Lily had been startled by
her first acquaintance with professor James Ross. Nor had she been the only
one. Most of the students at Princeton were the pampered children of the rich,
and had been spoiled and protected their entire lives. Their world was one of
polished gentility and polite political correctness in which all people were
treated with respect (except conservatives, of course).
Princeton largely catered
to that mentality. As did Professor Ross – on the surface. It was not possible
to point to anything he particularly said, any words which were amiss or could
be complained about. He was invariably polite, or at least, the words he spoke
were.
But his eyes could thrust
an icy sword through the self-esteem of any student who failed to satisfy his
demands, and his polite words could be similarly cold, as could his tone. He
was a deeply intimidating person, even without taking into account his towering
reputation in his field of Criminal Law.
It was that reputation
which caused Princeton to lure him into teaching after he had broken with his
old partners in an acrimonious exchange of insults and lawsuits which had been
fascinating reading for all his students – though none would admit to having
done so, at least, not to him.
Ross did not need the money
from teaching. He had made an enormous amount of money as one of the country's
top criminal lawyers and now, apparently, was writing a book. No one was quite
sure what had decided him to take up residence at Princeton for a year or two,
but everyone who could get into his classes had done their best to do so.
Quite a few had quickly
left again, his forceful personality and abrasive, challenging style too much
for delicate personalities.
Ross did not insult his
students, but his voice, deep and cool, could shred their arguments and answers
so easily and so totally their self-esteem suffered the same fate. Listening to
him was an education in itself, if one could handle the anxiety of being asked to
answer a question.
Lily Ainsworth felt the
same anxiety as everyone else in the lecture room, as well as the same
fascination. No one, but no one played with their phones or laptops in his
presence. No one wanted to miss his keen and terrible insights into law and
cases, and no one dared catch his eye by apparently not paying attention.
He paced as he spoke, paced
like a lion, back and forth, his cool eyes raking his audience as he moved,
liked a predator seeking prey. Like others, Lily did her best to be nondescript
and unnoticeable, slumping somewhat in her seat. She wore a bland gray blazer
and black trousers, and half hid her face behind her open laptop.
Ross was a large man, tall,
with broad shoulders, intimidating in both his presence and his size. He loomed
over most of his students. His cool eyes and large size gave off an air of
menace to those who moved too close and challenged him. Lily had seen students
unconsciously backing away from him as they spoke.
The idea that a man like
James Ross was a danger to anyone – aside from in the court room – was absurd, of course.
Ross was not a violent man, but an esteemed lawyer, after all. Yet he still
reminded her of some great, wild predator beast as he paced below.
She had spoken to him,
daringly found cause to speak to him, on several occasions, and had come away
with pounding heart and racing pulse on both occasions. He was simply not like
any other man she had ever encountered in his utterly unfeigned air of
confidence and steely determination. Combined with a towering intellect – and
size, she found herself quite fascinated.
In more ways than one.
Ross was considerably older
than her, over fifty, in fact. She was quite literally young enough to be his
daughter. But there was nothing paternalistic about Ross, nothing which
reminded her of anyone's father or uncle or grandfather.
And perhaps because of
that, and his still quite evident physical strength, she had found herself
daydreaming, on occasion, about what it would be like to be with such a man.
How would he kiss a girl? How would he touch and hold her? Would he be gentle?
That seemed unlikely in the extreme!
Yet he was no clumsy,
unlettered oaf. He was a shrewd, deeply intelligent and sophisticated man. Not,
in other words, the sort of slope-forehead type to have cheap, hurried sex and then roll
off to yawn and fall asleep.
Would he whisper soft
poetry into her ear, or chew her ear off, like some great, feral beast!?
There had never been a hint
of impropriety in his behavior towards students, but on those few occasions
when she had spoken to him Lily had gotten not only the impression of those cool
eyes assessing the wisdom of what she said, but the much more
hot-blooded predator examining her as possible prey.
He was certainly
heterosexual. He had seven children, after all, by four different, now divorced
wives. Did he look upon his young, relatively innocent, yet also beautiful and
shapely young female students as mere children, or did a man's hunger lurk
behind his eyes?
