Jake Thompson

Jake Thompson is a 19 year old biology major who's more interested in partying than studying. He's a bit of a rebel, with a devil-may-care attitude and a love of risk-taking. Jake is known around campus for his wild parties, his love of **** sports, and his tendency to push boundaries. Despite his reckless streak, Jake has a sharp mind and a natural curiosity about the world around him.

Jake is tall and lean, with an athletic build from swimming. He has shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes, and a charming smile. He often wears casual clothes, like graphic tees and ripped jeans.

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“Jake stand up and come with me.” The dean instructed curtly.

“You're not goning to listen to us?” Jake said, refusing to standing

Dean Fletcher looked at him with a glowering scowl, “I have listened to you. I've listened to everyone. You three are proven trouble makers. Now I can carry out your administrative punishment in private, or right here. I'll let you choose.”

Jake looked at Max and Hunter defiantely, his friends eyes widened with anticipation. “Fine. In private."

"In private... what?" The dean retorted

Jake looked at him with fire in his eyes, "In private, please, sir." he said through gritted teeth.

"Good, now get inside my office." The dean said, gesturing for him to enter the office. Jake and Max watched in silence as Jake walked past the dean into the office, the dean slamming the door behind them both.

Jake watched the dean to navigate around his desk and sit down. He knew he had made a mistake, by filming and uplaoding the video of Noah, but facing the consequences of the vandalism was something else. It could feel the rage building in his chest. Jake stared intently at the dean, as the dean stared back from behind the large wooden desk. Jake waited for him to make his move, trying to show him he didn't fear him. He was a much smaller man than him anyway.

“I'm not afraid of you Jake, you can wipe that look of your face right now, boy!”

Jake, couldn't help but smile. "I guess we're both in the same boat then sir, I'm not scared of you either."

The dean smiled, "Yes, well, we'll see about that."

Jake saw a flicker of a smile crack the corners of the deans thin mouth. The look only happened for a second but it sent a chill down his spine. Jake had heard about the dean friendly approach, but he knew he wasn't getting off that easy today. He continued to stare at the dean, a lump in his throat forming.

The dean's piercing gaze eventually did it's job. Jake felt his palms begin to dampen. He shook his head and swallowed, trying to get back his sense of superiority.

But the dean jumped on his moment of uncertainty, "Right, I think a good old fashioned spanking is in order first, don't you?" the dean asked, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Jake almost laughed out loud when he heard the words. "Your serious?" Jake couldn't believe what he was hearing. A spanking? "What year do you think this is?" Jake smiled confidently.

But his confidence faded fast, as the dean stood up and move around the desk towards him. "Drop the track pants." The dean waved a hand at his legs as he walked past him.

As Jack stood there, frozen in disbelief, the dean walked over to a cabinet in the corner of the room and opened it's doors. Jake looked in side and saw numerous long wodden objects.

"You're not going to hit me." Jake said, hearing the uncertainty in his voice and cursing himself for sounding so weak. The thought of. being punished in such a humiliating way by the dean made him feel physically sick. Jake watched as the dean pulled out a long wooden paddle. The sight of it made Jake's eyes widen. The dean was much smaller than he was, but the very thought of being punished by him was humiliating even thinking about.

"I won't ask twice, Jake." He turned back to him and began walking over to him. "I'll pull them down myself if you can't."

Jake's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood frozen in place. He knew he had **** but to comply with the dean's orders. Slowly, he reached down and began to lower his pants, feeling a sense of shame wash over him.

The dean walked around him, taking in Jake's toned body. Even though his long-line t-shirt covered his boxer-briefs completely, Jake still felt utterly exposed to the dean's gaze. The older man stopped directly in front of him. Stepping forward, closing the gap between their faces, the dean's eyes narrowed. "I won't tolerate this kind of behaviour in my college, Boy. Do you understand?"

Jake felt himself nodding before he really even thought about it. Eager for the interaction to end. Was he really scared of this scrawny older man? Jake's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. But he knew he had to obey the dean's orders if he wanted to avoid any further consequences.

“Are you wearing a dress, boy,” the dean questioned, waving a had at the long t-shirt he had quickly thrown on that morning. “You look like a girl, get that ridiculous thing off.”

Jake's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was about to be stood in front of the dean wearing only his underwear. With trembling hands, he reached for the hem and pulled the oversized t-shirt up and pulled his arms through. He had always had a long body, normal t-shirts didn't fit him properly at all. He preferred long clothing, he thought they fitted him better. Admittedly this particular t-shirt was a little too long even for his liking, but the graphic pattern on it had made up for it. He quickly pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his lean body underneath.

The dean scoffed and shook his head in disapproval as Jake dropped the t-shirt to the floor. "I don't understand young men these days. If you pulled your jeans a bit you wouldn't need to look like some confused little girl," he said with a sneer.

"I don't..."Jake bit his tongue before saying anythign else. He wanted to tell him it was just fashion. He was an older guy, he just didn't get it. "Yes, sir," he added and simply nodded in agreement.

