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Chapter 24 - Paul's roommate problems
Paul and Amy accompanied Suzanne and one of her ex-classmates from the
art department to Central Wisconsin for three days just before the
Spring semester started. They rented a camper for Amy and Paul to change
and warm up in, as well as a snowmobile and skis as props. Only Paul
knew how to ski, and not very well. No one knew how to use the
snowmobile, but Suzanne's classmate read the instruction manual and
figured out enough to be able to turn it on and move it into place.
Suzanne had chosen a location was that was lovely, with woods to one
side and a frozen meadow sloping off to the other side. It would be hard
for her as a photographer to concentrate on the clothes, since she was
more interested in the winter beauty of the location itself.
Suzanne was a professional, however. She focused on her task at hand,
using an attractive location and an attractive young couple to make the
most out of the clothes. The message she needed to send was clear; buy
these clothes and you will look like this couple. Suddenly Suzanne
understood Paul's objections to advertising. Essentially she was using
her camera to lie and she did not feel good about that. However, like
Paul, she needed this session, to build her resume more than anything
else. She pushed her doubts aside and started shooting, her classmate
helping her with the lighting and changing film in the cameras.
The shoot itself was both fun and grueling for Paul and Amy. Over a
three-day period they tried on 100 combinations of clothing. Still, they
enjoyed much of their time over the three days. They romped in the snow
and had a chance to be totally immature. Several times Amy put on the
skis and invariably fell over, Paul having to help her up. Once she lost
her balance and fell on top of him. They both fell into the snow
laughing, with Suzanne firing away with her camera. These shots were
genuine. Amy and Paul were a real couple, having real fun.
Many of the photos went into newspaper ads as soon as Suzanne had them
developed. As she thumbed through the Sunday paper the following
weekend, it gave Amy a very strange feeling to see herself smiling under
the word "Clearance".
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At the end of February Amy began her correspondence with Wendy. She
wrote about her photo shoot with Paul, how she was doing in her classes,
and her observations with the university in general. However, mostly she
had questions, how was Wendy doing, how did she feel, what was her life
like, what was living with Burnside like?
Wendy tried to answer directly and honestly. Talking about her life was
easy. However, she was unsure about her feelings. She did not mention
anything about guilt or gambling.
Wendy did have some surprises for Amy in her letters. Amy had expected
that Burnside would punish her friend almost continuously when she left
her at the professor's house in December. That turned out not to be how
Burnside treated her. The only punishments were for specific offenses,
and just three major punishments so far, the most recent one being a
caning just two days before Amy's first letter.
Amy cringed when Wendy wrote her in detail about the whipping in
January. She realized, however, that the experience had been a turning
point in Wendy's life. She had been traumatized by that punishment, but,
Amy was under the impression that Wendy was glad to have endured it. She
certainly seemed more focused as a result of having had that experience.
In spite of the professor's harsh treatment, Wendy wrote mostly kind
things about Burnside. She struggled to please her mistress. Pleasing
Burnside was a difficult goal, but, with enough effort, one that could
be achieved. Wendy's efforts to please the professor intensified her
feelings about everything in her life, including the professor.
Amy could tell that Wendy already had changed, just two months into her
five-month sentence. The changes were reflected in her art, but also in
her writing. Wendy was very direct in what she had to say. There was a
boldness in her letters that Amy had not seen before. For example, she
was quite open about her sexual relationship with Burnside. The
professor was bi-sexual, and had brought that out in Wendy. She now felt
a passion for her mistress, a development that disturbed Amy. What if
Wendy could not let go in May? What then?
Amy wrote long, caring, almost poetic letters to Wendy. She had so much
to say to her friend, how much she missed her, how worried she was about
her. Amy's letters meant a lot to Wendy, much more than she was ever
able to express.
Wendy was both scared and excited when she read the following lines from
Amy:
"I am so much looking forward to the end of March. I will get to see
you, because Dr. Burnside wants you to start going out again, and she
wants me to take you! We will spend time together, like before! And then
you will have your life back!"
Wendy had mixed feelings. She badly wanted to spend time with Amy. She
was not so sure she wanted her life back. She still hated who she had
been before her internment and felt very comfortable surrendering
herself to Burnside.
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Amy struggled through the semester loaded down with Burnside�s work.
There were term papers, monthly tests, the midterms, and general
counseling. The students initially saw Amy as more approachable than
either the professor or Lisa Campbell, since she was only a couple of
years older than most of the other undergraduates. She actually was
younger than some of the students in the classes, the ones who had
started their studies late.
Amy still had an innocent look about her, which in reality was quite
deceptive. Her young appearance and small size made the students
under-estimate her, especially the fraternity guys. Amy had been
hardened under the tutelage of the professor. She developed the same
sharp eye for detail and the same ability to quickly judge how honest
the person sitting in front of her was. She expected respect, and was
quick to dismiss anyone who did not give it to her.
Burnside spent a long time with her student teaching her how to identify
plagiarized papers. She taught Amy tricks she had picked up over her
years of teaching. She shared her vast knowledge of where plagiarized
papers came from and who was most likely to use which ones. Burnside
showed Amy the websites containing plagiarized papers and other methods
undergraduates had for cheating. Most of them Amy previously did not
know about. However, there was one website with several papers,
including a paper about the Marshall Plan, that Amy was painfully
familiar with. With a touch of sarcasm Burnside noted "I think you
remember this one."
