Johanna's bum gets paddled black and blue

"You have a very attractive bottom, Jo, but don't stick it out when you're walking around."

The Asian teenager blushes furiously in humiliation, completely mortified by the attention paid to her largest asset. You're quite sure her posture was caused by her unfamiliarity with the ballet boots, leading to her bending forwards slightly and inadvertently pushing her round derrière out more than is perhaps sufficiently demure, but that's not going to spare her the consequences.

She apologises for her shameful display, continuing with ever more abject expressions of contrition whilst the Tutor for Women borrows Amelia's paddle and positions herself behind the offending nates, only stopping when told to put her placard on the ground and grab her ankles for twenty swats. Her curvaceous bum is certainly pushed well out by this position and you marvel at the punishment it has received since yesterday. The coming blows are bound to cause immense suffering on top of the deep bruising and welts that are clearly visible to the gathering crowd.

Johanna asks politely for the first and Julia administers it with such admirable vigour that you half expect the inexperienced student to go all her length in her awkward footwear, but only the slightest wobble betrays her instability. The second swat is, if anything, even harder, but Johanna takes it with equal self-control and continues to count loudly and clearly. Perhaps the better part of a day having her backside continually thrashed has given her the strength to endure a short but heavy paddling like this without too much difficulty, but after five strokes she's beginning to gasp and breathe heavily, her acutely bent figure trembling slightly with the stress of holding her position.

The Tutor for Women adjusts her feet slightly and lays on another brutal blow, the cheeks under the paddle completely blackened with bruising. Two more follow, a small puddle of tears forming on the ground, although the Asian teenager still counts bravely. Julia leans close to inspect her handiwork and obviously decides that the buttock further away from her has taken harsher punishment, because she aims the next two at just the closer one, hitting with the end of the paddle, rather than the middle. The first swat elicits a squeal of surprise, quickly quelled and replaced with eager thanks and a request for the tenth stroke, but when this one lands, the thick board cracks down the middle, the tip flying backwards and narrowly missing your leg.

The broken edge has caused a slight nick in Johanna's skin, not immediately noticeable against the terribly welted and battered flesh, but easily identified when Julia checks with her hand and finds a tiny smear of blood. The sensual thirty-something glances over at you anxiously, but an equipment failure hardly seems a reason for disapproval and you see no reason to intervene whilst she collars a passing student to send to the porters' lodge for first aid and a replacement paddle.

The porter with the disinfectant arrives first, his patient still (patiently) bent double and after a few moments of applying pressure, he pronounces himself satisfied that the bleeding has stopped and uses an adhesive dressing to protect the wound, advising that the cheek receive no further chastisement for the rest of the day. Julia agrees and moments later the student she sent off returns, panting from the exertion of running the whole way and carrying an identical implement. The university spanking shop must carry a stock of standard tools and be ready to provide them as and when required.

Julia dismisses the commandeered courier with polite thanks for her speedy assistance and returns to the matter in hand. By now, Johanna's face is turning deep red from being upside down for so long and Julia decides to complete the punishment swiftly, with five hard swats to the uninjured cheek, followed by five across the back of both thighs.

The lengthy break may have helped Johanna regain her composure, but it certainly didn't make it any easier for her to bear the subsequent strokes, which leave her whimpering and shaken. Julia checks her skin once more, fingers sinking deeply into tenderized bum-flesh, drawing an anguished groan from the slender teenager, then she gives permission for her to rise and pick up her placard.

"Thank-you so much, Dr. Morgan." The well-punished student says tearfully. "I really appreciate you taking the trouble to correct me like this. Is there anything I can do to show my gratitude?"

Julia looks amused, the tense situation defused. "You don't need to tip me, Jo. That only applies to men who spank you. Besides, the paddling I just gave left something to be desired."

"Oh, no, it was very effective, I promise. I really am grateful to you and if any woman who spanks me wants a tip, surely it would be wrong for me to object or be unenthusiastic."

"I suppose you're right, but any woman who asked for what a man's entitled to claim would be courting a spanking herself, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yes, Dr. Morgan. I'm sorry I mentioned it."

"That's quite alright, Jo. It was very nice to be offered a tip, even if I have no intention of taking you up on it. However, we do have some other business to complete, so we'd better move on."