This story does involve bodily functions, so if that is a problem for you, read no further.
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Prof. Kate Sullivan had now been teaching her Women Studies 201 course for two weeks and was ready to take the course, which was entirely populated by women—juniors in college, so they were all at least 18—a step further.
The lithe blonde had spent the first classes exploring many aspects of the quintessentially feminine bodily function: menstruation. She had girls who were having their periods volunteer to sit in the five chairs at the front reserved for Menstruators and they answered the professor's questions about the intimate details of their periods and their sexual behavior during their menstrual periods.
"Today's class will focus on something we don't always associate with women—discipline," she began. "Women, however, need to know how to administer discipline, to their children when they have them, of course, but also to others, whether they be boyfriends, husbands, or...others."
"Discipline is most effective when it involves embarrassment," she went on. "In former days, women teachers gained great experience in punishing disobedient children in their classes prior to the abolition of corporal punishment."
Prof. Sullivan had dressed unusually conservatively. She wore a plain severe white blouse, a dark black skirt that looked like something close to leather, seamed smoky hose, and shiny black heels. The very picture of the image of a strict teacher, she sat down in a straight desk chair behind a desk at the front that was clearly one designed for use by a teacher. There were two other chairs, one on either side of the desk.
Prof. Sullivan pointed to the two chairs. "When I was in school, one of my teachers used these chairs to establish an atmosphere of good behavior," she began. "You will ask, no doubt, what do I mean?"
She looked at two girls who had been whispering to one another. "you two," she pointed to them, "you two who were whispering, come up here now." Her voice had suddenly become stern, as if she were the reincarnation of her strict teacher from many years ago.
The two sophomores she had called up, Lynn Owens and Marsha Jaspers, were quite surprised by being treated as if they were in grade school but this was merely the start of their embarrassment.
"I want each of you to get up on your knees on those two chairs on either side of my desk," she ordered. Then when the girls had done that, with their bottoms sticking out in the position they were in with their rears facing the class and their heads and shoulders above the back of the chair facing the front wall with a whiteboard, Prof. Sullivan walked around the desk and pulled up each girl's skirts, disclosing two colorful panty-covered bottoms.
"This is how an effective disciplinarian in the classroom, where permitted of course, prepares a naughty pupil for correction," she explained. "Normally the teacher will lift the skirt so that the student is positioned there with her panties on display. The pupil does not know for how long she will be kept in this exposed position but she is also worried about whether or when the instructor may decide to pull the panties down."
"I would likely have Lynn and Marsha remain in this posture for a while, so they can get used to having their panties visible to the class," she went on. "As this is an all-girls class, it is not half so embarrassing as it might be were there males in the class. But if I were teaching a male or mixed class, the boys would have their trousers down and their undershorts on view," she added.
"But now we will proceed, since this is a lesson, not a full-fledged punishment, although Lynn and Marsha were whispering during class, which in the old days was definitely an offense meriting corporal punishment," Prof. Sullivan emphasized with a chuckle.
She then stood behind each of the girls and they felt her thumbs in the waistbands of their panties as she tugged them down below their bottoms, but since their legs were spread for balance on the chair, this exposed their charms between their legs.
"Now you see the ultimate in embarrassment for these girls," she said, "when the teacher lowers their panties and the class sees what is between their legs. This is a lesson so who feels that they are now totally exposed?"
Most of the class raised their hands. "Tell me what you see between their legs," the professor asked.
She called on a tall red-haired girl named Erin Keane, who answered rather bluntly, "Professor, we can see their cunts from this vantage point."
"Excellent answer, Erin," Prof. Sullivan smiled, "as you remembered that I specifically permitted the use of that word in this class since it is the most descriptive term for the female genitalia as a whole."
"So we can all see that embarrassment has characterized my use of this positioning technique," she continued. "Now we will deal with the punishment phase."
"If you want to impose a punishment while keeping the recipient in the position she is already in," Prof. Sullivan advised, "the appropriate implements are the strap, the paddle, the tappet (or crop), and, of course, the cane."
She picked a small thin bendy cane from her desk and stood behind Lynn. Then she drew the cane back and as the class held its breath, she flicked the cane lightly with her wrist in two quick motions, imparting two strokes on Lynn's pale bottom cheeks. Lynn screamed out.
"As you all can likely tell," Prof. Sullivan suggested, "even light flicks produce stinging cane strokes. There will soon be two red tramlines on Lynn's bottom. This is a very useful form of discipline because it is easy and quick. It produces pain but in a short burst and gets the point across to a naughty girl or boy."
Now she walked across to stand behind Marsha. The lithe blonde professor now picked up the black tappet, which was a small rectangular rubber pad at the end of a longish handle. She drew it back and snapped it twice on Marsha's bare bottom. Marsha also let out a loud groan but it obviously was not as painful as the cane had been for Lynn.
"The tappet is good when you wish to apply only a moderate impact," Prof. Sullivan lectured. She then took the tappet and lined it up behind Marsha's crack and snapped it lightly right under her anal opening in the center so that it touched the bottom-most end of the girl's spread vulva, which all could see resembled the colloquial cheeseburger between her spread legs.