Amy realized that Burnside had a real fixation on academic cheating.
Burnside was an expert on the topic, but, as she explained, there was no
point in writing any articles about it. The information changed from day
to day and any article about academic cheating would be outdated before
it went to publication. Still, every day Burnside's e-mail in-box was
filled with requests for assistance or advice from other professors, and
even university presidents.
"It's a pity, because there is a lot of good information out there. It's
too bad that people are using that information not to learn or enhance
their own work, but instead to avoid working. They're just lazy and want
to stay ignorant."
Term papers were due the week before Mardi Gras. Amy graded a mass of
assignments over a five day period. Paul sat with her helping her, but
this time in a way that would not get Amy in trouble. As she completed
the grading on each paper Paul proof-read Amy's work to make sure she
stayed consistent. He separated any papers that deviated from the
standards set by Burnside and by Amy's own criteria for grading, for her
to re-grade. At first there were very few that needed to be revised, but
as Amy became increasingly tired there were more. Paul's help became
especially important after the fourth day, when Amy started to make
mistakes due to lack of sleep. However, all he did was point out her
mistakes. Paul was able to provide her with crucial assistance by doing
so, but it was up to Amy to make the corrections.
Amy identified several suspect papers that she needed to check before
returning to their authors. She separated them from the other papers.
There were six altogether. Amy expected to find half of the originals
herself, and would have to check with Burnside about the others.
On the fifth day Amy graded a paper that had language that was
disturbingly familiar. The paper had been turned in by Paul�s roommate,
Alex. However the language in the paper was Paul's. Amy recognized the
writing because she had read many things Paul had written, and was well
aware that Paul had a very distinctive way of expressing his views. He
used a lot of the professional jargon from his field, but also a lot of
the language used by the Dependency School of International Development
that he so admired. Amy decided not to ask her boyfriend about the
paper. She would get the answers herself, and if need be, talk to Paul
later.
Amy prepared one of the dreaded empty manila folders with a post-it note
inside for Paul�s roommate. In the classes Amy and Burnside passed out
the graded papers and a total of five folders. Burnside had determined
that one of the suspect papers had been honestly written, after checking
the language from the student's midterm bluebook, which matched.
In class Amy approached Alex, holding the folder up in the air. She felt
bad, because she did not know if Paul was involved in his roommate's
paper. But as she handed the folder to Alex, she saw his face go pale.
They exchanged looks, She let him know that she clearly was irritated by
the uncomfortable situation he had placed her in. Amy took the folder
back for a second, and wrote on the post-it note...
"See me before you go to Burnside."
Later that morning Alex showed up at Burnside's office. Burnside was
teaching another class so Amy had some time to be alone with Alex. He
was very nervous, and with good reason.
"Alex, close the door and sit down."
Amy got right to the point as soon as Alex was seated. She waved the
paper in the air.
"Alex, did Paul have anything to do with this paper?"
"Amy, I don't understand. Why would Paul..."
"Look, I am not an idiot! Don't even try treating me like one! This is
Paul's language! I think I ought to know, since I'm dating him! Alex, I
can assure you that YOU are screwed! That's not the issue! I want to
know about Paul! How did you get this paper?"
"Paul helped me. He suggested that I take a couple of papers he wrote
and use them to write my own."
Amy felt sick. If that were true...
At lunch Amy confronted Paul. At first he seemed confused.
"Alex asked me to lend him some of my papers. He doesn't do good term
papers and admitted that himself. I thought he just wanted to see how a
paper was supposed to be written. I told him to let me look at his paper
before turning it in, but he said he had already given it to Burnside"
"Well, look at this. Is this your paper?"
Paul thumbed through the paper. Amy could tell that from his expression
that he was genuinely surprised.
"Actually, parts of three different papers of mine are in this one. Yes,
this is my work. All of it�s mine. I sure as hell didn't think he'd pull
this when I lent him my papers, though."
Amy was relieved. She had wondered whether Paul had helped Alex cheat.
She could tell by his reaction that he had not. He was genuinely upset.
That afternoon Paul went back to his apartment and looked into the
history files of the computer he shared with Alex. He knew enough about
computers to be able to retrieve deleted files. Scrolling through
deleted term paper files, Paul made a very unpleasant discovery about
his roommate.
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Alex showed up later that afternoon at Amy's office. She glared at him
with the exact same expression Burnside would have used. He fidgeted and
looked at the floor. Amy got right to the point.
"Paul trusted you with his papers and you copied them and turned them
in. Now answer, honestly. Is that what happened?"
"Yeah."
"So Paul didn't tell you to use his papers for the class?"
"No. He wanted to read over my paper before I turned it in. I didn't let
him, obviously. I'm sorry."
Amy was hugely relieved. Alex had confirmed what Paul had told her. "You
don't owe me an apology. You owe an apology to Paul, and one to Dr.
Burnside."
"What happens now?"
"Well, under university rules you would be expelled immediately. If you
talk to Dr. Burnside I don't think that's what will happen, although you
might wish that it had...I think I know what she'll do, but I can't tell
you because I'm not 100% sure. After you talk to her, talk to me again
before you say anything to Paul."
