Belinda Krüger was scared. Her professor had asked her to follow her
to her office after class to discuss what Professor Mannings said was “a matter of upmost importance”. Did Professor Mannings suspect Belinda
had been cheating? Copying answers off of the other students’ test
papers? If she did, Belinda could lose her scholarship.
Professor Mandy Mannings pointed at a chair in front of her desk, and
asked the pretty blonde to sit down. “Belinda, you may not know it, but I
have a security camera in my classroom. I like to record my lectures.
And my students when they take a test. To make sure none of them are
cheating. I want you to watch this video, and tell me if I’m wrong or
not, but it looks like you’re copying your answers off of Sally Mullins’
test sheet.” The dark haired Professor handed her phone to the nervous
German girl.
Belinda took the phone with shaking hands,
and watched the clip, hoping to be able to lie her way out of trouble.
Belinda thought she was an expert liar, although on more than one
occasion, lying had made a bad situation even worse for her, and her big
bottom had usually paid the price for her lies. Watching the clip
Belinda realized you could just see the back of her and Sally’s heads.
The security camera must be located at the back of Professor Mannings’
classroom.
“Professor Mannings, you can just see the back
of my head in this clip. You can’t tell for sure if I’m looking at
Sally’s paper or not. And I wasn’t. If we had the same answers, that’s
because ALL of the students with the CORRECT answers would all have the
same answers, wouldn’t they?” Belinda said, proud of what she thought
was a foolproof defense.
Professor Mannings smiled, her
dimples twinkling, “That’s true, Belinda. but would they all have the
same INCORRECT answers? Unfortunately for you, you picked one of the
worse students I’ve ever had to copy off of. You even misspelled the
same words. Words I’ve seen Sally misspell before. I’m sorry. But I’m
going to have to report this to the dean.”
Tears began to
fall out of Belinda’s big blue eyes and roll down her pretty cheeks.
“Please, Professor Mannings, don’t do that. I’ll lose my scholarship and
be expelled. I admit it, I copied Sally’s answers. But… something
came up last weekend and I didn’t have time to study.” The ““something”
was a keg party at the local fraternity house, but Belinda didn’t think
revealing that bit of info would help her case much. “Please, Professor,
if you let me take that test over, I promise I’ll pass it.”
The Professor ran her fingers through her jet black hair, watching
Belinda closely, her dark brown eyes troubled. “Belinda, have you
noticed what’s on my desk?” For the first time Belinda, did. Lying on
top of a stack of books was a large oval hairbrush, as black as sin.
Belinda gasped, a hairbrush just like that one, had blistered her bottom
more than once, and had left the German brat unable to sit down for
days.
Professor Mannings smiled sinisterly, “Ah, I can
tell by your reaction, you know what a hairbrush like this can do to a
young girl’s backside. And so do I. I’m embarrassed to admit this, but
when I was in high school, my history teacher caught me cheating on a
test and sent me to the principal’s office. The principal called my
aunt, and she showed up with this very hairbrush. Right there, in front
of the principal and his secretary, she took me across her knee, and
blistered my bare bottom. That was the worse spanking I ever got, but I
knew I deserved it, every fiery crack of that brush, and I NEVER cheated
again. And now that I’m a professor, I use it to teach my students a
lesson, hoping they’ll never cheat again. So, yes, I will let you take
this test over, and not report you to the dean, if you agree to allow me
to punish you for cheating first, Belinda.”
Belinda sat in her seat, squirming, as if her bottom was already on
fire. She had heard the hairbrush’s song before, playing a steady rhythm
on her bare backside, as she sang along. Each stroke adding fuel to the
fire, raising bruises and blisters. But what could she do? She didn’t
want to lose her scholarship, and she hated to admit it, Professor
Mannings was right, she should be punished for going to a party instead
of studying, and then cheating. Belinda whispered, “If you let me take
that test over, you can… spank me, Professor Mannings.”
“Good girl, Belinda, I think this will do you a world of good”, Mandy
said as she moved her chair into the center of her office.”Now, bare
your bottom and get over my lap, you naughty thing.”
Embarrassed, the German girl slipped out of her jeans and underwear and
slid over her professor’s lap. Mandy admired Belinda’s big bottom, so
full and round, and currently as white as winter snow. But Mandy knew it
wouldn’t be that shade much longer. Belinda wasn’t the first student to
find herself across Mandy’s lap. There had been a number of them, both
males and females. Even a few of her fellow professors. And they had all
ended up dancing before her, frantically rubbing their burning
backsides, their heads thrown back, as they howled to Heaven. But none
of them had an ass as glorious as this German brat. She had wanted to
light it on fire the first time she saw Belinda walk into her classroom.
