Gladly

"I'm always here for your pastoral needs, Bethany," you reply. "If you need a spanking then I'm happy to oblige. Now, has your boyfriend given any indication what sort of punishment he feels is appropriate?"

Your student seems relieved at your willingness to discipline her and is all bright smiles and bubbliness when she answers.

"Oh, Jason's only twenty-three; he never gets involved in my spankings himself. When I'm at home, if he thinks I've done something that might deserve a punishment, we'll normally talk to my father about it and he'll decide what, if anything, I get. That's why I need your help, Professor."

You nod sagely, before asking another question.

"Does that mean Jason doesn't want to know the details of any chastisements you receive?"

"Not at all! He loves to watch and give me a stern talking-to while I'm crying afterwards. When he's older I'm sure he'll make a great disciplinarian."

"Well, in that case, shall we see whether he's available for a video chat so he can watch right now?"

Bethany seems shocked by the suggestion, but quite keen once she thinks about it. You tell her to strip naked and contact her beau, which she does. It turns out he's having a late lunch with friends and is more than happy to take time out to watch, so you give his girl the added responsibility of camerawoman, with orders to ensure he has a good view of her crying face as well as castigated flesh. Unfortunately, when you inspect her body more closely, you realize that a good portion is already heavily chastised, including her back, bum, chest, tum and thighs. You're not sure where she took such a range of beatings, but athletic training must be a possibility. Nevertheless, you find a few unmarked areas and decide to start with her pert, brown nipples.

In a change from your usual procedure, you have your blonde student hold her smartphone in one hand and look towards it, whilst you stand on the opposite side, so that your swing's not obstructed. You unhook her crop and flex it gently in your hands. It's a fairly heavy tapering rod, the tip flattening out into a teardrop. The whole thing's quite stiff, but not completely rigid.

"I'm going to give Bethany twenty-four strokes, Jason," you say loudly into the communication device, only realizing he can hear you perfectly well when he replies at an equally exaggerated volume.

"Wow, really? Okay, sir. Er, thank-you."

You notice a couple of other faces trying to get a look in, one of them female and nowhere near pretty enough to get a place at your university. If a student here were to behave that inquisitively, she'd be joining the object of her interest for a thrashing of her own, but you know other institutions are considerably more lenient. Two dozen seems a lot for your postgrad's transgression, but you're not planning to whack her full ****. Not with every stroke, at least.

"Whenever you're ready, Bethany."

"Please may I be whipped, Professor."

You flick the crop's tip down over her tense left nub, drawing a gasp, a quiver running through you target's torso.

"One, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

The second stroke lands, expertly impacting the same place, but the suffering student's yelp is drowned by noise from the other end of the video link, where Jason's companions are talking a bit too loudly. The volume immediately drops before you can say anything, though you can't be sure whether he or his girlfriend are responsible.

"Two, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

* WHAP *

"Nngh, threeee, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

Tears are prickling her eyes, but not yet falling. Her nipple, though, is swelling rapidly, a red raw blister forming on the top near the aureole that looks like it might explode with another hit, so you swap to the right for the next three, but unfortunately, this still isn't quite enough to get her really weeping, so you decide it's time for a change.

"Squat on the table, please, Bethany, hips forward."

She adopts this humiliatingly revealing position without hesitation, adjusting the camera angle to give her audience a perfect view of her plump pudenda, slightly spread by the strain. You're sure she knows what's coming next, even if those on the other end of her call don't.

The tip of the crop crosses both labia, raising a weal.

"Aha, seven, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

* WHAP *

"Oooh, eight, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

* WHAP *

"Nine…thank-you, Professor. Please…may I be whipped again."

You're starting to think you may have made a mistake, as the athletic girl is coping better with having her fanny thrashed than she was with her nipples. You apply the next stroke at an upward angle, right on her clitoris.

"Aaah, ten, thank-you, Professor. Please may I be whipped again."

The first tear runs down her cheek and when you strike the same point, a shudder runs through her whole body.

"Oh, eleven, uh, thank-you, Professor. Please, please may I be whipped again."

* THWHAPP! *

You really let her have it for the half way lash, but only one more tear falls; most unsatisfactory. It's time to change positions again.

"Lie back now and spread your cheeks; I'll hold the 'phone for you."

Bethany does as she's told, hands shaking while she operates the device to swap to the rear facing camera before handing it to you. It's easy to frame the shot to capture both her lewdly exposed arsehole and her shame-flushed face, although her bottom is no stranger to being on view, judging by the fact that her tan extends deep into her cleft.

The camera jiggles slightly when you lash the crop into the crinkled edge of Bethany's winking bum hole, but probably no worse than it was shaking in her hands towards the end of her clitty-whipping. Now she wails pitifully, tears starting to fall in earnest and you allow yourself a smile of satisfaction; you've finally found her weakness.

* WHAP *

"Naaah, fourteen, uh-huh, thank-you, Professor. P-please m-may I be whipped again."

* WHAP *

"Uh-oh, oh, fifteen, th-thank-you, Professor. Ooh, ohh, please may I be whipped uh-again."

* WHAP *

"Nnngh, uh, sixteen, oh, oh, oh, thank-you, Professor. Oh, please may I be whipped again."

You haven't felt the need to overlap the strokes on this particular part of your student's anatomy, but the effects are still quite intense, getting her properly sobbing. It's testament to the quality of her make-up that her mascara's not running, but it will soon be put to the test, since her anus is very small and you won't be able to avoid striking earlier weals much longer.

In fact, it happens sooner than you expected, because when you aim the eighteenth stroke for the top of her puckered arsehole, the flattened tip scrapes across it to create a second agonizing impact on the lower edge. The blonde convulses, retching with pain and you move the camera closer to capture her anguish. She looks directly into the lens while she counts and begs for the next, which you swiftly deliver, the situation making your pants feel uncomfortably restricting.

Bethany stifles a howl, knuckles white from gripping her buttocks to pull them apart, weeping heavily while she croaks out her thanks.

* T-WHAP *

For the second time, you manage to strike twice with one swing, your target's wail of agony revealing the depths of her suffering.

"Twenty, th'k-you, Prof's'r. Plis m' I b' whipped agin." She sobs loudly, shoulders heaving.

* WHAP *

"Aiieee! Tw-twenty-one, thank-you, oh, ohhh, Professor, oh. Brr, pl-please m-may I be whipped again." Her voice is little more than a whisper and the entire ring of her anus is throbbing and raw. The next three strokes will test her greatly.

* WHAP *

This one is a little harder and Bethany's words are a barely-audible gurgle.

* WHAP! *

This, harder still, your student **** out the required formula, tears splashing from her chin to her chest, her body taut with the strain of maintaining her position.

* THWAPP! *

The twenty-fourth lash is at full ****, leaving a livid weal even more pronounced than all the others, a ridge raised as thick as your little finger. Bethany convulses, but somehow manages to remain in position and weep her thanks without earning the repeat that you fully expected to be delivering.

"Oh, thank-you for whipping me, Professor," she bawls. "Please may I show you how grateful I am to you for punishing me for neglecting my boyfriend."

The prospect of having her pleasure you while her boyfriend and his mates watch is very tempting and more than makes up for any disappointment you might be feeling about not having a reason to administer extras. Her arse is the obvious target, but it's already swollen shut so tightly that it might be uncomfortable for you to penetrate its tortured folds.