Lessons in Humiliation

Jennifer starts her day bent over her professor's thighs, taking a humiliating spanking in front of all her peers as her punishment for something mundane and totally undeserving of such degradation.

She would bemoan the unfairness of such a punishment, but she loves every second of the pain and pleasure dealt by the professor's powerful hand, every hit accompanied by a warm press of fingers inwards, right where she craves to be touched the most.

In Art, her professor ties her up and spreads her open, filling her up with toys and other things, before allowing the students to immortalize her humiliation on canvas, and then after that, she is taught a lesson of edging, as she's pushed right on the precipice by students taking her one after the other.

Her lessons have just begun.

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“Ms. Jennifer.”

She cringes into her desk at the stern voice that slides across the classroom, breaking through the low chatter. Silence falls and every student turns to stare at her, their gazes knowing, anticipating. She struggles to maintain her composure as she stands, not wanting to let weakness show, but it's difficult.

It's pure bad luck that she was wrongly assigned in a class with all guys instead of in the all-girl's class she's supposed to be in, but the administrators tell her that it's too late to relocate her. The other classes are all filled to capacity and if she insists on making a fuss out of it, she will just have to skip the entire semester.

One stupid mistake isn't worth six months of her life.

Or is it?

Her work is slammed on top of her desk.

“This is unacceptable,” the man says. She chews on her bottom lip, struggling not to open her mouth and challenge her professor that her work is arguably one of the best ones in class. He's punished the others before, but it's nowhere near as humiliating as her own punishment.

“Come to the front of the class, please,” he says, dragging the chair from the corner of the room to the front middle of the class, where everyone can see. He sits down and pats his lap.

For several seconds, nobody moves. She is so very tempted to stand and walk to the door and never come back, but she doesn't have that luxury.

She stands up and holds her head high as she walks up to the front. She doesn't need prompting to know what comes next. She's hardly the first person to be punished with a spanking, nor would she be the last.