For an agonizing five days, Cat awaited her punishment. Every day, she expected the dean to appear behind her at a meal, summon her to his office for examination. Interrupt one of her classes, summon her to his office for examination. Come knocking on her dormitory room door, summon her to his office for examination. She had nightmares about it every single night between Sunday and Friday.

By Friday, she was so certain that she was going to be subjected to an examination that she just decided to forgo with underwear for the day. No point in putting it on, she was certainly going to be removing it by 12:05 in the dean’s study. She trembled as she waited for the red light and buzzer outside in his atrium, and when the flash of light and blaring alarm signaled her fate, she visibly shook as she walked her way inside the study.

Except the table wasn’t turned out. The dean was seated at his desk, a hurt(?!) look on his face, he watched her every move and step as she slowly, anxiously, made her way to where he sat.

“Catherine,” he said solemnly, as she stood opposite side of his desk from where he sat. He didn’t say anything further.

Cat just stared back at him, awaiting direction or for him to announce her lesson for the day. The two of them studied one another for the span of an entirely silent minute. Two.

Finally, the dean cleared his throat and he rose from his chair, stood to his full height and began to make his way around the desk. Cat remained motionless where she stood, staring straight ahead, she wouldn’t - couldn’t - challenge him in a battle of wits now. She felt like she was about to crumble apart from the inside out from the anxiety of awaiting her punishment for the past week.

“Your patron reported you for deviance last Sunday,” he said in a deathly calm cadence as he came to stand behind Cat. He didn’t touch her, but she could feel him next to and behind her. The heat from his body radiated off of him, she could hear his breath - so loudly, it seemed - in her ear, she braced herself for a strike and had no idea if it would actually come or not.

“Sir?” How was she supposed to respond to that? Agree? Affirm that she’d done something she wasn’t supposed to have done? She had no idea if he knew the details.

“Is it true?” He asked, taking a step closer to where she stood. She could really feel the heat of him now. She felt like if she even swayed in the slightest, her body would collide with his.

“Sir,” she thought over how to twist an answer to the question, “what constitutes deviance?”

That earned her an immediate and swift spank from behind. She lurched forward as his hand made contact with her bottom, but she quickly righted herself and steadied herself with a deep breath.

“Catherine,” his voice was low, dangerous. “Did you engage in deviance?”

“Sir. What constitutes deviance?” She challenged again. She wouldn’t admit to it if she didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t as if August had fucked her against the tree in the woods, after all.

Again, another spank. This one harder. She made a grunting noise as the dean’s hand hit her from behind, but otherwise stayed silent. He wanted her answer.

“Catherine,” this time she got a swat to the back of the head, her ears ringing in its wake. “Did. You. Engage. In. Deviance?” Each word was violently punctuated to drive home the point.

But Cat still remained silent. She even shrugged. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder to try and catch the dean’s eye. She didn’t want to find out what sort of look he might be giving her.

“Bend over the desk, Catherine,” he dictated. She paused. This was new. She’d never been doled out punishment at the desk. He’d never really even spanked her all that often. She knew she got fewer than other girls at the college, in her house.

“Sir?” She questioned and, no surprise, was immediately answered with another hard spank at her backside. She reluctantly bent forward at the waist, pressed her forearms against the desk in front of her and awaited whatever might come next.

She certainly didn’t expect him to lift her skirt up above her waist. She didn’t expect the harsh, hard and violent series of spankings that he threw down upon each side of her bare ass. She counted ten on each side.

And she definitely didn’t expect the slip of his fingers between her thighs, teasing up into the most intimate spot between her legs. Fuck. She should have worn underwear after all today. She let out a desperate gasp of surprise when she felt the tip of his finger penetrate inside of her body. And then she almost cried out when she felt another one of his fingers unexpectedly and painfully press up into her asshole.

“Sir!?”

“Catherine, did you engage in deviance?” He demanded, fingers inside both of her private entrances. She could have sworn he pushed the finger inside of her asshole in just a bit further as he asked the question.