"Please, Amy, do I have to talk to Paul about this?"
"Oh yeah, you got to tell him. He'll know, no matter what. You'll see
why."
Amy paused, then, once again giving Alex the same harsh look Burnside
would give him, added...
"I expect you to tell Dr. Burnside what you did and why you were caught.
I expect you to tell her that I caught you because I recognized Paul's
language in the paper. I doubt that telling her that will make your
situation any better, but you need to take responsibility for what you
did."
Burnside showed up before Alex left. Amy got up to leave, since she had
a class to go to. She grabbed her backpack and turned to Alex. "You
might as well tell Dr. Burnside now."
When Amy returned to Burnside's office, Burnside was by herself,
thumbing through a couple of professional journals she had just
received.
Amy wanted to know about Paul's roommate.
"Alex will be your responsibility. You caught him. I didn't."
"What do you mean, Dr. Burnside?"
"You will decide his punishment. What happens to him is entirely up to
you. You can kick him out of school, do nothing, have him host the Mardi
Gras party, whatever. I will support any decision you make."
Amy thought for a moment. She did not like being put on the spot like
this, but she realized what Burnside was doing. Burnside wanted Amy to
assume greater responsibilities to prepare herself to teach. It was not
hard for Amy to figure out what Alex's punishment would be. Amy would
switch him, and he would host Burnside's party in the nude along with
Wendy. That was standard punishment for anyone who cheated in Burnside's
classes. There was no reason why Alex should be any different.
"Dr. Burnside, I need to ask you two favors."
"Let's hear them."
"I need a copy of your discipline contract, and I'll put my name on it.
And I need you to teach me how to use your switch."
Burnside brought up her file on the computer. Amy changed Burnside's
name to her own and printed the following:
I, __________, admit to having attempted to commit plagiarism on
__________. I have read and fully understand this university's cheating
policy, and am fully aware of the consequences for committing an act of
plagiarism under the student code of ethics.
In lieu of disciplinary action from the university administration, I,
__________, freely and willingly choose to accept the disciplinary
alternative offered by my professor's student aide, Amy Debbs. I
understand that upon completion of the disciplinary alternative to Ms.
Debbs' satisfaction, I will continue my coursework and no further action
will be taken against me.
Signed __________.
Later that afternoon Alex came back for a third time, very nervous. Amy
handed him the contract.
"Here's the deal. You sign this and do what I tell you, or you get
kicked out under the student code of ethics. That's your choice."
"What's going to happen if I sign?"
"Well, I'll tell you. You are going to go to Dr. Burnside's house and
take off all your clothes the afternoon before Mardi Gras. I'm going to
punish you on the bare bottom with a leather switch. I'll give you 16
strokes, 8 on each side. That's standard for guys. Girls get 14, seven
on each side. After that you'll serve drinks at a party in the nude,
'till about 4:00 in the morning or so. There will be about a hundred
people there, including Paul. After the party is over you'll help clean
up, then you'll get dressed and go home. You'll have two weeks to
re-write the paper and then the whole thing will be forgotten. That's
what will happen if you sign. Now, if you don't sign, I'll turn the
paper over to Dr. Burnside, who will forward it with a report about your
cheating to the dean. You'll be expelled sometime next week."
Alex stared at Amy, stupefied. He looked stricken. He was pale and his
hands shook. He filled in the agreement, signed it, and handed it back
to Amy.
"Amy, please, isn't there any other way I can make this up?"
"Sure there is. You can get expelled and then check the want ads for a
job. That's your choice."
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Amy had to go to Burnside's house for the second favor, learning how to
use the switch. Burnside decided to invite Amy for dinner. When Burnside
saw a look of anticipation on Amy's face, she added that Amy should not
consider this night one of the nights she would really talk to Wendy.
The professor explained that Wendy's servitude would not be relaxed
until after Mardi Gras, when Amy would start taking her out.
Going over to Burnside's house placed Amy in a very awkward position.
She would see Wendy, and not see her, at the same time. In spite of the
fact that Amy and Wendy had written each other almost continuously over
the past two weeks, Burnside�s servent would not be allowed to talk to
her during the evening. She would serve Amy, just like she would serve
anyone else. If Amy spoke to her, she would kneel and answer.
However, there was one important indication that Wendy's life would soon
change. Burnside told Amy to bring a suitcase of her clothes. Wendy
would be allowed out of the house in about two weeks, if everything was
going well. She would be allowed to see her suitcase, and would know
that her life would begin to return to normal shortly.
Amy went over to Burnside's house the evening before Mardi Gras. Wendy
answered the door, standing behind it to not be visible to the street.
She sadly looked Amy in the eyes, but did not say anything. It shocked
Amy to have her friend right next to her, for the first time in nearly
three months, and not be able to even say hello to her.
Even though Wendy already had written her that Burnside had beaten her
much less than she expected, Amy was still surprised to see her friend's
body with almost no marks on it. There were a few faint traces on her
bottom from her most recent caning, and that was it.