Lily had read an article
recently in which it was stated that women generally found a man sexiest when he was a few years
older than they. And this did not change through their lives. Men, on the other
hand, responding to that old instinct to procreate, preferred young, shapely
women just out of adolescence, no matter how old the man got.
She, as it happened, was
twenty-one.
And she had no doubt
whatsoever of her attractiveness and sexual desirability. She'd been pursued for both since puberty had
made clear just how shapely and beautiful a young woman she was becoming.
She had a slender, athletic
body with flat belly, perfectly sculpted legs, and full, firm breasts.
Her hair was a rich, deep mahogany. It spilled down on either side of her
face and past her shoulders, perfectly ordered, perfectly straight, like a
curtain of silk. It framed a face with high cheekbones, full lips, and bright
green eyes.
Lily did not need to do
anything to draw the eyes of men. They were drawn to her, whether she willed it
or not. And sometimes, in that big lecture hall, halfway up the long, rounded
row of desks, she thought his eyes halted their roaming as they came upon her,
and felt a breathless sense of being the subject of his full attention before
those eyes moved on.
It did not really occur to
her how she might bring her daydreams to life, for they were silly and girlish,
and she would never dare to approach such a man in hopes of artful seduction.
The very idea was laughable. And he probably would laugh, pat her on the head,
and send her on her way, mortified.
But it was still a fantasy
which played out often enough in her mind to intrigue her every time she saw
him.
***
Lily felt
uncharacteristically nervous as she waited, just up the hall from Professor
Ross's door. She was not normally a shy girl, nor one lacking confidence and a
sense of self-assurance. She even felt a sense of entitlement was one of her
principal character flaws. She had been raised all her life with praise as to her
intelligence and abilities and looks, after all, by quite successful and
well-off parents.
But she was approaching
Professor Ross with what she knew was one of his least favorite requests; that
he give her an extension on her project. He granted few such requests, nor
welcomed them. He felt, she knew, that as adults it was their
responsibility to meet assigned schedules, and he was rarely interested in
excuses.
She thought her chance of
gaining an extension unlikely. Other teachers might well have agreed, but Ross
was not a kindly nor understanding man. There were rules to be followed, and if
you failed, then you must be punished. That, of course, was understandable in a
man lecturing on criminal law. But it made asking for exceptions a daunting
prospect.
In fact, one of the major
reasons she had argued herself into even making the
attempt was
the chance to speak to him alone, just to... engage with him. And she certainly
didn't want anyone else around when she did so! He was likely to greet her
request with contempt and she had no interest in other students witnessing it!
In fact, she was arguing
with herself even as she waited for the last student to leave. Why am I
doing this? He's going to chew me up and spit me out! Still, the chance to
be alone with him and talk to him, and maybe find out just a bit more about
what kind of a man he was, drew her helplessly on.
She checked over her
shoulder again to make sure there were no other students. She'd left each time
one appeared. Not that he had many. He was too intimidating for many students
to dare to seek him out one on one. And it was nearly the end of his
consultation time.
The student ahead of her
left, and after steeling herself, Lily marched forward to his door and peeked
inside.
She had been to a number of
her teachers' offices, and they were universally untidy. They all had
bookshelves, and the books were often tossed atop others, or stuffed here and
there. Student papers and reports were often piled all over the desk and chairs
– and sometimes the floors.
Not here. The dark wooden
shelves held row on row of law books, all neatly in place. His desk contained
one small pile of papers as he read through them. The credenza next to it held
a computer and printer. And soft, classical music played from a small stereo.
It was a well-ordered office for a man who insisted on order from others.
She cleared her throat, but
he didn't look up. She raised her fist to knock.
“Yes, Ms. Ainsworth?” he
said, raising his eyes only after speaking.
Startled, she paused to gather
her thoughts.
“Uhm, excuse me for
interrupting you, Professor –.”
