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Doctoral Discipline Pt. 01

By: tom6432



Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432

This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish, if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.

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Chapter 1:

"Miss McLean... Miss Mclean... Miss Mclean!"

"Huh, what... oh sorry Professor Matthews."

"Did you enjoy your nap Miss McLean?" asked Professor Matthews with a smirk on his face?

"I'm really sorry Sir, it won't happen again," I said as I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. 

Ugh, still 30 minutes of class left. 

The bell rang and I leaned over to pack up my books. As I was placing my books in my bag I felt a hand rest firmly on my shoulder. "Miss McLean, I would like to see you in my office at the end of the day, say 4pm." I looked up at Professor Matthews, noticing his well muscled, firm body as my eyes worked their way up to his face. "Yes Professor, I will be there," I replied meekly. 

Today was the second time in the last week and a half that I had fallen asleep in Professor Matthews graduate level lipid biochemistry course. To top it off, I was pretty sure that I had failed, or almost failed, the last surprise quiz he had given us. My name is Madison McLean. I am a 28 year old graduate student, usually I get straight A's, but recently my marks have been slipping and my concentration waning slightly. Not much, but enough that I'm slightly worried I might not be able to retain my full scholarship if I don't shape up and get back on track. I had a pretty good feeling this meeting was not going to be very enjoyable for me. 

Professor Matthews, although young for a graduate level professor, was extremely demanding of what he expected from his students. He was always pushing his students to learn far beyond their own expectations of themselves. Professor Matthews was fully aware that I am typically a straight A student, so the proposal of this meeting had me quite worried. I had a couple of hours to kill before having to be at his office, so I spent the afternoon working on my research project, trying not to worry what the outcome might be. Before long 4pm had rolled around, so I left my desk and headed up one floor to Professor Matthew's office.

"Come in Miss McLean," said Professor Matthews as I knocked on the door. I entered his office and looked around. It was fairly small, filled with textbooks and papers, but everything was in order. He kept his office tidy and his desk was probably the neatest I had ever seen for a professor. He motioned for me to close the door, but did not invite me to sit. I stood in the middle of his office and waited as he appeared to be finishing something. After a few minutes he looked at me, it was a long, nerve racking stare. It was like he was looking straight through me. "What time were we supposed to meet Miss McLean?" he asked? I told him 4pm, to which his response was to point to his clock which now read 4:15. "You were late Madison." 

I began to open my mouth but he continued immediately "you seem to be falling behind with things right now Miss McLean. You have been falling asleep or daydreaming while in my lectures, you failed your last pop quiz and now you can't even show up to my office on time. You are typically an excellent student, and for whatever reason you have been falling behind. There is only one month left in the semester, and if you don't drastically pull up your mark in my class you may no longer be able to hold that scholarship of yours. This is a very serious situation Miss McLean."

I could do nothing but nod and say "yes Sir," when he had finished. My eyes had fallen to the floor; I was unable to even look into the eyes of my superior. I did not know what to do. I didn't know if I should try to explain myself, or if I should try to suggest some way of possibly fixing things. I figured there wasn't much point in explaining, there really wasn't much to say. I had no real excuse for my behavior. Instead, I just stood with my head lowered, eyes looking at my feet while I waited for him to speak again. I felt like a child being scolded by her Daddy not a 28 year old Ph.D. candidate. 

"Miss McLean, I have been thinking all day of a way to deal with your behavior. As you know, I do not accept mediocrity from my students, especially from students that typically receive straight A's. I have come up with a way that I believe we can solve this problem. It is a 2 part solution. First, you will be required to come to my office 3 times a week for supervised study sessions. These sessions will last an hour and a half, during which I will monitor you to ensure that you are spending time on my course material. Do you think this is reasonable Madison?" 

I nodded. 

"Good, then for the second part, you will be given specific assignments in order to gain extra credit. If you do these assignments without question or hesitation you will be awarded extra credit to help compensate for the credit you have already lost out on in the course. These assignments may not have anything to do with my class, and may involve doing jobs such as marking, editing, being my personal assistant to use as I see fit. If you decide not to go ahead with this second part for extra credit, the best mark you will be able to obtain in my class is a 70%, and that is only if you get 100% on all of the next assignments, tests and exams. If you agree to do what I ask of you, whatever that may be, without question or hesitation, you may even earn a mark in the 90th percentile. What do you think Miss McLean? Will you agree to this two part solution which will last the length of the rest of the semester?"

I couldn't see any way around this. It didn't seem that bad really, extra study sessions which weren't really extra sessions, they were just going to be in a different location with my professor watching. I could deal with that no problem. As for the other part, I could stoop to being his assistant for a month. Professors are always swamped with marking, writing papers, editing, research, etc. How bad could it be to help him out for a month? I thought about it all for a minute or two as he stared at me, that same stare as earlier that seemed to look right through me. There really wasn't much I could do to get out of it. I figured this was going to be a fairly easy way to make up for my mistakes and if it would allow me to keep my scholarship and GPA, then it was worth it. 

After a minute I looked up at Professor Matthews and said "Yes Professor Matthews, I will agree to supervised study sessions three times a week and to being your personal assistant for whatever you may need if there is a chance I won't end up in a huge mess in terms of my grades and financial status at the end of the semester. Thank you for allowing me a chance to make up for my recent behavior." 

He smiled. "Good, I want you here for your first study session at 3:30 sharp tomorrow. I suggest you be on time tomorrow Miss McLean."

I nodded, and thanked him as I left. After I got out of his office I took a deep breath and sighed, thankful that all I needed to do to make up for things was study and help him out a bit. 

Chapter 2:

The following day arrived, and after my classes were complete I prepared to see Professor Matthews. Arriving 5 minutes early I knocked on the door and heard the Professor say: "enter Miss McLean." I entered and stood in the center of the room about 3 feet from his desk as he continued to grade papers. In one corner of the room was a school desk similar to one often seen in high school. On top of the desk was a wooden hairbrush, which seemed odd, as well as a school girl's uniform.

After some 5 minutes the Professor finally looked up at me, and slowly came around to the front of his desk and leaned against it. "Now young lady lets go over a few of the rules. First, you will refer to me as Sir at all times when we are together. Second, I expect you here on time and ready to study. Third, you will use that desk to study and you will wear that school girl uniform including the school girl panties." I felt myself start to blush as I heard my Professor use the word panties, but I was also starting to get the feeling that there are more embarrassing things coming my way. "You may have a 10 minute study break half way through your study period. Lastly, any questions you may have you will raise your hand and I will acknowledge you. If you have to go to the rest room you will ask as follows: 'Sir may I go potty.' Is this clear young lady?"

I was in shock. He had to be kidding. He couldn't seriously think that I would agree to school girl uniforms and being treated like a little girl. I looked up at him, took a deep breath, and began to speak: "Professor Matthews, I don't think this is appropriate. You can't treat me like this. I am a doctoral student, not a school girl. I agreed to supervised study sessions, not to being the subject of some fantasy that you have." Immediately I had a feeling I had said something wrong, he looked furious.

"Miss McLean, you agreed to do whatever I ask of you for the rest of the semester. That means that you have no say in anything and you will do exactly as you are told, without hesitation. If you disagree and renege on our little arrangement, you will not pass my class with a mark good enough to keep your scholarship. I suggest you very quickly accept the predicament you are in and do exactly as I tell you to do." 

With that he said no more but continued to stare at me. After a few minutes he asked "do we still have an agreement Miss McLean?" He watched me nod my head yes, my eyes fixated on the floor to avoid his stare. "Very good young lady, but when you are asked a question I expect you to answer properly, so let us try this again. "Do we still have an agreement Miss McLean?" This time I did not hesitate, looked up at him and quietly but firmly answered "yes Sir."

As he walked back around to his desk chair he ordered me to get changed. I walked towards what was now to be my desk, placed my book bag on the floor and picked up the pile of clothes. I began to walk towards the office door and froze in my tracks when I heard him say "where do you think you are going Missy?" I stumbled over my words for a minute and eventually managed to say "to get changed Professor, the bathroom is just across the hall." He laughed and said "you will not leave this office without permission young lady. I have already made it clear that you need permission to go to the potty. However, you do not have permission to leave my office at the current time, so I suggest you hurry up and get changed." 

I couldn't see any way around this situation, so I placed the outfit back on the desk in the corner of the room, turned so my back was to him, and began to get changed. I tried to do it as quick as possible, hoping he wasn't able to see much other than my bare bottom as I changed into the horrible white cotton school girl panties. I pulled on the plaid skirt, which was way shorter than would have been allowed in any school. It barely covered my backside and I was sure he would be able to see the panties easily. Next I changed out of my t-shirt and into the white button-up blouse. It also was small, pressing firmly against my breasts leaving nothing to the imagination. I slipped on the white knee-high socks and the black Mary Jane heeled shoes. I looked ridiculous, standing in front of my professor in a school girl uniform, my bottom peaking out of the back of the skirt and my breasts pushing hard against the buttons of the shirt. He smiled, told me to sit at my desk and get to work. "Pull up your skirt and sit on your undies Missy."

As I sat at the desk on my panties, I noticed again that a wooden hairbrush was there. He must have seen me look at it because he said at almost the same time "naughty little girls get spanked with that." He had an evil looking grin on his face as he said it. I felt my face flush and moved it to the corner of the desk so I could spread out my books. I tried so hard to focus on my books, but I could see him looking at me every once in a while, and I was sure he was getting a fairly good view of me from underneath the desk. I tried several times to pull the skirt hem down, trying to cover myself up as much as possible, but it just wouldn't work. I was fidgeting a fair amount because I was uncomfortable not only with the outfit but also with the situation in general. About half way through the study session I heard him clear his throat and say "Would you like a 10 minute study break young lady?" 

Remembering that I was not allowed to simply nod my head I replied "Yes Professor". He grinned again, it was that evil looking grin and it made my stomach tie up into knots. "Very well, stand in front of my desk and bring your hairbrush with you." I complied and did exactly as I was told, although I could feel how red my face was turning, both in embarrassment and anger. "Now young lady, you have been a very bad girl these last few weeks and its time we did something to fix that. I am a firm believer that a good backside tanning is key to an attitude adjustment. You have also broken rules since you came into my office today by calling me professor instead of Sir as you were ordered to do. For that you are going to get an additional 10 swats to your backside. I think we will do those first and then I will decide how many you deserve for your overall bad behavior."

"When was the last time you were spanked for your bad behavior, young lady?" he asked me. I could feel my face blush from embarrassment, as I never have been asked such a question. "Never Sir, as far as I can remember." I answered slowly. "Hmmm no wonder you are having this problem." He stated as if it was as clear as day. "Clearly, you have trouble with authority figures and because you have such a brilliant mind you have been allowed to get away with things for a long time. My solution is to treat you as a child until I see an improvement in your attitude and then we may move on to more adult things but for right now I intend to spank your bare bum, Missy."

I could feel my face flush at the scolding and I noticed the slightest tear forming in my eye. I was determined not to cry and to remain stoic when I heard the next command. "Hand me the hairbrush young lady and get the straight-backed chair in front of the desk." I did as I was told; handing him the hairbrush and placing the chair in the center of the room, hoping that my compliance would earn me points for good behavior.

I watched Professor Matthews sit down on the chair and he begin to roll up the right sleeve of his white dress shirt revealing a strong right forearm. I remembered something about him playing golf a lot. He pointed to his right side and indicated that I should stand next to the chair. I slowly obeyed, but I quickly got the surprise of my 28 year old life, as he immediately pulled me down over his lap. My nose nearly touched the floor to his left side and my long legs were spread out behind me on his right side. I could feel my bottom perched high over his lap with my short skirt rising up my thighs, giving him an excellent view of my school girl panties. I reached back behind me with my right hand and tried to push down my skirt from its embarrassing position. Just as quickly Professor Matthews trapped my right arm behind me.