Wendy's appearance had other surprises for Amy. Even though Amy knew
that Burnside had shaved Wendy's head, it was still a bit of a shock to
see her with short hair. Wendy's hair had since grown out somewhat, but
it still was much shorter than she had ever worn it previously. The
other surprise for Amy was her friend's physique. Wendy's arms and legs
were muscular and toned from her daily exercise sessions, and Amy could
see traces of muscle in her stomach. Wendy always had rather soft
features, but nearly three months of brutal exercising had hardened her
body considerably.
Wendy took Amy's coat and hung it up. She then gave a look of gratitude
when she saw the suitcase. However, Burnside ordered her to take the
suitcase to the master bedroom. It would be another two weeks or so
before Wendy would be allowed to use anything in it.
Wendy then knelt near Burnside's favorite armchair, quietly waiting for
her next set of orders. Her movements were quick and automatic. There
was no hesitation, nor was there any modesty about being the only nude
person in the room. She had been nude continuously for three months and
by now was quite used to not wearing anything except her collar.
Burnside then ordered her servant to pull the leather spanking bench, or
"horse" as she called it, into the middle of the living room. Wendy
jumped up, quickly walked to a back room, and dragged the heavy piece of
furniture into the living room. She positioned it close to a back wall,
then resumed her kneeling position near Burnside's chair. Except for the
glance she exchanged with Amy at the front door, Wendy seemed not to
acknowledge Amy's presence in the house. Amy reflected that she would
have to ask Wendy about that in her next letter.
"Wendy, I want you to finish getting dinner ready for me and Amy. Be
ready to serve in 45 minutes."
"Yes, Dr. Burnside."
Wendy quickly got up and went into the kitchen.
Burnside then tied a large, hard sofa pillow to the leather bench, at
the level where Alex's bottom would be tomorrow afternoon. She explained
about positioning herself, how to swing for maximum effect and control,
and how to hold the switch. She demonstrated several times, hitting the
pillow hard. Amy followed Burnside's instructions as best she could, and
struck hard at the pillow. She would be able to hit every bit as hard as
the professor could hit, but with slightly less control. Burnside
observed carefully what Amy was doing, repositioned her slightly, and
had her strike the pillow again. This time was better.
"OK, trial run. Hit the pillow 16 times; eight on the left side, eight
on the right."
WHUP!....WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!...WHUP!... Amy
struck hard, and struck well. There was no question that Alex would be
no better off being punished by Amy than he would be by Burnside.
Wendy brought the plates out and a bowl of salad. She poured wine for
both the professor and her guest, even though Amy was still a few weeks
away from turning 21. She seated Burnside, and then Amy. She filled the
salad plates and took her position near the kitchen door. Wendy stood at
parade rest, her feet spread shoulder-width apart, her hands clasped
behind her back, her eyes looking straight ahead.
This was a surreal experience for Amy, seeing Wendy like this. She badly
wanted her to sit down at the table, but realized that until Wendy had
her collar off that would not happen. She thought about what she would
write tomorrow. She had so many questions.
Burnside chatted about the upcoming Mardi Gras party. She would have a
total of three students hosting including Wendy, Alex, and a sorority
girl. Burnside had decided to simply flunk the others, because they had
given her attitude when she confronted them about their papers. Wendy
would be serving drinks the entire night. Alex and the sorority girl
would be fixing drinks in the kitchen. Amy was curious about Dr. Halsey
and last year�s birthday spanking.
"What happens if Dr. Halsey wants to spank you again, Dr. Burnside?"
"Oh, he will. He's done it every year for the last 17 years. It'll be 42
swats, as much as I wish it wasn't. I can't get away from my birthday,
as much as I'd like to."
During the rest of the dinner Burnside talked about a wide range of
professional issues, including her feelings about CNBC and the stock
market, Europe, and scholarships. She moved to describing her vision of
what she thought a capitalist system should be like. Then the wine went
to her head a little, and her opinions became a bit looser. Burnside
dismissed the current US leaders as idiots. As far as she was concerned,
neither Bush nor Clinton, nor anyone in Congress, had any value as a
leader.
"We are a dying nation. Any society capable of electing that idiot
Clinton, and then right after him that pathetic corporate puppet Bush,
deserves to die, and die quickly."
Burnside seemed to admire the Europeans much more. Amy said nothing.
From what Paul had told her about France, it seemed to Amy that the
Europeans were just as bad, or worse.
Amy got to see a different side of the professor, Burnside the idealist.
This is totally bizarre, thought Amy.
Amy wondered about Wendy, as she quietly stood only a few feet away.
What was going on in her mind right now, as she listened to Burnside
pontificate about her vision of capitalism and her disdain of the
country's leaders? Oh well. Another question for Wendy in tomorrow's
letter.
Again Wendy's sad eyes met Amy's as she left Burnside's house. Amy felt
sorry for her friend, knowing that she would be serving drinks all night
tomorrow in the nude. She had chosen this fate for herself, however. She
was here because she wanted to be here.
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Amy met with Paul late that night. She was not in the mood for sex, nor
was he. They had not talked to each other since Amy had confronted Alex
the first time. Paul was so infuriated with Alex that he was not
speaking to him. They both had to talk that night, Amy about Wendy and
Paul about Alex.
Amy started with describing the surreal experience she had at Burnside's
table, listening to her professor lash out at Democrats and Republicans
alike while Wendy stood, silent and naked, only a few feet away. Then
she described her confrontation with Alex, and Burnside's tutoring her
with the proper use of the dreaded leather switch.
