When Aster had signed up for university, he thought it would be less like school. In picking a small private university, however, he had set himself up for miserably boring lessons with ten other young adults and one teacher who wouldn't let them slack off for even a moment. Concentrating was completely out of the question that day and when Miss Jenkins called him out on it, he had only one idea how to get out of trouble. "Look, Miss Jenkins," Aster protested, his voice rising in a whine, "I'm really not feeling well. Can't you just give me a break today?"

Miss Jenkins crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at the disheveled young adult. Aster had been a handful all class, his usual behavior escalating into talking back about everything and fidgeting so much Miss Jenkins was sure his chair would tip over. The classroom was a buzz of stifled giggles and snickers, the tension palpable as the rest of the class watched the unfolding drama.

"Aster," she said, her voice firm and unwavering, "you know the rules. If you're not feeling well, you should have gone to the nurse."

"I didn't feel sick before I came to class," Aster replied snidely. "Now I'm really sick though." He put on his best fake-sympathetic face but not without casting a covered smirk at one of his friends.

Miss Jenkins' expression hardened, and she stepped closer to Aster. "Fine, if you're so sick, let's make sure you get the attention you need," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a Geratherm thermometer.

"Bend over," she ordered, and Aster's eyes widened with shock and a hint of fear. The class erupted into laughter and whispers, some students already guessing what was about to happen.

Aster laughed. "I don't think you can do that, Miss." Despite his confidence, he couldn't help his cheeks tinting red. "If you really must take my temperature I'll just put it under my tongue"

Miss Jenkins raised an eyebrow, "Since you are so sick, it's important we get an accurate reading. Now stop making a fuss and bend over!"

"Miss, this has to be against a bunch of rules."

Two boys from the row behind Aster snickered. "Come on, Aster," one taunted, "Go up to the front and bend over to get a thermometer in your bottom like a little baby." The other one went so far as to give him a shove. "Or do you need help with that? Want us to bring you up there and hold you still?"

Aster's face turned beet red. He felt a mix of embarrassment and anger at the situation. He hesitantly stood up, his legs wobbly, and made his way to the front of the classroom. Miss Jenkins remained unfazed, her arms folded as she looked at him expectantly.

"I'll tell the headmaster about this. You'll regret it," he murmured under his breath, trying to keep his dignity intact. He bent over her desk, feeling the cold wood press against his stomach as the room's chuckles grew louder.

Miss Jenkins stepped around him, her heels clicking against the floor. She hooked her fingers into the hem of Aster's trousers and with a quick motion pulled them down, exposing his soft, round buttocks. Aster tensed, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on him. The room was thick with a mix of amusement and tension. He didn't dare look back, but he heard the snaps of smartphones capturing the moment. He felt like crying already but he was determined to not let it come to that.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Aster could see Miss Jenkins pull a tub of vaselin from the desk's drawer. The sound of it being opened were quickly followed by the quiet, slick squelching of the thermometer being stuck into the tub.

"Now," Miss Jenkins said, "are you ready, Aster?"

Aster felt his heart racing, the humiliation washing over him in waves. He could feel the anticipation of his classmates, their eyes boring into his bare skin. He knew he had no choice. "I still don't want this," he murmured defiantly.

"Too bad," Miss Jenkins said. Then, Aster already felt her hand on his cheek. He did his best to clench his ass to keep her out. Miss Jenkins, however, was quite skilled in this matter. She'd had to deal with unruly students before. She gripped his cheek tight and pulled it to the side a bit, separating them and exposing his tight, pink hole to the class.

Without any further warning, she took the lubricated thermometer and inserted it into his anus. Aster let out a squeak, feeling the cold metal tip penetrate him deeply. Helplessly, Aster's hole clenched around the slick intrusion.

Miss Jenkins twisted it slightly before letting go, giving it a tap to make sure it was inserted far enough. Aster swore he felt the coldness of the thermometer spreading through his body together with the hot burn of humiliation. "Keep still," she said, her voice stern.

The class erupted into a cacophony of laughter, the sound piercing through Aster's ears like a thousand needles. "Look at him," one student whispered, "getting his temperature like a baby." Another chimed in, "What's next? A diaper?" The giggling grew louder, and Aster felt his face burning. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Miss Jenkins waited for the laughter to die down before speaking again. "Since we're on the topic of treating you like a baby," she said, her voice icy, "it seems you might need some suppository medicine to get better. It's a fast-acting fever reducer, and I want to make sure Aster gets the help he needs." She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small packet, her eyes never leaving Aster's.

"No!" Aster said loudly. "Absolutely not. You can't!" He tried to get up but was stopped by Miss Jenkins' hand on his back.

