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			 SANDRA'S HOMEWORK SOLUTION

				By Reavan

	"Sir? I'm Sandra, Mz. Garwin sent me about my homework problems."

	"Ah yes, take a seat. I'll be just one movement dear." She picked a
straight chair, in front of the dean's desk and watched while he pored
over and signed some documents. How was this man going to help her
concentrate on homework?

	After about ten minutes he got up and filed the folders in a cabinet
behind him. Turning around again he stared at her with a slightly
surprised expression. "Ah, I forgot you were here; you are a quiet one.
Homework problems, wasn't it? Yes, yes your teacher called, your file is
right here. What is the nature of these ...  homework problems, ah ...
let's see ... yes its Sandra, right?"

	"Yes sir, I just can't seem to collect my thoughts. My mind drifts off
when I'm supposed to study. You know ... day dreams." She shrugged,
gesturing with both hands.

	"Yes we all have them. What manner of enticing flights of fancy, does
your day dreams take you on?" She reddened and stared at the carpet.

	"I ... well ... lots of things." She shrugged, intertwining her fingers
on her lap. You know ...  about life and things."

	"Sex is it?" Sandra's face flushed even more. "Or the lack thereof,
perhaps?" He spoke with a quiet demeanour, just a kind fatherly face with
beautiful engaging blue eyes peering at her over rimless glasses. For a
movement she was tempted to unleash a veritable flood of her
frustrations.

	She left it at, "I don't have a boyfriend sir, if that's what you mean?"

	"You're a nice looking young girl; you're let's see ... eighteen. This is
a girl's college but you do get out on weekends, and...?"

	"Yes but ... I'm ... afraid."

	"Of sex?" He spoke softly; with no hint of any lurid innuendo or the
ambiguity a young girl faced with many men when the subject turned to
sex.

	"Well no, ... maybe yes but also ... everything that goes with it. I'm
... not ready."

	"For a commitment?" She shrugged again, while becoming more and more
mesmerised by his eyes. They seemed to draw her somewhere warm and
comfortable. "Did you have a good childhood, loving parents and so on?'

	"Yes, no problems there."

	"What happened when you were naughty?"

	"Well some times I got spanked; when I was older house arrest."

	"Do you resent that, the spankings I mean?"

	"No, I don't think so. My parents loved me and punished me when I
deserved it. I think corporal punishment is justified as long as its just
a few whacks on your rear end."

	"So how do you get punished now, when you don't measure up or make a
mistake?" Those eyes again, something in them called her, but to where?

	"I suppose life does or will. If I flunk my exams I won't graduate; or I
guess have a meaningful career."

	"So, you were sent to me for advice?" His eyes now seemed to penetrate
and prying at her innermost secret thoughts. Suddenly an image, in living
color flashed in her mind, of the dean spanking her bare bottom. She
closed her eyes and giggled out loud at her overactive imagination. She
covered her mouth shaking her head in disbelief. He smiled, nodding
knowingly.

	"You had a flash, an vivid day dream, right?" She became flustered and
bewildered by his discerning insight.

	"Yes but, ... but, but it was nothing and really ridiculous. His eyes
seemed to reach even deeper into her mind again. "I thought I  ... saw;
no ... it's too humiliating." Again the blue dissolved her inhibitions,
seemingly pushing buttons in her mind at will. She felt a strange
symbiotic dependence on him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
He didn't speak and his eyes were just as innocently non-inquisitive, yet
at the same time probing, when she opened hers again and heard herself
talking. "I had this absurd vision of being spanked by, ... by you sir,
... b ... bare bottom spanked." She studied the design in the carpet
again and then closed her eyes. The design was no longer there when she
opened them; her mind was playing tricks on her.

	"Do you think that would help?" She nearly toppled her chair backwards as
the shock of his question stiffened her spine. She opened her mouth to
reply but her jaw just fell.  Closing her eyes she took a deep breath to
regain her composure.

	"I ... I ... didn't think ... you'd consider ... spanking me." She turned
crimson.

	"So you don't think disciplining you physically would solve the problem?"

