More Bad Luck

  “So, Belinda,” Professor Woodward said to the pretty pixie-face blonde sitting across from him, in his office, “You want to take the same test NOW that the rest of your class took Friday, the day you knew the test was scheduled to be given on? I may let you take the exam now, if you have a valid reason for missing class Friday. Do you?” 

   Hoping to create a believable alibi, the German girl noticed Dr Woodward had a photo of his collie sitting on his desk. THAT’S IT! “I’m so sorry, Dr Woodward, my dog, Gunther, got sick Thursday night. I was up all night with him, and then took him to the vet Friday morning.”

   “That IS a valid reason for missing class,” the professor replied, as he was scrolling through the photos on his phone, “But I have to ask you a question before I give you the test. Who is the girl in the photo taken at the big homecoming party given at The Browser House last Thursday? The blonde, who appears to be quite intoxicated, dancing in just her underwear?”

    Belinda was shocked when she saw the photo, Yes, that was HER. But who took this photo and who shared it with her history professor?

   “ I take it you recognize her? When you didn’t show up for class Friday, Crystal told me she had seen you at that party the night before. And shared that photo with me to prove it. So, instead of going to see the veterinarian,  I’m guessing you were too hung over Friday to attend my class. Is that true, Belinda?”

   CRYSTAL! That bitch had vowed revenge ever since Belinda went on a date with her boyfriend! Could Belinda help it if American boys found her irresistible? But what could she do about that now? Look as pitiful as possible and beg for forgiveness? 

    “ I … yes, that’s me in the photo. I know I it was stupid to go to a party, the night before the midterms. I regret that. That was a bad decision. I’m sorry I lied to you, but I need to pass your class, or I’ll lose my scholarship. Please, let me take a makeup test, Dr Woodward.” Belinda pleaded, with tears in her eyes. 

   “If you ask me, young lady,” Dr Woodward said coldly, giving Belinda a stern look, “What you need is to have your bottom blistered for not taking your classes more seriously and lying to your professor. Now, please leave my office, I have work to do”

    Belinda felt like her world was beginning to crumble. What would she do if she lost her scholarship? She didn’t have a job, and her scholarship paid for her rent. She would be broke and homeless. Far from home. Perhaps … yes, that may work …

   “Dr Woodward,” Belinda whispered, “You’re right. I do deserve a spanking. A long, hard spanking. If … you gave me one, could I take the test?”

       Belinda didn’t know it, but Dr Woodward had mentioned spanking, hoping Belinda would ask him to give her one, if she thought that was the only way he would allow her to makeup the test she missed. He had tried that same technique numerous times over the years. At this point, he had lost count of how many naughty coeds had left his office in tears, rubbing their throbbing, pepper hot posteriors. He had wanted to spank Belinda’s chubby butt ever since he first saw her.
       “Hmmm, … you DO definitely deserve a spanking. So, yes, I will. Just remember, this was YOUR idea, Belinda. Please remove your pants and panties, and lay across my lap,” Dr Woodward said as he moved his straight back chair into the center of his office.
        Belinda undressed nervously, slipping out of her sandals, and then her pants and lacy pink panties. Belinda hated spankings. But she had been punished before with paddles and switches, even a carpet beater. This old man, Belinda figured he had to be at least forty, was just going to spank her with his hand. How bad could that be?
       Belinda was about to find out just how bad a hand spanking from a determined man could be! Having spanked dozens of college girls’ bouncy bare butts, Dr Woodward was an expert now, in the fine art of bottom blistering.
        He loved to start out with slow and gentle slaps, giving his victims a false sense of security, before he gradually began to swing harder and faster, each smack harder than the last, until the girl’s bottom was boiling.
        When her professor began to spank her, Belinda smiled. His spanks felt more like gentle caresses than stinging slaps. He had no idea how to give a spanking! The old pervert just wanted an excuse to fondle her ass. This was going to be a lot easier than she expected. Or so she thought, until Belinda realized each spank seemed a little harder than the last. Until the sound of his hand crashing into her big butt sounded like fireworks exploding in his small office. Each sizzling, scorching swat adding fuel to the fire Dr Woodward was igniting all across Belinda bottom.
        Dr Woodward smiled devilishly, watching Belinda’s ample alabaster ass slowly turning pink, then reddening rapidly, as the German brat pleaded for mercy. After just a few minutes, blisters began to appear like magic all across Belinda’s ruby red rear. Dr Woodward loved knowing every time Belinda sat down for the rest of the week, she would think of him. To ensure that, he finished the bawling blonde”s spanking with a vicious volley of extra hard spanks to Belinda’s “ sit spots”.
        After telling Belinda, “I hope that’ll be a lesson to you, Belinda, to take your classes more seriously in the future.” Dr Woodward released the German girl. Belinda flew off of his lap, expecting to see Dr Woodward holding a paddle or a hairbrush, maybe even a blowtorch. God, he had a hard heavy hand! Belinda’s beet red rear was on FIRE! Belinda began to hop up and down, furiously rubbing her blazing burgundy butt, moaning pitifully.
         THIS was the professor’s favorite part of the punishment. Watching a pretty coed prance around his office after her spanking, her hands clutching her candy apple red rear. God, he loved watching college girls doing the “spanking dance”.
       After giving Belinda a minute to calm down, Dr Woodward sat a wooden stool in front of his desk, placed a copy of the test in front of it, and then forced Belinda down on to the stool. The second Belinda’s bare bottom came in contact with the hard wooden stool, she shot back up, shouting, “AUSCH! That hurts!”
      “Belinda,” Dr Woodward said sternly, “Like the rest of the class on Friday, you only have thirty minutes to complete this exam. I would advise you to stop wasting time and begin the exam right now.”
        Belinda said, “Yes, sir”, and tried to sit down as gingerly as possible. As carefully as you could sit down on a red hot stove, which is exactly how Belinda felt.
        Dr Woodward smiled, watching Belinda squirm. Walking behind her, he decided to remove her pants and underwear from the floor, where she had dropped them, and place them neatly in a chair. Picking up the pants, a piece of paper fluttered out of her back pocket. Picking it up, Dr Woodward saw it was … THE ANSWERS TO THE TEST BELINDA WAS CURRENTLY TAKING! She must had planned on slipping this cheat sheet out of her pocket, when he wasn’t looking.
       Behind her, Belinda was surprised to hear Dr Woodward removing his belt.
        “Young lady,” she heard him say angrily, “I think I need to have another ‘little talk’ with you.”
                                                    THE END