Note- Having heard of Kate's wilder teenage years I did some digging and discovered that she DID indeed have some righteous times in Uni. Thanks to my vivid imagination I will attempt to elaborate.
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February, 2020.
Another week, another school visit. Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge, had to carefully stifle a yawn as she stole a glance at her watch. She quickly snapped out of her ennui and put her interested face back on again for the public. God! I must not become like Meghan Markle, she thought. Heaven forbid I wind up like her.
So, it was something of a pleasant surprise when she was unexpectedly reunited with two dear old friends, Kevin and his wife Denise, her teachers from her prep school days.
"Oh, it's been so long, how are you both?"
Kate spent some time with the retired teachers and reminisced about old times in her teenage years. After a light lunch the Duchess grew misty eyed and a wicked smile brightened her face as she recalled those crazy days at the University of St. Andrews in Fife.
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Although she was now a Royal treasure Kate had started her final educational years as a nineteen year old in 2001. Enrolled at St. Andrews she would eventually graduate with honours in Art History and meet her future husband, Prince William.
Apart from her studies Kate had a sporty side and had also tried to get into the University's hockey team, something she had achieved in her boarding school years. During her freshman year the attractive brunette lived in St. Salvator's Hall, which by a coincidence was where the Prince also roomed. Within a short space of time she had been named the prettiest girl in the dorm and she welcomed the attention of male and female alike.
At this time however Kate was dating fellow student Rupert, and William another. Their paths would not cross until a year later, by which time the horny minx had sowed her wild oats. William did not know it then but the horny brunette would be bringing a LOT of experience to the Royal bed. Classy, she was undoubtedly, with just the right amount of dirty!
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Scotland, 2001.
Professor Tristan Newman yelled come in and the door to his office opened to allow an attractive brunette with long wavy hair, superb legs, slim waist and splendid behind to enter. She was still dressed in her hockey outfit as she had just arrived from after school training.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?"
He loved it when she wore the Uni uniform of navy three quarter sleeve jersey and navy shorts. The short skirt in particular had been deliberately shortened by her own fair hand to show off her sensational thighs and pretty knees.
"Afternoon, Middlebum. Stay standing."
The nineteen year old had a mischievous grin on her face and a warm glow in her eyes as she crossed her hands behind her back and bowed her head. She knew that she was in trouble, again, and that the notoriously impatient head of art education would be decidedly cross with her.
"Yes, Sir."
"Been a naughty girl again have we, Middlebum?"
The middle aged fellow referred to her notorious nickname from her boarding school times when she loved to flash her backside to the boys from an upstairs window, egged on by her girlfriends.
"Well?"
Newman had the distinguished grey look going on, prematurely perhaps at the age of forty three. As per usual he had an immaculate suit and tie and neatly groomed hair.
Since getting to know the not too shabby Professor she had recognised distinct leanings toward the masochistic, in particular, being spanked. Nothing too drastic, just a beating on the ass made her heart beat fast and gave her loins an exciting arousal.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." Kate sucked in a deep breath.
"I hear you've been flashing at the hockey field again. Have you no shame, girl?"
"No, Sir. I mean, yes of course, Sir."
The man stood up and walked to the front of his desk and came up alongside the tall brunette until they were practically touching.
"I'm sorely disappointed in you, young miss."
"Truth is, Professor. I don't give a fuck!"
Kate lifted her chin proudly and was ready to accept the consequences. "Well! Fancy that. You deserve to be punished. I'm afraid it's a spanking followed by six of the best."
"Oh, Professor! Will that be, knickers down?"
"Naturally."
Kate's heart raced and her loins throbbed in her tight knickers. Newman returned to his chair and patted his lap several times.
"You won't be able to take a caning cold, so come here and bend over my knees."
Kate did as she was told and flopped across his thighs so that her head and arms dangled forward and her legs behind her. With her rump perched high up in the air Newman slowly lifted the back of her skirt and peeled her panties down over her pert bottom until they hung down by her track shoes. With her buttocks exposed and vulnerable Kate hissed between her gritted teeth as he smoothed the soft flesh of her upper thighs. This is what he loved best. A beautiful young student lying compliantly across his stiffening manhood. He caressed her legs in a long wave of spiral motions, making sure to just avoid her most sensitive spot by tantalising inches.
"We shall begin."
WHACK!
The initial blow took Kate's breath away but before she could react further Newman opened the palm of his right hand and smacked her hard. Hard and relentless, from left cheek to right and back again. He expertly moved around and around, never concentrating on one area so that the whimpering woman had no idea what was to come next.
"Are you enjoying this?"
Kate moved her head up as the teacher rubbed her dripping slit and gently probed her outer labia. Her backside stung like hell and Newman observed the emerging redness that spread out over both delectable globes.
"You're quite wet, you little trollop!"
"You did that, Sir."
"What!"
SPANK!
More stinging blows came down in a rapid, overlapping onslaught. So rapid that Kate lost count of the number of blows.
"Enough, you may stand up."
Kate sighed and got up a tad wobbly and wiggled her rosy bottom. Newman caught himself staring directly at her toned thighs and her bared nether regions as her skirt remained rucked up about her waist. He was transfixed by her appealing trim thatch between her fantastic legs, now moist and shiny with her arousal.
"Please go the desk and bend across the top. Grip the far side with both hands and raise your bottom up as high as you can. Quickly! We don't have all day."
"No, Sir."
Kate stretched out so that her legs were spaced apart by about four inches. Professor Newman was close enough to see her warmed up nates and he smiled with some satisfaction. He observed her vulva in the inviting division of her legs and the groove of her slit was displayed from within.
"It was six, wasn't it?"
Yes, it...AGG!"
Kate flinched from the unexpected first whip of the rattan cane across both of her buttocks. The swish of the cane was actually more vivid than the strike on her soft flesh, and she gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles were white.
"Good. Keep that ass up."
Kate murmured something under her breath as two more spanks took the air from her lungs. Her lower body writhed and the aroused young brunette thrust herself forward into the desk as a trickle of perspiration ran down the crevice of her cheeks.
"Oh, my!"
"This is for the lewd and public demonstration of your naked posterior."
SPANK!
"This is for your insubordination."
"SWISH!"
Kate's bum was aflame and showed distinct red stripes from left to right. She clamped her thighs together and felt a definite moistness leaking from her tingling cunt.
"And this for using course language in front of a school master."
RAP!
"How amusing! Kate Middle 'red' bum! You may go."
Newman panted and laid the cane down on the desk as a quivering Kate stood tall and gripped her raw buttocks. She lowered her skirt and hunted around for her knickers. When she looked up the man had them in his hands and was blatantly sniffing them with deep inhalations.
