College Job (F/M story)

Roger walked up to the house, his body language clearly revealing that he wanted to be as far away from the place as humanly possible. He glanced at the address again, making sure he was at the right place.

He shook his head, frustrated at the situation. So what if he'd been drinking in his room at the dorm? He was an adult, for crying out loud. He should be allowed to drink where he wanted to. With a heavy sigh, he concluded that he was at the right address after all. He reached out to ring the doorbell.

A few seconds later, a girl about his age opened the door. She was short, with long red hair and a short skirt. Probably the daughter of the woman he was sent to see, he concluded. He hoped she wouldn't be allowed to watch his punishment – he couldn't imagine something worse than having this cute little thing watch his punishment.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked.

"Uhm. I have a note here for a Miss Debbie..." he said, hoping she wouldn't know what that entailed. He was completely unprepared for the shock that was to come.

"That's me," the girl said, holding her hand out for the note. "Miss Hartley sent you, right?"

"YOU'RE Debbie?" he said, staring at her in shock. This was the strict disciplinarian? This slip of a girl, barely out of her teens – if that?

"MISS Debbie, to you," she said, frowning. Her hand was still extended, waiting for the note. When he didn't move, she reached out and took it from his hand. "Usual stuff I see. Drinking at school grounds, wanted alternative to expulsion... dime a dozen, really." She held the door open. "Come on in, and we'll get this taken care of."

"You look like you're still in college," Roger said as he entered, still shocked by this turn of events.

"I am," she said as she closed the door behind him, leading him into a comfortable living room. "Doing Miss Hartley a few favours, and getting paid as a teacher's assistant. I'd do it for free, but I'm not going to refuse the money offered to me. A few years ago, my older brothers were studying here, and doing so quite poorly," she said, with an almost disinterested air as if she'd told the story a hundred times before. "When I began here, I could see with my own eyes the mischief they got up to. Skipping class, drinking all night, loud music..." she shook her head, before shrugging. "So I spanked them."

"You... spanked your older brothers?" Roger said.

"Pulled their underpants down, took them over my knee and spanked them until they sobbed their eyes out – and for quite some time after that too. Their grades improved dramatically after that – though I did give them a few reminders, just to keep them at the top of their game." She sat down on the couch. "Anyway, Miss Hartley saw the change that came over my brothers, and asked them why they were working so hard. They refused to answer her, so she asked me. I showed her how I'd gotten their attention."

"Showed her?" he asked in an alarmed voice.

"Spanked them right in front of her," she explained. "She was a bit shocked as I called them in and pulled their underpants down – and so were they, to be honest - but by the time they were allowed into the corner, she seemed quite pleased with my work." She smiled, satisfied with herself. "But there were plenty of other lazy students, of course. So we decided to make a deal; any time a student faces expulsion as a result of low grades or other misbehaviour, we give them the chance to come here and take a spanking from me instead. Some refuse the deal, but we see a marked improvement in the behaviour of those that accept." She looked at him, her eyes suddenly cold. "Which brings us neatly to why YOU'RE here."

Roger felt a cold shiver down his back. This was unbelievable. The girl was a foot shorter than him, and looked like a stiff breeze would knock her off her feet, and he was scared witless by her.

"I trust Miss Hartley told you what you could expect here?" she said. He nodded. "What did she say?"

"She said... she said you'd punish me, miss."

"Oh, that's all she told you?" she said teasingly. "She didn't tell you I would give you a good spanking? She didn't tell you I'd take your trousers and underpants down first? She didn't tell you I would smack your bottom hard until it was very, very red and you were very, very sorry?"

"Uhm. She said all of those things, miss."

"Good," Debbie said with a grin. "You know what's coming, then. I don't think there's any reason we shouldn't start right away, then." She sat up, patting her lap. "Take off everything below the waist and lay over my lap, please."

He stared at her. "E... everything?"

She sighed. "You were promised a BARE-BOTTOM spanking, were you not? I believe those were Miss Hartley's exact words?" He nodded. "Well, tell me, genius, how are you going to get a BARE-BOTTOM spanking if I don't BARE your BOTTOM?"