	"I... it's the ... twenty-first century. Would you? I ... I mean here...
now?" The blue eyes twisted her arm again, taking her somewhere
irresistible. To an oasis filled with love, no term papers ... and the
dean there, smiling unobtrusively. She found it impossible to break eye
contact. "Well ... maybe ... I," she couldn't believe the word maybe had
came out of her mouth.

	"I have a back office slash store room. It's after six o'clock." He
reached down, fumbling noisily to get something out of a lower drawer.
She stared apprehensively as he produced a leather strap. It had a round
braided handle with a loop on one end. The business end narrowed down to
a flat strap less that an inch wide and about the length of her forearm.
She was breathing rapidly and perspiration appeared on her forehead.

	"You mean you have it ... here? You, you ... you use it ... on students?"
He smiled disarmingly.

	"This is a museum piece, it was used many years ago, before my time; not
in this school mind you. I keep it here for old time sakes, just a
curiosity. Does it scare you?"

	"Well yes, it's a barbarous looking thing!" She was helplessly
captivated, she knew her face resembled a neon sign flashing, yes, yes.
"But ... that will hurt a lot, won't it?" He raised his eyebrows with a
noncommittal expression and then nodded imperceptibly.

	"Your eyes are saying yes, yes but what does your better judgement tell
you." He twirled the braided handle. "It's you decision; Sandra's the
name, isn't it? Oh yes, its right here in your file."

	"Yes sir, my name is Sandra." She was absolutely spellbound, his eyes,
that barbaric yet enticing implement in his hands, dropping her panties
in front of a stranger, the idea of submitting willingly to pain   "Must
it really be ... bare bottom, ... sir?"

	"It was your apparition remember, not mine. The strap delivers only pain;
exposing your naked rear end contributes submissive humiliation, which
when the latter is added to the former could be the proverbial straw
breaking the camels back."


	He got up and walked to a door behind his desk, opening it. She followed
in foggy dew, thinking about straw and then followed him into a small
windowless storeroom. He closed the door, locking it. Her heart was
pounding and her breathing became abrupt. He sat down with the strap with
both hands across his lap and nodded at a table in front of him. This was
it then, she was to lift her skirt, pull down her panties and bend over.
Her crotch would be fully exposed from where he was sitting. He smiled
impassively and waited. She knew that he knew she would do it. She turned
and lifted her skirt, then hesitated with her thumbs under the panty
elastic.

	"I don't think I can, sir." she glanced at him over her shoulder in
desperation. He smiled patiently but remained silent for the moment. She
turned her head back, breaking eye contact but the blue was still there
floating in her mind.

	"You know best, " he said, almost inaudibly.

	She pulled them down gradually and carefully to just below her cheeks,
hoping to limit his view. Bending over, she rested her elbows on the
table and conscious of what he could see, squeezed her thighs together
resulting in her panties slipping to the floor. He said nothing and
didn't move for what seemed like hours. If he was trying to humiliate
her, he was succeeding. Why didn't he get on with it? Her face remained
flushed, or rather burning. Was he looking straight at it? Her vagina
would certainly be on show now.

	"Spread your feet dear." She obeyed mechanically, lifting one foot out of
her panties. "Are you comfortable? His voice was quiet and soothing but
hearing the man - who was probably looking directly at her now fully
exposed crotch - speak, transmitted hot and cold shivers to her exposed
lower body flesh.

	"I'm nervous sir, why ... why are you not doing ... it?"

	"Ah, the impatience of youth. You are worried more about what I can see,
rather than the impending pain. What I see is a shaven vulva with thick
bulbous outer labia, a fair sized clitoris framed by prominent protruding
inner labia, the right side larger and more jagged then the left. Oh yes,
and I see your anal orifice. How does your crotch feel now dear?"

	"Hot and cold, it's burning, it's freezing." She didn't tell him her
entire crotch was on fire. She wondered why, she had only experienced a
similar sensation while masturbating. She didn't hear him get up, then
suddenly there was a swish in the air and the strap smacked across both
of her cheeks. She was too shocked to cry out but when the second stung
her flesh, she did loudly. She instinctually straightened up and moved
her hands back to protect her flesh.

