"Your marks have, once again, been appalling, James. I am not at all happy with them. What are we going to do about them?"
The young man stood looking down at his feet as I lectured him on his third failed module of the year.
"I don't know, sir, I really don't."
I looked him up and down, wondering how to deal with this recalcitrant lad when he spoke again,
"Perhaps, sir, if you were to spank me I would learn to work harder."
I can't say that the thought hadn't occurred to me, but I had been reluctant to raise it. In England we do not spank our university students!
"Do you think that that will work, James?" I asked, as my _c_o_c_k_ began to grow in size and stiffness. I must admit that the thought of spanking this young man turned me on.
"I think it will, sir."
I looked him over again, and was pleased with what I saw. A good-looking 20 year old second year student, with a trim body, blond hair and small steel-rimmed spectacles.
He looked helpless as he looked up, and met my eyes for the first time.
I walked across my office and locked the door and pulled the blinds. That way no-one could see or get in.
I put my easy chair into the centre of my office, and sat down.
"Come here," I said. He walked over to the side of the chair,and I reached out and gripped the waistband of his Levi's.
"This punishment," I said as I unbuttoned the fly, "is going to be severe so that you do not forget it. Don't think that you are going to get any warm-up over your jeans."
"I deserve your hand on my arse, sir, give me what I need, please."
I pulled the jeans down to his angles. Under them he was wearing crisp white Calvin Klein Y-fronts.
I directed him over my knee. As he settled himself I could feel his hard _c_o_c_k_ resting against my thigh through the thin cotton of the briefs.
"Bad students need to be punished," I told him, "and they have to recognise why they are being punished."
"I have not worked as hard as I should have, sir, and I have let you down. Please punish me by spanking my cheeks until you feel that I have had enough."
"That is just what I intend to do."
I stroked his big butt as he lay over my lap, smoothing the material so that it covered his cheeks tightly. I raised my hand above my head and brought it down smartly on his upturned rump.
Whack! I laid five more strokes in swift succession onto each cheek in turn. He made no sound, and I felt frustrated.
"We'll have to up the pace," I thought to myself.
"This isn't severe enough," I menaced, "your punishment obviously needs to be on your bare bum for it to have any effect."
So saying, I rolled the material down his arse and thighs, revealing his delectable butt to my sight for the first time.
I began again, laying swat after swat into his tender cheeks. After about fifteen smacks he began to grunt with each stroke,
and after another fifteen the grunts turned into groans. He was wriggling over my knee and his bum was salmon pink, but I decided he needed more. I bade him rise and then fetched the wooden ruler from my desk.
"Bend over the desk," I ordered.
He did so, and as he did I could see his erect _c_o_c_k_ sticking out from below his T-Shirt. It was fat and about 6.5" long, uncut, with a lot of foreskin. The head was only uncovered at the tip.
When he was bent over to my statisfaction (I had told him to remove his trousers and underwear when he had stood up) I folded back his T-shirt so that he was, to all intents and purposes, naked.
I began laying the ruler into his arse, with swift hard shots. The ruler was just long enough to attack both globes at once. The criss-crossed stripes on his backside made me really hot!!
After my fiftieth stroke with the ruler he began to yelp and buck violently. After another thirty tears were coursing down his cheeks (those of his face, of course!!)
I felt his flaming rear, it was red hot.
"Now, James, to finish your chastisement you will remove your T-shirt and stand, with your hands on your head and your legs apart, in the corner of my office for one hour while I work,
and you can be thinking about how you will change your behaviour."
"Thank you, sir, for punishing me, I really deserved it," he said through his tears.
I left him there, as I had promised, for one hour, and then allowed him to dress and leave.
That wasn't, however' the last time when young James felt my hand on his butt, in fact, it's now a regular occurrence!