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It was the chance of a lifetime. Alice had been selected to study with a man who was, without a doubt, the acknowledged master in his field. Just putting his name on her resume would guarantee numerous job offers and she could have her pick of choice locations. Her future was assured. In some ways it would be like starting again from scratch and she would have as much to unlearn as to she had to garner from his tutelage. In spite of her spanking new Ph.D. from a prestigious university she would be little more than an apprentice. She knew she was in for many hours, weeks, and months of hard work but she would emerge as a new and shining star in her profession. In the first few weeks her prediction of the amount of labor involved proved short of the mark but she couldn't have been happier. Each night she found the satisfied sleep of an exhausted person satisfied with her lot and eager to begin the next day.
The off hours were equally as pleasing. The terms of her agreement to study with him called for her to live on his estate. His lands extended many miles in every direction and were full of glorious fields and breathtaking forests. The house was a wonder unto itself. More rooms than she could keep track of and furnished in the best of taste. Her bedroom suite was twice the size of the apartment she shared with three other girls in college and now she even had maids to clean it.
The meals were all wonderful and it was more of a special treat than an obligation when she was told that in this house people did not come to dinner in casual attire. Her wardrobe of acceptable apparel was woefully lacking until he had the chauffeur drive her to a large department store and buy as many dresses as she wished and charge them to his account. She especially liked it when he had guests and she could wear beautiful formal gowns. She felt like a princess. During her daytime activities she still wore less respectable outfits and couldn't help smiling at her mentor in jeans and funny T-shirts after seeing him in a tuxedo the night before.
At first she was a little concerned about the living arrangements since he was not married and it seemed a little improper for her to sleep under the same roof but during the first two months he was the perfect gentleman and her fears all but disappeared. In fact, she found the opposite happening. In addition to learning her craft she was introduced to the joys of fine living and dancing. Not the `stand and gyrate' sort of her college days but the `let me take you in my arms and lead you around the floor to the world's most beautiful music' kind. She soon became accomplished at the art of ballroom dancing and spent many happy hours in this pursuit. Sometimes with guests but more often with her host. They moved together effortlessly and she found herself melting under his control. Many a night she wished they were alone and imagined what it would be like if he were to twirl her around the room, up the stairs and end up in his bed.
Dancing wasn't the only cause for her romantic fantasies. Although awed by his knowledge and understanding of her field she was equally enthralled by his conversation at night in the library where they would relax in front of the fireplace. They would share ideas and their roles as teacher and student were put aside. Hours would go by as they argued and debated points with equal respect towards each other and she found herself more and more attracted to this man.
Unfortunately, this feeling seemed to be one-sided. She tried acting coy and even blatantly flirtatious but to no avail. She resigned herself to nighttime fantasies and the light of day would bring her back to being his student and nothing more. This lasted until one night about two and a half months into her stay.
She went to the library alone after dinner. This was not unusual as he often had other business to attend to and she would have a quiet evening reading. She was a bit surprised when Jason, the butler, announced that his employer would like her to join him. When she asked where she should go she was brusquely told to follow as he turned and left the room. She had to scramble a bit till she caught up with him and something in his demeanor told her to not ask any more questions so she silently walked next to him as they traversed a maze of hallways and stopped before a room she never saw before. Jason pushed a button and walked away.
After a few seconds the door was opened and she entered. She looked around the room and was amazed by the austerity of its furnishings. The only thing she could see was a single chair in the center. The walls were covered in a soft fabric which seemed to muffle all sound. She wondered why he had such a room and why he chose to meet her there. She turned to her teacher and friend with a look of confusion. He smiled and said, "All will be made clear to you in time. For now let me ask you to follow a simple rule. Whenever you are invited here you must not ask anything. In fact, you are not to speak at all unless it is to answer a specific question. Do you understand?"
Following this strange dictum she held onto the thousand questions in her mind and only answered, "Yes."
He responded, "Good. Remove your shoes."
Still confused but obedient, she did as he commanded. He gently took her hand and led her to the chair where he sat down. He did not release her hand as he said, "I want you to understand that this has nothing to do with your performance in your studies or anything about your behavior. It is just something I want to do." He pulled her forward and guided her to lie across his lap. For only the briefest of moments did she try to deny to herself that she was being positioned for a spanking. A placement she was familiar with but had not been in for many years.
