College Discipline by Kim Acton

College Discipline

College Discipline

    Kim Acton

    Copyright © 2011 Kim Acton. All rights reserved.  
    The moral right of the author has been asserted.

    This story is based upon real events. The names and other details have been changed. Any similarities to persons living or deceased is accidental and coincidental.

    This ebook in intended for audiences 18 years of age and older. It contains scenes and descriptions of an overtly sexual and explicit nature.

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    The Mysterious Professor
    Heather absentmindedly turned the pages of the campus newspaper. She couldn't concentrate on what she was reading due to her worry about flunking two classes in the semester and driving her GPA below the level where she qualified for her scholarships and financial aid. She could feel desperation seize her as she tried to think of some way to get her hands around the problem and boost her grades on her exams later that month.
    That's when her eyes caught an unusual classified advertisement in the back pages of the newspaper:
      "Bad Grades? Do you lack the motivation and discipline to study hard and improve your grades? Strict corporal discipline could be the answer for you."
    The ad contained an e-mail address and the name "The Professor." Heather read the ad three times before she set down the paper, gulped the remainder of her orange juice and hurried off to her day of classes. What was waiting for her was not pleasant. Her world history professor had just posted grades online for the test she wrote the week before. It was bad.  
    Her afternoon class in medical biology brought more grim news; another low grade that threatened her financial aid. By the time her school day was over Heather was in tears. When she got back to her dorm room she studied the ad in the paper for a few minutes, reading it again and again. She sent an e-mail to the address explaining her situation and was surprised to receive an answer with five minutes.
    The email said;
    It's possible that I can help you. Come to this address this evening at 8PM sharp.  
      The address was an upscale condo building bordering the campus, an easy ten minute walk from Heather's dorm. She figured she'd go talk to the guy and determine whether he could help. She worried about what sort of discipline he had in mind and how she would pay for his service. In fact, she worried about everything related to the whole idea, but mostly she worried about flunking two credits and having to quit college altogether. That's what impelled her to keep her appointment.
      She knocked on the door promptly at eight o'clock and it was answered by a well dressed, very handsome man in his late thirties who appeared trim and fit. His wire-rim glasses and corduroy jacket gave him the classic look of person who spent his life in the academic world.
    "I assume you are Heather. Please take a seat in the living room. I'll be with you in a moment," he said.
    Heather was impressed with the decor. Of course, she'd become used to her friend's dorms and apartment's which were invariably filled with crappy hand me downs and mismatched discarded furniture. This home was sumptuously decorated with dark, polished mahogany bookshelves and leather furniture. She took a seat on the end of a sofa, crossed her legs and did her best to not look nervous.
    Her host returned to the room and took a seat directly across from her. Before he said a word he looked her up and down slowly then began to ask her several questions, "What is your major? What classes are you failing? How many hours do you devote to study? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you party often with friends?"
    Heather stammered answers to his onslaught of questions. His skill as an interrogator enabled him to swiftly identify her problem. "Heather, you know how to study properly and you know where to get answers to the areas for which you require more explanation. In short, you have the means and opportunity to remediate the issue with your low grades,