Reluctantly, he took off his trousers, folding them and placing them on a nearby chair. He looked at the girl that was about to take him over her knee. She was a cute, petite woman. The thought that she would not only see him naked, but actually SPANK him, was the most embarrassing thing he could imagine. She was wearing a tight top, and a short skirt that almost revealed her panties when she sat down. He took off his socks, placing them on the chair, and was about to lower his underpants when he suddenly discovered something that would make this even more humiliating.

He had an erection.

"Come on, get your clothes off," Miss Debbie said impatiently. "I haven't got all day."

He hesitated, but as he saw the frown on her face, he realized that any time wasted could have dire consequences. He took a deep breath and lowered his boxers.

"Aw, how cute. You think this is going to be fun, do you?" She smiled. "Don't worry. It will be long gone by the time your spanking is over, I promise you that. You're not the first naughty boy to go over my lap with an erection."

She patted her lap again, and he leaned forward, placing himself over those soft thighs. Her soft skin under his, the smell of her perfume – the contact between them would have been heavenly in any circumstances but these. She adjusted him over her lap, so that his bottom was raised over her knee. She rubbed his bottom gently, giving it a quick pinch. "Are you ready for this, you naughty, naughty boy?"

She didn't wait for an answer before she began the spanking.

Roger hissed in pain as the first smacks landed on his backside, and his mind, which had gone slightly cloudy, was suddenly crystal clear. Her hand stung like crazy.

"Stop kicking," Miss Debbie said strictly, without pausing the assault on his bottom for a single second. "If I have to hold you down, you'll regret it."

"But it hurts!" he whined.

"Spankings tend to do that," she explained calmly. "That's the point of them."

He tried his hardest to lie motionless as her hand moved from cheek to cheek, bringing a sharp pain every time they crashed down on his unprotected buttocks. Finally, when he could feel tears at the edges of his eyes, she stopped.

"Hm," she said as she poked his bottom, taking a close look at the pink flesh before her. "Yes, I think the first part of your spanking is over."

"First part?" he said. He didn't like the sound of that.

"Well, yes," she said. "You didn't think that was it, did you? I told you that you would be very red and very sorry before you were allowed to leave." She pinched his bottom, causing him to hiss in pain. "This is barely pink. We have a long way to go yet, little boy." She gave his tight a quick slap. "Now, get up and go over to that drawer. You'll find a hairbrush that I want you to bring back here."

He got to his feet, staring at her. His butt was already burning like crazy. How could she expect him to take any MORE?

She noticed his hesitation. "Let me simplify things, Roger," she said. "You only have two options here. One, you leave this house, and take your expulsion. Two, you go get that brush and get your little butt over my knee for the rest of your spanking. Those are your options, so whatever you choose, I suggest you get moving before I decide to add to your punishment."

He certainly didn't want extras, so he walked over to the drawer, gasping as he pulled out the brush. It was a large, thick brush of hard wood that looked like it would be absolute murder on his bottom. "I'm waiting," she reminded him, and with heavy heart, he handed the object to the waiting girl. She patted it against her palm, giggling as she watched him squirm. "Not looking forward to this, are you, Roger?" She smiled. "That's the point, after all." She patted her lap impatiently, and once again, he found himself over those soft thighs.

He cried out as the brush suddenly crashed down on his backside and an explosion of pain spread across his poor cheeks. He jerked around, trying to get away from the awful sting, but she had been prepared, locking his legs with her own to make sure he didn't go anywhere. One arm circled around his waist. she giggled to herself as he trashed around on her lap, trying in vain to escape the pain.

"Are you sorry you've been such a bad boy, Roger? I'd hate to do this to you again," she said, which was an obvious lie.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to the young man, he was let off her lap. He sank down to his knees, and she held his head in her lap as he cried.

"I hope you've learned your lesson," she said. "Because Miss Hartley won't hesitate to send you back here if she thinks you need it, believe me."

He believed her.