I could feel the Professor guiding the hem of my short plaid school girl skirt up my legs and over my hips revealing my full cut white cotton panties. Now I was both angry and mortified, kicking my legs and yelling "HOW DARE YOU - YOU YOU... BAST... " Before I could say the full word I felt two of the hardest swats SWAT! SWAT! I have ever felt on my panty covered cheeks. They sounded like gun shots and felt like a swarm of bees had attacked my cheeks. 

I quieted down and stopped kicking. "If you don't behave and take your spanking like a big girl I will wash your mouth out with soap and spank you so you won't sit for a week. Is that clear Miss McLean?" "Yes Sir," I answered still feeling the awful sting through my panties.

The Professor tucked the hem of my skirt into the waist band of my panties, leaving him nothing but a view of my hideous school girl panties and bare thighs. "Now young lady I intend to use my hand on your cute little girl panties as a warm up." 

I could feel his hand rise over his head and once again his palm landed squarely on my right undie cheek, then the left with no time in between. SWAT! SWAT! My bottom felt like it was on fire as he continued to swat my fanny over and over. I could feel my eyes start to well up, but I was beyond determined not to cry.

Finally he stopped, but quickly he took the waist band of my undies and yanked them down to my knees turning them inside out. My perky, rounded, slightly pink cheeks were now completely exposed to a stranger only 6 years my senior. A slight sob formed in my throat as I realized I was totally exposed. I could feel the goose bumps forming on my bottom from the chilly air-conditioning, although I was sure my bottom would be heated up shortly.

I heard him say: "After I am through tanning your behind I want you facing the wall panties down for the remainder of the hour." My cheeks clenched as he took the hairbrush off of my back where it has resting during the last 10 minutes of my panty spanking. "Okay Missy prepare for the tanning of your life. From now on you will listen and obey me no matter what I ask or you will be in this exact position again and again," Lifting the hairbrush it landed with full force on my right cheek causing me to cry out in pain, then the next on my left cheek and so on one after another over and over. Starting high on my backside and coming to the center and finally the crease at my upper thigh. I couldn't help but start to sob as my buttocks turned a cherry red. Finally, after what felt like 30 minutes he stopped and said "Corner time young lady and don't move an inch or you will be back over my lap."

I climbed off of his lap and shuffled my way over to the corner as it was hard to walk with my panties around my knees. I was mortified that I not only had been spanked but that he was making me stand in the corner for the rest of the time; however, at least if I was in the corner with my back to him he couldn't see the tears running down my face. I was furious about this whole situation but had no clue what I could do about it. If only I had been good during the semester and hadn't let my marks drop. I could have avoided this entire thing.

The entire time I stood in the corner I could feel his eyes staring at me, making sure I was obeying his orders not to move an inch. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he told me to come and stand in front of his desk. I did as I was told, determined to not get myself into any more trouble.

"Young lady, do you understand why you have been spanked and put into the corner like a little girl?" I felt my face flush again, but nodded yes, my eyes focused on a single spot on the floor so I could avoid looking at him. "Like I said before, until I see an improvement in your attitude and in your behavior, you will be treated like a little girl. I will speak to you as if you are a little girl, I will punish you as if would a little girl and only when you realize that you need to show respect for your superiors will I consider treating you as the 28 year old that you are. Understood Missy?" Again, I nodded my eyes still on the floor. "Good, now pull up your panties, pack up your books and head straight home. You are to be in bed by 8 pm tonight, is that clear young lady?" Again, I nodded. 

I began to pull up my panties when I realized that he had not given me permission to change back into my regular clothes. "Sir," I said, and waited for permission to speak any further. He nodded his ok and I continued "may I please have permission to change back into my regular clothes before leaving your office Sir?" 


Doctoral Discipline Pt. 01



He smiled that evil smile of his and said "No young lady, if I had wanted you to get changed I would have told you to do so. You are to wear this outfit for the rest of the evening until you get yourself ready for bed. Is that clear Miss McLean?" I nodded and said "Yes Sir". It took me a couple of minutes to pack up my books and place my regular clothes into my backpack. As I was just about finished Professor Matthews cleared this throat and said: "Miss McLean, let me see your cell phone for a moment before you leave."

I nodded and pulled it out of my bag to pass to him. I had no idea what he was up to, but I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After a moment I saw him copying down a number, my cell number actually, and then he passed it back to me. "Don't forget Miss McLean, in bed by 8 pm, which means you better be all ready for bed before then." I looked at him and said "yes Sir," as I took back my phone and headed out of his office. 

Chapter 3:

As soon as I got out into the hallway I looked around and was thankful that no one else seemed to be around. It was about 5 pm which meant that a lot of people might be starting to head out for the evening. I moved as fast as I could down one floor and into the nearest bathroom where I got changed back into my everyday clothes. There was no way he would find out that I had changed, so I wasn't worried about it. There was no way I was going to take the bus home wearing that hideous outfit. I ran down to my office, stashed the outfit in my desk drawer and locked it. I grabbed the rest of my stuff that I needed for the evening and headed to the bus stop. 

As soon as I was home I threw some leftovers into the microwave and poured myself a glass of wine. I needed to figure out a way to deal with this situation. I couldn't subject myself to this kind of treatment for the rest of the semester. This was ridiculous; he couldn't treat me like this. Yes, it was true that I needed to pull up my marks, but there is no way I was going to let him get away with this kind of behavior. After such a stressful afternoon I decided to take the evening off and I curled up in front of the television.

Suddenly I woke up to the sound of my doorbell; I must have fallen asleep from the stress and the wine. I looked at the clock; it was 7:55 pm. I slowly got up and opened up the door to find Professor Matthews standing there. "What the hell are you doing here?" I blurted out without even thinking. 

He stepped across the threshold of the doorway, essentially pushing me back inside with his shear presence. He closed the door behind him and began to stare at me with that penetrating stare I had become so acquainted with today. After a minute he began to speak "Miss McLean, I gave you several orders for this evening which you do not seem to have followed. I thought we had discussed what would happen when you disobey me. Why are you not ready for bed yet Missy?" 

I glared back at the professor. "You can't make me go to bed at 8 pm professor Matthews, you do not control me, and you have no say in what I can and cannot do. Now please get out of my house." 

He did not move, he just stood there staring at me. I knew I was about to be in a lot of trouble again, and began to feel so small as his presence was so dominating. I could feel my face flush as my eyes dropped to the floor, unable to hold his stare any longer. "You are in big trouble Missy; you were told to wear your outfit home and for the rest of the evening until you got ready for bed. You were told to be in bed by 8 pm, obviously you have done neither of those things." The only thing that kept running through my head was 'how does he even know where I live?'

I heard my Professor say "strip Miss McLean." Feeling his dominance I slowly started to remove my hoodie, hoping that was enough to make him go away. He stood glaring at me, as I placed the hoodie on the couch. I was dressed in my comfy clothes a tee-shirt, sweat pants, socks and sneakers. Sitting I removed my socks and sneakers again I hoped this was enough.

"Okay Missy your tee-shirt and sweat pants too, I don't have all night". I couldn't believe this was happening as I removed my tee-shirt exposing my plaid bra and then my sweat pants, which revealed the little girl panties that I never changed.

"Hmmm at least you left your school girl panties in place." I could hear him chuckling, as my face turned bright red. "Off with the bra and panties young lady". He was relentless so I gave in and off came my bra and panties. I stood trying to cover both my breasts and vagina at the same time unsuccessfully, of course.

I had not noticed the canvas bag Professor Matthews was holding until he reached inside and took out some shaving cream, a safety razor, and a short strap. "Now young lady the first thing I am going to do is to shave your pubic area. This will remind you daily that you are my submissive and will do things that I order promptly and with no back talk."

"Is that clear young lady?" I heard him say.

Standing naked in front of my Professor was humiliating enough but now he was going to remove my pubic hair. "No it is not clear, get out of my apartment" I said but not with much conviction. 

I could feel a tingling in between my legs and a dampness starting to form. Professor must have guessed the same thing, as he came over and stood a foot from my face. Lifting the short strap he whacked my naked bottom cheeks twice and reached in between my legs. I squealed but he rubbed up and down feeling my wetness making me moan. I never felt so dominated and controlled in my entire life. 

He took his finger out from my vulva and placed it in my mouth ordering me to suck it like a pacifier and walked me to my bedroom where he had me lie down legs spread. "Don't move subbie," I heard him say and again I got wet. What is going on I wondered, he was in such control? I couldn't believe I was submitting so easily, but I wanted to... or did I?

I watched as he methodically placed a towel under my bum ordering me to rise. He filled a bowl with warm water and got the shave cream. Taking a cloth he wet in between my legs and squirted a dab of cream on his fingers. He massaged me thoroughly with the cream making me wetter and wetter. I could hardly stop fidgeting until he used the strap across my thighs and told me to stop. The razor began its work as Professor Matthews used its sharpness to make me as smooth as a child. I could see he had done this before, he was efficient. In less than 5 minutes I was as smooth as a baby.

"Okay subbie turn over on your tummy lets do the back" I heard him say using the strap again across my naked thighs to move me. Quickly I flipped as he began the process of inspecting my anal hole. Spreading my legs and then my cheeks with two fingers he dipped his large middle finger into my rosebud making me flinch and getting a swat for my flinching. "Don't move subbie, I want to see if I need to stretch you." 

What the heck did he mean by that, stretch me? "Yes, young lady I am going to have to stretch you. You are very tiny. I have an anal plug which you will wear to my class daily, and by the way, you will sit up front dressed in your school girl outfit." 

"But Sir I am 28 and a Ph.D. candidate I can't do that. What are people going to think?" I pleaded.

"No excuses Missy, when you act like a child and disobey my orders you will be treated like a child. Now let's finish this." In no time he shaved my fanny and rosebud. "Okay little girl I will see you tomorrow in your uniform with your anal plug inserted and I will see you after class in my office for inspection." 

With that information he took the anal plug out of his bag and placed it on my dresser. "You will sleep naked tonight Missy. Oh, and by the way, make plans to stay at my house tomorrow." With that he was gone, and I was left naked and bald on the bed. I looked up at my dresser mortified with the presence of its most recent addition.

The one thing I couldn't understand was how this entire flow of events had managed to arouse me. Why did my body respond to Professor Matthew's orders that way while my mind was screaming 'no way?' What was going on? I was so confused.



Doctoral Discipline Pt. 02



Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432

This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.

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Chapter 4

The next morning I woke up to my alarm and shivered a little, realizing that I was completely naked. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready for my day. It was then that I remembered what had happened the night before, and I looked down to see my naked pubic area. It felt weird, but I actually didn't mind it. I showered and brushed my teeth and got dressed and headed out to catch the bus. As I was running out the door I remembered to grab the anal plug off my dresser and shove it into my backpack. When I got to my office on campus I had 15 minutes before Professor Matthews' class. I opened up my desk drawer and saw the uniform sitting there. It was at this point that I realized that I had put on a pretty skimpy thong when I got dressed this morning, which meant putting on that outfit was going to show everyone just about everything they could imagine. With that I decided there was no way I was going to put the outfit on, but hoping that maybe it would keep me out of trouble, I headed to the bathroom to insert the anal plug.

I had never ever had anything in my anus before. The thought of anal sex always grossed me out so I never let any of my boyfriends do that. I looked at the plug, to me it looked huge but I was sure this was just a very small one. I decided to just suck it up and get it over with, so after a few minutes I managed to get it in. I pulled my panties back up and my jeans overtop, grabbed my books from my office and headed towards the lecture hall. 

