Hi, my name is Candy, and this is a true story of what happened to me last year when I was a freshman at the college I attend.
I knocked timidly on the Professor's half-open door. He ordered me, "Come in," and I stepped nervously into his office.
"You wanted to see me Professor?" I asked him. The Professor was a tall man of about 49, well-built. His hair was still jet-black, just beginning to gray around his temples, and he dressed everyday in a dark-grey or black suit. He had a fearsome reputation for severity among the students at the university. His manner was always completely professional.
"Yes Candy. It's about your essay on Hamlet." He rummaged through the papers on his desk until he found my essay. "You state here that 'Hamlet's unwarranted aggression towards his mother suggests the working of an unresolved Oedipus complex.' Would you care to elaborate on that statement?"
"Well, that's what I think. It's just my opinion. . . ." I said. He continued to frown at me, so I added, "I could be wrong."
"Yes, well, that's not what I'm asking you. Perhaps you could explain your understanding of the 'Oedipus complex' in relationship to Shakespeare's play?" he continued to probe me unmercifully.
"Well sir, actually, that was information that I found on the internet, and I used it in my essay" I confessed.
"What you're saying, then, young lady, is that you plagiarized this essay" he said sternly.
There was no use in denying it, so I said simply "yes sir," with my head down ashamedly.
"You are aware of course of the penalties for plagiarism. I will have to report this to the Dean."
Our school had a strict "honor code" that all incoming freshman had to sign. The policy was that any cases of plagiarism would result in immediate expulsion. If I were expelled, I would have to return to my home in Georgia, and face all my friends and relatives in shame!
"Sir!" I exclaimed. "Please don't report me! I'll lose my scholarship, and I'll never be able to go to college again! My parents would never understand. I promise I won't ever do this again. Just don't report me to the Dean," I pleaded helplessly.
"Candy, you should have considered the possible consequences before you copied that essay from the internet. You must be punished, and the Dean is in charge of that. Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do." He dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
I was crying now with shame and fear, and I continued to plead with him. "Sir, please, isn't there some other way you could handle this? Isn't there some punishment you could give me instead of sending me to the Dean? I'll do anything sir. Anything!"
The Professor considered what I said gravely. He paused for a moment thinking, while I cried desperately. Finally he spoke. "You must be punished, Candy. There is no other way. However, if you are willing to accept the punishment I give you, then this need not go any further than this office."
"Oh, yes, sir. I'll accept any punishment you want. I'll do extra work or anything. Just don't report me to the Dean."
He looked at me severely, without saying anything, while I nervously waited to hear my punishment. "We take plagiarism very seriously at this school, as you well know. . . There is only one way that you can avoid a report to the Dean." He paused for emphasis. "Therefore, Candy, you must be spanked. Do you agree to this punishment?"
I was taken aback. I had never heard of a college student being spanked before! Was this some kind of weird New England college custom? I wondered if he was trying to take advantage of me sexually? Guys are always trying to get me into bed. I'm blond and petite with very large breasts. Even though I was a cheerleader in High School, somehow I never lost a thin layer of babyfat, which covered my well-rounded ass and breasts and my face, so that I still look kind of babyish, even though I'm 19. I looked at him carefully to see if he was eyeing my figure, but he looked completely serious and professional. He tapped his fingers on his desk impatiently as I considered what he had said. I didn't know what to say!
Finally he said, "Well, I will report you to the Dean then, Candy. You may go now."
"Wait sir!" I exclaimed. "I'll be spanked. You're right. I deserve to be punished, and I'll accept whatever punishment you want."
"Are you sure Candy?" he questioned me. "You must agree to this punishment."
"Yes, sir. Oh yes! Please, I'll do anything!" I pleaded.
"Very well," he pronounced. "Go lock the office door and pull down the shades. We must have privacy."
I anxiously obeyed him. In the half-darkened room, I stood nervously, awaiting his next command. He cleared off his desk, and ordered me to bend over. I obeyed, laying myself face down on his desk, mashing my breasts against the hard wooden surface, and exposing my pretty butt to his view. I was wearing a miniskirt, and some white bikini panties, which were stretched tightly over my ass in this humiliating posture. If I had known what was going to happen today, I would have worn jeans, but now my thin panties were clearly exposed to his view, and there was nothing I could do about it!
He pulled out a ruler from his desk, and then stood behind me, tapping the ruler against his palm.