"You're really not in a position to argue right now," she said calmly. "You either let me help you or I'll have to take further action."

Aster felt the weight of Miss Jenkins' hand pressing down on him, keeping him in place. His mind raced with the embarrassment of what was happening and the fear of what was to come. He didn't want to be the subject of more ridicule than he already was.

"Miss," he started, trying to keep his voice steady, "I promise I'm okay. I'll behave, just take it out." But his words fell on deaf ears, or rather, ears that enjoyed the sound of his discomfort.

Miss Jenkins ignored him and picked up the suppository packet again with a smirk. The class watched in a mix of amusement and horror as she broke the seal and pulled out two long, white torpedos. "These will help you feel better, Aster," she said sweetly, her voice carrying over the murmurs of the class.

"What the fuck, Miss Jenkins," Aster whispered, his eyes watering.

"Language," she scolded, her voice still calm. "Now, let's make some room for these." With that, she gripped the thermometer again and pulled it out of his hole, his anus clenching on nothing.

Miss Jenkins waited for a moment, watching the class's reactions. A few students had covered their mouths in shock while others couldn't hold back their laughter. She took the opportunity to push one of the suppositories against his anus, applying gentle but firm pressure. Aster felt the tip of it slip in, and he squealed, trying to pull away.

"Hold still," she ordered, and Aster felt his shoulders tighten as he fought the urge to move. He could feel the suppository sliding deeper, the coldness of it making him shiver. "Good boy," she said in a mocking tone, and the class erupted into laughter again.

Once the first suppository was fully inserted, Miss Jenkins wasted no time with the second one. She applied more pressure this time, and Aster could feel the cold, hard tip pushing past his sphincter, making him gasp. He clenched his teeth, willing the tears not to fall. He could feel the suppository sliding up, burning slightly inside him. His face was a deep shade of red, and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly.

"Good," Miss Jenkins said, her voice still eerily calm. "Now, I'll just hold these in for a while, okay?" Her finger remained deep in his anus, keeping the suppositories in place.

Aster's body tensed, his eyes watering with the effort of not moving. The room was still, the laughter had died down to a low murmur as everyone watched in anticipation of his reaction. He could feel the two suppositories deep inside him. It was a feeling he never wanted to experience again.

"Miss Jenkins," one of the students, a boy named Marcus, called out, "Maybe we should just start giving him these every morning in the dorms. You know, to keep an eye on his health." The room exploded with laughter again, and Aster felt his face burn even hotter. He wished he could shrink into nothingness and escape the humiliation.

Miss Jenkins' finger remained lodged inside him, the pressure unrelenting. "Hmm, that's not a bad idea," she said, her voice filled with a dark amusement that made Aster's stomach churn. "What do you think, Aster? Would you like to be our little class guinea pig?"

The classroom erupted in a new round of laughter, and Aster's cheeks burned with embarrassment. He felt the tears threatening to spill over again, but he bit his lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction. "No, Miss Jenkins," he managed to croak."

Miss Jenkins nodded, her finger still in his ass. "I understand that you're embarassed." She wiggled her finger inside him, making him moan pitifully. "But getting medicine every day would surely make you feel better. Since you are so sick," She mocked sarcastically.

The class watched in amazement as Aster's body tensed and his breathing grew heavy. He knew he had to say something, to save face. "Miss Jenkins," he began, his voice shaky, "I... I was lying. I'm not really sick." The room went quiet, the only sound was the rustling of someone shifting in their chair and the occasional cough to cover a giggle.

Miss Jenkins raised an eyebrow, her finger still lodged in his ass. "Is that so?" she said, her tone one of mock surprise. "Well, it seems we've learned something about honesty today." Aster felt a wave of relief wash over him, hoping she would stop now. But Miss Jenkins wasn't done with him yet.

"Since you're feeling well enough to lie," she began, "I'm sure you're well enough to take your punishment." She withdrew her finger with a wet pop, making him flinch. She stepped aside to reveal a wooden paddle with holes drilled into it, resting on her desk. "You've been a naughty boy, Aster. It's time for your spanking."

Aster's heart sank. He hadn't anticipated this. He'd only wanted to avoid getting into trouble, not end up with his pants down in front of everyone. "Miss Jenkins, please," he begged, "I didn't mean it, I'll be good."

"I'm sure you will," she said, her voice cold. "But first, you need to learn a lesson about lying." She picked up the paddle and tapped it against her palm, the sound echoing through the silent room.

Aster felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he looked over his shoulder at the paddle. It was a thing of nightmares, a tool of discipline that he never thought he'd experience firsthand. "Miss Jenkins," he pleaded, his voice shaking, "I swear I'll be good." He pushed himself to standing straight again and tried to reach for his trousers while begging.