	"Please young lady, move your hands back on the table." He spoke kindly,
almost reverently and she tried to relax, while waiting for the next
slash. Suddenly her vagina felt wet. Incredibly, she was having an orgasm
while being lashed. The third swish came and she moaned loudly, in both
pleasure and pain. He waited for her to relax and then brought down the
fourth as hard as the first three.

	"That's it for now dear. How do you feel?"

	"That hurt sir; ooh ...that hurt. Could I pull my panties up now?"

	"No young lady, we are not finished yet. Just hold you position while I
let you reflect on homework for a moment. You do have a beautiful behind
by the way."

	"Thank you sir, one of the girls in the gym showers, told me once that my
rear was a spanking waiting to happen." She had no idea why she said that
to the dean, it just flew out of her mouth. Maybe the pain was short
circuiting her brain cells. "This is so demeaning sir, are you finished
spanking me?  I promise to study now; really I do."

	"Well my dear, that's all very well but four are just not sufficient
Please stand up and back up a little so I can check out the damage. She
stepped backwards and tripped in her panties. He grasped her by the hips
to stop her falling. "Oopsi-a-daisy, you nearly ended up on my lap." She
regained her balance and he began to grope and squeeze her buttocks.
"Does that hurt?"

	"Yes sir, some, but are you supposed to touch me like that, ...erotically
I mean?" His fingers sent electric charges directly into her vagina

	"I'm not supposed to spank you either, look me in the eyes, does my
massage embarrass you?"

 	She turned her head and met the blue gaze. "Well ... yes."

	"Good," he continued caressing her cheeks. "And how does it feel
physically?'

	"Well, kind of hot down there."

	"You have cum on your inside thighs, so you mean aroused?"

	"I ... I, well yes but you're the dean, not my ... my lover."

	"I should say not, now bend over and spread your legs more." She obeyed
again, like a robot being controlled by some external blue force. "How
does this feel?"

	"Strange sir ... well ... nice I guess." Why was he doing that? He wasn't
a Doctor but in some strange way she enjoyed his ministrations. It was
comforting while her buttocks hurt.

	"When I squeeze the flesh like this does it feel normal."

	"I think so, no one has ever done that to me before." This was definitely
erotic; this was seduction added to corporal punishment.

	"Good I will stroke your skin lightly now. Tell me where I'm touching you."

	"Yes, yes my inside left thigh, down to the knee. Up, up back and forth
on my mid thigh. Up, up, ooh no sir, you touched my vagina."

	"Humiliating isn't it? How did it feel?"

	"It felt, I don't know what to say, nobody has ever touched me there
before neither."

	"Fine now let's check the right thigh. Tell me what I'm doing."

	"He is getting me hot and bothered. That's what," she thought.

	"Now spread your feet, a little more, good, bend down and grasp your
angles and tell me what I'm doing again.

	"You're holding my thigh with both hands. Squeezing it, kneading it, now
you are stroking up and down.  You touch my vagina; your finger is
probing. Ooh ... you ... penetrated my..." She gasped breathlessly.

	"How is the pain in your butt now?"

	"It's ... I don't. It's not there anymore. What are you doing now? You're
poking my vagina; it's your penis. Oooh It's inside me it's too big; it
hurts sir"

	"That's all part of your home work rehabilitation therapy dear."

	"But I could get pregnant. Please stop!"  He was holding on to her hips
and stroking her vagina rhythmically.

	"You won't get pregnant my dear, because I will be coming in your mouth."

	"In my mouth, never! I won't..." She'd seen that in porno flicks and had
nearly puked. Suddenly a blue vision and the idea intrigued her.

	"Be quiet now and listen when I give you the word you will turn around,
drop to your knees, grasp my penis in your strong hand and jerk it
quickly. Your other hand will palm my testicles, while your fingers
scratch them gently. You will swallow the head and suck vigorously until
I ejaculate. You will then continue to suck and swallow until I tell you
differently. Is that clear?"

	"I ...I don't, well ... yes sir. Oh it hurts inside."