“This is my consultation
period, the purpose of which is to allow students to come here and ask
clarification. How can you be interrupting, Ms. Ainsworth?”
“Uhm...”
He sighed and sat back in
his high leather chair, his eyes piercing her as she stood in the doorway.
“Come in and close the
door. Unless you want my unflattering views of your request for delays to
filter out into whoever is waiting behind you.”
She gulped, her heart
beating quicker, then sidled in through the half-open door and eased it closed
behind her.
“That is your request, is
it not? I've come to recognize the look of students seeking that which they
know I have little interest in granting.”
“Uhm – .”
“Stop that.”
She halted, startled.
“Speech disfluency has
never impressed me. Expressions like 'um' are merely fillers, and should never
be used by attorneys. They indicate a lack of self-confidence, a
hesitation and uncertainty. Have you ever
heard me say 'uhm', Ms. Adam-Foster?”
“N-No, sir!”
“Nor will you. If you don't
know what to say, Ms. Ainsworth, then say nothing. Silence is far more
profound.”
“S-sorry.”
“Ah, here we come to the
apology for your being unable to meet your deadline, am I correct?”
“Well, ahm, that is, I had the flu, you see, and – .”
“Have you had your flu
shot?”
She looked at him blankly.
Wasn't the flu shot for old people?
“I take it that's a no. By
which you mean you failed to take an elementary precaution against being sick
and missing classes and work assignments. That being the case, you don't really
deserve any consideration for the time-consuming nature of your temporary
illness.”
“I uhm – .”
“Ms. Ainsworth there was a
time when children half your age would be caned for using fillers in their language.
This produced generations of attorneys who spoke flawless and confident English, and did not open their
mouths without knowing what to say. Alas, we are beyond that period, and I have
no cane. Nevertheless, I expect you to avoid the use of uhm, ahm, or mmm in my presence,” he said, making the sounds
somewhat mockingly.
Lily's face colored.
“I'm sorry. I-I guess it's
kind of a habit.”
“A habit you very much need
to break yourself of. You intend specializing in criminal law, yes?”
“Well, yes... sir.”
“That means negotiations
with the prosecution if you are a defense attorney or with the defense
attorneys if the prosecution. It means speaking before a jury and judge in
a convincing manner.”
He made a face. “Spare the
rod, spoil the child,” he said with a sigh.
“I only need two more days,
sir,” she said, launching a last appeal.
“Ask me for anything but
time,” he replied. “Who said that, girl?”
“Napoleon, sir.”
“Correct. I owe you no
time, and I intend to give you none, girl. If you want something from me you need to earn it. How do
you intend to earn that time?”
“Uhm... by doing a really
good job?”
He snorted disdainfully.
“Doing a really good job, girl, is the default situation I expect
from every student, including those who complete their assignments on time. Try
again.”
Lily was... confused. What
could she give him?
“Would you, for example,
pay me money for extra time?”
“Uh... I mean, yes sir!”
she gulped, blushing hotly.
He snorted. “But you have
no money, girl. Your money came from your parents' labors, not your own. So
it's hardly any sort of effort or sacrifice on your part.”
She hesitated again, trying
to understand what he wanted.
“Let me try this; should
you not be punished for being late?”
“But I'm not late!”
“But you will be.”
She made a face.
“The normal punishment for
being late is a deduction of ten percent of your mark for each day you are
late. I gather you would prefer not to suffer such punishment.”
She nodded her head
jerkily.
“Yet would it not be unfair
to the other students were I to exempt you from the same punishment many of
them have been subjected to? Mercy to one can be an injustice to the many unless applied
with care. No, girl, you must be punished, one way or the other. Would you
prefer another punishment?”
“I well, uhm – .” She blushed again.
“Well, wh-what kind of punishment?”
His eyes pierced her, those
cold, assessing eyes. But with them, just behind them, was a hotter, more
calculating inspection. That kind of attention she had felt before in the
lecture halls, that attention which made her lower belly thrum.
“Have you ever been
subjected to corporal punishment, girl?”
Lily stared at him in
confusion.
