It was Friday evening, and Xavier was getting ready for his wilderness trial. He would be blindfolded, dropped at a seemingly random spot in the woods at a certain distance from the Academy, and have to find his way back. It was well-known that Xavier was the most talented of the students, so a small crowd had gathered to watch him leave. Among them was Nova, who had decided to replace her usual uniform trousers with a loose-fitting skirt. After all, it was only a few hours since Xavier had put her across his knee and spanked her bare bottom soundly for trying to cheat by messing with his supplies, and her butt was still far too sore for the tight garment. She also wasn't wearing panties, but fortunately, it was not a windy day, so hopefully, no one would know. At least enough time had passed that no one could see that she'd cried – not that anyone paid her any attention anyway.
As Xavier prepared to leave with the instructors, he suddenly turned to Nova, waving her over. Surprised by this move, she stared at him, wondering what he was planning now. He had a sadistic streak, which was one of the things she loved about him, and she was curious what he'd do to humiliate her now. As she walked forward, she could feel the other staring at her as if noticing her for the first time, which was probably true for most of them. They clearly wondered who she was, and why Xavier was paying her any attention.
When she came close enough, Xavier grabbed her shirt, pulled her forward, and kissed her passionately. Her eyes widened, but she quickly closed them, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers. "For luck," he explained, and as he left, he gave her a gentle pat on the backside – though due to the severe spanking he'd given her, it still stung quite a bit.
Once Xavier was gone, she noticed the crowd staring more than ever. She was a nobody, yet Xavier had clearly claimed her as his in front of the crowd. Who was she?
Nova talked to more of her fellow students over the next hour than she'd done in the six months previously.
Late Saturday evening, Xavier returned to the Academy. Apart from the instructors, Nova was the only one waiting for him, as most believed that even he wouldn't be back until morning. Once the instructors had registered his arrival, they left, and Nova and Xavier found themselves alone.
"29 hours," he said. "Not bad. I believe the previous best time was 34?" he asked, as if he wasn't sure. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, since his memory was perfect.
"It was," she pouted. The previous record had been hers. As expected, he hadn't just broken her record – he'd smashed it. Like he always did.
"No pouting, young lady, or I'll give you something to cry about," he scolded, before kissing her. She blushed and smiled at him, both from the kiss and from the threat.
"You know, Sable was heartbroken when we locked lips," she told him, her face displaying no small amount of satisfaction. Sable was the popular, attractive girl who'd flirted with him.
He frowned. "I should have anticipated that. She didn't give you any trouble, did she? I'll have to –"
"It was fine," she assured him. "But thank you for worrying. Hartley did his best to comfort her. I think they might be dating now."
He grinned. "Oh? Those two might be good for each other." Suddenly, he reached his hand up under her skirt, causing her to flinch and blush. She glanced around, but fortunately, no one was around. "Tut, tut. Still not wearing panties? I'll have to punish you for that on Friday, you know."
She stared meekly at the floor, hoping he hadn't seen the smile on her face.
Friday evening, Nova headed to Xavier's quarters. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she knocked on the door. With his usual cruelty, he let her wait for a while before finally answering. It was probably only seconds, but it felt a lot longer to her. "Oh, Nova. How good to see you," he said, smiling as he opened the door. "Please, come in. Now, what can I do for you?"
She blushed. He would force her to ask for it, just as she knew he would. She took a deep breath, gazing into his piercing eyes as she said, "Please put me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking, master."
He grinned. "Perfect. Just what I told you to say – how lovely. Have you been practicing in front of a mirror?"
Nova didn't respond, but once again, she wondered how he knew. Was he a mind reader? That would actually explain a lot of things…
"Well, I see no reason not to get started right away, do you? Well, then." He sat down on the sofa. His voice grew cold and commanding. "Strip."
"I'm sorry?" she gasped.
"Not yet, but you will be long before I'm done today, I assure you. Now strip."
She started to remove her shirt. "H-how… how much do I …"
"All of it," he said, his voice still hard as steel. The kind of voice that made her want to obey. "I want you as naked as the day you were born."
Nova blushed as she continued to undress. She'd expected to be pulled over his lap, have him take her trousers and panties down, that sort of thing – being forcefully undressed by a stern man as he spanked her had been great fun. But as she removed her bra, and saw his eyes drink in her every curve, she could definitely see the appeal of this as well. It was humiliating, but she'd never felt sexier in her life.
Before long, she stood nude and shivering before him, her clothes folded neatly in a pile on the table.
"Hands at your side, girl. Stop covering yourself." He grinned. "There, that's better. Oh, look at how wet you're getting. You're enjoying this, you filthy girl."
She nodded – she couldn't really deny it, and he would certainly punish her more harshly if she tried.
"I think it's time we started your punishment," he told her. He patted his lap. "Bend over my knee, young lady."