The old feelings of dread and (oddly enough) remorse for unknown sins she felt at those times returned. Her parents taught her to accept her punishments without trying to squirm out of the way or pleading for them to stop. When she was to be spanked she was to be spanked as long and hard as they felt necessary and that was that. Her opinions on the matter were never considered and any objection on her part was determined to be impertinence and cause for extra punishment. So it seemed now. She wasn't sure why she was going to get spanked other than his cryptic comment that it was something he wanted to do but she convinced herself that, whatever the reason, it was going to happen and just like the old days, there was no need for any discussion. Her function in this tableau had been established and she accepted his right to treat her like a naughty child.
Her position was adjusted slightly till her head was down and bottom raised in perfect readiness for the inevitable. He lifted the back of her dress and slip up and over her waist before peeling her pantyhose down to mid thigh. She even helped by raising her bottom a bit as she silently prayed for him to leave her panties on. This was her standard ritual when her parent's prepared her for firm application of their hands to her bottom. Her prayers had never been answered to her satisfaction in the past and her bottom was invariably bared before the first swat landed but it was always worth a try. To her surprise and small relief, this time things worked out a little differently as he thanked her for her cooperation and let her settle back down with her bottom unexposed. She said a silent "thank you" to whichever god caused him to save this small part of her modesty.
Which is not to say what happened next didn't hurt. He slammed his hand down sharply and often. The thin cotton may have kept him from seeing her secret charms but offered little protection from his assault and it didn't take long till she was in tears. However, it must be said, while she quite loudly expressed how much discomfort each swat caused, she was true to her parent's training and never tried to avoid the next swat. Nor did she speak a word that could be construed as infringing on his authority inasmuch as it pertained to the length and severity of her punishment
When he finished he allowed her to cry quietly. After she calmed down he said, "I'm very proud of you. You have taken the first part very well. There is a package under the chair. Open it and take out what you find."
She had noticed the box when she first went over his lap but her thoughts of past and present spankings overrode her curiosity about it. And while he was applying his hand to her posterior the contents of the mysterious box were the last thing on her mind. Now her brain was reeling from his comment about what she had already gone through being only the first part. Never the less, she tentatively reached for the box. He held her tight on his lap so she had both hands available to finish her task. She removed a small paddle. She trembled as she remembered the one time her father had used a Ping-Pong paddle on her adolescent bottom and how it hurt much more than just his hand. This thing was similar but a little longer and thinner. In spite of these minor differences she was sure it would be just as effective at making her bottom feel like it was on fire. She asked herself, "Does he really intend to use it on me?" She already knew the answer and her innate submissiveness gave her no option but to accept the fact that her punishment (or whatever it was since she had done nothing to deserve it) was not over.
He told her to hold it for a moment while he pulled her pantyhose off completely. He said, "I don't like these things. Tomorrow you will go to the store and buy stockings and garters. While you're at it, get some nicer underwear. I don't know what your bra is like but these panties are for little girls. Get yourself something frilly and feminine. There is something about a woman wearing sexy underwear under normal clothes that makes her act differently. It is very attractive. But enough talk. These things have to go."
The answer to her earlier prayers had turned out to be only a temporary reprieve. In resignation, she raised her bottom a second time to facilitate his action and he didn't stop pulling them down until they were completely off and in a heap on the floor next to the crumpled pantyhose. He put his hand by her shoulder where she could see it and she knew he was waiting for her to give him the paddle. She could not bear to look at it so closed her eyes as she transferred possession of the frightening object to him.
As she repositioned herself in readiness for the first of what she believed to be a long series of swats he said, "This is going to hurt and you may wish to scream. Feel free to do so. This room is soundproof and no one will hear you except me. However, I think it only fair to warn you that I judge the effectiveness of the paddle by what I see and not what I hear. Your bottom is quite lovely and the spanking I just gave you has infused it with some badly needed color but it's a long way from where it should be. Are you ready?"
What kind of question was that? She was over his lap with her bare rear end sticking up and waiting for more punishment so physically she could consider herself amply prepared but how about her mental state? What would he do if she said `No'? Would he let her up so she could leave? She didn't think there was much chance of that and a negative answer would, at most, give her more time to dwell on what was to come. She had, until that moment, forgotten that her parents used to ask her the same thing before her spankings. As much as she hated being punished, waiting was worse and she would answer them. Actually, it was really a thinly disguised ploy to get her to admit her guilt and ask for the spanking that she was going to get anyway. Is that what he wanted today? She had just voluntarily given him an instrument that would raise her level of pain to new heights. Was that not enough to show her submission to him? Was that enough for her? No, she needed to hear herself say those words. He had said she was not being punished for any specific crime so there was nothing to confess but she could make the request she thought he wanted to hear. "Yes, I'm ready. Please spank me with the paddle."