	"Now, do as I said, ooh  ... good.  That's it, suck hard. Jerk faster.
Good! Good, aaaah, ooooh. Swallow it girl, all of it. Good girl. You did
just fine. We will relax for a minute now. Keep sucking, ... slowly now;
make sure you get every drop. That's it, I'm done you can get up now and
sit on my knee. How do you feel now dear?

	"Sore inside, I've never been penetrated before."

	"Her let me finger you. Does that hurt?"

	"Aah, just a little sir. Oooh that spot is sore."

	"Well four more stripes and you won't feel that anymore."

	"You mean sir, after you ... did it to me I'll still get more lashes?"

	"It's all part of correcting your homework attitude. Now beg me to strap
you."

	She thought about it for a minute, why should she ask for it? Then her
mouth opened, "please sir ... could I have four more straps on my
buttocks?" She didn't know why she said that; except for this feeling of
belonging to him. She was sitting on the lap of a man who had just lashed
her rear end and then penetrated her but she didn't want to get up. Again
she heard herself speak, as there was a stranger roaming her brain.
"Could I lie across your lap this time?"

	"We could do that but a request like that adds up to an additional two
stripes. Do you think it's worth it?"

	"Yes sir, my bum and my pussy are both sore but I feel strangely warm and
satisfied inside. How could that be sir?"

	"I don't know my dear but it's just possible you're one of a rare breed
who require occasional physical pain to function in everyday life, as
well as during sexual intercourse."

	"You mean I'm a masochist." She got off her knees and prepared to lie
across his lap.

	"Strip completely first," he spoke without sentiment; he might have asked
her for a paper clip in the same tone of voice. She obeyed, undressing
slowly and then faced him standing completely naked, modestly attempting
to cover her breasts and vagina. Their eyes met and without anything
being said, she moved her hands to her sides.

	"Do I get across your lap now, sir?" He just smiled, the blue eyes
scanning her body. She didn't move and waited, while he rubbing his chin,
considered her body like a connoisseur studying a priceless painting.

	"There's no hurry dear, is my scrutiny of your anatomy discomforting?"

	"No sir, I have a strange sense of belonging enjoyment now."

	"You don't belong to me dear."

	"That's not what I meant, it's more like belonging or having been
initiated into a fraternity or something like that."

	He motioned for her to lie across his lap and then massaged her fleshy
buttocks for a few minutes. He stopped with one hand and reached for the
implement of homework correction. She turned her head, seeking
reassurance in his eyes. He smiled reverently while caressing her flesh.

	"I'm ready sir, however many you feel I need." He fitted his semi-hard
penis between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs around it, moaning
softly.

	"Whenever you're ready dear just say, one."

	She swallowed hard and tried to relax her body. "One sir."

	He brought the leather down hard making her cry out mournfully. He
caressed her flesh with his free hand while sliding the lash back and
forth on the back of her thighs; as he waited for her to speak. She took
several deep breaths and turned her head looking in his patient blue
eyes.

	"Whenever you're ready dear take your time." She bit her lip.

	"Two, sir." She cried out, tightening every muscle in her body as the
lash found its mark. She could feel his penis hardening between her
thighs as he massaged her cheeks again. She wondered if she should just
count out the numbers quickly and get it over with. Then she found
herself rocking her pelvis ever so slightly and squeezing her thighs
around his penis in time with an insatiable craving throbbing in her
crotch.

	She suddenly realised that she was the one leading him on but she
couldn't help herself; the feeling in her crotch was overpowering. The
lash would stop it; she would count them all out. "Three sir," whack!
"Four sir" whack! The lashes only intensified the craving; she squirmed
and twisted spasmodically on his lap, moaning loudly. What was happening
to her? The more pain he inflicted on her buttocks the hotter the feeling
in her vagina. The last two would extinguish the fire she was sure of
that. "Five sir, ooooh  six sir. Ooooh no I can't stand it any more." Her
pelvis was moving like a jackhammer.

	"Well my dear that is it we are finished you can get up now." She was
beside herself with lust and got to her feet in a flash, straddling him
on the chair. She grasped his penis and tried to impale herself. "Whoa,
young lady not so fast; you want to get pregnant?"

	"We'll do like before." She pleaded.

