(The following continues the unexpurgated diary of American professor David Rogers. Of course, names have been changed, although certain individuals will recognize themselves.
If you are a young lady at least one day past her eighteenth birthday and are intrigued by our unique educational methods, please contact the editor and he will put you in touch with the professor or with me.
Yours--
Dean Williams)
Maggie had her tongue in my mouth and her hand deep inside my trousers, grabbing onto my penis through my briefs. I at first responded in kind, as any man would: a beautiful red-haired and quite naked eighteen-year old girl, leashed and collared, was letting me know how much she wanted me.
Then, the teacher in me took over. My right hand, which was instinctively grasping her left buttock, pulled back. I cupped my hand slightly and then I gave her as strong a smack on that naked cheek as I could.
"Oh oh OWW!" she cried out and jumped away from me, rubbing her ass.
"Get down on your heels," I told her calmly.
"I... I" she was gasping.
"If you don't get your sweet arse down on your heels right now, with those pretty legs wide open, there will be even worse consequences," I stated evenly.
She plopped herself down so quickly she nearly fell over. Her knees were wide but not nearly wide enough for a girl being disciplined. I squatted down and roughly pulled her wider until she winced and her gaping pussy was on lewd display.
"Does that hurt? Good. It's supposed to hurt," I told her.
I stood up. Maggie was still gasping, and then she scrunched up her face as she did when she came for me, just fifteen minutes ago. This time she started sobbing.
I waited for a while then I crouched down next to her. I put my hand on her bare shoulder until she looked at me. "I am truly sorry to have to treat you this way-- I really am! You are a good girl, but even good girls need to be reminded of proper discipline."
She was breathing more calmly now. I found some tissues in my pocket and I dried her pretty eyes.
"May-- may I speak, sir?" she whispered
I was so glad she was finally remembering her discipline.
"You always have permission to speak to me," I informed her. "You are my sweet, special girl. I choose you out of all the others to be my naked pet. As long as you are respectful, you may always speak to me."
"I-- I-- am so sorry. There is... no excuse. I've-- I'm-- I am a bad girl, which is why I'm here. I am... uncontrollable sometimes. I-- I-- I need your discipline."
This was a terrific first step-- for a girl to admit that she needed discipline. I had to make sure to follow through though-- this could have been merely a learned response to generate sympathy.
I asked her if there was a bench overlooking the famous pond that were headed toward. She answered in the affirmative.
"Good!" I said. "You may stand up now. I am going to take you over my lap on that bench and give you a sound sexual spanking. After every few slaps on your bare bum, I will shove my fingers very roughly into your tight little cunnie. Eventually, you will be trained to respond with sexual arousal to being spanked."
Maggie had her head down. "Yes sir," she said quietly. "I welcome your discipline sir."
Again, she was of course being a good girl now but it remained to be seen how she would respond to true corporal punishment.
I had her lead the way once again but this time I literally kept a tight leash on her. I had to find out about what in her past had her convinced that she was a "bad girl:" there are no bad girls-- just untrained girls.
At last the path opened up to a bucolic scene with a pond that was the size of a small lake with stepping stones all around it. There was such a deep forested area just on the other side of the pond that I was surprised.
Maggie stood and looked towards the forest. "That is where we would have gone sir, and you would have properly fucked me. But now..."
Then she scrunched up her face again and began to sob. She was trying to be quiet, which showed some self-control. I let her cry herself out. I made no move to hug her or hold her. Not yet.
I put my hand on the small of her back and rubbed her once she had calmed herself. "Why do you think you're such a bad girl, pretty Mags?"
She stopped crying and turned to me in shock. "My father... he... he calls me Mags! He... caught me almost naked... playing with me self. I..."
She paused to catch her breath.
"He looked at me for a long time. I was on me bed-- with my legs open. I thought the door was locked! Then he shook his head and he left."
I was silent for a while, processing this. "Is that why they sent you here, because they caught you masturbating?!"
Maggie pressed her lips together. "It wasn't the first time. Ever since I was young, I was doin' it. But that last time that was it. He saw a true near-grown woman in there with her pants down and fingerin' her open cunnie. That was it for him."
I considered all this. Thornbush Academy was not supposed to be a place where wayward girls were sent to be disciplined. It was admittedly a place where sexually attractive young ladies learned all we had to teach them about the joys and wonders of sex.
Young ladies who came here were admittedly not ever going to become scientists or mathematicians. No; but when they left here they would be far beyond other nineteen-year-olds, fumbling around with boys their own age in the back seats of cars. Girls who left here tended to attract certain refined, wealthy, older gentlemen, who genuinely appreciated being greatly entertained by beautiful young women in their beds. And, they would often make such special young women their wives.
I would have to learn the full story from Miss Maggie and then go to the Dean. Of course that would be after I had sweetly fucked this naked prize of a girl, and spent the rest of the school day playing with that curvy nude body.
I noticed the bench just a few feet away. I pulled Miss Maggie along. I sat on the bench and made her stand in front of me. I had her turn several times as I felt her legs, her hips and her thighs.
"You are a very firm, nicely shaped, nicely muscled young girl. Very very good. I will now have you lie down over me, that sweet arse of yours up and over my lap."
To her credit, Miss Maggie did as she was told without hesitation. She kept adjusting her lower body in order to properly place said arse, which had a pleasing effect on my groin. She was looking back at me with her head resting on the bench, waiting.
"Good girl!" I gave her a playful slap on her lower-most cheeks to start off. "Now, I am going to truly spank you-- three times quite hard directly over your lower crack-- then I will give you a pleasant little massage on these naughty bits that are poking out at me. This way, you will begin to associate some temporary pain with the promise of lasting pleasure."
"Yes professor. Please discipline me. Please please because I do deserve it." Maggie's voice was muffled as she turned her head nearly face down on the bench.
I began.
Slap, slap, slap! Her plump round bottom arched up and then down as she "ahh... ahhh... ahhhhed!" in response. I immediately pushed my hand between her strong though soft thighs and she seemed to hungrily open herself up to me. Accepting three slaps meant to me that she deserved three deep strokes on her warm wet vulva. I pushed down firmly into her vaginal opening with my fingers as I began to withdraw my hand and I felt her young body respond by trying to draw me deeper inside.
Not yet, my sweet girl.
One two three more slaps-- a little harder this time, but followed by a much longer and deeper visitation of my fingers inside her tight cunnie. Maggie was trying to keep from squirming but that was fine with me. I liked squirming naked girls on my lap-- it made me glad to know that she was starting to appreciate the pleasure following the pain, as well as having a very pleasant effect on me.
I was gearing up for some even harder slaps--
"Oh my goodness! Oh my... what have we here?!" It was a very refined female voice coming up behind me.
It was of course the lovely Janice Griswold-- Miss or Mrs I wasn't sure-- still the delightfully somewhat older British blonde in a tight skirt and an even tighter blouse who always walked into the scene in a sex comedy such as this.
"Professor Rogers!" she exclaimed. "I have just left the Dean and he was so excited about your classroom presentation-- but I wasn't aware you were taking certain... visual aides... out of the classroom with you!"
Janice sat next to me, first lifting up Maggie's feet off the bench, and then depositing them back on her lap. Janice squeezed in next to me until our thighs were touching.
"I do hope I'm not interrupting..." Janice said. I noticed her eyes taking in Maggie's reddened asscheeks as well as her swollen labia. I watched as her eyes flicked up to Maggie's collar, and the casual way I had looped her leash around an arm of the bench-- as if I was taking a dog for a walk.
"Well no. Actually, your arrival presumably adds to Miss Maggie's sense of humiliation. She is being punished for neglecting to be submissive."