“Sir!” She gasped as the finger inside of her vagina pushed in just a bit further as well. “I… I don’t know! What is deviance?!”

Another hard spank and she almost moaned as his fingers slipped inside of her just that much further.

”Your patron caught you in the woods with August Rogers,” the dean replied, far too evenly, far too calmly, as he manipulated his fingers inside of Cat’s body. She wanted to writhe away from his touch, squirm underneath it. This was violating, uncomfortable, but also carried such a similar feeling to the other week when he had forced her to orgasm in class. He turned his hand and her knees buckled.

“I saw…” she gasped, “we saw each other, yes.”

She heard an exasperated sigh behind her, “And WHAT were the two of you doing out there alone in the woods on St. Mary’s property?” The finger inside of her vagina curled, pulling at her painfully, but then the dean touched - stroked? - something inside of her and she saw stars. She gasped and curled her fingers against the table top, fighting off her own body’s betrayal.

“Sir! My virginity!” His fingers were so large, surely he didn’t want to risk further tearing of her hymen?! He’d been so obsessed about it for months now, surely he wasn’t going to jeopardize it over an alleged report of deviance.

Unless. Did he think that she and August had been caught having sex in the woods?!? No. Absolutely not. She would have been examined on Sunday evening - for sure - if that had been the case.

A second finger began to push its way inside of her asshole and she bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out.

“What. Did. You. Do?” He threw the weight of his own body against the back of hers and she slumped forward, her chest making contact with the top of the desk as he speared her with his fingers from behind. Pushed into her to demonstrate a point.

“We kissed!” She squeaked. She felt the brush of a thumb against her clit and she nearly rocketed back up onto her feet, but the dean had her trapped between himself and his desk. She moaned as he continued to manipulate her from the inside of her body. She closed her eyes tight and tried to return to those woods, with August, but no matter how hard she tried to conjure up that image in her mind, August’s face kept getting replaced with the dean’s. She whimpered as she felt the twist of his fingers and another brush at her clit. Oh god, he was going to make her orgasm right here, wasn’t he?!

”Patrons rarely report deviance for something as benign as kissing,” he said it so conversationally, it shocked Cat back to some semblance of reality. She didn’t like that one bit.

“Sir!” She pleaded.

“You’re very aroused, Catherine,” the dean pointed out, as he withdrew the finger from her vagina. She just let out a quiet pleading noise to that comment. She couldn’t even begin to understand why she would be. “Stand up.” With difficulty, she did, and as she did, his fingers left her body entirely. She exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief.

“An examination is necessary,” he indicated. Relief short-lived, then. Her heart sank to her feet and she froze in place where she stood as she heard the dean’s footsteps behind her walk across to the other side of the room to reveal the examination table.

She refused to turn around, refused to look at the scene sliding into place on the opposite side of the room behind her. She had the most peculiar feeling between her legs and sitting in her lower belly. No way she was aroused - how could she be?! She heard the dean say her name from behind her. She took a deep, steadying breath, drew herself up to her full height and went to join him on the other side of the room.

She could do this. She'd done it before, surely it was going to happen again sooner or later. She'd done nothing wrong, at least not as far as she was concerned. She couldn't control the way she felt or the way her body responded when August was so close to her.

“What happened, Catherine?” The dean asked her one more time as she stood in front of him, in front of the table. “Why were you reported for deviance?”

“I told you,” she replied coldly, “we kissed.” And he maybe slipped a hand under her skirt and pressed her up against the tree. Not like the dean would ever find any evidence of either of these things. Unless there were cameras in the woods. She supposed she shouldn't rule out the possibility.

The dean shrugged and slammed his palm down on the exam table, “Hop on up then, let's see if you're telling me the truth.”

Her heart skipped a beat despite the fact that she knew exactly what was about to happen to her this time. She reluctantly eased herself up and sat herself at the edge of the table. Waited uneasily as the dean retrieved the stirrups from somewhere behind her and made a big show of screwing them into the edges of the table while Cat sat and watched.