	"There could still be sperm present my dear from before, so we'll do this
differently. Get up." She was stunned; he was a man, they always wanted
it. He led her to the table, lifting her up on it. She threw her arms and
legs around him kissing him passionately. He returned her kisses for a
moment and then pushed her back until she was lying on the table with her
legs around his waist. He dropped to his knees and dove into her
throbbing vagina. She threw her legs around his back and screamed out
loud as his tongue found her clit and then entered her vagina. Her entire
body became a pulsating, twisting jerking and shaking machine as his
tongue electrified her senses. She grasped his head and jerked it into
her crotch repeatedly; her thighs pummelled his ears while her heels
pounded his back. A trickle began somewhere in her body, flooding to
every extremity and then back to a spot centred in her vagina, releasing
a fluid that rushed onto the tongue twirling there and then into his
mouth. Some of that stream must have entered her bloodstream, she
thought. Because it reached her brain giving her a dizzying high that she
wanted to stay on forever.

	All good things end sooner or later. He got up and sitting up on the
table she threw her arms around him kissing him gratefully. She tasted
her own cum in his mouth but she could care less. He had brought her to
an orgasm that no amount of masturbation could equal. "What about you
sir, you're hard down there?"

	"Well dear it will take longer then the last time, but if you're' up to
it? She slid down his body to her knees then looking up in his blue eyes
kissed and swallowed his knob, before sucking on it gently. He held her
head with both hands, finding a rhythm as she fondled his testicles and
jerked the shaft as before.

	She glowed inside with a warm contentment that she'd never felt before.
The explosive climax his tongue had provided lingered in her brain
transmitting pleasurable tingling sensations throughout her nervous
system, titillating every part of her body. What had been a sickening
sight in a porn flick in her past, now became an irresistible desire to
return the passion and gratify her disciplinarian lover. The throbbing
object in her mouth and hand became a singular idol to be cherished and
then coaxed into exploding its salty discharge deep into her throat,
returning the rousing sensation to the mentor who had  opened the doors
to her first sexual encounter and initiating her into a world she had
only been able to day dreamed about.

	He began to groan and increased the pressure on the back of her head
forcing his object deeper in to her mouth. She gagged for a second, just
as the first load exploded into her mouth; she jerked back to regain her
breath and received the largest part of his load  splattering over her
face. She quickly swallowed him again, pumping and sucking until he
slowed and stopped moaning.

	He helped her up smiling at her semen drenched face. "I'm sorry," she
whispered. "I couldn't help it."

"You were perfect dear, no need to apologise."  He picked some tissues out
of a box and was about to clean her face.

	"No please sir, I was supposed to...." She was still in a trance like
state and could only think that it was her responsibility to please this
man exactly as he had asked. Taken his little finger she wiped her cheek
and then carefully licked the semen of his finger. She closed her eyes as
he wiped the remaining spots, relishing the attention and then the salty
taste as he fed her the rest. She opened and closed her yes and dreamily
kissed his lips hugging him tightly. She never wanted the feeling to end,
fearing that this would probably never happen again.

	He woke her out of her reverie "There's a bathroom back here; you can
clean up now. I'll be at my desk."

	He was busy with papers when she came out completely naked. She stood
quietly in front of the desk and watched him.

	"He looked up at her in a business like manner. She tried to get lost in
the blue but the hypnotising probing was gone. "Oh, you can get dressed
now dear." She did slowly, reluctantly and methodically after which she
sat on the chair.

	"Well dear, you better be on your way then; until the next time, if
necessary that's is."

	"Good night sir." she rose opening the office door.

	"Good night young lady, be careful in the dark out there."

	"I will sir," she took a last snapshot of his blue eyes and closed the
door behind her.

	She walked thought the campus grounds with pains in her buttocks and a
pleasant sensation rushing through her veins centred in her vagina, plus
a new outlook on life.

	Would she be able to study now? She shook her head at that ridiculous
thought, gradually maybe, provided she could continue her therapy
sessions.


REAVAN


 I write sexual fantasies only for readers who are not offended by it.
Other people produce fantasies wherein cartoon animals talk like people.
Even very little people know that in real life, animals don't talk.
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