “Do you understand, slut?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Very well. Now say ‘I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!’
Marie didn’t want to obey. That would be such a degrading, insulting, shameful thing to say! But that paddle HURT. She didn’t want to get hit more times than necessary, and it was clear she wasn’t going to get out of this. “I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!” She reached across the desk, gripping the far edge tightly, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
WHACK!
The paddle hurt every bit as much as she expected. She bit her lip. She wanted badly to rub her aching bottom, but knew that wouldn’t be allowed - and she didn’t want to do that with all of her classmates watching.
“Well, Lulu?”
Oh crap! She had forgotten to keep going. She quickly blurted out, “I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
God, that hurt. She was determined to get this over with as soon as possible. “I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
She nearly forgot about all the people watching her humiliation. Her world was focused on the professor’s punishment. “I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
The words no longer filled her with shame. It was just something she had to do. Something she had to say over and over again. She was definitely never going to forget to do an assignment again!
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
She was saying it so often now that the line almost had a musical quality to it.
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
She blurted out the line immediately after each blow. Almost eagerly. She was going to show the professor she wouldn’t fail any more.
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
Her butt was on fire from the pain. Her cheeks were on fire from the humiliation.
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
God, these blows were hard! He must work out!
Maybe he worked out by punishing naughty girls like her.
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
She felt like she’d never be able to sit down again. She would make sure to never mess up like this again.
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
She would make sure to never fail this man again.
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK!
“I’m sorry for being such a stupid bitch, sir!”
WHACK! “All done, Lulu. Good girl for holding so still.” He patted her on the head. “Now take off your panties.”
She was sprawled on top of the desk, a sweaty, exhausted, throbbing mess. She blinked in confusion at the instruction. But when she saw him raise the paddle again, she let out a squeak. “Yes, sir!” She hurriedly stood up and pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, holding them in one hand. A nervous giggle from behind her reminded her of all the watching eyes, sending a fresh wave of humiliation through her. But she wasn’t about to disobey and earn another paddling.
He gripped her hair in his strong hand again and roughly tilted her head back. “Open your mouth, Lulu!”
She didn’t dare disobey or hesitate. She compliantly opened her mouth. He snatched her panties from her hand and roughly stuffed them into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in shock and she couldn’t stop making a muffled protest.
“Silence, Lulu. It’s corner time for you.” He pulled her to the corner at the front of the classroom. She nearly tripped and fell and was convinced he would drag her by her hair, caveman style. Fortunately, she got her legs moving.
He pressed her into the corner, her toes right against the wall. He roughly folded her arms behind her back, her forearms horizontal, each hand near the opposite elbow. “Stay!” he told her sternly.
Then he ignored her.
He returned to his desk and started the day’s lesson as if nothing had happened.
She could hear pencils scribbling down notes. The shuffling of books and clothing, the natural noises of many bodies sitting in a room. Facing the corner, she couldn’t tell if everyone was staring at her, or ignoring her completely and paying attention to the professor.
She felt so exposed. She could feel the cool air on her thighs and bottom, which felt like it was on fire. She desperately wanted to rub it, but was terrified of moving and incurring the professor’s wrath again. The panties were drying out her mouth, and she could intently taste herself in a way she never had before. She focused on holding perfectly still. For however long he wanted.
Oh, crap - he was talking about stuff that would be on the test! Lulu snapped to attention. She had been pleasantly zoned out, letting the professor’s lecture wash over her. But she couldn’t take notes! She tried to focus on what he was saying, doing her best to memorize anything important.
It was a struggle. Lulu wished she could sit down. She wished she could move. She was embarrassed. Her butt hurt. Holding still was hard. And she wasn’t used to trying to pay attention to the lecture and commit it to memory. Time dragged on. But she knew she would have to endure until he felt like allowing her to move again.
Finally he ended the class. She heard the commotion of bodies shifting around and books being closed. Now Lulu could finally move! She waited breathlessly for the command. She heard her classmates shuffling out the exit. Still she waited. She heard desk drawers opening and closing as the professor put away materials. He wasn’t going to just leave and forget about her, was he?
“Lulu. Come here.”
Heart pounding, Lulu stepped out of the corner and turned around. She almost dropped her hands, but decided at the last millisecond not to risk it. She walked over near where he was standing by the desk.
“Disobedient schoolgirls like you give me stress. Fortunately, you’re here to relieve my stress, Lulu. Bend over, bitch!”
Without waiting for her to comply, he grabbed her hair again and forced her to bend over the desk, just as she had been when getting paddled. She whined into the panties. She couldn’t handle another paddling!
“You may move your arms.”
With a sigh of relief, she moved her arms out from behind her back and stretched out to reach the far side of the desk.
Still holding her down to the desk, he pulled her panties out of her mouth. “I’m going to use you like the dirty little sex toy you are, Lulu. While I do, you are going to say ‘please use this worthless slut, sir!’ over and over. If you don’t… I’m going to paddle you again.”
Lulu’s eyes grew wide. “Please use this worthless slut, sir!” she gasped. “Please use this worthless slut, sir!” she didn’t even make a pretense of resistance. She was going to be a good girl and not get punished again!
“That’s the spirit,” he said. He let go of her hair and stood behind her. She heard a zipper. Then he guided his hard cock into her, gripped her hips, and started forcefully sliding in and out of her.
“Please use this worthless slut, sir! Please use this worthless slut, sir!” She did her best to repeat the line over and over. Sometimes he’d pound the breath out of her, but she would immediately try to gasp the line out anyway, desperate to avoid displeasing him.
It felt like forever, but was only a few minutes when he stopped and his throbbing cock spurted his seed deep into her dripping wet pussy. After a moment, he pulled out and carelessly wiped his cock off using her too-long skirt. He sighed in contentment. “That’s more like it. Now say ‘thank you for putting the class cunt in her place, sir!’”
Lulu whined again. Her thighs were trembling. She was drippy and desperate with need. But he didn’t care. He had no interest in her own pleasure. She was a toy for him to use and discard.
That shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did.
“Thank you for putting the class cunt in her place, sir!”
“Good bitch. Make sure to study hard for Tuesday’s test, Lulu. I insist on better performance from you.” And then he was gone, flicking out the classroom lights as he left.
Lulu lay there on the desk, in the darkness, panting, exhausted, desperate, and her butt still hurt. She would perform better. She would not make the mistake of disappointing him again. She would study late every night if that’s what it took to make him proud.
This was Bondage University, after all. She was Lulu. And she was going to be the best class cunt he could ever ask for.