I was a couple of minutes early and there were only a few other students there. I made my way to the front of the room and sat down, feeling the plug enter me more deeply as I sat. 'Ok,' I thought, 'I have done 2 of the 3 things Professor Matthews instructed of me, I really hope this is enough to stay out of trouble.' After a minute the Professor entered the room, walked straight to the front, turned around to face me and glared. It was that piercing stare again. I mouthed the words "I'm sorry Sir," realizing that he was not happy with me. That was probably the longest lecture I have ever had in my life; however, as it began to get near the end I could feel my heart start to beat faster and I could feel a dampness building between my legs. I knew that it was only a few minutes before I would be ordered to his office for my inspection, and similar to last night, I was becoming aroused despite my mind. 

As I was packing up my books after class Professor Matthews approached me. He told me I had 10 minutes to go and get my uniform and be in his office. I had to rush but I made it there in 8 minutes and knocked on his door. He told me to enter and close the door which I did immediately. I stood in the middle of his office, facing his desk as he proceeded to organize some of the items on his desk. After a few minutes he looked up at me and began to speak; "Miss McLean, I thought we were clear that you were to do exactly as instructed without hesitation. I am pleased that you sat where you were told to sit, and I am hoping for your sake that you are wearing your plug, which I am fairly certain you are based on the level of fidgeting you were doing throughout the lecture; however, you did not wear your uniform and that displeases me greatly." I stood there meekly, not removing my gaze from a spot on the floor. I was hoping he would allow me to explain why I did not wear the uniform but I was too scared to ask. 

"Place your uniform on your desk in the corner Missy; we will deal with your punishment for not obeying my orders yet again in just a few moments. First I am going to teach you what to do when you hear me speak a few words. Over time we will add more, but for now we will start with just three." He paused for a moment, staring at me as he had done so many times over the last couple of days, making me feel like I was shrinking in his presence.

"Ok Missy, when you hear me say the word 'Present,' you are expected to place yourself in front of me and push your pants down to your ankles or pull your skirt up to your waist, so I have a perfect view of the panties you are wearing. Let's practice that right now."

"'Present Missy," I did as I was told, I was already in the middle of the room directly in front of him, so I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles and stood back up straight with my hands at my sides. "Very good Missy," he said. My face flushed feeling naked even though I was still in my tiny thong.

"Now, the next command you are to know is 'Display.' When you hear this order you will push your panties down below your knees and stand straight with your hands resting at your sides, just as you have them right now. Understood Missy?"

I nodded and said "yes Sir," He smiled and said "good, then 'Display' for me Madison." I complied by slipping my skimpy grey thong down past my knees and stood back up straight.

Professor Matthews stood up from his desk and walked around it so he was directly in front of me. His presence that close to me was overwhelming and I could feel the dampness forming between my legs again. I looked at the floor as he began to circle around me, inspecting my now bald pubic area and my behind. I felt his hand on my bum as he pulled my cheeks apart, exposing the base of the plug which was still inserted deep into my anus. He pulled on it slightly, chuckling as he did. I remained silent as he continued to poke and inspect me completely. After a moment he began to speak. "You are wet again Missy. Obviously you are enjoying my control over you more than you had expected, am I correct?" I nodded and replied "yes Sir," I saw him smile.

"Ok young lady, one more position, you are to learn right now, we will work on more later on. When you hear me instruct you to 'Kneel,' you will immediately drop to your knees. Your thighs will be parted and your bottom resting on your heels. Your head will be up but your eyes will be lowered in respect. Your mouth will be partially open and your hands resting on your thighs, palms up. 

Let's try it now Missy; 'Kneel' before me subbie." As soon as the command was given I dropped to my knees and followed his orders exactly. He reached between my legs and took his finger and felt my vulva. I was squishing wet to his touch. "Open your mouth wide Young Lady, that's it now stick your tongue out." He had his fingers in my mouth as he stroked across my tongue. "I want you to suck on my finger now." I was more humiliated than I had ever been in my life, yet my mind started to fall into a sub space and I wanted him to control me. I had no idea what was happening to me as I sucked on his fingers, as they went in and out of my mouth. I wanted to please him. I remained in that position for several minutes until Professor Matthews ordered me to stand and get dressed.

"I am pleased at your willingness to obey this morning Madison. You have done everything as instructed thus far today with the exception of wearing your uniform. After seeing your skimpy thong I agree that you will not be wearing it throughout the day as it is bound to get you into trouble. It will remain here on your school girl desk until you arrive at 3:30 for your study session, for which you will wear it. Don't forget you will be coming with me at the end of the day and spending the night at my house. Oh, and I want you to keep that plug in as long as possible. I know you must be starting to get uncomfortable with it since you were so tight, but I want to see how long you can wear it for. You will not remove the plug yourself. When you can no longer handle having it in you will come back here to my office and I will remove it for you, understood Missy?" Again, I nodded and replied "Yes Sir". 

Chapter 5

I had 5 minutes to reach Professor Matthews' office. I had to rush to make it by 3:30. I couldn't believe that I, a 28 year old Ph.D. candidate was rushing like a school girl heading to the Principal's office. What was happening to me? I had been damp between my legs all day in anticipation of this afternoon's meeting and yet I dreaded the meeting.

I arrived at his office door at exactly 3:29, out of breath from the running, but I waited until it is exactly 3:30 before I knocked. I am not sure why I waited; only that Professor Matthews indicated he wanted to see me at exactly 3:30.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I heard the words "Come in young lady." I did so quickly but quietly and saw the Professor sitting behind his huge desk marking papers. His eyes were lowered, and not seeing a chair, I stood in the middle of the room awaiting his command. After some 10 minutes I begin to rock back and forth, which was quickly noticed by Professor Matthews. "Miss McLean stop fidgeting or I will put you over my knee. You are in enough trouble."

"Yes Sir." I heard myself say instinctively.

"Young lady 'Present,' for me, maybe that will take your mind off your rocking," Professor Matthews said.

I couldn't believe this but I decided I best comply. My hands went to my waist and I unbuttoned my jeans pulling them down in one motion until they were resting at my ankles, revealing my grey cotton thong. My hands went behind my back, resting in the small of my back clasped together. Professor Matthews then came around to the front of his desk looking intently at me. "Missy you are going to move in with me tonight and starting tomorrow I will select your panties."

"But Professor that is impossible, what will I tell my roommate?" I ask? "No need to concern yourself Missy, I have already made the arrangements. All of your things are at my house as we speak."

"But... But... Sir" I begin to stutter.

"Enough young lady, it is completed. I have informed your family and the administration."

I could hardly believe this, standing in front of him with my jeans at my ankles, being told I am moving to his home with him in full control. 

"Okay Missy let's check your plug. 'Display,' for me and touch your toes." I hear him say. At these words I began to sob slightly, knowing what was to come. I removed the plug at lunch time without notifying the Professor or visiting his office.

My mind was swimming with everything that had just happened, but I complied and lowered my grey thong to my knees. Bending forward, I reached down and touched my toes. Professor Matthews began to slowly walk behind me, admiring me as I was jack-knifed in half with my hands touching my toes, my bare bum fully on display. I felt my face beginning to turn red as a tear rolled down my face. He slowly spread my cheeks with his thumbs embarrassing me even more. "No plug young lady?"

"No Sir," I answered quickly and felt a slap on my right cheek.

"Is this another case of disobedience Missy?" He asked as I felt the second swat land on my left cheek.

"Okay young lady you need another spanking I see. Get the desk chair from your desk and place it sideways to the door and be quick." I quickly waddled over to the straight-backed chair, my panties still around my knees, and placed it as directed. I watched Professor Matthews get the dreaded hairbrush and sit comfortably on the chair, and in one motion I was pulled over his lap, my bare backside high in the air like a little schoolgirl.

I heard the clock strike 4:00 and at exactly the same time came a knock on the door. My bare bottom was facing the door, my nose I touching floor. I felt my face turn red and my bare cheeks suddenly got goose bumps. I could feel my heart begin to race more than it already was. 

'No...no' I was thinking, when I heard the Professor say "Come in Melissa." It had to be my roommate Melissa Carlson, I was sure of it as I looked through my legs. Sure enough, in she walked holding my 'toy' box filled with my vibrator, a dildo, plus KY, a pacifier, and a rectal thermometer among other things.

I now remembered that Melissa spent some time living with the Professor last semester and it seemed to help her as she was now getting straight 'A' grades in her Master's program. I had never understood her turnaround from a party girl to a straight 'A' student.

Melissa was now standing there looking at my bare behind over the lap of Professor Matthews, and the strangest thing was that it didn't seem to bother her, it was as if this was the most natural position in the world for a 28 year old. 

"Submit young lady," I heard him command, and I watched as Melissa placed the box at Professor Matthew's feet, raise her skirt over her hips, lower her little girl white cotton panties, kneel and placed her forehead on the ground with her bare bum high in the air. "Yes Master," She said calmly as if it was the most fitting thing to say.

"Very good slave, you may now leave." Melissa rose from her position, pulled up her panties and let her skirt fall over her hips. Before leaving she faced Professor Matthews and said "Thank you Master," as she curtsied, then turned and headed back out of the office.

This entire time I had remained in position for my spanking. After Melissa left he said to me "Young lady I am going to tan your bottom with this hairbrush until you cry, then you will change into your schoolgirl outfit with the correct panties, study for an hour and we will then go home. You will wear your school girl outfit home with the full cut cotton panties. Is that clear young lady?"

There was nothing I could do but say the usual "Yes Sir," as I felt another tear roll down my face. I don't know how long the spanking actually lasted. I just know that my bottom was very sore, and that I was crying like a little girl, apologizing over and over again, promising to be a good girl and begging Professor Matthews to stop. Eventually he did, but he held me in the same position until I had finally started to calm down. Once I had stopped crying he instructed me to get up, put on my uniform and to get busy studying. He made his way back over to his desk and watched as I got changed into my school girl uniform. Once I was seated with my books open he resumed marking the papers which had kept him busy when I first entered his office. The entire time I was sitting at the desk my bum felt like it was on fire from the spanking, and I still had the occasional tear run down my cheek as I tried to focus on my studies. 

After what seemed like ages, Professor Matthews began to pack up for the evening and instructed me to pack up my books also. It really wasn't that late, only about 5:30, but I was exhausted from everything which had happened today. I followed the Professor out of the building to his car, one stride behind him the entire time, not saying a word, carrying my box of 'toys'. I climbed into the passenger seat, trying my best to pull my skirt down to cover up as much as possible. I stopped fumbling with my skirt when I heard him say: "Missy you will sit on your panties whenever you sit no matter in jeans or a skirt. I am trying to teach you discipline, control and obedience so you will be an 'A' student. The next time I tell you I will spank your bare cheeks and you will sit on a bare bum. Clear Miss Mclean?'

"Yes Sir," I said as I pulled my short skirt from underneath me giving the Professor a show. He proceeded to buckle my seat belt and off we drove.

The next thing I heard was: "Little one wake up you are home. I may let you a nap later," speaking quietly to me, as if I were a child. I must have dozed as I startled awake after the 30 minute drive to his house. My head was against the passenger side window, and my left thumb was in my mouth. My skirt was bunched at my waist revealing my underwear, as I had tucked my legs underneath me. My mind was reeling and I was overwhelmed, but he didn't seem to mind. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the drool off my lips and chin from my thumb. My face must have been as red as neon sign, as I tried to compose myself. I always suck on my thumb, even at 28 years old, when I am tired or tense, but never in public. He said: "straighten your skirt Missy so the neighbors don't see your undies." I gathered myself as he took my hand like a child. I walked with my 34 year old Professor inside. It was beautiful, hardwood floors, fancy artwork, the whole deal. "Follow me," he instructed as he lead me up the stairs. We entered into a room; it was filled with all of my stuff. He hadn't been lying when he told me my stuff was being moved to his house.

