By Susan Greenway
[This story involves significant discipline with the associated embarrassments. My story, "Karen Becomes University Proctor", provides background for some of the characters in this one, and two others, "A Couple Visit Domme Karen" and "Christine Faces Karen", will amplify the title character's development. All characters are over 18.]
Kathryn Thompson, the acting University Provost, kept a close eye on how the new Visiting Proctor Karen Dufresne was faring in operating the University's centralized student discipline program. Kathryn had recommended Karen for the position, having met her through friends in the world of female dominance.
While Karen held a good bachelor's degree, she did not possess the usual academic qualifications for a position that carried the rank of Professor. The University President, Vivian Masters, relied on Kathryn's recommendation and was pleased to hear from Kathryn that the discipline program was performing properly.
Kathryn had also arranged for Karen's roommate Christine to join the administration as Karen's aide, and was given the title of Deputy Visiting Proctor, with rank of Assistant Professor. Chris managed the front of the disciplinary office where those sent by faculty members to be disciplined would report, be registered, and prepared for Karen's attention. Once their discipline had been completed, they reappeared before Chris in the outer office. She produced a completion form, which recorded the specific discipline. Karen signed that, and the student was free to leave.
Chris was given a particularly important function and authority, as it turned out. Students would emerge from Karen's disciplinary chamber with, for women, their panties down and their skirts raised, or both slacks and panties down, while for men, their trousers and undershorts were down. The students--male and female--were deathly afraid of being seen by others when they literally entered the outer office with their pants down.
In general, Chris, despite believing in the utility of effective discipline, tried to allow them to recover their clothing as soon as they arrived. However, anyone whose arrogant attitude had not been cured by severe discipline given by Karen was likely to be made to remain embarrassingly exposed for some time.
More faculty members were referring misbehaving students to Karen's office. Its reputation among students as a place one did not want to frequent was growing. Karen and Chris now had almost more referrals than they could handle, although they did not yet have to postpone any punishment sessions. However, Karen asked Chris to discreetly see if she might find someone to add to their staff who would also bring disciplinary experience.
Karen also went to see Prof. Thompson and showed her the statistics of the rising number of referrals. She asked if Kathryn could lend her approval to Karen's request for another staff member.
Kathryn smiled at Karen and responded, "You two have been doing a great job, from everything I hear. Sure, I'll put this through for you. And one more thing, Karen. I'd like you to be a guest lecturer at my Women's Studies class: the students should get a firsthand account of your operation because I'm sure there's been much conversation among them arising from the reports they hear from classmates who have ben referred to your office."
Seeing that her visit to Kathryn had resulted in success, Karen thanked her profusely and promised to lecture at Kathryn's class whenever she wanted her to appear.
Chris had become friendly with Laura, a married woman and graduate of the University. In fact, Laura, who had become increasingly dominant in her marriage, and her husband Jack had visited Karen and Christine, and were then disciplined by Karen. (See my story: "Laura Rules the Roost Again".
An attractive third-year student, Martha Welton, had been sent for disciplining by a chemistry professor, Gail Fenton. According to the referral form, which was brought by the student but also transmitted electronically to Chris, Ms. Welton had arrived late for lectures several times and was abrupt and acted unconcerned when the professor questioned her to explain her behavior. When she snapped at Prof Fenton, the professor, who tended to be easy-going, surprised Martha by telling her she was being referred for discipline.
"Oh, Professor," Martha wailed, "my mother will have my head if she hears that I've been sent to be walloped. Please give me another chance. I'll be a good girl, promise."
Prof. Fenton, who was fortyish and had light brown hair in bangs, did not like to have to engage in referring students for punishment. She asked Martha why she didn't make a better effort to arrive on time for class.
"I have many important things to do, Professor," Martha said, almost rudely, "as president of my sorority."
Gail could hardly believe what she had heard. The idea of a student telling her that her sorority was more important than her classes was unimaginable to her, as she had been a dedicated science major in her university years, graduated magna cum laude, and had gone on to earn her doctorate.
"Ms. Welton," she said sternly, as she was entering the referral form in her computer, "your attitude is entirely unacceptable. I'm recommending that you be severely disciplined." She sent the form electronically to the Discipline Office and handed a copy to Martha who knew she needed to take it promptly to that office.
"I'm sorry, Professor," Martha tried one last time to get Prof. Fenton to reduce the recommendation. "Can't I do some extra credit work to make up for my behavior?"
"Absolutely not, Ms. Welton," Gail intoned. "We'll see if your attitude isn't improved after you return to class tomorrow and have been disciplined for your impertinence."
Martha knew she just needed now to take the form and suffer the consequences of her arrogance. Gail handed it to her, and Martha left the classroom. Outside the classroom, she looked at the form. Prof. Fenton had indeed recommended severe discipline. Martha knew that that could mean her getting the cane on her bare bottom. One of her sorority sisters had recently been sent to the Proctor for discipline and had told Martha that the Proctor was a young woman highly sure of herself and skilled in administering physical punishment.
Martha already was suffering from regret over not behaving better with her professor. She entered the office and handed the form to Christine. Chris gave it a once-over and said, "Hmmm, you're down for severe discipline. You must have really gotten your professor riled up."