“You've never, I take it,
had the hand of a guardian, parent or teacher applied to the seat of your
problems?”
Lily felt her face flushing
even more deeply, and felt a sudden wild, breathlessness. Surely he wasn't
suggesting...surely he wasn't daring to even hint that...!? The idea was so
utterly outrageous she could hardly believe she wasn't deeply mistaken!
“Didn't think so. Spankings
are uncommon among your generation, which, I think, is not unrelated to the
lack of discipline most of you have.”
Lily stared at him,
open-mouthed, her mind spinning. Was he really suggesting she let him... spank
her!? The idea was shocking in multiple ways. It filled her with a stunned
sense of confusion and an urge to voice her outrage!
But the idea... the idea of
letting him spank her, suddenly filled Lily with such a wild, dark wave of heat
that she felt her legs go rubbery.
All her silly daydreams had
been just that. For she'd known he was so out of her league, so much
more sophisticated and knowledgeable, so much older and more self-assured than
her that he'd laugh at the very idea. But he wasn't proposing an
affair – exactly. He was proposing something that had dark, scalding sexual
overtones but in which he would be unquestionably in charge.
“I think you have an
intelligent mind, girl,” he said. “But you lack discipline. The application of
some... discipline, to that unquestionably fine mind, and similarly
unquestionably fine bottom of yours could result in considerable improvement in
your chances of reaching your potential.
She stared at him, aghast,
but also gripped with a sudden wild sense of... anticipation, and
possibilities.
Lily was not a shy girl,
after all. Nor was she particularly shy about her body. She took pride in how
shapely and well-toned she was, and displayed it in very small bikinis at the
beach and at pools. She'd also found a delicious and exciting sense of freedom
on the beaches of France and Spain in going topless.
She was not particularly
intimidated at the thought of a man examining her bottom, much less touching
it, and had little fear of being 'spanked', which to her mind simply
mean light slaps to the buttocks. The chance of getting closer to the professor
on the other hand, in a sexual way, left her feeling deeply excited.
“I...uhm, that is – .”
She certainly couldn't show
any enthusiasm for this! She had no intention of doing a single thing which
might let him know of her previous interest!
“Someone ought to slap your
bottom every time you use that filler,” he said, eyes narrowing. “That would
put a stop to it before long.”
“I-I would... be given the
extra two days if... if I let you – .”
“If you agree to substitute
one punishment for another, then I would consider that a fair exchange,” he
said.
“Well... uhm – . That is, how... when – .”
“Now, of course.”
Lily felt a jolt that
almost made her stomach turn over! Suddenly it was full of butterflies,
swirling around at breakneck speed!
He stood up, and she shrank
back against the door. But he instead of moving towards her he simply picked up
the straight-backed chair which sat against the wall, swung it around and then
sat down.
“Well, is it agreed?”
“I uhm – I uhm...”
His eyes narrowed.
“I-I... I guess so,” she
said, her voice quivering.
“Yes or no. One or the
other.”
“I... y-yes.”
“Sir”
“Yes, sir!”
“Very well. Drop your pants
and put yourself across my lap.”
Lily felt another wild
emotional jolt, her jaw dropping.
“It is traditional, girl,
and it adds a proper degree of shame to the proceedings which you will not soon
forget.”
“B-but – .”
“You do have underwear on?”
“Y-yes but – .”
“Then do it, girl,” he
barked.
Blushing furiously, her
chest tight, Lily's hands went to her belt, trembling as they undid it. Her
face felt so hot she marveled it didn't burst into flames! She opened her belt,
undid the clip on her trousers, and then tugged the zipper down.
Her embarrassment rose as
her zipper fell, and then, her mind churning as badly as her stomach, she let
her trousers drop to her ankles and then shuffled up and bent forward.
She gasped as he took her
arm and pulled her across his lap. He was a big man, and she was a slender girl!
Then she felt a fresh flood of embarrassment, for he settled her belly-down
across his lap, with her bottom right below him. And she was wearing, as she
always did, an attractive, expensive, and fashionable thong.