"Now Young Lady, you will no longer have need for any of this. I will provide you with your clothes each day and you will not have permission to waste time on the computer or watching television while in my house. If you are a good little girl you may earn the privilege of having some of these items returned to you, but in the mean time this room is off limits." With that he pulled me back out of the room, closed and locked the door, placing the key into his pocket. Again, I did not even respond, I just stared at the floor awaiting my next instruction. I felt completely and utterly defeated. Yet strangely I also felt this is what I needed to help concentrate and bring my grade up. I needed the control and dominance he demanded.

Next he led me into another room, which contained very few items. In fact, the only pieces of furniture in the room were a small bed against one wall, a dresser and closet and an empty small desk in the corner. In the far corner opposite my desk was a platform with a sign on the wall stating it was the 'shame corner.' I looked at Professor Matthews and was about to say something when he raised his hand to stop me. "This is your room Madison. If you are a good girl you may eventually have more in here than there is now. For now you do not need more than this. If I tell you that you are in 'time out' you will stand on the platform with your nose to the wall and your undies lowered." The spanking I had received earlier must have made me realize it wasn't worth fighting with him, because I simply nodded in response. I felt him staring at me for several minutes when he finally said "it looks like you need a lesson in manners Missy. Usually someone says thank you for being provided with all they need to live. I can see you still have a long way to go." I quickly apologized for my ignorance and thanked the professor for providing me with a room and a bed and a house to live in, although I knew it was too late and that I would pay for it later sometime. 

"Come" I heard professor Matthews command, and I followed him down the stairs. As we walked past the front entrance way he picked up my box of 'toys' which had been placed there when we entered, and he led me into the living room. He sat himself in a large leather armchair and pointed for me to move in front of him. "Kneel Missy," he commanded. I did as I was told, kneeling just as he had taught me earlier today. One item at a time he began to go through the box, making me explain when and why I had purchased each item, and how frequently I used them. I was mortified that he was making me do this, but I just had no fight left in me after such a stressful day, and thus I answered everything he asked without hesitation. 

Chapter 6

"Your routine will be the same each day, Young Lady. I will drive you to and from school. I will pick out your school clothes. When you come home you may get a drink and go potty, then you will report to your room to study or write your papers. You will wear this black collar at all times when at home."

I couldn't believe the way he was talking to me. Did he really say go potty as if I were in elementary school and this collar thing, what was that all about? I felt him take the collar and place it around my neck, and then he connected a leash to the collar. I felt him leading me back up the stairs. "You will walk one pace behind me and to my left subbie or I will discipline you," He stated. "This all part of your training to get good grades," I heard him say to me.




Doctoral Discipline Pt. 02



We reached my new room and the Professor lead me to my desk, which I noticed was about the size of a child's desk with a small chair. "I can't sit on that chair and study Professor." I said. "Oh yes you can and you will young lady not only that but your panties will be at your ankles so that you will sit on your bare bottom".

"Now SIT!" He ordered.

Quickly I lowered my panties to my ankles and sat in the low child's chair with the desk in front of me. My knees were almost touching my chest with my bare bottom on the hard chair. My backside was still sore from the spanking and I began to squirm slightly. "No squirming young lady," He said as he took the leash and hooked it into a lock on the wall in front of my desk. "If you need anything Young Lady use this intercom, but it had better be a necessity. Let's see, it is 6:30 now, I will see you for supper at 7:30 at which time we will go over your homework."

"Is that clear Missy?"

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"Okay I will be back at 7:30."

At exactly 7:30 PM the door opened and in walked the Professor dressed in jeans and a blue collared short sleeve shirt. "Okay Missy time to get you ready for night-night, then you will eat. Bedtime is 8:00 Monday through Thursday and 9:00 on the weekends. Since today is Friday you will be in bed at 9:00. This privilege can be taken away at any time. Okay Missy strip the schoolgirl outfit off including your bra and panties. You will be wearing Dr. Denton footed jammies with the drop seat in the back."

My mind was now whirling as I began to remove each piece of clothing until I was naked. He has got to be kidding I thought to myself, but I complied quickly not wanting another spanking so soon to the previous one this afternoon. The outfit was pink with cute bunnies covering my heart. My feet were contained in footies, and the drop seat was hanging down exposing my bare cheeks. "Leave it down," I heard him say "it is easier than hooking and unhooking it."

"Get on your knees and hands subbie; you will crawl everywhere you go while in my house," He ordered. Once I was on my hands and knees he took the leash and directed me to follow one step behind and to the left. Getting down the stairs head first was not an easy task, but eventually I made it to the kitchen. I could see a pad on the floor next to his chair. The Professor patted my head as if I were a puppy saying "Good girl," I knelt as directed on my pad with my bare backside resting on my heels. On the table in front of him was a large steak, along with a baked potato loaded with sour cream. There was a bowl of milk next to my pad but no plate. He also had a glass of red wine next to him.

"The way this works Madison is you are being trained to be an obedient little girl. If you misbehave you will be spanked and regressed. If you obey you will be rewarded. It's a simple matter of reward and discipline to help you with your studies. Many young ladies have been through this training and all were successful."

"Is that clear Madison?" He asked. 

"Yes Sir" I responded quickly.

"Good Missy, now here is your reward." The Professor cut a small piece of steak and held it in his hand in front of my face. I was starved but I knew better than to lunge after it. I waited as he placed it on my tongue and said "you may chew." I was so hungry, I could have eaten the steak in one bite, but I controlled myself and ate it slowly, savoring every bite. When I finished I sat obediently and once again I was given another piece of steak to eat. "Okay Missy you may drink some milk."

I was just as thirsty as I was hungry, so I leaned over, my bare bottom in the air, and began to lap up the milk like a puppy. When I was finished Professor Matthews again patted my head and said "good girl." I was beginning to feel satisfied each time he did that. I liked the feeling that the Professor was pleased with me. He continued to cut tiny pieces of meat to feed me and allowed me to drink until the meal was complete.

"Okay Missy clean up the kitchen and report to me in the living room, it is almost time for bed," He said as he unclipped the leash from my collar.

After cleaning up the kitchen I crawled on my hands and knees into the living room where the Professor was sitting in his armchair reading a book. I moved to his feet and knelt in front of him, awaiting further instruction.

After a few minutes he placed his book on the table, and we spent a few minutes discussing what I had accomplished during my homework time. He clipped the leash back onto my collar and led me upstairs. He took me into the bathroom and told me to go potty, but he never left the room. I had never had to pee with someone watching me before, and it took several minutes for me to relax enough to pee in front of him. When I was finished he wiped me and told me to wash my face and brush my teeth, which I did all with him still watching. When I had finished he took the leash and as soon as he grasped it I dropped back down onto my hands and knees. He led me into my bedroom and told me to get into bed.

"Tomorrow is Saturday Little One, which means we will have a whole day of training. Make sure you rest tonight, you are going to need it." With that he pulled the blankets up over me and tucked them in. He gently stroked my face, smiled at me, and before I realized what was happening he placed a pacifier in my mouth. It had a strap on it which he buckled behind my head so I couldn't spit it out. "There, now that's better isn't it," he said with a smirk on his face. "Good night my Little One," he said as he turned out the lights and left the room. 

I don't know how long I laid there before actually falling asleep. I was exhausted from the day but couldn't believe that I was wearing child- like jammies and a pacifier. The pacifier felt like an intrusion in my mouth, I wanted to spit it out but that stupid strap wouldn't allow it. He had even locked the strap so I couldn't do anything about it at all. Eventually I accepted the fact that I was just going to have to sleep like this, and closed my eyes. The last thought I had before falling asleep was 'what is tomorrow going to be like.'



Doctoral Discipline Pt. 03



Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432

(This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.)

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Chapter 7:

"Okay Missy it is 7:00 o'clock and its time to start your day," I heard the Professor say. All I was thinking now was 'how much more juvenile can this get?' I was dressed in my pink drop seat footed jammies with the drop seat down exposing my bum. "No don't get up lay on your tummy its time to take your temperature," I heard him say. 

"But Sir I am not sick," I replied. 

"Get used to it, this is part of your morning routine Young Lady," He stated as if it is perfectly normal. "Why must I be on my tummy, Sir?" I then saw him open a jar of Vaseline and answered my own question.

"But Sir I am too old for a rectal thermometer."

SWAT! SWAT! Two quick spanks one on each bare cheek reminded me to be quiet.

I watched as he removed the thermometer from its casing and sat on the edge of the bed. I could see him dipping his gloved finger into the Vaseline, pulling out a small glob. He pried open my cheeks and dabbed his finger between my cheeks. I squealed as it was cold, which earned me another swat. Again I watched him pry open my cheeks with his left hand and insert the thermometer with his right until it was resting comfortably sticking out of my bottom. I could feel my sphincter muscle tighten around the thermometer.

"Now relax Missy while I start your bath and lay out your clothes for today. After your bath I will dress you and then you will get a spanking before breakfast. We will then start your training. This same routine will happen every day except for the training. During the week you will go to class instead of training. At night or after school we will have a different routine. Now don't move until I return young lady. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," I said very submissively.

I laid there waiting, all of my body sensations concentrated on my bare backside and the little glass rod sticking out of my rosebud. 'Why don't I just get up and leave,' I wandered to myself, but something felt right about having no control of my day and being submissive. I heard the bath water being run and Professor Matthews selecting my outfit for the day.

After some 5 minutes I watched as he took out two Kleenexes from the box on my nightstand. He sat beside me, gently pulling out the thermometer to inspect it. "It's normal," he said, "if it wasn't you would be getting an enema." I then felt him take the Kleenex and wipe between my cheeks and his fingers. I saw him remove the glove from his hand.

"Okay Missy sit on my lap I want to speak to you," I did as I was told and climbed onto his seated lap. I felt strange sitting on his lap in my footed jammies on my bare bottom. "Just listen Little One," he said and placed his index finger into my mouth for me to suckle. I started to suckle as he gently talked to me in a calm low manner. "My method of training has worked well with other students, such as your roommate Melissa. You may have noticed how her grades have improved," I nodded my head as I leaned against him and continued sucking his long finger as it worked its way in and out of my mouth.

"I intend to regress your age to before your study problems and slowly bring you forward in time until you reach your current age. I will remove all of your bad habits and give you improved habits. I want you to listen and to obey me. I know best. Is this clear Missy?" He asked? 

I shook my head and said "Yes Sir." 

"Young lady it is bath time, get onto your feet so I can get you out of your jammies." Reluctantly I stood in front of him, as he reached up and unzipped my footed jammies. The zipper went from the top to just underneath my spread legs. He stood and pulled it down exposing my bare pubic area until it dropped to my feet where he pulled it off. 

"Okay Missy fold this neatly and place it in your drawer,"' I was completely naked. He didn't seem to notice or care at my predicament. "After your bath you will make your bed," I heard him say. "Now follow me."

I followed him as he led me to the bathroom. He shut the water off from the bathtub. "Do you need to go potty, Little One?" 

I nodded my head yes and he said: "how do you ask?" I blushed three shades of red, as I stammered "May I go potty Daddy?"

"Yes you may Little One," he said, as I sat down on the potty and began to tinkle. "See the baby potty next to you Kitten?" I looked to the side and nodded my head as I saw a small child's training potty. "If you don't behave you will be using that potty, or even diaper. Is that clear, Missy?" 

"Yes Sir," I quickly answered as I made a mental note to try and be as good as possible.

"Are you finished?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I said.

He then took a tissue and wiped me dry then led me by my hand to the bathtub. I couldn't believe he was treating me this way, but for some reason I didn't protest. "Step into the bath and sit down, I will bath you little girl." I did as I was told and sat down, but I was completely mortified – a twenty–eight year old doctoral student being given a bath like a young child. All part of his age regression training I was sure. Bringing me back to when I was a child with no bad habits.