Paul described what happened with Alex from his end. Alex at first told
him a censored version of what had happened with Amy and Burnside. Paul
responded by showing his roommate the deleted file of his paper on their
computer. He made Alex watch as he brought it up on the screen. Paul
printed it, then went through the computer's history files to find and
retrieve Alex's other recent term papers. In doing so Paul let Alex know
that he had found out that this had not been the first time Alex had
plagiarized Paul's work. Alex went white as the deleted papers appeared.
He printed the other papers. Then he simply got up and left the room. He
had nothing more to say.
Paul did have a final comment.
"As far as I'm concerned, you can treat him like Lisa treated that frat
boy last year. I don't care. I'm as pissed at him as you were with Wendy
when she tried to steal your credit card."
Amy e-mailed Burnside later that night.
Dr. Burnside. Alex will get a bit more from me than 16 strokes from
the switch tomorrow. He copied Paul's work several other times that he
didn't know about. Paul is really pissed at him. - Debbs -
Amy, what you do to him is at your discretion. I told you that I will
support whatever decision you make about his discipline. - Burnside -
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Amy, once again dressed in her nurse's outfit, complete with her
accessories, arrived at Burnside's house early. As before, she was not
wearing any underwear, in spite of the tendency of her short skirt to
ride up around her hips whenever she moved about. She would constantly
have to be pushing it down and readjusting it, but she could not resist
the daring sensation wearing that skirt with nothing underneath always
gave her.
Amy arrived alone, telling Paul to join up with her later. Wendy let her
in, and again looked into her eyes with a sad expression. She already
was wearing the metal cuffs and temporary tattoos of Burnside's servant
uniform. Her pubic hair was shaved. Because Wendy�s hair was still very
short, Burnside made her wear a maid's cap. The only thing missing were
welts on her bottom. Wendy had not cheated and thus Burnside had no
reason to punish her. Amy had written her a long letter with her
questions and laid it on her desk in the guest bedroom.
The sorority girl Burnside had mentioned was there as well, leaning
against the leather spanking bench and crying quietly. Like Wendy she
was naked, shaved, and wearing the cuffs and tattoos of the servant
uniform. Burnside had punished her just before Amy came over. Amy
glanced at her. She had the typical stupid-looking appearance of a
sorority type, but at least she was smart enough to do what was
necessary to stay in school.
Burnside had not changed yet; she was still in sweats. When Amy came out
of Wendy's room the professor handed her a paper shopping bag for Alex's
clothes. She then took Wendy and the sorority girl back to the kitchen
to help with the food and drinks.
The doorbell rang. Amy opened it and faced Alex. Reluctantly he came in.
Amy looked at him coldly.
"I have something to say to you. I talked to Paul last night. He told me
about the other papers. You lied to me, and you used Paul. You're gonna
pay for all that. Get your clothes off."
Alex reluctantly took his clothes off. Like Paul, he had an attractive
body. He stood in front of Amy, trying to cover himself, while she
stuffed his clothes in the paper bag. She motioned him to follow her to
the bathroom. She picked up a razor and a can of shaving cream.
"Shave. All your pubic hair and what's on your ass. Get it off."
Alex looked at Amy with embarrassment, waiting for her to leave.
"I'm not going anywhere. I get to watch. Come-on. Get started."
Alex lathered his pubic hair. His hands shook as he started to shave. It
was obvious that he would not be able to do it properly without slashing
himself to bits. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Give it up, Alex. I'll do it. Put your hands on your head and put your
feet apart...Now stand straight."
Alex gasped with embarrassment as he forced his hands behind his head.
Amy turned on the bath water, and then shaved around the edges of his
pubic hair, working her way towards his penis. She grabbed his penis,
pushing it to either side as she shaved near the base. He grew hard from
having her hands touch and massage him. Amy pulled the skin tight on his
testicles and proceeded to clear the area around his scrotum.
"Bend over. Grab your ass cheeks and spread �em." Amy lathered the area
around his bottom-hole and quickly shaved it clean. Alex, bent over, his
roommate's girlfriend shaving him, was sick from the embarrassment of
what was happening.
"Alex, stand up and look me in the eye."
Alex stood up. He had a furious erection, adding to his humiliation.
Reluctantly his eyes met Amy's. Amy stared at him coldly.
"I shouldn't have had to shave you and I don�t appreciate it. There's no
reason why you couldn't have done it yourself. And on top of everything
else you're getting off on it. That's disgusting."
With that Amy directed Alex to finish cleaning himself off. He dried
himself and Amy led him back into the living room, his penis still
sticking straight out. She put the metal cuffs and temporary tattoos on
his arms and legs, while Burnside, Wendy, and the other hostess watched.
Amy clipped Alex's hands behind his back and turned him to face the
three women, with his erection pointing straight at them.
"Alex, I put your hands behind your back because I don't want you trying
to cover up. Now, when you are ready to behave and keep your hands at
your sides, I'll take your cuffs off."
"I'll try, Amy. Please."
Amy unhooked Alex's cuffs. She turned to the sorority girl.
"What's your name?"