Nova stepped forward, lowering herself over the strict man's lap. His left hand began to stroke her quivering buttocks gently. "What a beautiful bottom you have, girl. So soft and pale. I think it's –"
She gasped as the first smack hit. He had deliberately calmed her down with his caresses, then taken her by surprise. She turned her head to gaze at him, and saw him smiling at her reaction.
"Eyes forward, girl," he told her sternly, and continued to spank her bottom.
Nova noticed the differences from the spanking he'd given her a week ago. Last time, he'd started off over her uniform trousers, relatively gently at first. This time, not only was her bottom bare, but she was fully nude. She was defenceless and vulnerable before him, and he spanked much harder than before – or maybe it just felt like it.
His hand moved rapidly from cheek to cheek, and she yelped and squirmed. She felt his erection poking her in the stomach, causing her to blush bashfully. There was something about him that made her feel like a virgin again.
He continued to spank her severely, and she squealed from his firm slaps. "I think that's enough of a warm-up," he declared eventually. "Get up." She did as she was told, slightly confused by this turn of events. He nodded to the pile of clothes. "Bring me your belt."
With a feeling of trepidation, she retrieved the belt from her trousers. The uniform belt was wide and heavy, and if he smacked her with it – which she guessed was his intent – it would sting a lot.
She could barely wait.
Her knees trembled as she handed him the belt. "Back over my knee," he commanded, and she once again assumed the position. He looped the belt, tapping it quickly against her cheeks before lifting it and letting it fly.
She howled as the leather cracked down on her soft, unprotected flesh. She tried to squirm out of the way, but he wrapped his right arm around her waist to hold her in place. Firmly in his grip, there was nothing she could do but cry out and kick her legs as he belted her soundly – and cry and kick she did.
The burning pain in her bottom was unbearable as the belt struck her again and again. She knew she'd have blisters for days, and it would take some time before she could sit comfortably again. And yet, for some reason she couldn't hope to comprehend, she would savour every minute of it.
Her bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he was finished. Several strokes had also struck her thighs, but she was fairly sure that hadn't been an accident. Xavier didn't make mistakes like that – it had been on purpose, to mark her as his. She couldn't wear shorts for a few days, unless she wanted everyone to see that she'd been strapped. That would certainly raise some questions she had no wish to answer.
She rose to her feet, dripping wet. "Could I have … could you …" She gestured vaguely down, too embarrassed to outright ask him to finger her again. Last time had been absolutely divine.
To her dismay, he shook his head. "Not this time. This time, we'll finish another way. Kneel before me."
She obeyed instantly, and he nodded towards the bulge in his trousers. "I think it's only fitting that you thank me properly for your spanking, don't you? Show me how grateful you are." He grinned.
She blushed as she unzipped his trousers, freeing his erection from the confines of his clothing. She placed her lips on it, ready to reward him for everything he had done for her.
As Xavier prepared to leave with the instructors, he suddenly turned to Nova, waving her over. Surprised by this move, she stared at him, wondering what he was planning now. He had a sadistic streak, which was one of the things she loved about him, and she was curious what he'd do to humiliate her now. As she walked forward, she could feel the other staring at her as if noticing her for the first time, which was probably true for most of them. They clearly wondered who she was, and why Xavier was paying her any attention.
When she came close enough, Xavier grabbed her shirt, pulled her forward, and kissed her passionately. Her eyes widened, but she quickly closed them, enjoying the feeling of his lips against hers. "For luck," he explained, and as he left, he gave her a gentle pat on the backside – though due to the severe spanking he'd given her, it still stung quite a bit.
Once Xavier was gone, she noticed the crowd staring more than ever. She was a nobody, yet Xavier had clearly claimed her as his in front of the crowd. Who was she?
Nova talked to more of her fellow students over the next hour than she'd done in the six months previously.
Late Saturday evening, Xavier returned to the Academy. Apart from the instructors, Nova was the only one waiting for him, as most believed that even he wouldn't be back until morning. Once the instructors had registered his arrival, they left, and Nova and Xavier found themselves alone.
"29 hours," he said. "Not bad. I believe the previous best time was 34?" he asked, as if he wasn't sure. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, since his memory was perfect.
"It was," she pouted. The previous record had been hers. As expected, he hadn't just broken her record – he'd smashed it. Like he always did.
"No pouting, young lady, or I'll give you something to cry about," he scolded, before kissing her. She blushed and smiled at him, both from the kiss and from the threat.
"You know, Sable was heartbroken when we locked lips," she told him, her face displaying no small amount of satisfaction. Sable was the popular, attractive girl who'd flirted with him.
He frowned. "I should have anticipated that. She didn't give you any trouble, did she? I'll have to –"
"It was fine," she assured him. "But thank you for worrying. Hartley did his best to comfort her. I think they might be dating now."
He grinned. "Oh? Those two might be good for each other." Suddenly, he reached his hand up under her skirt, causing her to flinch and blush. She glanced around, but fortunately, no one was around. "Tut, tut. Still not wearing panties? I'll have to punish you for that on Friday, you know."
