College Discipline by Kim Acton Page A

however you spend entirely too much of your time avoiding study and wasting time with social activities."
    Heather wanted to display her willingness to admit her mistakes, "I agree," she offered.
    He was terse. "I'm not interested in whether you agree with my observations and assessments. Do you understand?"
    Heather was taken aback, "Yes, fine. Mister...what shall I call you?" she asked respectfully.
    "You may call me Professor," he said, then continued, "Your problem is you lack any self-discipline. In such cases, you must acquire discipline from an outside source. That is my function. I will see to it that you study properly and that your grades improve. I am not part of the college faculty, I operate independently. My methods are simple but well proven. You will visit me at the frequency I require and during our visits you will you will be spanked. Is that clear to you, Heather?"
    She didn't know what to say. His ad said corporal discipline and she assumed it would mean something physical but she somehow hoped it would be easy. "I guess it's clear. So, like, you would spank me on my jeans, or what?" she asked, trying to sound businesslike and not frightened.
    "No, not on your jeans, Heather. It will be on your bare behind. And it won't always be with my hand. It might be a paddle or leather belt or another implement I deem necessary," he informed her.
    Heather wasn't sure he was serious. His proposal sounded so bold it took her by surprise. "So, you would see my bare ass and spank it with your hand or a belt? Are you serious? That's how this works?"
    The Professor sighed audibly, "First of all, how this works, to use your phrase, is that you will become both disciplined and motivated to improve your grades. That really is the only matter with which you need be concerned, as it is the objective you seek. Secondly, in order for it to work you must have a sense of dread in the alternative to improving yourself. In this case, you will dread our discipline sessions. To ensure that you dread them they need to be, shall we say, uncomfortable to you. And they need to be both physically uncomfortable and emotionally uncomfortable.   Do you follow that so far?"
    "Yes, Professor," she answered.
    "Fine. Then you will understand that to make you emotionally uncomfortable you will not only expose your bottom to view, you will be completely naked during your discipline. The more that embarrasses you, the better. To ensure you are physically uncomfortable you will be spanked or strapped quite hard. You can expect to have temporary marks on your behind and to be quite sore, I assure you. Is that clear to you, Heather?"
    "Yes, Professor, it is. I just didn't expect this to be exactly how you would help me," she said.
    "If you want drastic changes in the outcome of your grades you have to make drastic changes in what you do to achieve those grades. Partying and socializing haven't helped you and they remain unlikely to help you. Strict discipline is obviously what you need." The Professor paused to let his words sink in, then informed her of something she didn't consider. "You haven't asked me what this service will cost," he said.
    Heather responded out of common reflex, "Honestly, I'm broke. I barely have money for food these days and if I lose my tuition assistance I'm sunk. I really have no way to pay you."
    "You will pay me with your mouth." The room went totally silent.
    "W...what? How?" stammered Heather.
    "You heard me. It told you I was not affiliated with the college. I am also not doing this for the good of my health. I offer students in your position an important and valuable service and I am paid for it. You will pay me with your mouth. You will perform oral sex on me when I ask you to. You may make use of my services for as much or as little time as you choose but you will always pay for my time and attention by satisfying me with fellatio."
    Heather blushed and continued to stammer, "I...I don't. I don't know if I can do