The Female Disciplinarian

Eric was ready to call his favorite spanking phone sex line. He’d had a new spanking fantasy looping through his mind for weeks, making him rock hard every time he thought about it. But tonight, he wanted to role-play it, not just think about it. He fingered the thick leather paddle by his side and dialed the number. After telling her about his female disciplinarian fantasy, they started to role play…

“I believe you know why I’ve called you into my office,” said the Dean of the school. She was a mature woman, but still incredibly sexy. She had that commanding aura about her that made anyone near her want to obey her. “Your hijinks at this university have not gone unnoticed by the staff, and I’m beginning to get complaints.” She continued to scold him, making it clear exactly how much trouble he was in, and if he didn’t make amends he would find himself expelled from college.

“You’re absolutely right, Ma’am. My behavior has been terrible. But I’m very sorry and I promise it won’t happen again,” Eric said.

She rose and began to pace. The clicking of her stiletto heels on the polished wood floor echoed around her large and ornate office. “Sorry? You don’t look very sorry, young man. And unfortunately for you, there is only one recourse left for you if you do not wish to be expelled.” He heard her opening one of the many glass fronted cases decorating her office, but didn’t dare look around. “This particular college happens to have a very old rule still on the books allowing for corporal punishment. And that’s the only way you’re going to escape expulsion.”

He swallowed hard as she returned to her desk with a thick leather paddle in one hand. “This paddle has served me very well over the years and kept plenty of you unruly young men out of trouble.” She walked over to him, tapped the paddle against his lap, seeming to accidentally rub it against his cock as she continued. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Eric, so I suggest you lower your pants and accept your punishment.’

He stood up and meekly lowered his pants and boxers, embarrassed that he had an incredibly hard erection. He tried to cover himself with his shirt tails but the smirk on her face told him she’d seen. “Over my knee now, and don’t be shy about it. I’ve done this before, you know.” He guessed she had. With the touch of a born female disciplinarian, she pulled him down over her lap and gave his naked backside several quick, hard swats.

He knew she could feel his enormous erection, but she seemed to ignore it. The heavy leather paddle was thick and she had no mercy. Again and again she struck him with it, until his ass was bright pink and hot to the touch. He tried not to squirm but the pain was so relentless that at one point, he reached around to try to put his hand over his red hot rear. But she quickly and easily intercepted his hand and pinned his wrist to the small of his back without even a pause in the spanking. He was amazed to realize that her stern confident control of him was making his cock even harder, despite the pain.

Finally she stopped. He panted with relief for a moment and then jumped as she began to caress his tender cheeks with a blessedly cool hand and asked “Have you learned your lesson, young man?” Before he could reply, her hand had dropped lower, teasing his balls with just the tips of her fingers. “Are you ready to show me you know how to be a good boy?” She asked quietly.

He was MORE than ready. “Yes… yes ma’am,” he said as he slid off her lap and onto his knees between her legs as she slid her skirt up . . . .