"Heather"
"Heather. Yeah, that name fits you. You look like a Heather. OK,
Heather, get a pair of medical gloves and put them on."
Heather did so, quickly. Amy realized that Heather knew how to use
medical gloves. It turned out that she was a pre-Med student. Suddenly
Amy's plans changed. That was not good news for Alex. Amy asked to see
Burnside in private.
Burnside sent the three hosts to the kitchen. Amy then asked if Burnside
if she had another nurse's dress. Of course, responded Burnside, she
often punished her lovers wearing nursing outfits. Amy asked Burnside to
lend Heather a nurse's dress and for her to be able to wear it that
evening. When Burnside handed Amy a dress and a matching cap and shoes,
Amy told the professor the rest of her plans. Her idea included a huge
break for Heather. Amy wanted her to be excused from having to serve in
the nude. She would instead wear the nursing outfit at the party, in
exchange for doing something truly wicked to Alex. When Burnside heard
Amy's plans she was a bit surprised and very impressed. Oh, yeah, Amy
looked so sweet and innocent. She wasn't.
Amy then took Heather into the bathroom. The girl�s face lit up when Amy
handed her the white dress.
"I can wear this? I don't have to be..."
"I'm giving you a break, Heather. Now you owe me. You, me, and Alex are
going to put on a little demonstration for the benefit of the party
tonight."
"Sure, Amy, whatever you want! Oh, thanks!"
"You still need to help with the drinks. But I'll need you and your
medical expertise about half-way through the party."
Heather and Amy came out the bathroom; Heather now dressed in a standard
nurse's dress. She was so relieved that she had forgotten about her
recent switching. Alex and Wendy looked at her, wondering what was going
on.
Amy suddenly realized she could make this even worse for Alex, and in
doing so give Wendy a break as well. Her professor agreed, and sent
Wendy into the master bedroom to put on a nurse's dress. Wendy, elated,
rushed to Burnside's closet. It was the first time she was allowed to
wear anything for almost three months. The dress fit loosely on her
small body, but she didn't care. Wendy came out and stood next to
Heather, both of them in white nurses' dresses with relieved
expressions. Burnside stood off to one side, still dressed in her
sweatsuit. Now Alex was the only nude person in the room. He would be
the only nude servant at the party.
The next step was Alex's switching. Originally Amy had planned to paddle
him as well, but with her new plans decided not to. She thought about
giving him extra strokes with the switch, but again, with her new plans,
decided to give Alex a "break". He would get his allotted 16. Then he
could choose to get more, or accept an "alternative punishment".
Amy ordered Alex over the leather bench. She ordered him to spread his
legs and grab the legs on the other side with his hands. She studied the
backs of his testicles and his anus, thinking about the attention that
secret opening would receive later that night, when the room was full of
people.
Amy did not clip Alex�s cuffs to the legs of the bench. She crouched in
front of him, near his face. He looked at her, his eyes full of
humiliation and fear. He was dumbfounded that Paul's girlfriend, of all
people, was doing this to him.
"I�m going to start with 16 strokes on your bottom. A year and a half
ago I took 14 strokes, in the same position, and did not get up or cry.
I expect the same from you. I expect you to be brave, to be still, and
to be quiet. If I have to hook you to this bench, I will double your
punishment."
With that Amy stood up, picked up the switch, measured her distance, and
tapped Alex's left bottom-cheek just above his thigh. She drew her arm
back and swung sharply at Alex's bottom. The switch made its familiar
whoosh and a reddish line instantly appeared at the base of the right
bottom-cheek. Alex gasped and groaned slightly. This hurt far more than
he expected. He never expected that Paul's girlfriend, of all people
could...
The switch descended again, breaking into Alex's thoughts. He gasped
again. The pain was brutal. How could he stand 14 more of these? Yet, if
he moved, Amy told him he would get double, 32...
Amy tightened her lips and struck again, slightly above the first two
strokes. Wendy and Heather looked at each other nervously. Wendy had
endured punishments far more serious than what Alex was enduring, but it
astonished her to see Amy punish someone every bit as cruelly as
Burnside could. She flinched slightly every time the switch landed on
Alex's bottom. Heather was equally surprised at the viciousness of Amy's
strokes. Burnside watched her student with approval and pride. She had
taught Amy well.
Amy struck Alex a fourth time. He gritted his teeth and gasped, making a
real effort to hold back the tears. Amy paused to study the four lines
marking the lower part of his left bottom cheek.
She changed sides, and laid the fifth stroke at the base of Alex's right
bottom cheek. He grunted harder. Amy thought she heard "Oh fuck!" under
his breath. She slashed again. He gasped yet again. She noticed dark
droplets on the carpeting under Alex's face. He was starting to cry. Amy
hit Alex two more times on the right, then stepped back to study her
work. The last of her strokes were still rising and turning dark. Her
subject had eight even strokes on the lower part of his bottom. He was
breathing heavily, but making every effort not to make any noise. Amy
felt for him, because she had done the same thing when Burnside had
punished her, now more than a year ago.
"Alex, you lied to me about Paul. You could�ve fucked up our
relationship, and obviously you didn�t care. I don't appreciate that."
With that comment Amy struck hard, right in the middle of Alex's left
bottom cheek. He grunted louder. Amy struck again, just above her last
stroke. Quickly she laid on the two final strokes that completed the
eight on Alex's left side.