Actually, all he wanted was to give her a chance to collect herself. He did not expect her to ask for it and was mildly surprised although overjoyed at finding a willing subject for his special desire. He did not keep her in suspense but immediately brought the paddle down on her bottom smartly. It was no satisfaction to her that her mental prophecy of how much it would hurt was very accurate. And as she correctly believed, it was the only the first of many, many swats. Each one harder than the last. It was painful beyond imagining and she had little concern about how soundproof the room was as she let his ears hear all the sounds of distress a girl can make while undergoing such a severe punishment. However, it must be said that while the young lady bounced and kicked all over his lap it was only in what might be considered a body's normal response to painful stimuli and not in an attempt to avoid further contacts. She kept his target available almost all the time and he only had to reposition her twice.
As before, he permitted her to cry in place when he finished but this time with his hand on her bottom. At first she jumped since this gentle contact was almost as painful as the previous ones but she soon gave in to his soothing touch. He congratulated her on her demeanor during the ordeal and in spite of her pain and humiliation she mumbled her thanks for his compliment. It took a moment for her to realize that his hand had moved from the sore areas to the inside of her thighs. She was not even aware of how her legs parted to give him better access until his fingers brushed against her sex. She became lost in the enduring pain and now growing pleasure of his intimate touch. She moaned as he parted her vaginal lips and slid one of the exploring digits into her. She wanted him to continue but was humiliated to be manipulated in such a fashion while still across his lap.
However, as much as she hated to admit it even to herself, she knew it was more than just his fingers causing her response. They were helping it along but she realized she was very aroused even before they entered the picture. Even worse was knowing that he was also aware of how it was the spankings themselves which brought her to a fever pitch and now the stroking and probing fingers were finishing the job. Although not a virgin, the clumsy efforts of her more youthful lovers never got her this far. She humped and bucked against the delightful intrusion and after a few more minutes, experienced her first real orgasm.
Her whole body shuddered and she knew she wanted more than his fingers in her and for the first time tried to struggle to her feet. He held her down and forced her to remain in this humiliating and childish position while he moved his hand back to soothing the reddened skin.
When her breathing returned to normal he helped her to her feet. Her dress and slip fell back into place and he held her as she hugged him tight. She felt his lips kissing her cheek and she murmured, "Take me to bed with you." He shook his head, "No, that would be a bad idea. If I took you to bed we would make love and that would affect our relationship during the working hours. Within these walls, however, we will have a different association with each other. If you wish to change your request to say you would like to have sexual intercourse with me as long as we're here that can be arranged."
She coyly answered, "I can make the request a bit more earthy if you'd like."
He shook his head again. "No thank you. I detest obscenity but I take it you would like to take me up on my offer. I'll be happy to oblige you."
She looked around and mentioned that there was no bed available and was not delighted with his answer.
"We won't need one. The first order of business is to show I was serious about you not talking unless spoken to. For your impudence you will receive another ten with the paddle but not over my lap. Turn around and bend over with your hands on the chair. After you've paid the penalty for talking out of turn you can stay in the same position for my entry. Hand me the paddle."
This time it was her shaking her head in disbelief at his comments. This mild defiance lasted only a few seconds before she retrieved the paddle, presented to him and took her assigned position. She again felt the cool air on her naked hindquarters as he draped her slip and dress over her waist. His hands gently grasped her legs and guided them farther apart before sliding up between them to meet at the juncture. Her moan of pleasure was changed to one of dissatisfaction when they moved away. Then her moans turned into a screech as the world exploded and the first swat landed. He was able to get a much better swing than before and used it to the best advantage. Nine strokes later and there were many tears falling on the chair. The next thing she felt was his immediate penetration. She hadn't realized how wet and ready she was for it until his thighs slammed against her very sensitive bottom. She groaned at the conflicting sensations and humped back to meet each of his thrusts. Faster and faster until they were both more than satisfied.
Her knees gave out and she slumped to the floor. When she looked up he was gone.
In time she gathered her panties and stockings but didn't put them on. She saw the paddle on the floor and picked it up. She held it for a moment, kissed it and put it back in the box before heading straight to her own room where she stripped and inspected the damage to her rear end in the mirror. Then she fell into bed and slept on her stomach, very sore but strangely contented.
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