She stared meekly at the floor, hoping he hadn't seen the smile on her face.
Friday evening, Nova headed to Xavier's quarters. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she knocked on the door. With his usual cruelty, he let her wait for a while before finally answering. It was probably only seconds, but it felt a lot longer to her. "Oh, Nova. How good to see you," he said, smiling as he opened the door. "Please, come in. Now, what can I do for you?"
She blushed. He would force her to ask for it, just as she knew he would. She took a deep breath, gazing into his piercing eyes as she said, "Please put me over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking, master."
He grinned. "Perfect. Just what I told you to say – how lovely. Have you been practicing in front of a mirror?"
Nova didn't respond, but once again, she wondered how he knew. Was he a mind reader? That would actually explain a lot of things…
"Well, I see no reason not to get started right away, do you? Well, then." He sat down on the sofa. His voice grew cold and commanding. "Strip."
"I'm sorry?" she gasped.
"Not yet, but you will be long before I'm done today, I assure you. Now strip."
She started to remove her shirt. "H-how… how much do I …"
"All of it," he said, his voice still hard as steel. The kind of voice that made her want to obey. "I want you as naked as the day you were born."
Nova blushed as she continued to undress. She'd expected to be pulled over his lap, have him take her trousers and panties down, that sort of thing – being forcefully undressed by a stern man as he spanked her had been great fun. But as she removed her bra, and saw his eyes drink in her every curve, she could definitely see the appeal of this as well. It was humiliating, but she'd never felt sexier in her life.
Before long, she stood nude and shivering before him, her clothes folded neatly in a pile on the table.
"Hands at your side, girl. Stop covering yourself." He grinned. "There, that's better. Oh, look at how wet you're getting. You're enjoying this, you filthy girl."
She nodded – she couldn't really deny it, and he would certainly punish her more harshly if she tried.
"I think it's time we started your punishment," he told her. He patted his lap. "Bend over my knee, young lady."
Nova stepped forward, lowering herself over the strict man's lap. His left hand began to stroke her quivering buttocks gently. "What a beautiful bottom you have, girl. So soft and pale. I think it's –"
She gasped as the first smack hit. He had deliberately calmed her down with his caresses, then taken her by surprise. She turned her head to gaze at him, and saw him smiling at her reaction.
"Eyes forward, girl," he told her sternly, and continued to spank her bottom.
Nova noticed the differences from the spanking he'd given her a week ago. Last time, he'd started off over her uniform trousers, relatively gently at first. This time, not only was her bottom bare, but she was fully nude. She was defenceless and vulnerable before him, and he spanked much harder than before – or maybe it just felt like it.
His hand moved rapidly from cheek to cheek, and she yelped and squirmed. She felt his erection poking her in the stomach, causing her to blush bashfully. There was something about him that made her feel like a virgin again.
He continued to spank her severely, and she squealed from his firm slaps. "I think that's enough of a warm-up," he declared eventually. "Get up." She did as she was told, slightly confused by this turn of events. He nodded to the pile of clothes. "Bring me your belt."
With a feeling of trepidation, she retrieved the belt from her trousers. The uniform belt was wide and heavy, and if he smacked her with it – which she guessed was his intent – it would sting a lot.
She could barely wait.
Her knees trembled as she handed him the belt. "Back over my knee," he commanded, and she once again assumed the position. He looped the belt, tapping it quickly against her cheeks before lifting it and letting it fly.
She howled as the leather cracked down on her soft, unprotected flesh. She tried to squirm out of the way, but he wrapped his right arm around her waist to hold her in place. Firmly in his grip, there was nothing she could do but cry out and kick her legs as he belted her soundly – and cry and kick she did.
The burning pain in her bottom was unbearable as the belt struck her again and again. She knew she'd have blisters for days, and it would take some time before she could sit comfortably again. And yet, for some reason she couldn't hope to comprehend, she would savour every minute of it.
Her bottom was bright red and throbbing by the time he was finished. Several strokes had also struck her thighs, but she was fairly sure that hadn't been an accident. Xavier didn't make mistakes like that – it had been on purpose, to mark her as his. She couldn't wear shorts for a few days, unless she wanted everyone to see that she'd been strapped. That would certainly raise some questions she had no wish to answer.
She rose to her feet, dripping wet. "Could I have … could you …" She gestured vaguely down, too embarrassed to outright ask him to finger her again. Last time had been absolutely divine.
To her dismay, he shook his head. "Not this time. This time, we'll finish another way. Kneel before me."
She obeyed instantly, and he nodded towards the bulge in his trousers. "I think it's only fitting that you thank me properly for your spanking, don't you? Show me how grateful you are." He grinned.
She blushed as she unzipped his trousers, freeing his erection from the confines of his clothing. She placed her lips on it, ready to reward him for everything he had done for her.
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