“One more chance Catherine,” the dean said as he came to stand between Cat’s knees and pressed down on both of them, practically challenging her as he leaned in close to her face, “Why were you reported for deviance?”

”My answer is unchanged, sir,” she said flatly. Something flared in his eyes and he shoved her forcefully backwards with a push at both of her shoulders and she rocketed back into a lying down position, taken by surprise by the harsh action.

He didn’t prompt her to move on her own. Instead, he grabbed her left foot, lifted it high and placed it in the stirrup. Did the same with her right foot, then shoved her skirt up around her waist, baring her privates to him. Despite her own trepidation and fear about what he might do to her THIS time, she practically rolled her eyes as she lay on the cold metal table and stared up at the ceiling. She mentally rehearsed the motions that he had put her through last time. Touch, prod, poke, finger, move it around a bit, she’d be out of here in minutes.

But he didn’t touch her. She watched as he walked around the table and heard the loud creak of one of the cabinets somewhere on the wall behind her opening. With a shocking and startling CLANG and THUD something large was dropped on the table next to her.

“I’m going to need to take an extra precautionary measure with this examination, Catherine, to ensure you don’t injure yourself.”

THAT didn’t sound reassuring. Not one bit. Before she could even begin to think to ask what he might be doing, the dean positioned a large leather strap over and across Cat’s belly. She inhaled a sharp intake of breath as the strap was tightened somewhere under the table and she was rendered immobile where she lay.

“Two more for your legs,” he said as he deftly wound a strap around her left leg, securing it to the metal pole holding her legs in the air.

“Sir?!” Her eyes were frantic as she watched him secure her right leg with the same heavy, wide strap as the left side. He stepped back, grinned as if he was pleased with himself, and focused his gaze between her legs. She tested her strength against her restraints, but she was essentially completely immobile. Any movement upwards, further down the table, or an attempt to move her legs was met with immediate resistance, if not outright pain as the strap held her torso down to the table underneath her.

“Clever boys can figure out ways to circumvent a girls’ virginity,” the dean said evenly as he retrieved something that Cat couldn’t see from the table beside where she lay. “And August Rogers seems to me to be a very clever boy.”

“Sir?!” She had no idea what he was talking about. Was terrified by where this examination might be headed. How could anyone circumvent her virginity?! Either she was or she wasn’t. Either her hymen was still intact or it wasn’t, and she couldn’t think of anything that she would have done since the last time she was put in this position that would change its current state.

“Let’s see, we didn’t go any larger than an A last time?” He thought out loud as he returned to stand between her legs. “Deep breath, Catherine, this will be cold…”

She gasped sharply as the metal rod was inserted inside of her vagina. Relentlessly, he pushed it all the way inside of her until it stopped at something with a sharp and painful cramp in her belly. She groaned involuntarily and tried to move her legs to no avail.

“Painful?” The dean prompted. Cat nodded mutely, hoping her silence would lead to a speedy withdrawal. Except, he didn’t make any move to remove the metal from inside of her.

Instead, she watched in horror as he leaned in between her legs, loomed over her restrained body, and grabbed another metal something from the table tray next to her.

”We’ll start with six this time,” he said, almost to himself, as he resumed his place between her legs. She wanted to jump back as she felt a cold, wet touch at her back entrance. The touch of the dean’s finger was quickly replaced with a wide metal something that began to painfully push its way inside of her body.

“Sir!” She cried out as the metal rod stretched her impossibly tight sphincter muscles. She whimpered as the cold penetrated her body and tried to writhe against it, but she was strapped down too tight. She was completely immobile where she lay, desperately trying to comprehend why the dean sticking something so large up her butt could possibly prove (or disprove) her deviance.

“How do you feel, Catherine?” The dean asked as he held a firm hand against the two metal rods imbedded inside of her body. Her belly roiled in protest, and once again, she had the feeling that she would split in two from the bottom up.