With his pants down to his ankles, and t-shirt on the floor, Jake felt his face flush embarrassment as the dean unapologetically took in the sight. Jake tried to look out of the dean's window, so that he didn't have to see his face. But with every sound in the room and every tiny motion the dean made, his eyes darted towards him, unsure what his next move was going to be. His heart was racing. He felt the deans gaze linger on his crotch and instictively covers the front of his boxers with his hands. He felt exposed and ****, standing there in only his boxer-briefs.

“Now bend over the desk.” the dean said as he raised his hand.

Jake gritted his teeth. He couldn't believe he was about to follow his orders. Slowly, Jake obeyed the dean and braced himself for the first blow. He looked behind him, trying to give the dean a glare. He watched as the dean raised the paddle in the air, Jake turned his head back around and braced himself for the first strike. He focused on the dead tree outside, trying to forget what was happening in the room. The impact was sudden and sharp. Immediately he was brought back into the room, he let out an involentary cry of pain. Before he told himself it wasn't even that bad.

As the second strike hit him, he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He couldn't let the dean see him as weak or ****. But with each subsequent strike, the pain became too much to bear, and he couldn't help but let out a small wimper. He wondered if he would be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the day.

Jake felt like his ass was on fire. He tried to focus on something else while trying to endure the pain, his eyes flicking over the desk trying to find some distraction, but it was impossible to ignore each blow. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the dean stopped.

Jake turned his head to look at him. But the tears in his eyes blurred his vision.

"Stand up." He heard the dean say.

Jake reluctantly obeyed, stood back up hoping that it was over. He wiped his tears away as descretely as he could, but when he opened his eyes again, the dean was standing next to him, making him feel embarrassed and exposed.

“Lose the underwear.” the dean said in a low voice.

Jake heard himself gasp, "I don't fucking think so."

"I won't ask twice," the dean threatened.

Jake felt another tear roll down his cheek. He hesitated for a moment, feeling even more **** and exposed. In the moment the dean stepped forward towards him, his hand outstretched. Jake recoiled, but the deans hands were on him.

"Last chance, Jake," the dean looked at him with a cold, unfeeling expression.

"Okay. Fine." Jake tried to brush him off, but his hands lingered next to the waist band of his underwear. He knew he had to obey the dean's command. He quickly stipped the boxers down his legs, careful not to reveal his junk to the dean. As Jake stood before the older man completely naked, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment wash over him. The dean looked him up and down, his eyes cold and assessing.

“Back in position.” the dean said.

Jake bent back over the desk and gripped the edge of the desk in an attempt to brace himself. Dean Fletcher immediately resumed the spanking, and to Jake's horror, it was so much worse. He could feel the pain intensifying, his red raw behind was taking another beating. With his boxers gone, the knowlegde that the dean could see his junk swinging from behind made him cring and feel each blow even more keenly. He felt the emotion suddenly errupt from him and he began to sod, tears tumbled off his face and hit the desk.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. Dean Fletcher continued the spanking for a moment longer, and Jake couldn't stop the tears. Just as he was sure he was about to pass out, the dean finally stopped again.

Finally, the punishment was done. "You can stand now. That will do for today." the dean said. Hunter was allowed to stand up.

Jakes legs shook meekly as he pulled his body up straight. He tried to control his sobs, but he felt utterly humiliated. Not wanting to look at the dean, and show him he'd been crying, Jake tried to avoid his glare. But the older man walked around the desk and sat back down.

"You can pick up your clothes now."

Jake, still standing holding his junk, was trembling and confused, "What?" he could feel the soreness in his ass start to feel like fire.

"Pick up your clothes. Fold them, and put them on my desk. You won't need them for a while." The dean said slowly as if he was talking to some stupid child.

"What do you mean?"

“Do you suddenly not understand English?” The dean asked, exasperated.

Jake's eyes widened as the words sank in. The humiliation and fear Jake felt only intensified as he stood there, hands clasped over his dick and balls, exposed and ****.

“Hurry up, Jake.”

Jake reluctantly obeyed the dean's orders, feeling completely humiliated and ****. He carefully folded his clothes and placed them on the desk, unable to keep his dick and balls covered.

The dean sat, holding his the paddle in hand, looking him up and down. He hated being stared at by the older man, he seemed to enjoy Jake's discomfort. But there was nothing he could do to escape his gaze.

Jake wanted desperately to reach over the desk and smack him in the mouth, but something in his gut told him it was a bad idea. He told himself it would all be over soon.

“Okay, Jake, stand in the corner, hands on you head, “ the dean said, “I'll bring in the next idiot.”

Jake's eyes widened as he realised what that meant. The dean was going to punish someone else in the room while he stood there naked? The humiliation was almost too much to bear. He felt violated and angry as the dean walked calmly out of the room. He reluctantly walked to the corner, facing the wall, he placed his hands on his head feeling his cheeks blush again with embarrassment.

At least no one could see his junk in this position. He thought to himself as he waited for the dean to return with the next student.