After several years of teaching at both high school and college level, Marcus had found what he felt was his dream job. He was head of the math department at a small all-girls college and part-time Dean of Faculty Development. The latter task supported current faculty and also involved recruiting and on-boarding. Through an odd twist of history, a minor part of the role - but also his favorite - was that this Dean was also disciplinary officer for upperclassmen. Mondays through Thursdays of each week, an hour at the end of the day was reserved for this duty. Occasionally, the docket was empty but in most instances there was a queue and his admin, Terry, would usher them in, observe and document the punishments.

First today was Jill. She sat nervously in the visitor chair as Marcus reviewed her disciplinary action request. Her focus flitted between Marcus and the paddle laying on the credenza behind his desk. “Why are you here today, Jill?” he asked. The cause was fully outlined in the page he had just read but he usually wanted to hear the visitor recount the behavior that had landed them in this predicament.

“I’ve been late to work twice,” Jill pleaded, hoping for leniency. This was her first visit to the dean but the reputation of the Dean’s paddle was well-known to all students - even the ‘virgins’. “I’m really sorry, I was up very late studying and slept through my alarm,” she added. Many students had work-study as a part of their financial aid package and Jill’s job was the breakfast shift at the food service.

Marcus considered the offense and Jill’s contrite attitude. “I’m going to let you go with a warning today,” Marcus announced. Jill sighed in relief. “But make sure you’re on-time going forward. Next time, you’ll get swats,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” Jill replied and Terry led her out and called-in the next two visitors - Charlotte and Leti. School rules required students to maintain at least a C average in each class or face disciplinary action. A previous dean had established the practice that when a student’s grade dipped low, they pay him a visit for a strongly-worded warning. After that, until their grades rose above the C threshold, they would revisit him every two weeks for swats. Marcus had enthusiastically continued that tradition. This was the second visit for each girl and they were visibly nervous knowing what was in-store. This rule was definitely the most common reason that Marcus’s paddle saw action, and grade point offenders on any given day were typically handled as a group. Terry directed the process for Marcus to apply the paddle to each girls bare tush. She pointed at Charlotte, “Toes on the tape, bottom bare. Bend over and hands on your knees.” The girl stepped to the line of painter’s tape on the floor and glanced at Marcus and then back at Terry before shrugging down her stretch pants and panties.

Once in position, Marcus tapped the paddle against her bare bottom and instructed, “Stay in position or the swat doesn’t count,” then drew back and gave Charlotte’s bottom three quick and quite hard swats.

“Your turn,” Terry noted to Leti as Charlotte shuffled away, gingerly pulling her pants over her stinging bottom. Marcus repeated the process on Leti’s proffered target and then Terry escorted the girls out and invited the final visitors of the afternoon - Kate and Lynn - into the office.

Kate’s history midterm had been a word-for-word replica of Lynn’s and two were facing the most grave of offenses at the school - violation of the honor code. Marcus briefly scolded them over this behavior and then nodded to Terry. “Lynn, you’re first. Stand with your toes against the desk, uncover your bottom and bend over holding onto the opposite side of the desk. Don’t let go or the swat is repeated. You will count these and the Dean will wait until we hear your count before applying the next.”

Lynn approached the desk and assumed the position. Marcus gave her bottom a light tap and then a home-run swing. Cheating usually earned the recipient ten swats and a well-bruised bottom. Marcus felt a bit sorry for Lynn. She had a lithe physique while her friend Kate was voluptuous with a bit more padding to absorb the energy of the swats. The paddle nearly bounced off Lynn’s tight buns and she cried out. She paused a moment and then sobbed, “One.” Lynn paced the punishment with her counts, taking well over a full minute to receive the ten swats. It was then Kate’s turn to present her round bottom for the paddle. She wanted to conclude the event more quickly and wailed the count immediately after the impact. The result was two very contrite young women with well-bruised bottoms that would remain sore for days to come.

When both Kate and Lynn had regained a bit of composure and dried their tears, Terry ushered them out. She was about to follow them out the door when Marcus asked, “How’s that faculty retention report coming along.”

Terry paused, then replied, “It’s not quite done. I will work on it tonight and have it ready in the morning.”

“It was due today at noon, right?” Marcus asked. Terry nodded and shut the door. She approached the desk, bent over and hiked her skirt over her hips. Marcus approached her magnificent bottom and slowly pealed-down her panties. He gave her bare cheeks three hard swats and then set the paddle on the desk. Terry heard him unzip and reached between her legs to guide him inside her. He lasted longer than either expected and as he thrust animalistically, Terry felt her own tide rising and then the fantastic waves of an orgasm pulse through her body. Almost simultaneously, Marcus withdrew and came himself on her ass. He slowly pulled her panties up over her sticky cheeks and gave her bottom a playful swat with his hand.

A few minutes later, Terry sat at her desk, reveling in the sensation of a stinging and tacky bottom, as she worked on the report. The finishing touches only took about thirty minutes but she seriously considered that in the morning she would tell Marcus it was still incomplete to provoke a few follow-up swats and maybe some more spunk. She might be in the minority but a spanking and a mouthful of cum was, for her, the perfect way to start the day.