The thong was black. Two slim black
straps rose from the front, cut diagonally over her hips, and then almost met
behind at her spine. Almost, but not quite. The third slid up between
her buttocks and almost met them at the small of her back. Almost. A silver
colored ring shaped like a heart joined the three together at the top of her
buttocks.
She gasped as his big hand
came down on her bare bottom.
“Women's lingerie has never
ceased to amaze me,” he said. “The psychology behind what they cover and what
they reveal could make for many an academic paper.”
His hand, his big, soft,
warm hand, was caressing her bare buttocks as he spoke, and Lily's heart was
beating faster and faster as she felt it!
“Are you ready for your
punishment, girl?”
“Y-Y-Yes!” she squeaked.
Her head and shoulders,
along with her arms had spilled over his left side, and the blood was rushing to
her head. Her feet and legs dangled off his right. She couldn't see what he was
doing, only feel!
Crack!
“Oh!” she yelped, as his
hand came down with a sharp slap to her bare buttocks.
Crack!
“Oh!”
It stung a lot more than
she had imagined it would!
Crack!
“Oww!
“This is, of course, an
age-old method of disciplining the young – and women,” he said.
Crack!
“Ah!”
“It allows for pain to act in a disciplinary
manner, but does no actual harm to the slender and more fragile body of either
child or female.”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
His hand came down across
her bottom again and again, and the sharp stinging blows were causing her soft
flesh to become more and more tender. Lily could feel how warm they were
getting as they throbbed with heat!
The pain, though, was a
minor consideration. Her mind was consumed with the stunning reality that she
was half naked (practically!) and laying across Professor Ross' lap! And he was
staring down at her bare bottom and even touching it! And what more would he
do?! What more could he do!? What more did he want to do!?
What more did she
want him to do!?
It was impossible to keep
still as his hand slapped down on her bottom, and Lily found herself squirming
helplessly on his lap. That made it necessary (she supposed) for him to pause
and re-adjust her on his lap every now and then.
The first time he did so
his big hand encircled her thigh quite high up, practically touching her crotch
as he tugged her in closer.
The closeness of that hand
sent a dark spear of heat and anticipation through Lily's mind.
She gasped at several more
blows, squirming harder. She felt him grip her thigh again to tug her back,
and this time the edge of his hand actually made light contact with
her pantie covered sex before he resumed spanking!
Lily felt the strange
buildup of dark heat and energy filling her with a kind of terrible pressure, a
pressure that made her tremble and tightened her chest so much it as hard to breathe!
She squirmed some more, and
again he grasped her thigh and pulled her back into position. This time,
though, the edge of his hand was pressing firmly against her sex!
“Hold still, Girl,” he
growled. “You agreed to the terms. Don't try to squirm out of them.”
Lily shuddered. The
pressure of his hand against her sex sent a powerful rush of sensation up
through her body! She could feel her nipples tingling inside the cups of her
bra. Her pussy felt hot and swollen! Then he pulled his hand away.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
His hand came down
repeatedly on her bottom with sharp, stinging blows, and the pain was rising to
a degree she began to feel a sense of desperation that it stop.
And then it did, as he
halted his blows
Lily shuddered and moaned,
shifting on his lap. His hand gripped her thigh again, quite high up, the curve
of his hand once again pressing quite firmly into the crotch of her thong.
“Now, Girl, I trust that
you will meet your new deadline,” he said.
His hand was now...
stroking her inner thigh, but doing it side to side, so that the curve of his hand,
and particularly his index finger ground back and forth against her pussy.
“If not, further punishment
will be due you – quite appropriate punishment, and quite deserved given you
know full well what is in store.”
Lily had never been so
aware of the thickness of the fabric covering her pussy, nor felt the
strange
yearning that it be pulled away so that his fingers could touch her bare flesh.
Instead, he pulled her up
and back, and rose, steadying her as she got dazedly to her feet.
“The extension is precisely
two days and no more. Now pull your trousers up, Girl.”
Blushing hotly, Lily did so, and then stumbled out of
his office, breathless and wide-eyed.