"OK, Alex, just four more to go with this portion of your punishment."
Alex was in too much pain to appreciate the words "this portion". His
knuckles were white from grabbing the bench. He was trying very hard not
to scream or cry and make a fool out of himself.
Amy switched sides again and started on the final set on his right
bottom cheek. Slowly she worked her way up his bottom with her final
four strokes, enjoying the sight of the darkening lines and his
flinching skin as it bounced from each stroke. Amy admired Alex for not
screaming. It excited her to see him struggle to stay quiet. Amy was
different from Burnside in this aspect. Burnside became aroused when a
victim started screaming, while Amy was excited by watching a person
struggle to maintain self-control during a punishment.
Amy finished and told Alex to stand up. His face was distorted from the
pain and effort he was making not to scream or cry. Still, tears were
running down his face. His hands immediately went to his bottom, but
quickly went off again as he realized that the welts would not bear any
pressure.
"Put your hands on the bench so we can have a look at you."
Alex complied, and then Amy noticed his body shaking slightly with sobs.
So she had gotten him to cry after all.
Burnside walked up to Alex.
"You under-estimated Amy, didn't you? Didn't think she could do that to
you, did you?"
"Y...yes...Dr. Burnside."
Now came Amy's plan. Burnside knew it already. Heather and Wendy did
not.
"Alex, go ahead and bend back over that bench. I need to get started on
the next set of strokes."
Between gasps and tears Alex, turned around.
"What...next set? You said 16...I'm done."
"For cheating on the term paper, yes, you're done. But then there's the
fact you lied to me about Paul. That's another 16, over the ones you've
had already. And Paul told me that you plagiarized some of his other
stuff as well. That's another 16."
"Amy, you can't do that. You said 16..."
"Well, you signed the agreement that your disciplinary alternative would
be to my satisfaction. As far as I'm concerned you've been disciplined
for the midterm. But there's still the lie about Paul and the other
papers. Both are just as bad. So, you get two more sessions with the
switch."
"Dr. Burnside, please! I..."
"Don't look at me, Alex. I agree with Amy. You fucked up. If it were up
to me I'd use a whip. Get a little blood out of you."
There was no escape for Alex. He looked at the bench, then at Amy.
"Amy, please! Can't you do something else? Anything?"
"Like what, Alex? How else am I going to punish you if it isn't with
this switch?"
"Please! Anything! Something else! I can't stand it again!"
Amy exchanged glances with Wendy. She knew that Wendy had endured 70
strokes with this switch, and here Alex was, whining about just 16.
"OK. I'll stop at 16 strokes. I'll punish you a bit later, but I won't
hit your ass anymore. However, you�ll do what I tell you, when I am
ready to punish you."
"What are you going to do?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out. You agree now, or we'll do
the other two sets of 16 strokes on your ass. Which is it?"
Alex again looked at the switch, then into Amy's face.
"I'll do whatever you tell me."
Amy nodded and put down the switch.
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The party itself was a lot like Mardi Gras last year. Burnside wore the
same outfit as before, her shapely tanned bottom on display as before.
There were the same decorations, the same dancing, Burnside's usual
flirting with Dr. Halsey and her other male companions, the same drinks.
The only difference was that there was only one naked male host, and two
female hostesses in white nurse dresses.
The graduate student from last year was there with her cop boyfriend and
her large group of friends. Paul showed up in his hospital gown and his
bare bottom. He and Amy ran around together, the nurse and her patient.
Paul still was infuriated at Alex and gave him dirty looks whenever he
walked by with his tray of drinks. He had gone out of his way to help
his roommate in his classes, only to have Alex copy his papers, several
times over. He felt betrayed. Amy gave Paul an abbreviated version of
Alex's punishment, and added, "You said treat him like we treated Bill
last year. OK, that's what I have in mind. There�s gonna be a little
show after Burnside gets spanked."
There was the same question posed by Halsey to the partiers about
Burnside's birthday, the same chant of "SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK!", and
the same loud swats reverberating throughout the room. There was the
same result, Burnside playfully shaking her reddish bottom at the
cheering crowd. She went one step beyond the previous year, spreading
her feet and bending over to better show off her red bottom, as the
cameras flashed and the crowd cheered and whistled.
About a half an hour after her spanking, Burnside turned up the lights,
stood up, and silenced her guests. Amy ordered Wendy and Heather to
stand with her in front of a sturdy table that Burnside and Halsey had
cleared just a few minutes before. The three nurses stood together at
the table while Burnside announced that the party would be treated to a
medical demonstration. Paul hooked Alex's wrist cuffs together in front
of him and led him to where Amy was. Paul then made Alex kneel in front
of three young women. On cue Amy, Heather, and Wendy put on their
medical gloves. Alex looked around him in terror. He started to wonder
if he should have accepted the extra two punishments on his bottom.