Even though my mind was screaming objections,the warm soapy water felt good and I felt my muscles slowly relax. "Okay Missy sit up, I will wash your hair for you." Again, I obeyed without hesitation, sitting up I pulled my knees up to my tummy and wrapped my arms around my legs. 

I could feel him pour warm water on my hair, followed by the smell of Johnson baby shampoo. I could feel him lathering my hair, his strong fingers kneading the scalp and hairline. His fingers were gentle and I heard myself sigh as he massaged my neck and shoulders. The shampoo slid off my hair and dissolved into the water. With the shower attachment he rinsed away the lather, his fingers running through my hair, ensuring that no shampoo remained. "I want you in pig tails today," he ordered.

"Yes Sir," I answered.

"Lean back against the tub I am gong to wash you now," He ordered. The terry washcloth began its journey scrubbing me. I extended my arms as ordered and each one was washed. He made sure he spent time lingering over each finger. I could feel the soothing effect as my neck and shoulders got washed. I felt the face cloth passing over my breasts, rubbing the swell, teasing my nipples. I could feel my face get hot as my nipples hardened beneath his fingers, my level of embarrassment increased.

"On your hands and knees, Little One, Daddy needs to clean you everywhere," I heard him say, using the Daddy word as if I was a child. 

Momentarily I felt a sense of shame and resistance, and I shook my head 'no'. 

"Missy!" The warning was there in his voice, and reluctantly I pulled myself upright. The tub was slippery and hard beneath my knees. I used my arms to brace myself on the edge of the tub, my bottom resting on my heels. 

Once again he soaped the face cloth, and then began to scrub my back. His touch was brisk, but still arousing, and my hips began to arch to greet his hand. He abandoned the washcloth and soaped his hands as I waited, expectant, knowing what was next to come. 

I arched my back and presented my bottom to him, welcoming the Professor's hands as they soaped my buttocks, massaging the round cheeks. I started to breathe quickly as his soapy finger slid down the crease dividing my cheeks. I felt myself moan as he rubbed teasingly at my anus, round and round, pressing gently, patiently. 

"I need to clean you everywhere," he reminded me, and I felt myself relax slightly and the tight sphincter muscle began to loosen. The tip of his finger eased inside my bottom, moving slowly back and forth, the penetration shallow at first. 

"That's it, Kitten," he urged. "Open up. Let Master's finger inside. Let Master get you nice and clean." 

I moaned at these words, as his finger slowly penetrated me to the hilt. As his finger squirmed and twisted in my rosebud his other hand slid down my belly, through the smoothness of my vulva. His fingers were searching for my clit. 

He rubbed steadily, using the ball of his thumb to press at the side of my clitoris as his middle finger eased inside my sex. My vulva lips opened to take his finger deeper. I had to clasp the edges of the tub as I moved closer and closer to orgasm. My hips began rocking back and forth against the hands that were pleasuring me. All of a sudden I released my mind and no longer felt any shame. The sensations felt good, and right. 

"That's it angel. That's Master's good girl. Let it come, sweetheart. Let your Sir make you feel good." 

These words seemed to free something inside of me. My Master/Daddy had granted me permission to accept the pleasures of my body. I surrendered gratefully, shuddering against his hands as my orgasm rippled through me. Slowly he pulled his finger from my rectum. "Bath time's over, sweetheart. Let's get you dried off."

With a big, soft towel the Professor began to dry me off. His capable hands lingered over my breasts and sex spot, causing me to shudder and gasp slightly. He got onto his knees to dry off my legs and feet. He picked up one leg, forcing me to balance on one foot. I placed my hands onto his shoulders to steady myself. 

"Now, Little One, I want you to brush your teeth and come to the bedroom I am going to dress you in your training outfit before we go downstairs," he instructed.

I nodded and walked over to the sink as he left the bathroom. I can't believe this is actually me. Here I am braiding my long flowing hair into two pig tails, as he instructed. I am normally so independent, feisty and in control. Now I am so submissive and quiet. All I want to do is to please him. His strong dominant method has me subdued and obedient. I will study and behave.

Chapter 8:

I finished brushing my teeth and walked into the bedroom with the towels wrapped around me. I saw the Professor sitting on the bed along with my clothes for the day. He pointed to a spot before him, so casually and in control. I marched over there still in a daze from the bath. "Okay Missy lower the towels, fold them and put them right here," he ordered in a no nonsense voice. 

I did as I was told and stood naked and embarrassed in front of him. "Stand at attention while I explain a few things, young lady. As I have told you, you are no longer in control of your life. You require discipline and control," he said as I stood naked in the middle of the bedroom and listened. "From now on your life is no longer your own, you will wear what I lay out for you, you will have a curfew, you will study at the appointed times, you will ask to go potty among other things. Now come over here while I dress you in your training uniform."

Still in a daze I stepped forward to see a plain white blouse, very short grey skirt, Mary Jane shoes, white socks and a plain pink full cut panty with a white ruffled backside. He put the white blouse over my shoulders and buttoned it up, next I stepped into the little girl ruffled panties, which were very tight, finally the short skirt, socks and shoes. The skirt was so short it barely covered my backside, exposing my ruffled panties just by moving. I have not worn ruffled little girl panties since I was 4 years old. I caught a glance at myself in the full length mirror and started to protest. Immediately he took me by my ear over to the straight-backed chair and flipped me over his lap in one motion.

I felt the cool breeze on my fanny as he lowered my tight pink ruffled panties to my knees. All of a sudden I felt a sharp sting on my bottom, as his large right palm landed squarely on my perky round bottom. Over and over he continued to swat me. "Now Missy, you will get a spanking in the morning, lunch time and before bed everyday to make sure you behave. If you misbehave you will get an additional spanking." Every sentence he uttered was punctuated by a swat until I was sobbing. "Okay, now one more thing" he said as I felt him reach behind me.

He began rubbing his hand with something, which turned out to be KY jelly. He pried my cheeks apart again and rubbed the KY on my rectum. He pushed deep inside making sure it was everywhere, and then he placed some KY on the anal plug before he slowly began to insert it. I groaned as I felt myself being stretched apart. A quick spank stopped my moaning and squirming. Finally, it was fully inserted and he pulled up my panties. 

He made me kneel as he attached the collar and leash. The collar was new and had small bells that jingled whenever I moved my head. "I want to hear you whenever you move subbie, so make sure those slave bells jingle at all times." I followed him as he walked downstairs, crawling behind him, into the kitchen onto my pad beside his chair. 

My collar bells jingled each time I moved embarrassing me even more than I already was. He poured a dish of Cheerios for me and placed the bowl on the floor. He then made himself some bacon and eggs with coffee. "Eat your cereal Little One," he said and watched as I leaned over like a slave to drink the milk and eat the cheerios. "If you are a good girl I will put you in your highchair for breakfast in the future Missy."

Finally finished he led me into the living room and allowed me to stand. "You are going to learn your positions now slave" he stated loudly. "When you enter a room that I am in you will stop what you are doing and stand at attention. Do so now Missy." I was totally confused and mortified as I stood at attention in my too short skirt and blouse without a bra. My head was up and my hands were at my sides waiting the next instruction.

"PRESENT young lady," he ordered. I was sure this was one that he had taught me the day before, but my head was swimming and I had no clue what to do, so I just stood there at attention. "Skirt up Missy," he said. "Do you forget what you were taught yesterday already?" he asked tauntingly. I watched him walk over to me quickly and raise my skirt followed by two spanks to my upper thighs making me jump. "Higher Little one, I want to see your entire undie exposed." I lifted the tiny skirt higher fully exposing my pink ruffled panties as I continued to blush.

"Very good little girl, now DISPLAY." Again I felt lost and had no clue what to do. Again I got a spanking, this time on my cheeks, as he pulled them down inside out exposing my red cheeks to him. My entire front and back were now fully on display for the Professor to see.

"Now KNEEL subbie, straight down to your knees." I bent and got down to my knees. "Stand up Missy," he ordered. I stood as instructed and he quickly bent me over his knee that was perched on the ottoman. He spanked my bare bottom with the full force of his palm 5 or 6 times. "When I order you to KNEEL you will drop to your knees quickly," he instructed. "Now DISPLAY and KNEEL Missy." This time I dropped to my knees as quickly as possible. "Legs spread and mouth open, fully exposed Young Lady." 

"Yes Sir" I answered as I adjusted my position. "Very good Madison," he responded. I felt a sense of pride at his words. I could feel a tingle between my legs at the complement.

"BELLY position slave." This time I was smart enough to lean forward and lay on my belly. "Hands behind your back, legs straight and ankles crossed. Very good Little One. Now flip over onto your back and put your legs up to your chest in INSPECTION position." I did as I was told; exposing myself in a way no one had ever seen me. He walked over to me and touched my clit and checked my plug. "This position I will use to inspect you or diaper you Missy."

"There is one more position slave, besides standing in the corner, but you know that one already, and that is SUNMIT position. On your knees and touch your head to the ground, backside high in the air with legs spread." Again I was mortified to be in such a position, yet it almost felt good. I could feel my resistance slowly slip away and I almost craved his control. "Now young lady you will practice these positions for the next 30 minutes, while I watch you."

I watched as he picked up a whippy thin cane from the other side of the room as he pronounced 'PRESENT.' I hopped to my feet and stood erect pulling up my pink panties and lifting my skirt. He left me like that for a while. I tried to focus my mind on pleasing him, but I started to fidget after about 5 minutes in this one position.

"Bend over and touch your toes, Missy," I did as I was told, feeling the plug shift inside me as I wondered what was going to happen. I felt two swift sharp stings on my upper thighs just below my panty line. "Do not fidget Missy," he said. "Okay now PRESENT." I immediately stood as instructed, my head was focused, my legs were straight and my panties were on full display.

"This will help you with your studies Miss McLean, you are beginning to learn discipline," he stated. "Now DISPLAY." I quickly lowered my panties inside out and held my skirt up high. I felt him walking around me checking my position. "Back straight and legs together Missy. I expect good posture." Once again the whippy cane landed on bottom, only this time it was bare. I jumped back into position, tears starting to form in my eyes.

Over and over he instructed me in the proper slave positions. When I was not in perfect position I felt the cane across my sore red buttocks. I also felt myself becoming more and more submissive. I could feel my sex spot start to become wet, especially in the inspection position when he would feel my vulva lips and clit. Each time I was in the kneeling position he would move closer and closer until my face was touching his groin area. I could smell his manly musky order through his jeans. I was getting so excited I just want him to give me permission to suck him. He even began to touch me in DISPLAY position, making me stand on my toes as his finger entered me and lifted upward. I got to the point where I was constantly groaning and moaning from feeling so excited.

Finally the 30 minutes were over and he had me kneeling in front of him. My back was straight, my head was level staring straight ahead, and my hands were behind my back. He stepped closer and again his groin was so close to me at mouth level. "Open your mouth wide, Missy," he ordered. I was now so wet my legs shook slightly. I smiled before I opened my mouth. "Tongue out Missy." Again I did as ordered as I watched him unzip his jeans and allowed his hard cock to spring out. It landed on my tongue.

"Stay in position young lady or I will cane you" he said as he tapped my bare fanny with the whippy cane. I felt his long hard cock resting on my tongue. "No hands, I will guide you." He took my two pig tails with both of his hands and pushed my face down to his balls. "Lick Miss McLean." I leaned over and slowly and carefully stuck my tongue out to lick one ball then the other, making them wet and watching as his cock grew even larger.

I wanted to kiss and suck his manhood more than anything. My pussy was so wet that I could feel the wetness travel down my left inner thigh. "Kiss the tip" I heard him say. He allowed my head to rise as I kissed the crown of his cock, never allowing the head to slip inside my mouth. I could feel his cock get harder and harder until it felt like a steel shaft.