And now she was finally going to get to. She started slow and
gently. Playful spanks. Until Belinda’s big bottom was pink and
tingling. Barely warm. Giving Belinda false hope, that she may actually
enjoy her punishment, until the swats began to fall faster and faster,
harder and harder, turning Belinda’s rear redder and redder. Toasting
her tush. A fire that started in the center of each of Belinda’s
chubby butt cheeks, and then began to spread from one side to the other,
until every inch of her backside was blazing. Especially her sit spots.
Mandy made sure she raised a fine crop of blisters there before
releasing Belinda.
Belinda flew off of her professor’s lap,
shocked by how hot her bottom felt when she touched it, finding it was
way too sore to rub like she wanted to. She danced from foot to foot, a
comical and childish dance, sobbing loudly, while Mandy watched her
hungrily.
When Belinda finally regained her senses, she asked Professor Mannings, “So, when I can I retake that test?”
The dark haired woman, moved her hard wooden chair back over to her
desk, and said, “Right now. Oh, and don’t bother to get dressed. You can
leave those off until you finish this exam.”
Belinda blue eyes grew wide, “But … there’s no way I can sit down right now! My popo is on FIRE!”
Mandy grinned devilishly, “I told you you could take this test over. I
never told you when. It’s now or never. Your choice, girl. But if you
don’t take it, I’ll be forced to fail you and you’ll lose your
scholarship.”
The big bottomed blonde struggled to sit
down, and was able to, only after trying three times. And even then, she
couldn’t concentrate on her test. Mandy and Belinda was only able to
think of one thing for the next half hour, Belinda’s fiery red rear.
It was a week later, and Belinda was again in Professor Mannings’
office. Sitting in the exact same chair she had taken her makeup test
in. But this time she was able to do so without squirming. The bruises
and blisters from Professor Mannings’ hairbrush’s assault on the cute
blonde’s ample ass had mostly faded away. Professor Mannings, a
lovely woman in her late thirties, handed Belinda her test back, with a
sigh, “I’m sorry, Belinda, you did even worse on your makeup test. I’m
still going to have to fail you. And, as you know, you were warned by
the dean, if you failed one more class, you would lose your
scholarship.”
Belinda began to cry even louder than she did
the work before, when the Professor was setting her plump posterior on
fire. “ But… I couldn’t think straight when I took that test. Not after
what you just did. Trying to remember my studies, while struggling to
sit still in this chair. I felt like I was sitting in the middle of a
campfire. Plus I told you I didn’t have the time to study last
weekend.”
“Yes, you did, Belinda, and why was that? What
was so important that you didn’t have the time to study?” the Professor
asked, eyeing Belinda suspectedly.
“Well… I… Saturday
night, I… that is… “, Belinda tried to think of a believable lie,
while nervously eyeing the hairbrush that was still lying on Professor
Manning’s desk. “I got food poisoning, and was at the ER all night, and
was sick all day Sunday, too.”
“Hmmm. that’s interesting.
Linda Harris told me she saw you at a fraternity party Saturday night
and you were there until about two o’clock in the morning, before she
saw you stumbling back to your dorm with a member of the punk band that
was playing at that party.”
Belinda’s cheeks blushed as
red as her ass did the week before, “I’m sorry, I lied about that. I did
go to a party, and stayed there longer than I meant to. But if you let
me take that test over. On Monday. I promise, I’ll stay in my room ALL
weekend and study for it. Please, Professor Mannings.”
“I
guess I could give you another chance. I hate to see any student lose
their scholarship. But maybe I should give you something to think about
before you leave my office today. Something that will remind you to
spend your time this weekend studying instead of partying.” Professor
Mannings said, reaching for her hairbrush.
It was Saturday night and Belinda was indeed in her room, studying.
Lying on her bed, on her stomach, with an ice pack on her bare dark red
rear. Twenty four hours after her second spanking from Professor
Mannings, and Belinda’s big butt was STILL on fire. She had really tore
the German girl’s ass up this time. She had purple bruises in the center
of each of her chubby butt cheeks, bruises she knew would take a week
to fade away. She planned on taking a pillow with her, when she took her
makeup test on Monday. Take it and pass it. Belinda NEVER wanted to
give Professor Mannings another reason to spank her.
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