But she was too quick for him. With a swift move, she stepped around the desk and slapped his hands away. "Not yet," she said, her voice cold and firm. "You're going to learn your lesson. Or do you want to keep your classmates waiting?"

The room was silent, all eyes on the drama unfolding. Aster felt the heat of their gazes on his bare ass, and he knew he had no escape. His cheeks clenched involuntarily together at the idea of being seen getting a spanking like a misbehaved child.

Miss Jenkins stepped back and took a firm grip on his waist. "Bend back over," she said, her voice like steel. Aster felt his legs wobble with fear and embarrassment as he obeyed. The firm wood of the paddle pressed against his skin, and he swallowed a whimper.

The first spank landed with a loud smack, the pain making him jolt forward. The students watched with a mix of glee and horror as Miss Jenkins brought the paddle down again and again, each hit reverberating through the classroom. Aster's ass turned from pale to pink, then to a deep shade of red that matched the embarrassment burning in his cheeks. He couldn't hold back the little yelps and cries that escaped him with every strike, his dignity shattered with each blow.

"Miss Jenkins, please," he begged, his voice high-pitched and desperate, "I'm sorry, I won't lie again!" The class snickered at his pathetic pleas, some whispering about how much he deserved this.

"Oh, I know you won't," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised the paddle again. "But we can't have you forgetting this little lesson, can we?"

The next spank was harder than the last, the sting setting Aster's nerves alight. The room was a sea of smirks and giggles, the sound of the paddle meeting his skin the only thing louder than the thumping of his heart. Miss Jenkins had a rhythm to her punishment, alternating between his cheeks, making sure every inch of his ass felt the sting.

"Look at him squirm," someone whispered, and Aster felt the heat in his face as the class watched his bare ass jiggle with each smack. He could hear the whispers of his classmates, their words like knives. "Miss, can we take turns? His ass looks like it was made for spanking," one of them joked, and the class erupted into laughter again. Aster clenched his fists, willing himself not to break down completely.

"Keep it up, Miss Jenkins," another student said, their voice filled with glee. "His bubble butt looks so good in red!" The room echoed with snickers and chuckles, and Aster felt like dying of embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks burning with the same intensity as the sting of the paddle, the pain seeming to radiate from his ass to every inch of his body.

"Be careful what you say," she warned the other students without taking her eyes off of Aster's red ass, "Or you might end up next to him with your pants down. Do you want that?"

The room grew quiet again, the laughter dying down as they wondered if she would follow through. Aster took a shaky breath, his eyes stinging with tears. "I'm sorry, Miss," he whispered, using the moment of her being cross with someone else.

Miss Jenkins' gaze remained on Aster's trembling form, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "You will receive ten more," she said firmly, "and if I ever catch you lying again, the next round won't be so lenient."

Aster's breath hitched as he felt the paddle connect with his skin again, the pain searing through him like a white-hot iron. He gritted his teeth, determined not to give his classmates the satisfaction of hearing him wail. The room was a blur of faces, all watching with varying degrees of amusement and sympathy as Miss Jenkins delivered the punishment. Had he had the capacity, he maybe would have laughed at this being called "lenient". He wouldn't be able to sit for a week.

The next few smacks were swift and precise, each one sending a bolt of agony through his body. His cheeks jiggled with the impact, turning a darker shade of red with every hit. Aster's eyes watered, and his legs trembled, but he remained in place, his hands braced against the desk. The anticipation of each strike was almost worse than the pain itself.

For the last smack, Miss Jenkins pulled his left cheek away from the right and brought the paddle down right onto the cleft.

"Ah, Fuck!" Aster yelped, his eyes watering and his knees buckling slightly. The pain was intense, the sting spreading through his entire body, and he knew he couldn't hold back anymore., He felt the tears s lip down his face as he tried to stand tall.

Miss Jenkins set the paddle down with a final thud. "Now, pull your pants up," she said, her voice still cold. "And remember, lying has consequences." Aster reached back and tugged at his underwear, wincing as the fabric brushed against his tender skin. He pulled up his trousers, trying to cover himself as quickly as possible. His classmates watched in silence, some smiling, others looking away in awkwardness.

Quickly, he made his way to his seat and ssank down with a whince. From behind him he heard "Since spankings seem to work so well with you, I think we'll give you a taste of that when you annoy us in the hall."

Miss Jenkins ignored the comment and turned to the blackboard to continue the lesson. The room remained still for a moment, the tension lingering like a thick fog. Then, one by one, the students began to murmur, passing notes and sharing glances, the whispers of "Did you see Aster's face?" and "What a little baby" spreading like wildfire.