Paul stepped back, as Amy took Alex's arm and forced him to get up on
the table on his elbows and knees, with his striped bottom spread wide
and high in the air. Amy tapped the insides of his knees to force them
further apart. Any then ordered Alex to put his hands in the air. She
climbed up on the table and attached Alex�s wrists to a chain hanging
from the ceiling that had two clips for his cuffs. With a series of
sharp taps to his legs Amy positioned Alex so that his back was arched,
his bottom stuck well out, and his legs spread widely. The partiers
standing behind Alex had an excellent view of his anus and the back of
his testicles. Alex�s face was deep red from humiliation, but worse was
yet to come.
Amy then motioned Wendy to pick up an empty glass jar from the next
table.
Amy grabbed her victim�s cuffed hands and drew her own face close to
his. She stared into his eyes with a ferocious expression, a combination
of lust, cruelty, and triumph. "You�ll do what we tell you. If you
don't, you'll get 32 strokes with the switch in front of all these
people, and then I might just flunk you anyway."
With that Amy jumped off the table and grabbed Alex�s feet. Amy�s
graduate student acquaintance grabbed a flashlight from her boyfriend's
belt and shined it at Alex's penis from the front. Amy nodded at Heather
to begin, while Paul stood quietly in his hospital gown, watching with
crossed arms.
Heather shoved her finger up Alex's bottom. She found his prostate gland
and began massaging it. Alex immediately went hard. Within a minute he
had a furious, throbbing erection. Heather continued to move her finger
inside, gently manipulating his prostate. She again looked over at Amy,
who nodded for her to continue.
Alex suddenly realized what Heather was about to force him to do. In
front of all these people. His fears were confirmed when Wendy put the
jar over the end of his penis. With her free hand Heather grabbed the
shaft of Alex's penis and began massaging it, as well as his prostate.
He held back as long as he could, but Heather's fingers continued to
manipulate him mercilessly, both from the front and from the back. He
groaned as he released over and over into the jar. The cameras flashed
and the crowd cheered as they watched the white jets shoot out. Tears
ran down Alex's cheeks as Heather got spasm after spasm out of him.
Heather then let go of his penis and pulled out her finger out of his
bottom. Wendy held the jar up high, displaying a rather impressive
amount of semen to the cheering crowd.
Amy then laid a fearsome slap across Alex�s bottom. �Get your butt out.
I�m sure everyone still wants to have a good look at it. If you dare
move before I tell you, kiss your career goodbye.�
With that several female guests lined up at the table to fondle Alex and
slap his bottom hard with their open hands. Several guests took pictures
as they took turns smacking his already badly marked backside. Amy had
promised not to punish Alex any more, but had said nothing about the
other guests. Alex tried to face away from his tormentors and their
cameras, but obediently shifted position and pushed his bottom out as
best he could. The hard slaps on top of his welts were pure agony.
Alex could not believe this nightmare. He began to cry as the crowd of
women surrounding the table laughed and teased him. He was able to fully
appreciate his complete public humiliation. He had betrayed his
roommate, and now was paying dearly for it. He was absolutely
dumbfounded that Paul�s innocent-looking girlfriend could have done this
to him.
Finally, after the longest half hour of Alex�s life, Amy climbed back on
the table to unhook the cuffs. She ordered him to get cleaned up and get
back to his main duty of serving drinks. He rolled off the table and
staggered to the bathroom.
Amy, Heather, and Wendy lined up in front of the table as the entire
room exploded into cheering and applause. As Burnside smiled and
gestured to them, the three nurses bowed to their audience, and then
split up. Wendy returned to the kitchen and Heather picked up her drink
tray. Amy and Paul went to the bathroom to retrieve Alex. She pounded on
the bathroom door.
"Alex, get back out here! Your break is over!"
She heard the splashing of water in the bathtub. She pounded the door
again.
"Come-on! Out!"
Reluctantly Alex opened the door. He faced Amy and Paul. It was Paul who
spoke.
"Look, Alex. I don't appreciate what you did, and I sure as hell don't
appreciate that you lied to Amy about me! Well guess what? You're going
to re-write every one of the four reports I found on the computer and
turn them in, and explain what you did to your professors. I'll go with
you. And until you do, Amy's keeping your Burnside paper."
"Paul, please! I can't do four..."
"Well, you're gonna learn! I'll help you. But before this semester is
over, you'll write some honest papers! You'll have plenty of time during
Spring Break!"
"Spring Break?! But I'm gonna go to..."
"Mazatlan. Well, now you won't. As Burnside would say, you're gonna
spend quality time with your books!"
Amy chimed in.
"Alex, there are guests waiting for their drinks. Get back to work."
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When the party ended Wendy, Heather, and Alex had to put the furniture
back and clean up. Paul�s roommate was very subdued. He barely could
face his two fellow servants. Burnside made it worse by forcing him to
stay nude while Heather and Wendy kept their dresses on. Finally,
totally exhausted, they finished at about 9:00 a.m., leaving Burnside's
house as clean as it had been before the party started.
Then something strange happened, to cap off a very strange night. As it
got lighter outside, Burnside gave Alex and Heather their clothes back
and dismissed them. Heather pulled off her nurse's dress in front of
Alex to get dressed. He noticed her attractive body and the 14 red
stripes on her bottom from her own punishment. Suddenly he got some of
his self-confidence back. On inspiration he asked her if she was free
tomorrow night. She looked at him, considered for a second, then said.
"Sure, why not? Let me give you my phone number."
The Wanderings of Amy - Chapter 25
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