Trying not to be her usual arrogant self, Martha said she was already deeply sorry for behaving badly with a professor she liked and respected.
"It's a little late for regrets, now, sweetie," Chris told her. She buzzed Karen, who was dressed in her usual correct outfit: a navy suit, crisp white blouse, sheer hose, burgundy pumps, and a gold stickpin in her lapel. Karen entered the front office from her office and asked Chris for this student's referral form. Chris immediately handed it to her.
"Hmmm," Karen observed, "you're down for severe discipline, Miss Welton. Follow me and we'll get you ready."
Martha was already fearful of what was going to happen from the moment she first saw Karen. She was impressed not just by Karen's outfit but by the sense of hauteur and self-possession she emanated.
When they were in Karen's office, she directed Martha to lift her skirt and tuck it into her belt. Then Karen walked behind her and with her thumbs placed in the waistband, expertly took Martha's sexy pink bikini panties down below her bottom.
"Oh, Miss, do you have to pull my panties down?" Martha wailed.
"You shouldn't waste my time with silly questions like that one," Karen snapped. "Your professor has requested severe discipline. Very few sent here get to keep their panties up. Certainly not those sent for severe discipline."
She then opened the door to the punishment chamber and ordered Martha to bend over the leather plinth. "I hope I will not need to restrain you unless you request that," Karen explained. "If you break position, however, you may expect your punishment to be augmented accordingly, in other words, extra strokes."
When she saw all the punishment instruments in the chamber, Martha was now desperately afraid of what she had gotten herself into. She also felt that she was possibly going to lose control of her bladder.
"Miss, may I use the toilet?" she pleaded. "I'm afraid I may lose control."
"For that privilege," Karen told her, "you will receive extra strokes. Do you still want to be allowed to pee?"
"Yes, Miss, I'll have to take the extras," Martha said, getting more upset.
"Very well," Karen responded. "You see the toilet over there," she then said, pointing to a small white toilet in the corner of the discipline chamber. "Go and use it as quickly as possible. Leave your panties down."
"You mean I have to go in front of you?" Martha complained.
"Yes, indeed, you are being punished, Missy," Karen declared. "Go do what you need to, or I will take away your privilege of toilet use."
Martha quickly walked over and sat on the toilet. She couldn't remember ever having to pee with someone watching her in the act, even another woman. Soon, they both heard the loud sound of her pee streaming into the toilet. Her face was red, and she was almost in tears from the shame of having to piss in front of this well-dressed, extremely strict woman.
"If you also need to make a doody, you'd better go ahead now," Karen added. She found herself glancing between Martha's legs at her prominent, dark hair-covered mons. She was finding herself wondering about what kind of sex life this student had going and concluded that Martha was probably getting plenty of female as well as male attention.
Martha's face reddened more. She wondered how Karen had guessed that she needed to defecate, too. "Yes, I do, thank you, Miss," Martha managed to say.
Karen went about selecting a cane and whip to use as she heard the characteristic plops as Martha excreted her doody into the toilet, wiped herself with the toilet paper located next to the toilet, flushed it, and stood.
"Just a moment," Karen said sharply. "Sit back down on the toilet and spread your legs."
Martha was now wondering what new torture this apparently incredibly sadistic woman was going to inflict on her now.
"I have to inspect to see if you wiped properly," Karen explained. "Move forward on the seat and hold your labia apart for inspection."
Martha started to protest at this horrid imposition but thought better of it when she saw that Karen had selected a cane for the next part of her punishment. She reached down and complied with the awful order to hold her pussy lips open.
Karen walked over, bent down, and peered into Martha's now-open pussy. She ran her finger down between her lips and looked at it. Martha's vulva was quite wet.
"Turn around on the seat and hold your bum cheeks open," Karen now ordered.
Martha complied and felt Karen's insinuating finger in her anal crack, running down to her anus. Then the finger pressed into her hole through her anal ring. Karen removed her finger and stared at it. There was a brown smudge on the side of her finger.
"You're dirty in your back hole," Karen announced. "You probably need a cleansing enema."
"Oh, please, Miss," Martha now pleaded. "Please don't give me an enema! Anything else!"
"Anything else, eh?" Karen asked questioningly. "Very well, then," she replied, "At the end of your caning, you will get some between your legs."
Martha blanched at the horrible sentence Karen had just imposed. But she had no choice; she had agreed in advance.
She stood and then returned to placing herself over the plinth.
Karen picked up her little whip. It was actually a fairly moderate implement. She could apply it and deliver a lot of strokes before the recipient's bottom grew red.
Once Martha was over the plinth, Karen picked up her whip, stood behind Martha, and began whipping her bottom all over with the whip. She delivered powerful strokes that made loud cracking sounds. After about twenty-five whip strokes, she put the whip down and picked up her thin cane.
She laid the cane on Martha's bottom, drew it back, and fired a stinger right down the middle of the pale white bottom cheeks. Martha screamed. Karen now gave her a second stroke below the first one and then a third below that one. Martha screamed each time and now with the fourth stroke, Karen aimed at the tender place between thigh and bottom and struck.
