Jody anxiously walked down the hall to her grad advisor’s office. It was her routine biweekly Friday afternoon meeting with Prof Ross but lately her work effort had been remiss and she knew her commitment, diligence and focus would be a subject of today’s discussion. She really liked her advisor and hated to disappoint him and was truly worried about the scolding.

She knew he high standards for his students and her recent work effort and product had been sorely deficient. She recalled a meeting they had a few months earlier when a call from his daughter had interrupted their discussion. The girl was a college junior at another school and had called as she was coming home for the weekend. Jody had inferred from one side of the conversation that the girl had made a huge transgression of some sort.

“Everything okay,” she had asked when Prof Ross ended the call.

“Just the usual father/daughter stuff,” he replied. “She called to tell me she’d gotten a C on one of her mid-terms.”

“Ouch,” Jody had replied, not actually meaning physical pain.

“Exactly,” he had replied. “She’s gonna have a tough time sitting for the next few days after I get home tonight.”

The mental image of her advisor spanking his college-aged daughter had made Jody’s own bottom tingle. Since then she had frequently fantasized about being disciplined by him. Despite the age difference, she found him very attractive and the notion of being spanked by him was a very stimulating and an on-going fantasy of hers.

Today, however, she was concerned about being let go from his research group and the impact that would have on progress towards her degree. She knocked softly on his door and heard him call, “Come in.” The meeting began as she feared with a review of missed deadlines, miscues due to her lack of focus and a discussion of her commitment to the group and the project. He even voiced the question of whether she was really a good fit for the group anymore.

“I’m really sorry that I’ve been distracted lately and that my work has suffered. I know my work has been substandard and I want to make it up to you,” Jody offered.

“How can I rely on you going forward?” he asked. “I need to know that I can depend upon your work and leadership. The rest of the group looks to you for guidance and if you’re slacking-off, the entire team is impacted.”

“Perhaps I need some tangible consequences for my recent behavior and hopefully that will convince you that I am committed to the project and won’t let you down again...” Jody suggested.

“Tangible consequences?” Prof Ross inquired not getting the gist of Jody’s suggestion.

“Like your daughter got when she tanked the mid-term,” Jody clarified.

“Hmm,” he considered. “Do you really appreciate what you’re suggesting? It’s not a light-hearted matter”

“I do understand. I was hoping that it would demonstrate to you my remorse and motivate me to stay on-track in the future,” Jody offered.

Prof Ross paused and then asked “You’re sure? It’s gonna be two dozen hard strokes with my belt on your bare bottom.” Jody nodded and he opened a drawer and retrieved a sheet of paper. Jody watched as he made some notations and then pushed the page across the desk to her. It was a form titled Corporal Punishment Agreement. He had filled in the date, added his name as provider and signed, then listed Jody as recipient. He had circled ‘strap’ in a list of implements and written in ‘24’ in the Swats/Strokes box. Jody gulped at the notion of what she was agreeing to and signed the form.

Prof Ross came around his desk and Jody reflexively stood. He moved the visitor’s chair out of the way and pointed at the desk. “Face the desk,” he instructed. “Jeans and panties down. Feet shoulder width apart, then bend over and grasp the opposite edge. Don’t break position or the stroke doesn’t count.” Jody undid her jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh, then hesitantly slid her panties off, as well. The wide stance would leave little unseen she thought as she bent over the desk and grabbed hold. She shivered as she heard her advisor unbuckle his belt. “Count these,” he instructed. She heard a soft whoosh and then a loud crack an instant before the searing pain registered in her brain. “Yeeeowww! One!” she shrieked and almost let go of the side. She gripped the edge more tightly as the successive strokes bit into her soft bottom. When she howled, “Twenty-four” she was sobbing and out of breath. She noticed the puddle of tears that had accumulated on the desk and slowly stood up. Her skin was almost blistered and it hurt just to pull her panties up and over her inflamed cheeks. She braced for an even sharper stab of pain and pulled her jeans up quickly. She turned and Prof Ross was holding a box of tissues for her to dry her eyes. “I hope you use this as a lesson going forward and it’s something we don’t have to repeat again,” he offered sympathetically. Jody nodded meekly and rubbed her throbbing bottom before picking up her bag and heading out the office door.

Later she was in her room and doffed her jeans for something looser and less uncomfortable. She lowered her panties and gasped at the colorful state of her bottom. As much as her bottom stung and probably would for the next few days, the experience of having her bare ass strapped by Prof Ross had been truly hot and arousing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to repeat it real soon but she might be inclined to intentionally misbehave again sometime to re-experience the oddly intoxicating feeling.