Amanda's Awakening
Amanda walked around campus trying to get her bearings. She had moved her meager things into her dorm room. Her roommate had come and gone so she had made up the empty bed with her tattered quilt and set up her desk. Having nothing else to do she decided to familiarize herself with campus. There were people everywhere and Amanda tried not to look out of place. At, nineteen she was older than most incoming freshman, but her birthday was in September and her parents had held her back a year. She would be twenty before long. She was so caught up in her thoughts and looking at everything, she ran smack into a hard body.
"Oh! excuse me." Amanda stammered. A very good-looking man in a three-piece suit, grabbed her arms to keep her from falling and looked at her with a scowl.
"Yes. Well you are excused. This time. Please pay better attention to where you are going." the stranger said in a deep voice that resonated in her pussy. He let her go and walked on, but she watched him go with regret.
She sighed a deep sigh and set out to find the mess hall. Her room and board as well as her tuition had been paid for the first year, thanks to scholarships due to her excellent grades and her family's poverty. She was the first in her family to attend college and she intended to make them proud, even though her stepmother had spent the whole summer complaining that Amanda should be getting a job to help the family not running off to school.
She felt bad for her half brother and sister, but they were not her responsibility. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts and found the student dining room. She walked through the line, got her food, and sat at a table alone and had her dinner,
Meanwhile, Adam Spenser walked into his office and turned on the light. He couldn't get the beautiful co-ed out of his mind. She had collided with him so innocently. Taken by surprise, lost in his own dark thoughts as usual, he had done what? Scowled at her. Probably made the poor girl wet. He kicked himself for not getting her name. He certainly wouldn't mistake her if he saw her again. Long chestnut hair that barely caressed her sweet full ass. Sweet ample bosom that squished so delightfully between them when they collided, and the voice of an angel. Yes, he would definitely know, if he met her again.
He turned on his computer and pulled up the syllabus to his most challenging class: Philosophy: Recognizing Fallacies and Half Truths in Mainstream and Internet Sources. In his opinion, freshmen should not be taking that class, it was simply too difficult in content. But he had no say and in the class of Sophomores this term there was a lone freshman: Amanda Miller. At the University on a full scholarship. And he had been assigned her advisor. Just what he needed, a little entitled know it all. He would make sure she kept up with her coursework or suffer the consequences. He had no patience with prima donnas.
He checked the notations on the syllabus file and noted that it had been printed and copies were waiting in his inbox for his final class of the day. His TA was very efficient. He went to his email and sent appointments to his 10 students he was assigned to advise this semester. Saving Miss Miller for last. She was the only freshman he had been assigned. He decided to set her appointment for Monday after class. His class was her last one of the day. According to her schedule, so there would be no rush as he set her in her place. He clicked send, turned off the computer, locked his office, and walked home.
Amanda walked back to her dorm room after dinner, lost in thought. She wondered who that man was she had run into. He wasn't a student. She hoped he was a teacher and that she had him for one of her classes. She wasn't exactly an innocent girl. She had messed around behind the bleachers with Tommy Jones in her senior year. But when she refused to go to third base with him, he had pushed her on the ground and said some very mean things.
She knew she wasn't pretty and that she didn't have the kind of body that boys wanted. Even her stepmother had called her an ugly duckling and laughed at her when she requested a prom dress. "Who would go with you? We aren't wasting money on a dress that will look terrible on you and will only be worn for an hour." So, Amanda had stayed home. When Tommy approached her, she was elated. He was on the football team, one of the popular boys. If he wanted her surely, her stepmother was wrong.
But his nasty words echoed in her heart. "You stupid cunt! I am not losing a $100 bet just because you won't put out. Who do you think you are? I wouldn't touch your skanky ass anyway, but I'll tell you what. I'll tell the football team and the cheerleaders that you put out. Maybe one of them will take pity on you." Tears welled up and she blinked away the memory. She might not be beautiful, but she was smart. She wouldn't fall for any stupid boy again. She would guard her heart.
As for the handsome man she had run into, she would put him out of her mind. The chances of ever seeing him again were slim to none. She opened the door to her dorm room. Her roommate wasn't back yet. She went to her desk and opened the laptop she had won with one of her scholarships. She checked her email and there was one from a university address:
Dear Miss Miller.