He took my pig tails and allowed me to take him into my wet mouth. I closed my lips around it, on command, making a tight circle with my lips wanting to memorize every inch of it with my lips and tongue. "Lick my cock slave" I heard him say. I wanted to suck him in and out of my mouth, but I managed to resist the urge. I slid his head out of my mouth and traced along the ridge of it with my tongue – over and over I went, licking every spot from the tip to the bottom of the shaft.




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I licked along the length of his cock, and after it was soaking wet from my tongue inspection I moved my head back slightly and looked up at him. I watched him nod and placed my head at his cock. I took his entire cock into my mouth.... slowly... he was directing me with his hands on my hair, his fingers wrapped in my hair. My lips squeezed tightly around his cock. 

I continued until his cock-head was touching the back of my throat. He held me in this position, controlling my every movement. I stayed like this, my mouth stuffed with his hardness, sucking and slurping loudly but not moving. After a while he began to move my head up and down along his shaft as slowly as possible. I began to suck as he increased the tempo and began rocking his hips back and forth. 

He was fucking my face to his own tempo, and I loved every second of it. He allowed me to catch a breath and then directed my mouth again, and with my lips puckered began another slow in and out movement. I could hear the slave bells ring, as my head moved. I sucked as hard as I could and a moan escaped my mouth at the same time. I could feel myself ready to burst. I let my tongue dance along his shaft while it slid in and out. His hips jerked and bucked upward, forcing his cum filled shaft into my throat. The next thing I felt was his hot cum shooting into my mouth, and I exploded at the same time.

I wanted to taste every drop of him. I sucked his cock, drinking of him, and as his hips slowed their movement I slowed mine. I repeated the steps that I began in reverse... slowly sucking, then licking, then kissing his cockhead. I cleaned him top to bottom, worshiping his cock. After a while he pulled out and zipped up his zipper.

"Okay subbie time for lunch, then up to your bedroom for a nap and a spanking and maybe we will go shopping later," he said as he took my leash. I followed him obediently, crawling with my ruffled panties still at my knees and plug deep inside. My slave bells ringing as I moved.

Chapter 9

We went into the kitchen, where he left me kneeling on the pad beside his seat. He made two sandwiches and placed them both on the table. He poured himself a drink and filled a bowl with milk which he placed on the floor in front of me. He allowed me to drink from the bowl, and then slowly fed me the sandwich, one piece at a time. I hated how he fed me like this, but I wasn't about to complain since I was so hungry after a long morning. We ate in silence. He watched my every move, but did not speak to me as he finished up his lunch.

Once we were both done he stood and tugged on my leash, indicating that I should follow him. I crawled my way upstairs, which was difficult with my panties still around my knees. "Ok Missy, its nap time, get yourself into your room" he said. 

I looked up at him, I really had to use the bathroom but I couldn't bring myself to ask as I had been instructed. "Sir, may I please go to the bathroom before my nap?" I asked? 

"I expect that your backside is already sore Missy, do you want to re-think the way you ask or would you prefer an additional spanking?" he asked, glaring at me harshly.

My eyes immediately dropped to the floor, feeling his dominance over me. I collected myself, took a deep breath, and mumbled in almost a whisper "may I please go potty Sir?" 

He knew how embarrassed I was having to ask like this, and decided to play on it for a minute. "What was that Little One? It sounded like you were trying to ask me something, but it was hard to hear. Would you like to try again?" He was smirking as he said this. 

Again, I collected myself and this time managed to ask in a more confident, louder voice. "Sir, may I please go potty?" I asked again, the redness of my face giving away my embarrassment.

"Better Madison," he said. "Do I need to remove your plug or do you just need to tinkle?"

I didn't think it was possible, but I turned even more red as I asked him to remove my plug. He led me into the bathroom and had me lean over and place my hands on the counter. He instructed me to spread my legs and relax as he slowly removed my anal intruder. Once it was out he gave me permission to sit on the toilet, which I did quickly. He did not leave the bathroom while I went, but he busied himself by cleaning off the plug. Just as I was reaching for the toilet paper he reached out and grabbed my hand to stop it.

"I'll do that," he said with that smirk on his face again. He took some toilet paper and reached between my legs to wipe up any of my pee. He then instructed me to stand up and bend over so he could make sure my backside was clean. I was mortified, but I didn't fight him. I simply did as I was told and let him wipe me clean. "Now into your room Missy quickly."

I dropped back onto my knees and crawled into my room as he followed closely behind. I'm sure he was enjoying the view from back there. He told me to climb up into the bed and then he began to pull the blankets up over me. He grabbed the pacifier off of the table and placed it into my mouth, securing it behind my head just as he had done the night before. He pulled the curtains closed, stroked my face and said "have a good nap Kitten, I'll see you soon," I watched as he left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

I don't know how long I had been asleep for when he came into the room and woke me up. He pulled me over his lap before I was even fully awake. "It's time for your mid-day spanking Madison," he said as he began to swat my bare bum over and over. I squirmed and moaned through my pacifier, but that just earned me a harder swat and a harsh warning to be quiet. I couldn't tell you how long the spanking lasted, but it was enough to have turned my bottom cherry red and tears were rolling down my cheeks. Once he was done he re-inserted the anal plug, ensuring it was in correctly by tugging on it gently.

"Stand in front of me Missy," he commanded. I climbed off his lap and stood myself in front of him, hands and my sides. He straightened out my shirt and skirt, wiped the tears off my face and pulled up my panties. He then removed the pacifier from my mouth. "Ok Missy, it's time for you to study and then we will go shopping," he said with a grin. 

I studied for about an hour sitting at my tiny desk with my ruffled panties pulled down to my ankles. It was amazing how much data I absorbed as I read my school book and took notes. Sir will be so proud of me I thought. Finally, I closed my book and went to get dressed to go shopping never dreaming I would be shopping in my little girl outfit.

"Please Sir; I can't go out in public like this. Please don't make me wear this outfit in public Sir," I protested. I was panicking, my heart racing, body shaking, mind spinning. I felt tears start to run down my face. 

He got up off the bed and moved towards the closet. "Well I will allow you to wear a cardigan over your blouse because it is a bit chilly out," I heard him say, but I didn't care.

For a brief period of time I felt my stubborn side kick in. "YOU JERK!" I yelled.

"I won't go out like this, you can't make me," I screamed as I ran towards the bedroom door. I managed to get out of the room before he could grab me, and headed straight for the stairs. I ran down as fast as I could, tears streaming down my face. I was so flustered that when I got to the front door of the house I couldn't get the lock open, and before I knew it I was stuck between him and the door, his hand resting firmly on the door so that even if I did get the lock off I wasn't going anywhere. He didn't say anything, he just stood there. 

I refused to turn and look at him, but I was crying uncontrollably. I slowly sank to the floor and began rocking back and forth trying to calm down. I was terrified of what was going to happen. He must have been furious with me, but he just stood there, not moving, not speaking. I don't know how long we remained like this but eventually I started to get a hold of myself and the tears slowed down. I started thinking about my predicament, and that I might have just blown whatever chance I had at keeping my scholarship. If he decided to kick me out because of this I was screwed. I knew I had to seek his forgiveness, but my stubborn side wasn't quite ready to let go yet.

Eventually he stepped back and went into the living room and sat in his chair. He could still see me, so he knew I wouldn't try to make a break for it again. I probably sat at the door for an hour before I managed to convince myself I had to beg for his forgiveness. I collected myself and crawled into the living room. I did not look up at him, but as I reached his feet I dropped immediately into the submissive pose, unmoving, waiting for permission to do anything more. 

The wait was driving me crazy, and he must have known that his silence was building the anticipation of what was to come inside of me. 

I heard him say: "Miss McLean you are free to leave anytime you wish you are not a prisoner in my home just ask at any time and I will drive you to your dorm and your things will be returned. I will even give you an 'A.' There is no need to get so excited. However, if you plan on staying I will continue to train and discipline you. Which is it?"

I thought about it carefully and knew I wanted to stay. "Sir I understand I am free to leave, but I need your discipline and control and wish to stay," I said humbly.



Doctoral Discipline Pt. 04



Co-Authors: subbie1982 and tom6432

This is a fantasy written by subbie1982 and myself for fun. All errors in spelling, punctuation and grammar are my responsibility. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 year old or older.

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Chapter 10:

My University Professor is training me, so I will learn self-control. I am a 28 year old Doctoral student having trouble with my grades so I am living with my Professor. I thought that I did not need the training and decided to leave, but he stopped me and gave me the option to leave on my own or be completely under his control. I told him I wanted to be trained properly, so my grades will improve. 

After what seemed like forever I heard him speak to me, as I remained in position with my head down, my back arched, and backside high. He had told me to stay in SUBMIT position until he released me.

"I have told you that when you act like a child you will be treated as a child. Now Missy you have only been here one day and already you are acting like a 6 year old not a 28 year old doctorate student," he scolded. I was embarrassed to be scolded like a child. 

At that moment the doorbell rang and I started to rise, when he slapped my ruffled panty covered backside and told me not to move and to spread my legs further apart. You could see my vulva and anal plug through my tight thin pink ruffled panties, as I knelt bent over my forehead touching the floor. I was dressed as a school girl in a very short skirt, white blouse, knee high white socks, Mary Jane shoes and a pink ruffled panty. Before he answered the door he covered my head with my short skirt and pulled my panties up even tighter exposing my under cheeks. 

The Professor looked at his watch as he opened the door. It was exactly 1:00. Standing in the door way was Annabelle Carson, my roommate, who was under the guidance of the Professor. Annabelle was a 27 year old Veterinarian student in her final year. Annabelle came under the Professor's guidance three months ago and has transformed herself into a straight 'A' student. She credits the Professor's methods for her success.

I heard her say in a loud clear voice: "Sir I am here as ordered to show you my homework assignment Sir." 

I head a snap of fingers and Annabelle falling to her knees. Annabelle was built like a swimmer. She was lean with long slightly muscled tanned legs. Her hair was long blond, which was in a ponytail. A typical tomboy: Annabelle was pretty and athletic. She dropped to her knees, just inside the door, which was now shut, her head lowered, her legs spread wide, her hands were outstretched holding the homework assignment and her mouth was open. All of her orifices were open for inspection.

The Professor again snapped his fingers and walked in the living room followed by Annabelle at his heel. She had transferred the homework paper to her mouth. He pointed to a spot along side of me, and she immediately transferred herself into submit position. He removed the homework assignment from her mouth and briefly looked at it. He placed it on the couch

"Is there a reason you are wearing tight jeans, Missy?" He asked?

I saw her gulp and begin to stutter: "Sir, permission to speak freely Sir?" I noticed she began and ended each sentence with a sign of respect.

"Yes subbie!" He said quietly.

I watched as she composed herself as she was in obvious trouble. "Sir I was working at the Universities' farm doing research for my final paper. I wear jeans when I go there, but the time passed quickly and I did not have time to dress as required Sir."

"Unacceptable Missy I will deal with you shortly. You need a taste of the strap," I heard the Professor pronounce his sentence. He picked up the homework assignment saying. "I will review your homework later it had best be perfect or I will rip it up and you will start over."

"Sir yes Sir," she answered politely. She knew the Professor graded strictly with no room for errors. He expected all papers to have the correct grammar, punctuation, content and to be well researched with footnotes. On a few occasions he had spanked her for a lack of effort and ripped up the assignment in front of her.

"Stand up both of you," he ordered.

I stood and my short skirt fell back into place partially covering my ruffled panties. Annabelle rose to her feet frightened by the strapping she was to receive.

"Young Lady PRESENT,' I heard the Professor order looking at Annabelle.

