“See me in my office,” the note read.

“Oh shit,” Mia mumbled as she read it.

Professor Anders. She had a love/hate relationship with that class. She liked him, a tall, good looking older man, bit of a silver fox. Tough professor though for a tough class.

“Mia,” he began, “I have some grave concerns with your last paper.”

She had worried about this meeting for the last few days. She had never been to Anders’ office. It was large with a lot of wood paneling and leather furniture. The shades were drawn so it was dark which contributed to the air of mystery.

“Yes sir?” she responded.

“I find your paper disturbingly similar to this one from last semester,” he said, placing another on his desk next to hers.

She quickly scanned the paper and to her dismay it was an almost word-for-word match of her own.

“I…I don’t understand,” Mia stammered. “I’ve never seen this paper before. I wrote mine completely on my own.”

“Mia, I’m afraid that’s a highly unlikely scenario,” the Professor said, sternly. “This is a prima facie case of cheating. This will earn you an F in my class and could possibly lead to your expulsion from the University.”

“No! Professor, please! I swear that I didn’t plagiarize anyone’s work! This is entirely my own!”

“Well I’ve got to admit I was very surprised to see this as your test grades have been outstanding, unless, of course, you were cheating on them too.”

“No! I wasn’t! Please!”

“Hmm,” the professor stroked his chin. “I can’t let this go unpunished. University requirements state that I report all cases of cheating to the Honor Board and I’m afraid this is enough evidence for things to go poorly for you…”

“No! Please, I didn’t and I’m more than happy to do any extra work you assign! Please!”

“Well, I am a believer in personal responsibility so I can’t let this go, but would you be willing to accept whatever discipline I administer instead of going to the Honor Board? I promise you, it won’t be getting off lightly.”

“I…” Mia paused. She didn’t care. She couldn’t take an F or risk expulsion. “Yes, whatever you propose. Thank you!”

Anders got a thick cane from the corner of his office.

“I’m rather old-fashioned. I’m a believer in corporal punishment. For something like this, I think eight strokes of the cane on your bottom would be appropriate.”

“You…” she gaped. “You’re going to spank me? With that?”

“Or I can send this to the Honor Board. Your choice. Actions have consequence.”

She thought quickly.

“OK,” she acquiesced, lowering her head.

Anders pointed to a hassock in the corner of the office. Bend over that and lower your pants.

“What?” she yelped.

“Bend over the hassock and lower your pants or go to the Honor Board. I’m getting tired of this.”

She realized her was dead serious. She went to the hassock and, hesitantly, lowered her jeans, bending down over the hassock.

“Panties too,” Anders ordered.

In shock, she lowered her bikini panties and let them drop to the floor.

Anders enjoyed the view of the young woman’s ass. She was thin but had a nicely shaped bottom. The lack of extra flesh meant that her vulva and anus were exposed to his view. Was she a little wet? He couldn’t tell. He began to get hard.

“One,” he said and slashed the cane across her bottom.

Mia gasped and her eyes flew open.

“Two,” he immediately followed, slashing the other cheek with a back-handed stroke.

At a measured pace, he delivered three more pairs of strokes. Mia managed to not cry out but she was in tears by the eighth stroke. Anders admired the bright red welts his cane made across her pale skin. Petechiae were already forming. Yes, she looked wet. He reached out and touched her slit.

“Ahh!” she gasped, coming partially upright.

“Why Mia, you’re wet. You enjoyed that you dirty little whore. It can’t be punishment if you enjoy it.”

Anders put the cane down and unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them over his hips with his underpants. His rock-hard member sprang free of his clothing. He stepped closer to the girl and ran the head of his cock up and down her soaking slit.

Mia groaned and arched her back.

“You are quite the slut, aren’t you,” Anders smiled. “But this is punishment, not fun.”

He slid the head of his cock up her slit to her virgin asshole, pushing hard, forcing the ring.

“OH!” Mia’s eyes clenched shut and her entire body tensed as he pressed inwards, forcing himself into her tight hole inch by inch.

“Oh!!!!” She groaned in pain but not just pain as she grasped the hassock for dear life.

“Ah!” Mia’s eyes flew open. She looked at the clock. Still the middle of the night. Her dorm room came into focus as she blinked. She realized her hand was between her legs under the covers. Her roommate snored softly across the room.

“What a dream,” she thought.

She quietly rubbed one out, finishing herself off and smothering any noise into the pillow so as not to wake her roommate. She would have to make sure to see Richard tomorrow, she obviously needed it. Maybe it was time for them to try anal. Spanking? Hmmm.