I have been assigned to be your faculty advisor this semester. Please meet me after your Philosophy class this Monday. I am your instructor for that class. Set aside one hour for our meeting. I am a very strict advisor and will not tolerate nonsense. I will set forth some guidelines to assure your success at University.
Regards,
Adam Spenser
Great— Amanda thought. Just what I need, a strict advisor. "Sigh".
The door opened and a bubbly girl came rushing in. She was in a cheerleading uniform and inwardly Amanda groaned. This was going to be a long semester. "Oh, hi! My name is Jenny! Looks like we are roomies. I hope you don't mind but I won't be around much and when I am, you will have to go to the library or something."
"I'm Amanda, and why would I go to the library?"
"Because Justin and I don't like an audience if you know what I mean." She wagged her eyebrows and Amanda turned a bright red.
"Of course." Amanda stammered and turned back to her computer. It was going to be a long semester indeed.
The next morning, Amanda got up bright and early, walked down to the communal shower and got ready for her day. She dressed in her best jeans and t-shirt, tied her tennis shoes, put her laptop and books into her backpack and went off to breakfast. Jenny was still sleeping when she left, and Amanda couldn't help but be happy about that.
She found her classes easily until it came to the last one of the day— Philosophy. She got turned around, and by the time she found the right building, she was late. "Great, just what I need." Amanda mumbled under her breath as she entered the classroom and took a seat in the back. She took out her notebook and started taking notes, she missed the handing out of the syllabus so she would have to get one after class.
The class passed by quickly and despite the notes she had taken, she was lost. Never did she have such difficulty grasping the subject matter of a class. "Class Dismissed! Remember your first homework assignment is due on Wednesday. Please answer in complete sentences and edit your work for spelling."
Amanda put her things away and waited for the room to empty before she made her way to the front of the class.
"Mr. Spenser, I am Amanda Miller," she said.
"Not a good beginning Miss Miller. You were late. That shows a disregard for my time and a total disrespect for me and the other members of the class that were on time."
It was HIM, the man she had run into. Of all the luck and now he was cross with her.
"I apologize, I got lost. It won't happen again." She couldn't meet his eyes; his scowl was so deep.
Damn! It was her. The girl he had dreamed about last night was the entitled prima donna he was to be advisor to.
"Follow me to my office," he said shortly and turned to walk out the door.
Amanda followed quickly not wishing to draw his ire anymore. After some twists and turns Mr. Spenser stopped at a door and took out a key. He walked in, set his briefcase on the desk and motioned impatiently for her to follow.
"Close the door, Miss Miller. I am sure you were not born in a barn." His tone was condescending, and Amanda was on the verge of tears. This is not how she wanted her first meeting with him to go. She closed the door and looked at her feet.
"I am not sure what to do with you. You obviously have no regard for my time."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a wicked looking paddle with several holes drilled in it and a thick leather strap about six inches long. He looked up at her to find her gaze fixed on her shoes.
"Look at me. I expect eye contact. I expect you to be on time for class and for our meetings. I expect you to follow my rules. If you want to be successful at University, this is essential. I use corporal punishment to enforce my rules. If that is not acceptable you can walk out now, receive a 0 in my class for the day and go back to Mommy and Daddy. I'll not tolerate entitled little brats in my class!"
"Please sir, I can't get a 0. I can't go home. I'll do anything to stay. I want to succeed." Amanda said meekly.
"Take down your jeans and your underwear, bend over the desk and grab the edge."
She hesitated for just a minute, mortified at what she was about to do. She lowered herself down over the desk and Mr. Spenser came around to stand in front of her.
"Open your mouth and bite down on this." He put the leather strap in her mouth, and she bit down on it.
He moved behind her and swung the paddle, connecting with the fleshy globe of her ass. She jumped and grunted around the strap.
"Stay put!" he barked and raised the paddle again, this time landing even harder on the other cheek. He continued to pepper her ass, sit spots and thighs, with hard strikes from the paddle until she began to sob, tears running down her face.
Adam Spenser couldn't help but notice the moisture glistening on her pussy lips. She might not realize it, but her body was enjoying her punishment. He stopped the paddling and ran a hand across her tender ass. She hissed at the contact but soon relaxed.
"Alright. You may stand and pull up your pants."