She quickly unsnapped her jeans lowering the zipper. She held the waistband and began to lower the blue denim jeans over her hips. They were tight and caused her to wiggle back and forth embarrassing her further. Finally they were inside out at her knees exposing her translucent white thong. The gusset was wet either from sweat, arousal, pee or maybe all three.

Annabelle stood like a soldier at attention her hands at her side and her eyes lowered. I watched as the Professor circled her inspecting her clothes and position carefully. He pulled the thin waistband of her thong, in the back, away from her body to view her backside. He took his hand and reached inside her panty making her squirm. I could see him bend her at the waist and spread her legs. His hand felt for her anal plug. I could see him manipulate the anal plug out and in of her bum hole making Annabelle moan and groan.

When he was finished I heard him say: "your bottom hole should soon be gapped wide enough for my cock." He then allowed the thong undie to snap back into place.

Coming around the front he touched her black collar making her slave bells jingle. I could see him inspect her wet gusset with his finger. He placed it under Annabelle's nose and said: "Why are you wet Missy?"

"Sir I leaked some pee into my panties I was in such a hurry Sir," she answered quickly.

"Open and suck," he ordered and she began to suckle his damp finger in and out of her mouth. She tasted her own pee, drifting in and out of sub space. I heard her moan. I could tell she was aroused by his domination.

"Do you have to pee again," he said as he slowly removed his finger and wiped it on her hair to dry it off.

"Sir yes Sir badly," she answered.

He placed her under his arm and spanked her 3 quick spanks with his large hand on her sit spot making her jump and cry out. 

"Follow me girls," He ordered as I felt him attach my leash to my collar and Annabelle's leash to her collar and walk upstairs. 

He had shortened both leashes so we had to walk next to him in order to keep up. I walked on his left side wondering what else he could do to me. The short skirt, blouse, high socks and Mary Jane shoes were embarrassing enough. Annabelle's jeans were still at her knees, so she had to almost waddle to get up the stairs. Up the stairs we went and turned into my bedroom.

We reached the bedroom and I heard him say: "Into the potty room girls this little girl will use it in front of us." The Professor slapped each of us on our backsides as we turned to walk into the potty room. Next to the toilet was the child's potty chair. I picked it up and placed it in the center of the room where the Professor indicated.

"Annabelle DISPLAY," she lowered her panties down to her jeans at her knees and stood at attention. He looked at me and told me to remove her sneakers, socks, jeans, and panties everything below her waist.

I folded each piece of clothing neatly. He motioned for me to hand him the thong, which I did. I could see him stretch the white translucent piece and place it over Annabelle's head with the damp gusset covering her nose. She could smell her own pee, arousal and sweat. Her face was like a red neon light all flushed, as she stood naked from the waist down with her thong over her head.

I have only seen Annabelle in panties never naked. Her buttocks were smaller than my rounded cheeks, but her legs were slightly longer and she was tan to above her thigh crease. Her pubic area was smooth and bare like mine. My vulva lips began to get wet. I never thought a woman could arouse me. I began to wonder if she would be sleeping in my room, as there were only two bedrooms.

"Sit on the potty Young Lady," he ordered Annabelle. She complied quickly squatting on the small child's potty. It was covered with Disney characters in pink. The chair itself was only six inches off of the ground causing Annabelle to squat awkwardly on the potty. Her knees were up to her chest and her legs were spread wide showing her bare vulva. The panty thong covering her upper face must have made her feel mortified.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out and don't pee until I allow you to do so," the Professor ordered. 

I watched as she followed his command. He lowered his zipper releasing his long hard thick cock. I watched in awe at the thickness and length it would easily fill her mouth. He took his thick rock like cock and slapped her panty covered face with his prick once on one cheek and then on the other. It was like a rod hitting her face making a slapping noise. 

"Make sure there are no teeth marks," she started to sob from the humiliation of the cock slaps. He rested his cock on her tongue and said: "you may pee after I cum in your mouth. Do not swallow without permission."

He grasped her ponytail as she remained squatting over the child's potty chair. I watched him as he began to fuck her face with slow even strokes making her gag, as his cock entered her throat. Out and in he went as he held her face steady with his hold on her ponytail. I could see his stamina, as he slowly and easily stroked his prick in and out of her mouth. She was now drooling with saliva dripping on her chin and his prick. After several long strokes he exploded into her throat his cum filling her mouth with wet salty sperm. He was very much in control and could have stroked many more times but had decided to allow her to pee.

"Pee now slut, but don't swallow my sperm," he ordered. 

I heard the groan of relief, as she let go a loud stream of pent up pee just bursting from her bladder. It came and came like a waterfall into the child's potty bowl.

He looked at me and snapped his fingers pointing to a spot in front of him. I knelt quickly as he turned towards me holding onto my two pigtails. "Clean me I want to hear you slurping and sucking." 

I quickly opened my mouth forming a tight zero covering my teeth with my lips. His cock was still hard as he inserted it into my face hole. I sealed my lips around his huge prick hoping I could do a good job. I could taste the mixture of cum and Annabelle's saliva in my mouth, as I began to suck and slurp with loud sucking noises. He directed my mouth down the shaft, as I gathered the spit and cum with my tongue swallowing deeply. His thick blue vein on the underside of his shaft pulsated as I licked cleaning him until there was no more cum or juice. My face was covered in the wetness of his essence. He dried his cock on my hair, when I was finished cleaning him.

"Okay Annabelle you may swallow", he said. I could see her swallowing the mouthful of cum and drool. Her face was a mess of drool, cum and sweat covering her panty covered face. He instructed me to get some tissue and dry her pee in between her legs. I felt excited touching her slit and I could tell she was aroused as well.

"Now kneel behind her Madison. Annabelle bend over and spread your cheeks. I want this slut to remove your anal plug with her teeth," he directed. I hesitated but two swats on my backside urged me on so I knelt. 

"No hands Missy."

I placed my hands behind my back and leaned against her smooth backside cheeks. My mouth was opened and still had the taste of cum. I pushed my nose against the anal plug and slowly used my mouth to get a grip on her anal plug handle. I slowly pulled my head back and I heard the plug release from her sphincter muscle. The anal plug was a stainless steel medium size with a bulb of about 1.25 inches. I noticed her bum hole stayed gapped even after the plug was released.

Next it was my turn, so I stood with the plug handle in my mouth and bent over. Annabelle knelt behind me but first had to lower my ruffled panties with her teeth, which she accomplished leaving them tucked below my cheeks. Her head disappeared under my short skirt and I felt the small anal plug release from my rectum hole.

The Professor took each of the stainless steel plugs and placed them on the sink. "Clean these thoroughly. Before I put them back into your bum holes, you will be sucking them," he instructed. 

"Is that understood subbies?" He asked.

We both answered in unison: "Sir yes Sir."

"Okay sluts I want Madison cleaning the anal plugs. Annabelle you will clean your potty bowl and then both of you will take a shower together and come back to the bedroom for your spankings. You may remove your panties from your face Missy."

As soon as the Professor left the room Annabelle became more dominate. I knew she liked to be in charge when we were roommates, but she never demonstrated it.

"Undress slut," she commanded in a firm voice looking at me. 

"No way you are not in charge," I answered furious that she should order me about.

She stepped forward and bent me under her arm and landed several swats to my bare buttocks making me scream: "You slut how dare you." I started to jump holding my fanny from the sting.

I saw the Professor enter with fire in his eyes. He must have heard the loud slaps on my backside cheeks and my yelling at Annabelle. He ordered both of us to our knees and said in a firm commanding voice. "Madison you will obey Annabelle. I don't care if you are older you need direction. Annabelle I will deal with your spanking her without my permission. Now both of you get back to what you were doing."

Both our heads dropped as we said: "Sir Yes Sir"

As the Professor left I saw the smirk on Annabelle's face as she said: "Strip Young Lady."

"Yes Ma'am," I answered quietly and politely.

I disrobed taking off my shoes, long socks, skirt, blouse and panties and folded them neatly until I was naked. I watched as she striped off of her the blouse and bra leaving her bare. She went about her business of empting and cleaning the potty chair and placing it back where it belongs. I did the same with the anal plugs remembering we were going to be sucking on them to insure they were clean.

"Okay shower time Missy, but first come over to me and kneel showing me your respect," she said firmly.

"Yes Ma'am," I answered.

I knelt submissively in front of her. My legs were spread wide with my head lowered my hands clasped behind my back. My face as well as hers was covered in drool and cum.

"Kiss my feet," again she pushed her authority.

"Yes Ma'am," I answered. I bowed my head and bent to her feet and began to kiss her bare toes. She stood looking at me as I licked and groveled at her feet. I was totally mortified to be in this position, yet strangely I was wet between my legs to be so vulnerable and not able to do anything about it.

"Heel puppy," I heard her say and followed her into the shower. 

The shower was big enough for 4 people. It was shaped in an octagon with coral colored bath tiles. It had acrylic see through windows facing the bathroom and four long benches one in each corner. She sat on one of the benches and turned the warm water on. The four shower heads faced each of the benches, when the water started it covered each bench. I was kneeling in front of her and felt the warm water on my back.

"Sit on my lap Missy, Mommy is going to wash you thoroughly." Remembering the Professor's orders I climbed up immediately. Annabelle tilted my head back and began to French kiss me with her tongue probing me deep inside my mouth. Between the water and her probing me with her tongue I was totally aroused and felt very submissive.

She released her tongue from my mouth and said: "Mommy will wash you while you suckle on Mommies nipples."

Her nipples were perky and standing on edge, as I placed my mouth over one of them and began to slurp. It felt warm and comforting as I could feel the arousal between my legs. Her nipples began to grow as I sucked on each one. I felt you take the soap to clean my body starting with my back and shoulders. You slap my bum to make me change positions. I am now flat on my back as you wash my belly, clitty, and vulva inside and out. I turn over your knee and you spread my cheeks to insure I am clean inside and out poking two fingers inside my bottom hole.

I am now kneeling in front of her and my head is pushed deep between her legs to lick on her clit and vulva. It is my first experience but I love the musty odor and smoothness of her vulva. I can feel her clit get hard and hear her groan. I feel her loosen my pigtail so that my long hair drops down covering my face. She rubs my scalp and neck with the shampoo, massaging the shampoo into my hair before rinsing it clean.

I am finished and I watch as she stands and begins the process of washing her tall lean body as I kneel beside her. She washes her hair taking out her pony tail and cleans each area of her body with the soap and shampoo until she is totally clean. 

"Make sure I am clean lick my pussy," I was hoping she would say that and I drop my head and begin the adoration of her wet vulva sticking my tongue inside of her and licking her.

After a few minutes, she pulls me to a standing position and whispers in my ear: "More later Missy." 

We towel off to dry ourselves and proceed to the bedroom.

Chapter 11:

We were holding hands as we entered the bedroom the towels covering our naked bodies. We each have our anal plug in our hands. We both gasped as we saw the hairbrush and strap lying on the straight backed chair in the center of the room.

We walk over to our Master and curtsy in unison lifting the bottom of the long fluffy towels over our hips exposing our naked front and backside.

"Hand me your plugs and curtsy again only dip lower, as I taught you both."

"Sir yes Sir," we say and hand him out plugs which he sets on the nearest table. We slowly lift our towels higher almost to our breast and curtsy nice and deep one leg behind the other.

"Curtsy again back straight remember your posture. Mouth open wide. Lift the towel so you are totally exposed and curtsy lower showing your respect," we hear him say, and follow his instructions perfectly.

"Good sluts," he is satisfied.

"Come here girls I want to see if you are clean. Hands at your sides and stand at attention, "he commanded in a low firm voice.

He began with our hair making sure it was sparkling clean running his hands through it. "Both of you will wear your hair in two braids, when we go shopping," we heard him order.

"Sir yes Sir."

His hands were firm moving over our face checking each feature carefully. He closed our eyes with his hand and inspected our eyelashes and eyebrows. "Cut your eyebrows so they are equal," he said to me and lifted my towel to spank my naked cheeks. 

