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Chapter 3
There was nothing in the cabinet that was a hard limit for her. Her interests and curiosities were widespread, but her experiences were almost zero. She had come to the Ranch nearly a year ago, and she had worked very hard to stay out of trouble. She had scened a few times in the dungeon with visiting doms, but that had not been punishment. Punishment, she knew, was different. Punishment, aside from a handful of swats here or there, was something she had yet to experience.
She could tell that was about to change. Already this felt different. Her tummy was twisted with guilt and her hands were clammy with nerves. They shook slightly as she carefully followed the instructions he had given. Lowering her panties, she stepped out of them, folded them neatly and put them atop his desk. Then she flipped up her skirt and bent over, facing away from the chalkboard and away from Professor Rogers, who was taking his sweet time rummaging around in that blasted cabinet. She wondered if he was doing that on purpose; making her wait. In books, Doms often employed nifty little tricks like that to mess with a submissive's head, putting them in the right headspace for a punishment. She had always wondered if it would really make a difference in real life.
As it turned out, it did.
But even so, despite all her nerves and her guilt and her fucked-up headspace, she was still turned on. Some submissives swore that being punished took all the fun out of a spanking, and maybe that would come once it actually started, but for right now, all she felt was hot pulsing arousal. Professor Rogers pushed all her buttons and just when she thought she was over it, he pushed another.
After being bent over the desk for several minutes, waiting for what felt like an eternity, she heard the cabinet creak as it closed and Professor Rogers’s footsteps as he approached.
When he reached her, he said nothing at first, just smacking her ass hard enough to make her jump.
"There are a good many wonderful implements for punishing naughty bottoms provided in that cabinet," he stated from behind her. "But we do need to get to dinner while it is still being served, so while I could have easily gone with a paddle or a strap, I suspect it would have taken a good while longer to get a proper message across. So, for the sake of timeliness, I have settled on the cane. You will get as they say, six of the best, Miss Vaughn, and then I have an extra little incentive for you to ensure that the lesson truly gets across. Before we begin, any objections?”
Yes, she screamed inwardly, reaching her arms out to grip the lip of the desk tightly. Her throat had gone dry and her legs turned to Jello. The cane was something she had never experienced, nor wanted to, but even just knowing he had chosen it made her feel utterly small and chastised. She felt a bubble of excitement in the knowledge that she was about to be well and truly punished for the first time ever.
Professor Rogers cleared his throat, and she realized that he had asked a question and was waiting for an answer.
"No, Sir!" she squeaked out.
"Very good. Count them out." For a split second she felt the cool bamboo resting across her bottom before, with a mere flick of his wrist, it whizzed through the air, away from her bottom and then toward it just as fast. She shrieked when it made contact causing a stinging crack across the center of her cheeks that was quickly replaced by a fiery pain. She swore she could feel the welt rising already. She was so shocked by the sharp pain and the tears that were already stinging her eyelids that she almost forgot to count until once again, Professor Rogers cleared his throat behind her.
"One!" she gasped, her voice thready and breathless.
No sooner had the number left her lips than the second strike fell, just below the first, the searing pain sending her dancing up on tiptoes.
"Two!"
He was quick and merciless with his aim, leaving stripes across her ass so close together she was certain it would look like one big welt instead of several tiny ones.
"Three!" She bit her lip and tightened her grip on the edge of the desk.
"Four!" On the fourth one, she could no longer keep her body from reacting to the pain, as her foot kicked up behind her.
Quickly, before he could chastise her, she placed it back on the floor beneath her and readied herself for the next lash of the cane. He paused, making her wait, and the seconds ticked by with excruciating anticipation. When the fifth one fell, it curled her toes with the sharpness of the pain, but she welcomed it.
"Five!" she yelled.
"Last one. Hold on tight."
Even the noise the cane made as it rent through the air sounded louder this time, seeming to fill the room. It struck lower than the rest, at the most tender undercurve of her bottom, right above her thighs, and the pain seemed to sear her skin and settle there.
"Six!" she cried, falling spent against the desk, relishing the feel of the cool wood against her cheek. When her cheek stuck to the wood, she realized her face was wet with tears she hadn't at all felt as they were falling. But she had done it. She had survived her first real punishment. It was silly, but the thought filled her with pride and also a longing for approval that she doubted would come. How would Professor Rogers know that she was basically a punishment spanking virgin? Considering what she’d done, his first impression of her certainly hadn't been a good one.
She longed to get up and throw herself into his arms for comfort, but she remained prostrate against the desk, waiting for instruction.
"Good girl," he finally said, rubbing her lower back. "You took your caning well and your punishment is nearly over."
Belatedly, she remembered the spanking wasn't the entire punishment. Professor Rogers had promised ‘a little something extra,’ whatever that meant.
She didn't have to wonder for long when she heard the tell-tale pop of the cap on a bottle of lube. There was no sound quite like it. That slurping snapshot anticipation into the hearts of submissives everywhere, at least it did hers.
For a split second she started to panic that the professor hadn’t meant what he said earlier, about a punishment from him being no different than a punishment from any other Dom at the Ranch. She didn’t think she’d moved, but he seemed to know she was starting to get worked up again. He was quick to put her at ease. Walking around the desk, he held a large silicone butt plug up for her inspection. It was covered generously in lubricant, but still looked ridiculously unpleasant.
He raised an eyebrow in question, waiting as if to check her limits one more time, and when she nodded, he disappeared back behind her again.
"I'm going to plug your naughty bottom," he said from behind her. There was a delicious dominance in his voice that made her pussy pulse and contract.
