Product Description
A failing college student reads a cryptic classified ad promising a way to motivate her to achieve better grades. Her sessions with The Professor are far more severe and humiliating than she bargained for. It doesn't prevent her from taking her gorgeous friend, Jenna, to experience the Professor's services too. After a harsh session with a strap nicknamed 'Lucifer' she longs to reward the Professor for teaching her that excellent grades can be achieved through proper College Discipline.
By best-selling erotica author, Kim Acton, whose other novellas are also available on Kindle.
Excerpt:
The Professor took his time telling her what was in store for her. But first he told her to remove all of her clothes and stand in front of him. When she did he deliberately looked her up and down slowly so she could feel his eyes on her. “You will not be receiving an over the knee spanking tonight. You also will not get the small paddle you experienced before. Those are not sufficient for what you have done.”
Heather felt a chill run through her. Goosebumps formed and she felt her legs trembling. The Professor continued. “I’m going to take you into a different room. It’s a room most students never need to see. It contains many devices and implements that are designed to make girls remember to wake up on time for exams. In your case, I will administer a leather strap to your ass. It’s quite thick and menacing, actually. Sometimes I find it so heavy I have to rest my arm before completing a session. I won’t lie to you, Heather; it’s going to hurt more than you can imagine.”
Tears filled Heather’s eyes. Her knees began to visibly shake.
“In fact, you’re going to receive it with wet buttocks. You see, a wet strapping is far more intense. And that’s what you’re getting tonight, Heather, a wet strapping with the leather.” He stood up and directed her into a bedroom that contained no bed but several pieces of unusual furniture. There was a padded bench, a throne chair, something that reminded Heather of a sawhorse in her Dad’s garage workshop and two large timbers formed into an X and leaned against the wall at a slight angle. The room was a dungeon and it hid many insidious features to which Heather was oblivious.
“You will be fastened to this cross, Heather. Your wrists and ankles will be secured and you will remain there for the duration of your discipline session. Now step up to the cross and place your arms and legs into position.”
The cross formed a broad X and required her legs to be spread far apart. The Professor closed metal clamps around her slim ankles and wrists and locked her into a vulnerable and submissive position. The slight forward angle ensured the Professor a clear view of her small, shaved pussy. Fear tore through her mind and body as she realized how trapped she was. She thought about screaming. As if he could read her mind, the Professor said, “You are permitted to scream as loud as you like in here. If you examine the walls, floor and ceiling you can see they are covered in thick acoustic insulation. Sound does not escape this room so you may scream with abandon during the session.”
She felt a lump in her throat so thick it made breathing difficult. The Professor removed a black strap from a hook on the wall and showed it to Heather. It was nearly three feet in length and hung with only a slight bend owing to its thickness and rigidity. “Other girls have nicknamed this strap, Lucifer,” he said with a grin. They’ve learned that if they really screw up in a class they’ll ‘have Lucifer to pay,’” he said, with the only chuckle she ever heard from him.
“Brace yourself,” he said. Without any other warning he laid the strap hard across both cheeks of her tender ass. It landed like an electric shock and Heather tried to scream as loud as she could but no sound came out. He administered a second stroke that pressed her forward into the timbers of the cross and send a shockwave through her body. Heather broke into immediate tears.
By best-selling erotica author, Kim Acton, whose other novellas are also available on Kindle.
Excerpt:
The Professor took his time telling her what was in store for her. But first he told her to remove all of her clothes and stand in front of him. When she did he deliberately looked her up and down slowly so she could feel his eyes on her. “You will not be receiving an over the knee spanking tonight. You also will not get the small paddle you experienced before. Those are not sufficient for what you have done.”
Heather felt a chill run through her. Goosebumps formed and she felt her legs trembling. The Professor continued. “I’m going to take you into a different room. It’s a room most students never need to see. It contains many devices and implements that are designed to make girls remember to wake up on time for exams. In your case, I will administer a leather strap to your ass. It’s quite thick and menacing, actually. Sometimes I find it so heavy I have to rest my arm before completing a session. I won’t lie to you, Heather; it’s going to hurt more than you can imagine.”
Tears filled Heather’s eyes. Her knees began to visibly shake.
“In fact, you’re going to receive it with wet buttocks. You see, a wet strapping is far more intense. And that’s what you’re getting tonight, Heather, a wet strapping with the leather.” He stood up and directed her into a bedroom that contained no bed but several pieces of unusual furniture. There was a padded bench, a throne chair, something that reminded Heather of a sawhorse in her Dad’s garage workshop and two large timbers formed into an X and leaned against the wall at a slight angle. The room was a dungeon and it hid many insidious features to which Heather was oblivious.
“You will be fastened to this cross, Heather. Your wrists and ankles will be secured and you will remain there for the duration of your discipline session. Now step up to the cross and place your arms and legs into position.”
The cross formed a broad X and required her legs to be spread far apart. The Professor closed metal clamps around her slim ankles and wrists and locked her into a vulnerable and submissive position. The slight forward angle ensured the Professor a clear view of her small, shaved pussy. Fear tore through her mind and body as she realized how trapped she was. She thought about screaming. As if he could read her mind, the Professor said, “You are permitted to scream as loud as you like in here. If you examine the walls, floor and ceiling you can see they are covered in thick acoustic insulation. Sound does not escape this room so you may scream with abandon during the session.”
She felt a lump in her throat so thick it made breathing difficult. The Professor removed a black strap from a hook on the wall and showed it to Heather. It was nearly three feet in length and hung with only a slight bend owing to its thickness and rigidity. “Other girls have nicknamed this strap, Lucifer,” he said with a grin. They’ve learned that if they really screw up in a class they’ll ‘have Lucifer to pay,’” he said, with the only chuckle she ever heard from him.
“Brace yourself,” he said. Without any other warning he laid the strap hard across both cheeks of her tender ass. It landed like an electric shock and Heather tried to scream as loud as she could but no sound came out. He administered a second stroke that pressed her forward into the timbers of the cross and send a shockwave through her body. Heather broke into immediate tears.