“Sir… it hurts,” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as her toes flexed at nothing from where they sat in the stirrups. “I just… I only kissed him!” She began to cry in earnest, tears cresting her eyelids and falling down her temples and cheeks. “I just… I don’t…why?!” She choked on a sob and covered her face with her hands in shame.

As she lay there crying, she felt the metal withdraw from her vagina. She lowered her hands from her face and dared to open her eyes to look into the face of the dean, still standing between her legs. His face had changed. Completely. He looked so… sorry?! Apologetic?! It was so surprising, her tears stopped immediately, as if on command. She loudly sniffled and the dean returned his gaze between her open legs.

“How does it feel?” He asked as he pressed into the metal implement, still stuck inside of her ass.

She squeaked and shook her head rapidly back and forth. “It hurts! Please! Please, sir!”

He sighed and without any further questioning or preamble, he removed the implement from her body and she felt her entire body relax in its wake. She felt the strap around her middle loosen and release, and she shifted her upper body back and forth as she waited for the release of her legs.

“Catherine, have you ever heard of…” he paused, assessed her carefully, “Are you familiar with the concept of anal sex?”

She blinked in mute confusion a few times and ultimately shook her head “no”. The dean sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face, seemingly exasperated. He placed each of his hands on each of Cat’s knees, sighed again, and leaned in and over her.

“Sir?” His moods were impossible to parse and seemed to change at a moment’s notice. She literally had no idea in this moment if he was about to release her or… she couldn’t even fathom the alternative after having metal rods shoved up her vagina and anus.

“A few years ago, it was a very…popular pastime amongst our more devoutly religious, and devious, scholars. A smart way for a girl to keep her so-called purity intact while engaging in some questionably pleasurable activities with the opposite sex,” he explained.

Ok. And what did any of that have to do with her being in this situation currently?!

“This is…” he stopped and thought carefully about what to say next. Cat wished he’d release her legs. Her genitals still on full display to him made her nervous about what his next action might be if his mood violently shifted again.

“Sir. I’m not a deviant,” she protested. And surely he should know this by now?! She’d done literally everything he asked of her. He regularly told her that she was one of the top ranked scholars in the freshman class. She was clearly, at least she hoped it was clear, still a virgin!

“How did you meet up with August on St. Mary’s property?” He asked.

She shrugged, best she could while lying down, at least, “He was in the woods when we went skiing on Sunday. I’m not sure how he got there. But you know he has special protection. Special privileges, maybe?”

“I promise you, Mr. Rogers has no special privileges to be on the grounds of St. Mary’s unless it is by special invitation only. He had no such invitation this past weekend,” the dean countered.

“Then I don’t know, sir. Truly,” Cat said. “He likes me, I’m sure of that much, at least. I was behind the rest of the group. He intercepted me. Pulled me aside. Kissed me.” Maybe a little more, but again, there was no evidence so she could pretend it never happened in the first place.

“And then your patron caught the two of you together,” the dean murmured thoughtfully.

He unfastened Cat’s right leg and she quickly pulled it down to the table. It felt awkward to lay there one leg up and one down, but she welcomed the slight perception of modesty.

“And Mr. Rogers has made no further attempt at contact or…” he unfastened the left leg, “Or promise of further deviance? Interest in something that could result in expulsion for the both of you?”

Oh god. Cat had completely forgotten about the potential for expulsion.

”No sir. On all accounts,” she said as she pressed her knees tightly together. She couldn’t sit up yet - she felt too dizzy from everything that had just occurred. If she stood up, she was certain she would likely faint.

The dean seemed to notice this, “Do you need a moment, Catherine?”

“Maybe,” she said as she closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh.

“Take your time,” he said, “I need to go upstairs to the laboratory. You can let yourself out if you’re ready to leave before I return.”

“Thank you, sir,” she let her legs relax long in front of her. Took another deep, steadying breath. Anal sex… not in her lifetime.