I have never been inspected so closely and was beginning to fall into subspace. I could see Annabelle doing the same. Our legs were wobbly from excitement and I could smell my arousal. His hands were firm and insistent and they traveled around the back of our necks and firmly bowed our heads.

"Mouths open," he commanded.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Master took his thumbs and stretched Annabelle' mouth wide. He probed inside her mouth as if she were a prize pet. He stuck one finger inside her mouth then two fingers and finally three fingers checking her gag reflex. She did not gag just swallowed naturally. I could see Master's face was pleased and he let her know.

"Good cocksucker your practice is paying off."

"Sir thank you Sir," she replied gratefully.




Doctoral Discipline Pt. 04



It was now my turn, so he stepped in front of me and stretched my mouth wide with his two thumbs. It felt uncomfortable and I was beginning to feel mortified to be checked in this manner. He felt my tongue and stretched it out of my mouth and slowly stuck one finger inside. I almost gaged but was able to breathe slowly. He took two fingers and stuck them down my throat and I did gag feeling the pressure and lack of air. Three fingers were even worse and tears formed in my eyes as I gagged and began to drool on his fingers. He took his fingers out of my mouth and was not pleased with me.

"Naughty cocksucker you need much practice you will be sucking on a large penis shaped dido every day until you can control your gag reflex. Annabelle my good cocksucker will teach you."

"Yes Master Yes," I answered embarrassed, that I could not suck like Annabelle.

He started to check the rest of our body by moving his hands round the back of our necks causing us to bow our heads. Master checked our necks then behind and inside our ears. I felt like a 6 year old being checked by her Daddy after a bath. I felt turned on despite myself and I could see that Annabelle felt the same way. Our legs trembled and I could feel a slight dampness between my legs. It was so humbling and humiliating to be touched in this manner.

"Remove your towels subbies and fold them neatly on the table," he ordered.

Annabelle removed her towel immediately and folded it placing it on the nearest table. She stood naked with her legs spread, mouth open and her hands behind her head, which remained bowed, ready for inspection.

I rebelled, I am not sure why, and shouted "NO." ignoring the stare from Master. I stood defiant with my towel still covering my naked body. He took a step back with a slightly amused look on his face looking closely at my disobedience. He then acted and in one motion whipped the towel off of my body exposing me. The next thing I knew I was bent over his knee. His foot was resting on the spanking chair and I was jackknifed in an ignorable position head down and fanny perched high over his knee.

I could feel his large palm flattening my bum over and over. He must have landed 5 swats before the sting reached my brain, because all of a sudden I felt a sting like 100 bees had landed on my full rounded bottom cheeks. My legs were kicking and I was slobbering like a child not a 28 year old. He continued to spank me until I gave up and stopped my kicking.

He stood me up and said: "if you ever say 'no' to me again I will take you out to the wood shed and I will cane your naughty bum until you can't sit for a week.

"Sir yes Sir," I said through my tears and runny nose. He wiped my nose with a tissue and had me blow it like a 6 year old.

"Annabelle give me that clothespin on the table," he ordered. She did so quickly and watched as he snapped the clothespin opened and had me stick out my tongue. He attached it to my tongue and said: "this is what happens to naughty little girls that say 'no.' is that clear?"

"Yes sir Yes," I struggled to say with the clothespin clamped to my tongue. It did not hurt, but caused me to drool and I could not speak clearly. I immediately got into position similar to Annabelle that is my legs spread and my hands clasped behind my head.

He resumed the inspection running his hands down our backs causing a tiny shudder. Next he examined our breasts mine are larger than Annabelle's. He lifted them as if to weigh them and pulled on the two nipples which hardened instantly. He continued his inspection, as he touched our belly down to our belly button. My belly bottom was an 'innie' so he pushed it embarrassing me even more. Annabelle had an 'outie', which I never noticed and he pulled on it causing her face to glow bright red.

"Follow me girls and lay on your backs in diaper position," he ordered. We followed and lay side by side on our backs with our knees touching our chests exposing everything below our belly. I still had the clothespin attached to my tongue. He placed Annabelle's right thumb into her mouth and ordered her to suck loudly as he further inspected us. Such humiliation and shame was felt by both of us yet we were both wet between our legs and slits.

He began to probe our wet inner lips spreading them wide so he could see the pink fleshy inside. Our clit was next as he opened the hood to see the hard clitty head. I almost orgasmed, as he rubbed it slowly making it harder and harder. He then moved to urethra, he pressed it firmly until I was gasping. His finger entered my pee hole causing a small squirt to come out, which he wiped on my stretched tongue. Next, he spread our bum cheeks wide remarking that I need to be gapped and stretched and that Annabelle had a nice anal gap. 

Chapter 12:

"Okay my naughty children time for your spanking and strapping before we go to the department store for some children's items," he said.

"Sir yes Sir."

We both got up off our backs from the humbling and degrading position. He pointed to Annabelle and said: "position yourself on the time out platform in the corner face the wall and bend over touching your toes and spread your cheeks nice and wide while I spank your sister."

"Sir yes Sir," she answered respectfully and headed to the shame corner near the far wall. There was a small wooden platform located in the corner. It was about a foot off of the ground painted a bright yellow with words 'Corner time for Naughty Little Girls' printed on it in large black letters.

Annabelle stepped onto the platform and immediately jackknifed in half touching her toes then spread her backside cheeks as wide as she could, with both hands while maintaining her balance. I could see her stretched rectum facing me. Besides being a swimmer, Annabelle also was a diver which is why she was so flexible and could maintain her bent over shameful, humbling, embarrassing position. Her cheeks were white and I could see her backside muscles and thighs rippling, as she held her position.

The next thing I felt was my clothespin being removed "You will be sobbing Missy and I want to hear you as I spank you, he said. Instead he opened the clothespin and attached it to my clit. I yelped as he attached it, which earned me a quick swat.

"Missy come over my knee," He commanded. 

"No pleassssssse my bottom is so sore," I began to plead. 

"Young Lady when you misbehave you get spanked, you know the rules." 

I slowly slumped over his lap, legs straight behind me, toes pointed to the ground, as he had previously taught me. My arms were touching the ground and my bum was raised high in the air. I was naked so there was no need to raise my skirt or lower my panties. It was like a fire cracker as his large right palm landed on my cheeks. 

'Owwww' I heard myself cry out as the second and third spanks landed with a loud smack. I felt myself start to cry for the umpteenth time that day. The more I cried the more he spanked. My round bottom cheeks were on fire. He reached for the large wooden hairbrush and tapped my upper thighs and I felt a sting like no other. He proceeded to wallop my thighs from just under my cheek crease to my knees down one side and up the other making each thigh a fire engine red. I was to find out the purpose of the thigh spanking later.

"Will you say 'no' ever again Missy? He asked?

"Sir never Sir." I cried. I meant it as my backside felt like it was on fire.

He continued the hairbrush spanking on my rump landing blow after blow on my firm rounded cheeks. I knew I might not sit for a long time comfortably, and I was determined to obey him. "Okay young lady switch places with your sister only you may stand with your nose in the corner. I am going to strap her."

"Over here Young Lady you are going to get the strapping of your life and bring the strap with you," he ordered and watched as she stepped off of the corner platform letting me step up with my nose flat against the wall.

She walked over to the table and handed the spanking strap to the Professor. The strap was about 20 inches long and two inches wide. It produced a devastating sting, but was not meant to bruise the buttocks just inflict a sting pain and a stripe mark.

"Stand on the tee-bar and bend over grasp the handle." I heard him say.

'Sir yes Sir," Annabelle said with tears in her eyes she had been in this position before. The platform was about 3 inches off the ground and just big enough for two feet with a silver tee-bar in the center. It required the young lady, who was to be strapped, to bend at the waist and to hold on to the tee-bar.

Her legs were straight and her white derriere was trembling with her bum hole winking in and out from nervousness. Her cheek muscles were twitching along with her thighs and she was sobbing already from anticipation.

"Young Lady do you remember how you are to dress when meeting me?" I heard him question? 

"Sir yes sir in a schoolgirl uniform with Mary Jane buckled shoes short schoolgirl skirt, white blouse, high socks, and little girl panties," she sobbed tears flowing freely already.

He lifted the strap and landed a sting blow right on her cheeks at her thigh crease causing her to cry out.

"How did you show up Missy?" He asked?

"Sir in much too tight jeans Sir," she confessed.

"Correct," he said and landed stinging leather stripping to her backside cheeks.

"I expect obedience Young Lady," again a wicked stripping landed on her marked bottom. There were now three angry stripes on her fanny cheeks. I could hear her crying like a child from my place in the corner.

Our Master then began to strap her in earnest landing stinging stripe after stripe on her cheeks from the top to her thighs and below to her upper knee. Her entire backside was a maze of red stripes all perfectly placed to cause the most stinging. Annabelle was now beside herself from the sting. He finally stopped after about 12 stripes, with three quick stripes in a row.

"Stand up Missy," he said. Annabelle stood and started doing her spanking dance from one foot to the next but not touching her red stripped backside. She looked like a child with her tear stained face hopping up and down. She was promising to be good.

"Okay children it is time to get both of you ready to go shopping," he announced. We were still naked with very red thighs and backsides. What else could he do to us? I was learning to behave and promised myself I would study very hard.

"Lie on the bed next to each other and tilt your heads over the side and be in diaper position," He ordered as he reached for two diapers and plastic panties from the top of the dresser.

We lay on our backs, and placed our knees up to our chest spreading out legs shoulder length wide as we lay across the double bed. Our heads tilted over the edge. He reached over and placed Annabelle's anal plug in my mouth and said: "suck on it and make it nice and wet it is the only lube she will have." He did the same to Annabelle. She had a much smaller plug and was able to take it easily in her mouth. 

I began to gag from the circumference of the plug, but managed to control my breathing and got myself under control. After some 5 minutes he took each plug and inserted each one into out bottom holes forcing each of us to squirm and move around only to be stopped by some swift spanks to our thighs. My sphincter muscle grasped the head of the plug and sucked it solid against my rear end.

"Up with your bottom little girl, this will teach you to act your age," He ordered. I lifted my bottom and in one motion the diaper was placed under me. He folded it in between my legs and attached the safety pins. 

"No Master please I will be so good. Not diaper punishment. Pleassssse pleaseeeee,"

Again I started to sob: "Shhhhhh little one or Daddy will spank you again." Next I watched as he pulled a pair of pink ruffled plastic panties up my legs to cover my diaper.

He did the same with Annabelle who did not protest as much as me. He placed a white ruffled plastic panty on her. The plastic panties must have been brand new because they began to crinkle, whenever we moved. This was going to be so embarrassing to walk around the store. Everyone will know.

He moved to the other side of the bed and lowered his zipper. "Lick my cock both of you," he ordered. His cock head and shaft rose quickly from his pants and both Annabelle and myself began to slurp and suck on his head and shaft. He grasped each of our bare breasts and pulled on the nipples, as he stood over each of us. Dipping his hard thick cock into our upside mouths as if he were fucking our pussy hole.

He went back and forth making us gag as the prick went down our throats without any resistance. He stopped after some 5 minutes and told us both to get up. He zippered up and told us to get dressed our clothes were on the hanger.

We both got dressed in our now familiar schoolgirl outfits. Each time we moved we could hear our plastic panties crinkle. The short skirt just covered our panties so we had to be careful when we moved. I could feel the bulky diaper between my legs and wondered if it would show. I was mortified to be as I was 28 year old wearing diapers. Next we braided each other's hair and put a pink ribbon in mine and yellow ribbon in hers.

"Okay children lets go I will explain the rules on the way," he said and we both waddled towards the garage." Crinkle, crinkle crinkle.